Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190506221605/@comment-33968890-20190515011910

It was not totally in Nymphaea's control to wake or not. Her body was bruised and broken from the man. Her brain had swelled and was still oozing blood. Her body had been raked over and over gain by the forceful hands and his body as tugged on her and greedily spent her at his own gain. Her own struggle had damaged her greatly as well. Scratches and marks riddled her body. Her figure barely breathed her skin sticky and pasty. She made no movement her head lulled to the side her dark hair matted with blood. Ribs broken from him kicking her, and other damage from his enjoyment of her body. More then any psychical injuring was the state of her mind.

In her mind Nymphaea looked at the mummy some how it didn't scare her. She still felt his hand and body her lips trembled. She didn't know if she wanted to wake up to him over her even if it meant living. Living through what had happened or was still happening made her terrified.