The world collapsed through a surreal swirl of sensualities. Her heart's endless amniotic drumming through her brain and the merciless lightning scrawling through every nerve, knotting and fusing them into a closed cycle of purified agony, it consumed her sight in a psychedelic weave that had her eyes glassy, swiveling upwards for a half-second. Her teeth gritted and she quipped weakly, reeling from the concussion, air knocked temporarily from her lungs.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed, unyielding, cold, harsh and her tone ashened as she tumbled to the ground, smothered by the crisp bed of the road. In an instant, she found herself in an unrelenting vice-like grip, caught between fat, fumbling fingers with a daring club on the horizon. Her breathless lips pursed, complexion ghostly in comparison to their waxy-red plumpness.<br/><br/>Burning rage hissed through her body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off her like ferocious waves, her mind a surging perplexity. Her ears twitched in unison with his slur, a coy remark whispered,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“I’ve got some notion… What ails you? You seem contemplative, Swine,”</span>each word punctuated by a brief, exasperated pause. She exuded a powerful air of menace and frustration despite her precarious situation, silence ensuing in the wake of her mockery.<br/><br/>In her iris glowered teal, symbols, lines and dotted forms, like an awakening galaxy. Her lethal stare was almost painful, piercing, as if it was tearing at the seams of reality with their blinding light. There was a stubborn decisiveness in them, an unbendable will. As she stared down her assailant, a sliver of dazzling light flared in them, then, in the literal blink of an eye, they poured moonlight, the brightest of fires. In them, it was clear that she would fight to the very last tear for her life.<br/><br/>An icy pressure built in her chest, and a chilling current shot down her arms to tear from her fingertips in a lance of iridescent darkness. The glacial temperature consumed her flesh and veins on her neck cracked against the man’s palm like steel cables. A hand circled his twist, a cold burn beginning its imminent imprint on his body while her mouth erupted with an eerie column of freezing steam. It immediately set in as a biting numbness on the man’s face, eyebrows crisp and teeth juddering. A foreign pressure would settle deep within his mind, growing rapidly in intensity, pulling him into a mental tug-of-war with the mysterious vapors.<br/><br/>She took the scampering departure to regain her composure, clawing at her neck. Her lungs finally found the air they sought then, with trembling heave and an increase in temperatures, she recovered from the turn-about with naught but a few bruises to bear. “There are highly volatile chemicals in my bag. You’re lucky we’re not scattered to the wind …” she exclaimed in her oxygen hauling escapade.<br/><br/>She rose to quaking legs and clambered for several moments before finding stable ground, mind flustered and eyes unfocused. During the exchange, she had not even noticed the tumbling goblet, but somehow, Dolly’s words clung to her brain like glue, despite no recollection of hearing them. Shaking her head about, she declared to herself,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“No more Childs play. It would seem that my emotional hurricane in full force today. I’m sorry you had to see that, Dolly.”</span>