“We don’t have time to play twenty questions,” Coil said. “Would you rather die?”
Good question.
Would she? She wasn’t sure. Death was bad, but at least then she’d go on to the afterlife. To heaven, she hoped. Finding an answer and surviving would mean days and weeks of absolute hell, of constant pain and not being able to use her power.
This twelve year old girl is seriously considering whether death would be preferable.
Fuck you, Coil, for putting her in this situation.
“Pet,” Coil said, when she didn’t give him an immediate response, “Do it now, or you won’t get any more candy for a long while.”
AND KNOCK OFF THE PET THING
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