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Anya wakes in perfect pitch-black to the hum of the engine, nestled deep in the bowels of the Tulpar—a sort of incandescent thrumming that she can feel vibrating even through the thin mattress and bedframe. It is the constant heartbeat of a giant—like listening to check if a patient is still alive.
It said: you are still rocketing at a million miles an hour to some distant planetoid. You are still millions of miles from everything you have ever known or loved.
You are still trapped on this tin can with your rapist.
And then, she vomits.
The events of Mouthwashing but if Anya survived to the end. Now with a sequel/fix-it fic in future rust, future dust.