The clock read 11:47.
Kira's eyes caught it the way a drowning person catches the surface — briefly, distantly, before Raven's palm flattened against her spine and folded her back into the position she had been praying to escape.
Her wrists were still bound. The rope looped from her wrists all the way down and cinched around her ankles, folding her in half on her back — knees pressed to her ears, soles aimed at the ceiling, her own bodyweight collapsing her into a shape she had never agreed to hold.
'What is this angle. Why is my body bent like—'
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"NNNGH~!! OUU— AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"
