Dawn Meadows
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Study Hall Smoke (8 of 10)
🕑 Added 2021-02-08 22:00:02 +0000 UTC"Nnnnnnggggggggnnnnnuuuuunnnnngghhhhh!!!" Dawn gagged violently on the fumes. They were all around her. Every which way her slender body thrashed, all she could see was green. All she could feel was the green on her skin, sticking and seeping into the tiny interlocking threads of her pantyhose. The smell would be impossible to get out of the pleats of her uniform skirt, nor the wool of her sweater vest. All she could taste was the green. The acrid burn in the back of her throat, curling like a sickness up her violated nostrils.
Dawn hacked, coughed, wheezed, whimpered, screamed, and moaned in anguish. But all of these futile things accomplished a common goal. More, more, more of that putrid green gas entered her body. Her lungs, her organs, and her blood was becoming saturated with the stuff. She was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been. The air was toxic and it was all around her. Dawn felt like she was drowning in the middle of her Study Hall. What do you do when the very air you breathe is poisonous!?
Her fragile body was wracked by another wave of violently spasming hacking coughs. It burned. It burned. It burned. Dawn felt her head getting light and her mind reeled. No! No!!! Nooo!!! NOOO!!! NOOOOOO!!!
Comments
Dawn Meadows
She does get wrapped up in her work! And I will leave that up to your wondrous imagination βΊοΈ
Dawn Meadows
I might have gone a little overboard π
Holy Smoke! (no pun intended...) There is no end to this toxic green gas, poor Dawn!
Mad Man with a Pen
Oh dear, seems you can't escape Dawn. Also, did your stocking foot slip from your flat there? ;)
