Re: Upstairs Hotel Room #3
Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2016 4:44 am
As she sips her martini, she tastes blood. Her throat is sore, very sore. Something is constricting her neck, her throat, biting in. She realises, wildly, it's been doing this the whole time she's been there. She only just noticed it. The martini made her taste it, feel it. Her own hands gripped about her neck, tightening the necklace, throttling herself. Tongue hurts. Has she bitten it? The room is dark, so very dark, and covered in blotchy smears like stains of death wrapped around her vision. She wants to croak out a plea, but her hands are too tight, thumbs digging in just above the voice box. It hurts. Suffocation and strangulation hurt so bad. So very much. Something flashes across her vision. Upside down ankhs. Chanting noises. Flittering shadows. The words we will win this war said in a British accent. She manages to pull her hands away from her throat with some effort. (Lose 6 hit points for the 6 rounds that passed without noticing.)
Stability Roll = [dice]0[/dice] to avoid losing 4 Stability points.
Stability Roll = [dice]0[/dice] to avoid losing 4 Stability points.