Continued from here :-)
Saki's three minutes were up...but her predator showed no signs of giving up on his hunt. Despite the cramped, confined space, he would go around and around, and came close to scraping Saki's body by his coarse skin. Saki was promoted to a new decision, and much more dismal one than the last....she locked her self behind the steel door, and attempted to probe for a possible pocket of air in the overhead. The chances were slim; the wreck was ages old, and even a mouthful of breathable air would have been long gone.
Nevertheless, Saki embraced this new turn of fate. Even with her diaphragm starting to contract and her heartbeat starting to rise, she had to move on. For him.
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2019-10-27 03:04:04 +0000 UTCSeawolf
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