My sis in Gaia
Birthday: 04/02
My sis in Gaia
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A voice comes fluting out from the shadows. Her delicate steps take her one... two... three spaces closer, and her smile warms her face. "How something as simple as a fantasy can wrap someone up so completely." She smiles and sets a hand on your arm. "But..."
Her wrist flicks and you feel the sharp pinprick of a blade, pressed behind your jawbone. The tip teases your skin, lethally sharp and willing to rend your flesh, if only given the chance. "....sometimes it's better..." she smiles and puts her lips to your ear. "...to be lost in a fantasy." The blade jerks, and a crimson line is drawn. You're over the shock of her odd appearance, and try to break her grip, but she takes your hand and shoves it against the wall, planting her small dagger through the center. She repeats the process with another dagger and your other hand. Your terrified shrieks of pain bring a touching smile to her lips.
"Fantasy is the escape. For those that realize that life is meaningless. And painful," she adds, stressing the last word. Her fingertips caress your skin and she smiles again, digging her nails into your skin, tearing flesh, muscle, and cloth alike. A sickening crack and a choked sound both escape you as she rips your ribcage wide open.
As your chest is flayed apart, nothing more than a gaping hole through which pain enters and your entrails leave, she kisses your cheek. Your body shakes from sensation, and your assassin sighs contentedly.
"My friend... I suggest you begin to enjoy fantasy. Because your fantasies..." her voice drops to a hushed tone, her eyes boring into you and her fingertip swirling around in your internal organs. "...Are the only way you'll ever escape me."
Content, she spends her hours exploring your body and exploiting every possible pain center. Whether you die from blood loss, pain, or simple rearrangement of internal organs is not her jurisdiction; she's only here to play with you until then. And, as your dying breaths wheeze out from a bloody esophagus, her smile and glittering, attentive eyes are the last thing you see.
"Say hello to our Dread Father for me?"