Observations

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By the noise he makes, it’s clear Zalgo is not pleased with this turn of events. R̝̟͖͎ͭ͊͌̈́̍͜͡e̖̣̫̜̣̭͎͂ͦl̳̼̣̯̈ͬ̉͋ͬ̈́a͗͋ͭͪ͊̄҉̘̮͈̼x̆ͧ̉͑̐ͫ̏̓ͣ͏͏̳͈̬̯̘ͅ,̞̘̙̱͍̹͙̳͂̊ͩ̀ͫ ̧̢͈̖̦̼̭̬ͧ̅͑͐̃͊E͇̖̱ͦ͒̏ͨͥͩ̐̚l̺̝̮̖̄͆͂̎̋̽̄͢ͅi̸̢̜̱̙̗͍̓̂ͯ̆ͥ̑̚͜ͅs̨̹̭͉̙̱̓̌̄̎́͜ͅͅi̞̝͍̙ͨ͛͆ͅa̛̒ͧͮ̈̾ͤͩ͂҉̤͚̲͇̤̗̭̤.̴̧͉̖̜̖̳̻̰̳̃̈́̂ͮ͝ He produced another arm from his seemingly endless supply and lashed out at her, catching her lower jaw and forcing her head back. H̸̱̙̺̭̞͖͆͊ͪ͠o̘͕̘̤̳̭̫̎ͪͣ̇̐ͩw͔̭̯͚ͨ̓ͤ̈̃ͣ̔̚ ̫̮͉͉͈̰̞̋ͪ̂ͥ̈́ͅh̓̆̅͐҉̲̫̫͔̯͓̭̻a̲͕̠ͬ̑̉r̠̼͖͍̄͒ͪ̍ͮ͑͊d̡̙ͬ̌ͬ͊̊̾ ̢̗̳̪͚̌̈ͫ͢a̮ͯͤͣͤͩ̏̌r̝̹̜̯͍̣̜̱ͪ͆͛ͣͧ̽̊̆ͧ͟e̵̬̜̬͔ͧͧ͛ ̮̪͕ͣ̑͋ͯ̑ͬ̽͘͘͘y̴͚̰͚̅̏ͥ͒͌͊̒̚͠ö̸̭̤͓͇̯̯̩̉ͬ̀͡ͅͅu̸̧͈ͥ̓͞ ̖͓̭̮̫͍̦̞͗͌̀͢͢͡ͅg͔̘̤̮͗̆ͪ̀̿̋̉͂͠ͅȍ̯̹͛ǐ̝̤̙̯̝̭͈̾ͫ̇͢n̨̛̥̙̻̩͎̈ͪ̄ͣ͜ğ̶͕͍͎͉̳ͦ͒̓ͭ̕ ̴̼͖̲̪̬̟͒̀ͤ̔̉͑̒͜ͅt̴͍̥̥̲̦͕͎̓͗̓ͅo̢̳͚̳̦̳̫͐ͥ̋ͯͤ ͖̤̯ͫ̏ͧ̉̔ͥͬͦ̔̀͘m̡̨̥̻̻̰͈̈ͨͅã̻ͩ̈̈́̍ͩͭ͌ͪ̕͢ͅk̹̹̝͎̑ͬ͋ͬ̽̑̎̃ͭḛ̛̪̤ͦ̑ͮ͒ ̵̗̄ͮ͐̋ͧ̿ͫ͑ͥm̳͉͓̣͖ͬ͐͒̂ͬ̕ẹ͗̊ͯ̆̈́ͮ ̸̨̪͉̯̼͖͙͔̀̔ͬ̑ͯw̨̨̙͎̰͎̩̖̲̥͑ͮ̾ͥ̓̎ͦͬ̐o̷ͦ̌́͏̗̳̪r̲̮̾̀̂̊͋ͨ́k͈̰̳͓ͫ̂͆̚̕ ̷̼̘̔ͥ̀̚b̡̻͚̪̱̫̂̆͡ͅȅ̡͇͚̬̖͒̊͌̆́f̸̨͇͇͊͑͗ͩ͜ö̝̜̭͔̞͖̞̉̋̅ͅȓ̥͍̘͇̗͆ͨ͌̚ė̛̬̞͕̬͈̬̊̋͗͜ ̷̜̰͖̭ͯ̄͑̄ͩ̆̀͝ͅy̴͈̯͔̲̐̇ͩ͂ͧͪ̍̕ö̵̼̬̻̦̋̋̔̓͗ͤ͐͌̕u̸͈̇͋̒͂ͧ͠ ̷̠̍̿̄ͧ̽͠s̟̪̠̺̩̺͉̠̖͛ͬ͐ͨ̿̏̇̆u̡̘̯̞͖͉̲ͭ͝c̷̰̮̫̓͂̈͝ͅc̭̮͓̩̣͖̲̯̖ͧ̋ͨ̆͒̒̓͡ū͕̦̦͆̾͞m̸̧̥̳̭̤̗͎̪̎̌̇̔̓ͨb̧̯͖̦̩͇̿̈́̀̾̾̕͝ ̣͙̪̻̮̬̰̯ͣ͆̅̚͢ļ̬̤̮ͧ̾͐͑̚͟î̭͇̱̜ͩ̒͞͡kͭͪ͌̐ͥ̎̊̒̀͏̢̝͉̩̹̝e̟̖̙͎̯̮̮̯͒ͫ̊ ̼̤̭͎̳̥̬̼̓̽̅t͒҉̭̗͚͓h̴͉͈̻̺͊̔͆̆ͣͦ̓͘͟ẻ̶͎͙̭̀̌ͭ͡ ̘̠͍̼̖͊͌̆̈̅g͖̫̟̺̖̏̅͘͟͠ǒ̷̢̳̙͇̩͖̺̉o̠̼͎̪̫͋̌̊̓ͭḏ̘͖͚̘̾̈͒̾ͩ͝ ̧̥̥̻̝̣̙̪̪͛͒̓͡l͔̠̱̳͌̃̄ͨ̅̋ͥ̕̕͠į̠͖̬̖̠̄̍t̷̰̲͚͑̽̇ͯͤ͞ț̵̩̩̳̞̬̮̿͌̅ͧ͑̾͆̃̀ͅl̵̢͕̞̲̠̣̟̰̥̙ͯͬ̃̍͒̌́ḙ͕̘̳͓̪̫̠ͤ̌̀͠ ̷͚ͬ̂ͮ̆ĝ̴̨͕̩̯͍͕̠̩̫͊͆ͧ̄̈͟i̸̶̞̬̰̻̩ͣͤȑ̯̦̕͠l̦͇̲̺̱̫ͬ̂́̑ͦ̈ ̦̘͆͊y̪͎͓̗̼̜̘̠̅̉ͫ͂͑̽̃̈́ǫ̹̠͓̦̣̟̾ͦ̅ͤ̊ͫ̈́ȕ̳̹̣̋ ̼̪͕̪̿k̃ͦ̚҉̴͓̯͕͎͎̦̘̪̕ͅn̷̹͚̝̮̩̹͈̗̈̕ö̷͖͉͈̼̘̜́̋͆͑̉͝w̷̡̪͖̲̠̝̱̎̑͗ͮ̃ͮͯͅ ̶̄́ͦ̍̎̐̄͜҉̙̤̣̝̦̣̻y͇̿͐̓͌̎́ͧͦ͘̕o̸̶̟̩̦ͫͨͮ̌̇ͦ̕u̶͕̮͔͖̫̜̝̓ͧ͌͗͘ ͩ̾̑̒̓̐͌͏̟̦̙ả̷̦̺̦̳̩͍̪̰̿̑̀͆̓̒ͅȓ̵̳̭͈̦͉̏͛e͍̙̱̲̰̱̜̿̋ͥ̾͊̆̚,̶͓̺͚͌͒͑ͦ̃ͥ͂̽́͢ ̷̛̮̱ͥ̈́ͨͦ̾ͯ́̀͝y͔̥̮̺̮̮͕͚̓́͟͟ǫ͉̭͍̫̝͆ͪͧ̄̔u̴̵͚̭͎͔̟̓̑̑̌̔͗̒ ̶̺̀͌͡ŝ̛̤̗̥͓ͣ̄͒̓ͨả̫̤͈̤͔̜̗̏̊̂̉̏͌͘͝l̷̛͇̠̘͉̺͕͕̀ͪ̆͑ͦͮ͞a̢̗̲̽ͪͭ̆̕͠c̛̦̟̮̣͖͛ỉ̡͈͔͖̝͗ͯ͂õ̡͈̞̪̗̻̦̖̉ͧ̏͛̀͡uͫ̀̍̍͒͡҉͖̙̘̩̼̤̘̘ŝ̴̬̩̞̙̣̤̍ͪ̇ͣ͜ ̛̳͕̲̥͌̿̍ͅw͔̪̟̹͕̓̈̏̓̂ͯͣ͐͐́ḫ͆̄ͭ̈ͣͮ͘ȍ͒̀̑͝҉̥̙̹̠͔ͅr̲̺͉͚̫̒̓ͩ̉ͪ́ͯͮ͝ḙ̣̘͍̃̏ͩͮ͑̍́͜ͅ?̾͂͆̉͛̒ͮͩ͐͝͏͈̥̬ With that, he tore her dress from her hips.

Inwardly, yes, she was panicking. She couldn’t let him know it…she refused to let him know it. She held her mouth in the least-terrified grimace she could manage before yanking the arm caught in his hand. Hard. Her feet began to slide, and she felt herself lowering towards the floor. Good. She needed him to think she was weak. 

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