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Cookie had felt her soul literally being ripped from her body. It was far from pleasant.
She doesn’t know how to describe the burning agony she had felt when it happened, and now she’s sitting there in a dirty basement, watching her abductor control her body. Cookie almost wonders if she’s having a fever dream.
But the pain she had felt was very real, and this is very real. If Wren (that’s what the woman said her name was, anyways) could even see her, she gave no indication.
Cookie’s body’s eyes are black with white X’s, which is the only indication that anything’s wrong. Wren stretches (again, still in Cookie’s body), almost mockingly. “I still can’t believe that worked,” She murmurs, probably to herself. “Cookie, I assume you’re still here, unless I accidentally killed you. Still, I hope you realize how valuable you’ve been to me. Sorry things had to turn out this way.”
“You’re not fucking sorry,” Cookie growls, but Wren is already leaving.
The wolf stands there, wondering what the absolute hell she’s supposed to do.
She doesn’t know. She really doesn’t know.
So she follows Wren, hoping she can figure something out from watching the woman.