It would have been all too easy to try and escape while Xian got changed, but what would have that acheived? In her state, Angharad wouldn't have managed to get very far, and Xian would have caught up in no time. No, it was probably just easier to stay put for now. Angharad remained unaffected by Xi...

What good would the truth do? She stopped trying to escape; obviously Xian's attentions had been turned back on the poor girl. Using every last ounce of effort in her, she turned over to face Xian, wincing in pain as she did. Looking Xian in the face, it really was almost like looking into a mirror....

As Vince got impaled by the corkscrew, Angharad felt herself involuntarily roll out of his lap. Obviously something had happened to him, or he would have tried to get her back. The noises- squelching and obscene- told her all she needed to know as she winced in the fresh pains in her stomach. Not th...

Angharad was barely conscious- the amount of blood she'd lost, as well as all the trauma she'd been through and pain she'd endured, was finally starting to get to her. Xian's words were muffled and distant, but she could still hear them. This little hero stunt... Vince could end up getting killed. I...

Angharad wasn't sure how much more of this torture she could endure. It was the very definition of humiliation- she was being sexually assulted by a girl she assumed dead not moments ago, and the most painful thing (apart from her gaping bullet wounds, of course) was admitting defeat and asking the ...

Xian was right, of course; there really was nothing Angharad was in any position to do, and in any another situation the Welsh girl would be ready to admit defeat. But not in this kind of situation- a life or death situation, quite literally. It would be insane to say the girl had a remote chance of...

Angharad closed her eyes tightly. No way was she going to give Xian the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. Letting herself become limp, she allowed Xian to move her arms without any struggling. If she didn't struggle, perhaps she could escape this with her life in tact... someone would come... s...

Angharad cried out in agony as the corkscrew pierced her skin. The pain was pretty tame compared to some of the stuff she had been through but it still stung like a bitch. She made to struggle, to get away, to lash out, anything... but she was too tired. She was fed up. Besides, there was no point. ...

((I don't know whether you guys were waiting on me to post or whatever, but I get uncomfortable when no one posts for three days, so...)) So they were going to be alone together? Angharad, her face still turned stubbornly away, snorted at that one, and instantly regretted it as pain shot through her...

The door had clicked shut with a morbid click. Not that the door closing was a particularly horrible sound, but it just matched with the current patterns in Angharad brain. It had finally clicked what Cassie had meant. She had been right. Cassie had been right with what she had said. The girl she ha...

((*sighs* Like I said, I'm waiting for Kai on this one, Xian's already on her way, so I imagine Vince should be here soon as well. And also, you might wanna try reading the FAQ- You can't just kill anyone. To kill someone, first of all, you'll have to take note of whether or not their name is on the...

Cassie eyed the bowie knife in his hand pensively and nodded herself. "Sure", she said slowly, walking slightly behind him. I have to let him be the leader. I have to put my life in his hands. There's no way I can do this, any of it, and there's no other way. We just have to hope we don't ...

"Well, seeing as my last suggestion ended pretty badly, how about you decide?" she asked lightly. "You are the clever one, after all..." Not that she hadn't formed ideas of her own, but now more than ever, she was even more willing to let Ryan take charge. He was smarter than her...

Cassie nodded silently as Ryan spoke, biting her lip slightly. Don't think of our classmates like that, Ryan. They're not obstacles in our way to freedom, they're people. They're our friends. We can't just take their lives as if they don't matter to us! How can you think about killing as if... as if...

Cassie watched with round eyes as Ryan left the bathroom. He hadn't been able to do it. He hadn't been able to kill the girl. But far from feeling angry at him, she empathised with his plight. If she had been stood there, if she had had the knife in her hand, if she had been there- she was fairly ce...