Thread:DarkSlayer 3/@comment-24480175-20140222205049/@comment-24480175-20140222211710

I awoke hyperventilating and drenched in sweat.

My mistress, Tabathia, was putting some clothes in a dresser near my bed when she acknowledged I was awake. She ran over to me, asking, "Good god, are you alright? Here, take this."

She handed me a rag. I looked at the rough, dry cloth for a moment before noticing something on my wrists. Upon examination, I discovered wounds soaked in crimson red blood, decorating my the undersides of my arms like a vine on a wall.

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(sorry if I messed up on anything, I just recalled what you wrote from memory and revised accordingly.)