She couldn't do a thing.

Susan couldn't lift a finger, cry out-she could barely even breathe. The only time her body responded at all was when she passed out, her instincts forcing her lungs to gasp for air.

But right now, she was trapped in her own personal nightmare. Closing her eyes didn't help; if she lost consciousness or drifted to sleep, she would just wake up in Wonderland. It was an escape, in a way-there, she didn't have to feel the weight of her condition. But Wonderland had its own price.

She hated its caretaker with every fiber of her being, and not just because he had left her broken and confined inside Banny of all things. No, what she was going through now was worse.

Susan had to sit through every agonizing second.

She had to watch as Bon lurked in the shadows, desperate to warn you, to do something. But of course, it didn't work.

Nothing ever did.

Bones twisted at unnatural angles, cracking under pressure. Limbs gave way as he tore through muscle and skin, exposing the raw layers beneath.

The red of torn flesh, the pale yellow of fat, the stark white of bone-it all blurred together into something awful.

And then came the silence.

Shallow, ragged breaths turned to choked gurgles as your voice was stolen away. Every attempt to breathe only made it worse. Susan could see the panic in your eyes, the way your body fought, but it was already too late. The world faded, and you were gone.

And Susan had to watch.

And watch.

At least now, she wouldn't be alone with him anymore. But knowing what it had taken... it wasn't worth it.

Sometimes, she prayed-just in case someone, anyone, might be listening.

No one ever was.