Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
Clic-THUD.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Ignoring the slow ache that was beginning to spread around her ankle, Lilian continued walking, or rather limping, down the deserted hallway. Her gaze was shifting between the ground right in front of her and the door just at the very end of the hall.
Her head felt heavy, her arms draped down on her sides, and she felt like her high heels were actually crabs pinching her toes.
She knew what was waiting for her behind that wooden door. She could tell it was wooden because even though it had been painted in a shiny dark green paint, it was peeling of in some places, revealing brown strips and spikes that seem to be the ones that actively tore off the paint.
"Maybe one day..."