embarrassing: this girl thought that glory and honor were real things and has only now realized that her death will be nothing but feeding a meaningless meatgrinder

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embarrassing: this girl thought that glory and honor were real things and has only now realized that her death will be nothing but feeding a meaningless meatgrinder
There's just something so cathartic, in passing a Handler whom hasn't noticed you.
Recognizing what she is, just to growl softly at Her presence. Nothing threatening, just loud enough for Her trained ears to hear.
And when Her head snaps up, looking around for what made such a noise. Knowing What makes that noise, fully aware of what it means.
The look on Her face, the panic and shock. A former Deity feeling uncertain, feeling fear. Gods above it's addictive~.
Especially when the dread starts to seep in, when she starts to realize she's vulnerable. When she realizes she's not Her, when she's just another meer mortal~.
That's when the real fun starts~, that's when the Hunt is known to her. That's when they all realize, they're the prey now.
The thunderous pounding of their once cold heart, reignited by true terror. The scent of her adrenaline and cortisol mixing, knowing it'll make the taste all the sweeter...
But the best part? The best part, is when you don't pursue.
When you let her leave, hand on service pistol and leather coat pulled. Hells, some even scuff their precious boots on their way away.
Yeah, there's just something cathartic about not having a leash anymore~
Clicker training your Doll with the reload sound of a bolt action rifle. Next round is going in her mouth
capturing me instead of just killing me is a really stupid idea. you basically just let me into your camp dumbass as soon as i escape i’ll get all of your secret information and-hey. hey. don’t touch me there. hey. what are you doing. stop that. hey. you can’t do that. fucking stop it. please stop. stop. stop
the devil gives me seven special bullets that are all guaranteed to hit, but the last one will kill whoever the devil decides. after using all six of my special bullets i fire the seventh hoping it’ll hit the sergeant who i hate but instead it flies into my head. for a moment i thought i died but then i realize that the girl in my head who’s always talking about being a hero of justice has gone completely silent and i fall to my knees in despair
making me suck off your stupid rifle muzzle really makes you look like an idiot, by the way. fuck you. if you just let me get my hands on that i’d show you how to actually u-ghhk. ghhh…
hate to get renamed. you bastard my name isn’t bitch doll it’s something else. and i can’t remember what it is but as soon as i do i’ll tell everyone and you’ll look like an absolute idiot
got captured on the battlefield and everyone is leering at me and calling me miss fuckable eye socket when they’re talking to each other. don’t they have any honor. disgusting