Dark, everything was dark.

Ballari breathed in shaky breaths through her clenched teeth, trying, failing, to keep out the unruly stench of piss and blood. The metal floor beneath her was cold, freezing with thorns of ice. The walls visible to her were covered in dried blood, painted in it, and held forth thousands of thousands of taxidermy pig heads. Sweaty bodies, slick against her exposed skin—the rest covered by a thin, white slip—pushed against her roughly.

_Squeal! Squeal!_

The swine screeched, terrified. Their beady eyes rolled in there squished faces. Their hooves trampling one another in a desperate attempt to reach safety.

There was no safety in this hell hole.

Ballari was afraid. She knew what was coming, had seen it happen over and over and over again. This nightmare wasn’t new, but that didn’t make Ballari any less scared.

The door opened with a creak. Slowly and deliberately, _he_ walked in. Thin, wearing a trenchcoat, and holding an axe. That was all Ballari could really see as she tried to hide beneath the panicking pigs, flattening herself to the floor.

**_Ballari._**

The man started forward, slicing a bloody path through the pigs.

_Squeal! Squeal!_

Blodd spurted into the air and onto the walls. Shrieks sounded. The darkened blood dripped down the metal slowly, and Ballari whimpered as the blood slowly grew and branched towards her.

The slicing continued. He was getting _closer_.

**_Ballari!_**

The girl backed away, wincing as the pigs sharp hooves stepped on her splayed hands. There was blood on the floor as well, dripping from the walls, pooling at her feet. It spread its vines to her white dress, staining it as ascended up with its crimson strokes.

But the crawling did no good. He was there, suddenly, above her. Blank face, with…red hair?

Ballari never noticed that before, she never had the chance to.

**_BALLARI!_**

The man raised his axe high; Ballri screamed higher. Then with a SWISH! Ballari’s head was sliced clean off, thumping on the ground to me swarmed and eaten by ravaging swines.

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(Descriptions are hard for me to do now, and past tense. 😬 Anyways, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day!)