TEN-010 — S** Marks, Sneer Marks, Blooming Shells

The strength of the grip on her hand makes the sound of her breathing come out of her throat. The sound vibrates and makes the veins tremble. She opens her eyes wide, pleading with me for something. Her eyes are red like a small rabbit, and their focus is drifting in the void. I feel my heart beating faster, and put an end to the melody of her breathing.