Hough...when will Sylvia be taken care of again....when will someone help her patch up her wounds in her house after a close call with some bastard....when will someone keep her company while she's siccy....when will someone help wash the blood off her as she cries...when will someone comfort her as she gets too emotional rewatching tapes and hold her and tell her she's still beautiful...houhhh
Anyways you guys ever think how Sylvia and Daji's needs are barely ever truly met and the moment they actually are they get scared...they get so scared but don't want to become addicted to that feeling so they try to deflect it...idk
Think abt how Sylvia operates rq take my hand 🫴🏾 cmon
Think about being in a small group in the apocalypse about...5 people? Could be close could just be acquaintances trying to survive together...now one night one of your buddies start blabbering about some lady in leather that visited them in the night a bit crazy but maybe they just had a weird dream, sure whatever. Until they bring it up again, and again, and again. It wouldn't have been concerning if you guys hadn't moved places about 3 times....so now something has to be wrong, maybe they're just fucking around! It keeps happening though, now the groups irritated but they stand their ground of having being visited by this lady of the night. So you begin to ignore them, maybe even tease em about it, they don't take to it lightly, never was one to like it really. They insist they aren't lying and even show off some smudged lipstick, what a weirdo right? Going so far as to smear lipstick all over themself.
One day they can't take it anymore, and the next morning they're gone, not a note in sight, and no idea of where they could have gone....maybe they got fed up and finally left? Who cares they were obviously losing it...
Until one day you're awoken by the sound of light whistling, it wakes you up immediately you think you're under attack but no....standing a good distance away, a woman clad in leather smiles as you stare at her, she puts a finger to her lips urging you to keep quiet and you oblige because this obviously can't be real...she beckons you over, pulling you away from the group and leading you to a secluded area...you talk...just a bit she's nice she's sweet, teasing you and gently feeling your body with warm hands and a light voice. It's almost entrancing, you don't know how long it's been but you wake up alone...she's gone but the warmth and her voice lingers...you have to tell the others. But remembering what happened to your lost associate you keep it to yourself, it was a dream after all.
It's been days now and the woman has always seemed to find some way to see you, she sits on your lap and combs your hair, even kisses you sometimes, a reward she says for keeping you two a secret. You're still in disbelief, you begin distancing yourself from the others, she only comes around when you're alone it seems...they don't notice, they haven't noticed...were you ever really a part of the group? Did they ever like you? Sylvia does...she tells you often, she praises you and supports you in whatever you do...she's taken quite the interest, and she even took initiative of inviting you to her home, how wonderful! They'll never believe you after this!
So you go, after just a few days you go, what could go wrong right? She's the only one to take interest in you, to listen and actually be invested in whatever you had to say...it was nice she was nice...
You have the night of your life, she's amazing and praises you all the same. It's almost heaven, or is.
The next morning you wake up, she's there that same smile, her lipstick still smudged and eyes bright. She's brought you some a drink, a simple thing and you drink it of course, it's not often you get it anyways. She says there's breakfast, and you couldn't be any more thankful.
The food is warm and she talks about how she can't wait for dinner. You can't either, she must be planning something good if the food you're eating now has anything to do with it. You don't notice the air getting hotter, but your hand starts to shake, you keep eating, nothing but nerves right? Your leg starts to jitter and your breath shortens as you finish your food, she's still eating but before you can say anything your vision blurs as your throat begins to burn, you choke grasping it in a desperate attempt to make it stop you look up to her and she's smiling gently at you, not at all disturbed by your current predicament. Realization hits you and your stomach drops, you try to scramble out of the chair but the vertigo keeps your surroundings in blurred shackles causing you to trip, you're writhing on the ground now, the hardwood floors beneath you cold as you gasp and choke, why did she do this? Why would she do this? You can see her still, she looks at you from the table above still eating.
You pass out as she grins, it burns into your memory as darkness fills your head.
Why would she do this?
You don't feel her as she easily picks you up, you don't hear her whistling as she lumbers you down to the basement, into a separate room of meat hooks and freezers. You don't feel the knife easily ripping you open, you don't see the corpse of your old friend, skin dull and eyes vacant. She continues her tune as your body is eviscerated and your blood spills freely. What a pain.
Its been a few days and the group is none the wiser, your absence made no difference, or maybe it spiked an argument between the remaining members. It doesn't matter though, one of them talking about a woman clad in black leather, this should be good.
Oh hmmmm I think daji would have gotten waaaay more piercings on his peen if he wasn't so damn sensitive...he's got 2 bars but he def would've liked more....same w Aiden I think...sylv is fine w her 1 and so is penny omg I can add penny on here now you guts don't know her but you will omg omg anyways what was I saying
