Cracks – 4 – Pain

Cold. Was that the word? The body, this body-that-was-hers-but-that-was-not, this trembling body, remembered the word. “C-c-cold,” Sirja said through chattering teeth. “Cold” did not exist in her world. Pain. One of her white fangs plunged into the soft flesh of her lip, and blood began to flow down her bare chest, the warmth of the […]