Vulture stalked out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints. The cold embrace of rejection made her tremble.
'Was that it?'
He took what he wanted, then left her to fend for herself.
'What happened to his promise of never leaving me alone?'
'I could not let Vulture throw me aside. Without him, I belonged to no one. Who will protect me then?'
Seeing him leave, thoughts like that started popping in her head.
After he left, the bathroom closed in, dripping with blackness and horror-filled thoughts. Without Vulture there, her skin itched with terror as demons and monsters crept from shadows. She knew she needed to deal with her issues, to find her strength. She could not use Vulture as a bandage to forget, but she was not feeling her strength as if she had slowly lost all her fight.
