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Leah ran to nearest room to the saloon, quietly yet quickly shutting the door. she pressed her back against the door, trying to supress her breathing.
The old wooden floor boards slowly creaked. oh fuck. Grethe shouldnt have been denied her daily doze of femboy furry fanart. Now Leah and whats left of the others know why.
Leah heard the floorboard creak get louder, and she held in her breath. "just hold in your breath, and hope she finds her furry fanart somewhere" Leah thought to herself.
Then she heard another creak.. underneeth her. Her heartbeat quickened, heard the footsteps from the saloon get closer to the door of her room. the footsteps slowered right at the door...
STAB. one hit to the door with the knife in Grethes hand. STAB. another one. Non-stop stabbing into the wooden door.. untill the knife finally broke a hole into the door.
Leah shuddered in fear, her eyes slowly gazing upon the hole in the door. it wasnt big, but that doesnt mean Grethe cant come in...
A hand slowly grabbed a corner of the hole, and slowly broke it away, whilst the door gave multiple splinters to the hand. Leah was too scared to move. to hide. to run.
Grethes greish-blue eyes peeked trough the hole in the wall, scanning the room, like a predator (the animal kind) looking for its prey... and Grethe seemed to find it quickly. Leah had her back pressed against the back, after all.
A smile came to Grethes face, her eyes filled with a sadistic glint, and she said in a so fakingly sweet voice:
"i will make you into furry art..."
...
Leah paused. her eyes slightly windened. and she began to laugh. "WH-HA-WHAT???!"
Patricia was watching this the whole time "what the actual fuck grethe you know that hole is gonna cost as all money oh my fucking god."