- button.
First things first: sheโd find out what happened to her.
Then? Sheโd fuck up whoever put her here.
The Dollmaker would make sure. Her foes would reap a whirlwind.
The first thing she knew was tubes. The second was brightness. Searing, impossible brightness all around her.
The third was pain like sheโd never felt before. Her head screamed, a white hot poker stabbing into her cranium.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open. She was in a hospital bed, a monitor-
Tell me who you want to be,
And I will set you free.
So there was atrophy. That meant more than a few days. Outside the window, though it pained her to look into the brightness, trees changed colour, leaves drifting slowly to the ground.
Autumn. It was late spring last she knew. That meantโฆ several months at least.
Blindly, she reached for a call-
- beside her bed slowly beeping in time with her pulse.
Eve couldnโt remember how sheโd gotten there, nor could she remember what day it was. Sheโd been in her office, watching the cameras as the Dollhouse reopened, and nowโฆ
Here.
She struggled to sit up, her arms almost immediately giving out.
In the shadows, stripped of sin.
In the shadows, deep within.
In the shadows, ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก.
