The world was growing dark as it spun around her. Moaning weakly, she tried to move her arms or legs one more time.
Nothing. No feeling. No motion. Caught in the mangled frame of the car, the limbs were as wrecked as the cage. Her teddy bear, now stained in crimson, stared back at her, as if to say everything would be okay.
I don’t…I don’t want to die…!
“And you don’t have to!” the voice called from above her. Collared in a rainbow and topped with unruly curls, the foreign feline smiled down at her “If your wish is to live, I can grant it. Just make a contract with me!”
And entry #3 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge (impressive for this week, by my normal pace). And actually, I wrote this one first, before realizing the real idea behind the prompt. And also based on the picture, this one is likely the furthest from the idea.
Still, I hope you all enjoy!