Outside Thessa's room's door, a red Coralax hybrid sits unconscious and hogtied with hempen ropes inscribed with runes. A note is pinned to the door, in Nell's scribbly handwriting.
"When you take the ropes off he'll wake up. I'm sorry; I hope we can still be friends.
Love,
Nell"
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Thessa still growls lightly, the note of cleaning choirs still fresh and adding fuel to a small flame when she spots the Coralax creature at her door.
Thessa stands silent, still, every muscle in her body fearful that the tiniest of movement will bring about enslavement.
But... ropes? Thessa sniffs curiously at the unconscious half coral half man. She spots the note, and tears it. She reads it slowly.
"Nell..." She whispers softly and a weak smile touches her lips. No tears stream down Thessa's face, but she still wipes her eyes, an act she has seen at some point in her ventures.
Thessa takes the coralax man by his neck, and drags him into her room, tightly shutting the door behind her, but does not lock it.
Some girls may be awakened by sudden, loud, and feral screams of pain and horror garbled from just behind Thessa's door. If someone was so bold to come in, they would find strange bits of coralized flesh all about, and some...thing... foating in the now crimson filled pool.
Just under the red surface, a creature stirs and circles the meat, fin-like ears peeping out of the water and then disappearing. At some point, jaws and teeth emerge and take another bite of the chunk of flesh floating in the pool, and a limb that looks like a head screams in hellish pain...
This goes on for some time into the early morning. Another bold entry would find the room clean, completely, with no sight or scent of blood and death.
Sandre's eyes flick open at the first scream. She hadn't been sleeping; she did not sleep much anymore, did not need much really. With a show of surprising grace, she shifts within the mound of sleeping bodies: Slipping aside the arm Helen had slid protectively about her waist, over Miss Styles, who looked so surprisingly innocent, curled against Helen, their guest until she decided to take a room of her own, and delicately avoiding Rizz, whose small frame managed to straddle them all.
Finally, small bare feet connect lightly with the floor boards, issuing a small squeak of protest. She pads her way across the room as another unnatural, multi-throated scream issues from deeper within the complex. Standing in the doorframe, she savours the sound, the odd musical quality to the creature's pain-filled demise.
"I told her she'd be have no problem bagging one," she quietly purrs to herself, making no attempt to hide her proud smile. Pushing aside a couple of empty bottles with one toe, she slides the door shut with a soft click, muffling the sound of the next pained shriek. Tiptoeing back, she slips back up onto the overladen bed, slithering her way in within the warm, comforting nest her sisters had formed, offering a few, delicate kisses as she snuggles in, waiting for sleep to take her.
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