R3 - Pt.13Frankie was startled by the shift of the body on the bed next to her, and she gripped the bladed weapon in her hand as best she could without shaking. The unfaltering tick-tock heartbeat of the man gave away nothing; she couldn’t tell whether he was asleep or not just by listening to it. Of course, she could always check by actually looking at him.
“Ungh... F... Frankie?”
The girl froze, holding her breath. She knew it was inevitable that she’d have to talk to him at some point or another, but it was still dark outside... and she was all alone. Alone, with the clockwork monster.
Alone, with the Big Bad Wolf.
“Frankie... where am I?”
She felt a twitch in her fingers, as her muscles spasmed with tension. Oh, how she so desperately wanted to turn and run from this man. But then, where could she possibly go? She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. A multibillionaire troll and a violent timepiece.
“Frankie...” came a soft voice.