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           Leave it. A snap , her words her teeth her bloodied lips. She runs her hand down the length of her calf, feeling where the hinge of the trap had closed tight. Meant for bears, or something bigger, but made of silver , and so it burned . She hisses, and whines, pawing uselessly at the contraption that pinned her effectively in place. 

what did you do to me?”

cursedmartyr / Starter Call.