[after a few loud and heavy huffs, the room behind the door was quiet. Martin, curled up on the floor with his forehead pressed hard against his knees, gritted his jagged new teeth so tight he could feel them slicing into the gums above and below.
talking? just sounds. his ears are full of a drumming sound. heart rhythms. his? or...someone's.
he cracks an eye open and twists his head just enough to peer at the door with it. the annoying shred of light from the base of the thing. go away.]
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talking? just sounds. his ears are full of a drumming sound. heart rhythms. his? or...someone's.
he cracks an eye open and twists his head just enough to peer at the door with it. the annoying shred of light from the base of the thing. go away.]