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The rush she got by the taste of the blood, blood flooding and not only from Alva's face anymore, made her attack even more. Putting more force into it after every time. She was going to turn the other one into a bloody mess, not satisfied at all at the moment. But as the opponent fell to her knees Alva got out of the rhythm, taking a bit longer in her attack then she should do otherwise. That was when she felt the fingers curve themselves around her neck, burning her skin. Screaming hysterically again and scratching, punching, pulling everything she got her hands on she tried to get loose.

She could actually feel the smell of burnt flesh, her own. And the bugs went berserk as the grip tightened instead of letting go. Alva screeched, not because it was painful but because she was terrified. Throwing her head towards the sides trying to get loose, gasping for air as all she had left her lungs. Making her dizzy, the sounds feeling distant darker corners starting to spread around her sight. Feeling as if she went into a tunnel and the end of it getting further away by the minute.

With what was left she desperately hissed for Walter, begging him to help her. But he just stood there shaking his head in disappointment but still wearing that ugly grin, not a happy one but a scary one. Alva was scared. She didn't want Walter to be disappointed with her, but her limbs felt numb, she couldn't move and as the eyelids grew heavier she prayed for him to help her once more but he only turned away. Walking back to the cell to the other's without her.

"You know what would happen if you lost, see this as punishment for letting me down."

Walter's words echoed inside Alva's head as she in the end gave up, entered the complete darkness and fainted.