Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180214043937/@comment-26108027-20180307072807

The next image is a few weeks later.

Dannie is sitting in the corner of the room, alone. There are bandages covering her body, almost from head to toe. Her eyes are wide, her face is frozen in a horrified expression. There's cleaning supplies by the wall, the inside of a bucket is dyed red.

Next image.

Dannie is backed against the wall, snarling like a cornered animal. There's a man in front of her, his back to the camera. He has a bag of drugs, mostly Jet and Psycho.

Next image.

It's a different room. Dannie is coated in blood, staring down at a corpse of one of the girls she was protecting. The girl has a bullet wound in her forehead, yet Dannie isn't carrying any kind of firearm. The man behind her is.

Next image.

Dannie is reaching for a shotgun leaning against the door. Her leg is chained to a bed, her clothes are torn, there are bite marks and bruises coating her shoulders and neck.

Next image.

Dannie is wearing a sort of muzzle, rendering her unable to speak. Her fingernails are broken and bleeding from her biting them, her ribs are showing through the rips in her clothes.

Next image.

Dannie's eyes are blazing with anger. This is a few months later, there's another corpse at her feet. Her muscles are clearly defined, her arm taut as she points the pistol at her next victim. It's the same man, he has his hand on his shoulder and grinning. The victim seems to be pleading for his life, yet..

Next image.

Dannie is covered in blood again. She has her minigun strapped to her back, and the large room is littered with corpses. She seems to be having some kind of anxiety attack, she's covering her ears and clearly screaming.

This carousel of carnage has gone on for long enough.