E.LO.E

The girl takes a brief moment to frantically check herself for any sort of self-defense tools. This causes her to become incredibly cognizant of the fact that she is terribly under dressed. She usually slept in her underwear and it appears whoever or... whatever... kidnapped her didn't care to dress her. Oh god someone saw her when she was practically naked, she thinks, nearly panicking as her mind sifts through the innumerable and increasingly unsavory implications of this fact.

She's snapped back from this moment of panic by another heavy footstep. Oh yeah, she thinks in passing, there's... that. She glances between the bed and the bathroom, debating to herself which way to go. The footsteps are getting closer, and she begins to hear heavy breathing. Very laboroious heavy breathing, it doesn't sound particularly healthy, or especially friendly. The thing stops right at the door and she finally makes a decision, darting underneath the bed. She lies on her chest beneath the bed, hands over her mouth and trying to stay as still as she possibly can. Silence descends for what seems like an eternity, before the door is suddenly, and roughly, swung open.

From her position underneath the bed all she can really see are it's legs; Monstrous legs that look like some parody of human legs, disgusting and diseased looking, covered in scabs and dried blood, gnarled grasping toes, with what appear to be pointed claws instead of nails. It stomps about the room, it's heavy breathing almost masking it's heavy footfalls. It appears to regard the wardrobe, and then, in a swift action, rips off one of the doors, discarding it such that leans askew against the bedside, letting out a guttural cry, seemingly of discontent. It laboriously stomps it's way to the bathroom. It only enters partway, twisting to regard something to it's right.

It steps in, and not even a moment later it emits a cry, and what appears to be some sort of plastic sails past the limited view of the bathroom she has. It examines the discard hamper, and she gets a look at the thing's back, though it's obscured by the poor lighting. It's disgusting, infected looking, covered in sores, and generally looking torn apart, like flaking paint. it's proportions are strange, it's shoulders bugle and it's arms generally look too long and muscular.

She nearly yelps when it suddenly spins around and stomps it's way towards the be. She backs away, hoping vainly that crawling as far as she can into the corner with protect her. It bends down, grasping at the foot of the bed, gnarled, long, clawed fingers curling around the metal frame. It let's out a small grunt as it lifts the bed an inch on the ground. She is very certain she is about to die, how did it come to this, she thinks. Why is she here, in a place that something so monstrous dwells. The bed lifts another inch and a half off the ground and she closes her eyes. Suddenly then, a sound breaks out like... firecrackers. No, not quite it's something else... gunshots she thinks. The creature twitches at the sound, regarding it for a few moments, before dropping the bed with a loud clang. It then stomps out of the room.

The girl remains quiet for a quite a while after that. For a while she can hear it making it's way down the same way it came. The gunshots continue intermittently as it's footfalls get quieter and quieter and quieter, until they can no longer be heard. But she doesn't get out immediately, she's actually not sure if she even wants to get out.