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Stella stumbled, her heels dangling from her hand as she fell through the doors back into the hall. Her back scattered with bloody lines as if she had been whipped multiple times. Blood caked into the torn black sequinned dress that she had entered with. She didn't make it too far into the room when she collapsed onto her knees. What also appeared as bloodied scratches seemed to decorate her arms as well, what was once a long sleeved gown was now tattered and falling off her shoulders like a sheer curtain.
She didn't even really have the energy to look around to see if she could spot Eadwulf. She, for lack of a better word, looked like a lost sheep, black liner smeared down her face from crying. She had clearly felt like she was going remain a puddle on the ground, thinking that she didn't deserve anyone's help. That she deserved this and didn't she would never feel that glimpse of happiness again. She felt completely drained and alone.