"Ah crap, I haven't even eaten... what will I shit out? My own guts?"<br/><br/>Abigail kept moving forward, taking one final leap out of the wretched darkness of temptation. The pleasurable grabs of unseen, untouched shadows remained, even after the depths were left. The aftereffects were not going anytime soon.<br/><br/>She was panting. She had just survived what could've been an onslaught if she stayed any longer. As she emerged into safe zones, her head would continuously twitch as she sported her grin once more, returning to her usual state - a sign of her safety.<br/><br/><b>[1d20: 13]</b>