Eponine, having waited for death with her eyes closed, didn't even see it coming. Instead, there's a burning in her thigh and suddenly her leg doesn't wan't to hold her weight, and she topples with an unearthly scream. On the floor, she forces herself to sit up, to look at her blood drenched thigh. She sobs, clutching her wound where blood seeps from the deep gash, soaking her slit shorts.
"You said you'd kill me."
She screams with uncontrolled anger at Don. "YOU SAID-"
She's shaking, pain taking over her. "MONSIEUR WESKER! Please!! Send me the device I stole. Please, please, Monsieur. I'll do what you want!"
She hopes the Gamemakers broadcast her injury. She hopes Wesker sees. She hopes someone puts her out of this indescribable pain; even on instinct, she knows she won't be walking in this arena again without intervention. She'd rather find another way to die than wait for it to find her here in the grass.
Re: TENDERLY THREADJACKS WITH DETTA WALKER
"You said you'd kill me."
She screams with uncontrolled anger at Don. "YOU SAID-"
She's shaking, pain taking over her. "MONSIEUR WESKER! Please!! Send me the device I stole. Please, please, Monsieur. I'll do what you want!"
She hopes the Gamemakers broadcast her injury. She hopes Wesker sees. She hopes someone puts her out of this indescribable pain; even on instinct, she knows she won't be walking in this arena again without intervention. She'd rather find another way to die than wait for it to find her here in the grass.