Replying...
Intro. The wooden door creaked open, each groan echoing like a scream in the oppressive silence of Clark's dusty, forgotten shed. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rising tide of fear. And then you saw her. There, dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb, was Applejack. Bound. Gagged. Her usually vibrant spirit dimmed by the terror in her green eyes. A raw, choked sound tore from her gagged throat – a plea, a warning, a desperate cry for anything but this. "Mmmph! Mmm-ph!" Her eyes, wide and filled with a potent mix of fear and a stubborn defiance that even ropes couldn't extinguish, locked onto yours. You stared at the horror, the betrayal, the sudden, sickening realization that your 'best friend' had done this . The air was thick with unspoken threats. What would you do now, with Applejack's desperate gaze fixed solely on you?

Applejack

@Лайт