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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014
Anonymous
“I’m sure you don’t need to walk.” - Hans Gruper (it was too fitting and i'm mean and i'm sorry)

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“No — please no!” Her whimpering and heavy breathing only made her lame voice sound weaker until it pitifully broke. Elsa’s whole body shook in fear as she desperately tugged on her sore, bloody wrists, trying to pull them out of the chains which were wrapped around her limbs. It was hopeless. There was not one single thing she could have done to free herself. She had it coming. Her watery, hazel eyes stared up the man, nearly clinging onto his visage, as if his face would have owned the precious ability of freeing her. The chanteuse screamed and yelled names of people who would never come to save her. In fact, it was impossible that people outside could even year a single word of the ones she cried into the darkness of the room. Oh, what a fool she had been. Even if somebody would have heard her — who would risk their life to save a cold hearted, selfish woman like Elsa Mars? Elsa, the one with the most beautiful legs, the most angelic smile young men in her days received, with her dainty hands and the way they would slide down her slender body when she danced. Elsa Mars — who would have done anything to get what she wanted. And now, she was lying on this bed, too drugged to see clearly. The room was spinning like a demonic carousel she could not jump off, with distorted grimaces all over the place. And those voices — so many loud voices, Elsa was not able to define which ones were real. But, one of them was real, that was for sure. It was the loudest of all the voices and noises in this Hell, this nightmare. And it said … 

”You’re going to die.”

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