「 In the Belly of a BEAST ; Closed 」
【 @killerkeit 】
[ ۩۞۩ ] -- What sort of HARROWING memory were they stuck in now?
Wide eyes filled with an echo of terror watched this being-- this image of a girl that must be some sort of unearthly monster they’d never had the pleasure of meeting before this poor, unfortunate incident --as she stood before them like a lioness stalking and ready to pounce on her prey.
It was exciting, in a way; this horrible sickness that was freezing them over and forcing them to remember. Remember what it felt like last time, remember that they swore they wouldn’t scream or beg if it happened again.
Sovann swallowed thickly, a mixture of tangy blood that ran an almost purplish hue and spit that felt like liquid fire burning down their throat. Fingers dyed in their own blood and charred at the ends clenched into loose fists, to remind themself that they could still feel. Everything was still attached, for now. They could feel muscle and bone working together beneath their bruised skin, holding all the pieces in place, making them ache with absolute agony and shiver with the anticipation of the gruesome fate to come.
--HURRY UP, HURRY UP.
Gaze defiant yet expectant in a most beastly manner, the false god cocked their head, exposing a neck that had long ago been slashed through and left with a gnarled scar near the base, daring this creature to do it again, to at least finish whatever it was she’d started. Did they want to fight? Perhaps-- but their fiendish curiosity kept them from wanting to cause her any real damage.
They could play the part of the hunted this time ( though who was to say that remembered fear and torture wasn’t what was keeping them locked in place? )
“You--” the word was hissed out, not spat like a contempt, wounded animal might. The manner of their voice was much too soft, to sterile for anything that was going to let fear dominate it. The thrumming of acquired, open wounds seemed to whisper through them, the clean cut and burnt edges smoldering in their rigid expression.
Breathes came out short and taken in much too long. This really was too much. Was she going to string their guts out? Perhaps crunch their bones one by one? Already flesh had been sliced, left open for blood to spill out ( something that excited them too much ) and for them to cringe over.
Maybe she would even dare to rip their limbs off again and eat them one by one before their very eyes. What a sight!
“You’re dragging this out too long. Get on with what you want to do,” Sovann finally managed to push out, voice heavy and thick with pain seeping in and a gruesome, twisted desire slipping out. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and it looked as though this time they’d been caught. “...I’m not patient. I hope you aren’t either.” Was that fear tinging it? Possibly. “Let me see your teeth.”
Staring at her was like staring into the jaws of a gaping, ravenous beast.
