Day Twenty-Nine – Papercut Moseby’s Left Withered
There is darkness and sound–a repetitive thud and scraping of metal. I feel heat radiating around me, and I feel trapped and claustrophobic.
I cannot move my body more than a few inches in any direction. There are walls surrounding me, lined with soft silk. I feel myself pressed against a cushion to my back–laying down perhaps?
I have two hands; this I can sense. Nails have grown to claws, curling a bit, but not quite brittle. I scratch nervously against my thighs. Two legs are there as well, and I can feel that same nail growth cramping what can only be shoes covering my feet.
I manage to slide a hand up to my chest and notice a dress tie, and–
Gold lapel pin, in the shape of a hypercube.
Green and gold silk tie.
Charcoal suit, wide in the shoulders, a bit long, buttoned midriff, shadowy pinstripe.
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