[ it's deeply unsatisfying. killing him is — that part is satisfying, but it's not enough. she wants more, now that she's given in to the impulse of feeding off a human, the warm blood in her mouth only enticement to keep going, to surrender to that instinct.
but there's no one else here. just this now dead dude in a white coat, which caroline rather ruthlessly pulls off his body to drape onto her own. her hands fish through the pockets, but there's nothing of interest, which really just feels like one more disappointment after so many thus far.
she nudges his body with her foot, a little disdainfully, and stares at him for a moment. what's the point of killing a man if it doesn't at least get her out of this cage? well, maybe she could sell his things if she ever gets out of here. like his glasses, if nothing else.
and then, when the dead body's no longer very interesting, caroline kicks at the door. ]
Hello? [ can anyone hear her? ] Hello! I'd like to go now! Let me out!
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but there's no one else here. just this now dead dude in a white coat, which caroline rather ruthlessly pulls off his body to drape onto her own. her hands fish through the pockets, but there's nothing of interest, which really just feels like one more disappointment after so many thus far.
she nudges his body with her foot, a little disdainfully, and stares at him for a moment. what's the point of killing a man if it doesn't at least get her out of this cage? well, maybe she could sell his things if she ever gets out of here. like his glasses, if nothing else.
and then, when the dead body's no longer very interesting, caroline kicks at the door. ]
Hello? [ can anyone hear her? ] Hello! I'd like to go now! Let me out!