░▒▓🔦 PUPPET IN THE MAKING 🔦▓▒░

The girl flinched when he let out the low growl, afraid he was going to bite her. His disgusting breath smelled like d e a t h itself. She tried moving her fingers, but the pain having the hooks in her was agonizing for her to do so. Fun already knew he was going to fit the rest of them into her feet and into her spine.

Was this going to be her end? To be just his little puppet in his show? 

‘ Out of all people… Why me? What did I do to fit the part? ’

   ⧼♔⧽     “     My     D E A R ,     the answer is     SIMPLE.      Why     SHOULDN’T     I choose an     UNFORTUNATE     GIRL     who’s been     SHATTERED     across time     &&     space? You’re absolutely     PERFECT     for the part —    &&     your     S C R E A M S     are also     QUITE     ENTERTAINING.     “     ⧼♔⧽

The abomination     SANG,     amused by the absolute     AGONY     &&     TERROR     she     DISPLAYED     in her voice     &&     her     TREMBLING.     Grabbing ahold of her     LEG,     he picked up another     HOOK,     attempting to     FIT     it in between the     SKIN     on her foot.