05-31-2020, 06:47 PM
This time she was prepared for the rip.
Aching steps drew her close enough to see. The molten flame of her body’s pain was unabashed, but she would witness this; to honour, or to spit upon the creatures who thought they could control her, she was not sure. Each death plucked a sliver of soul from her chest; more pain than Ryker could ever inflict. She nearly fell. Her skull was blessedly silent, but it was an emptiness that keened terrible in the darkness.
Her lips curled into something of a cold smile for the end she saw, and she spat more blood from her mouth, feeling the curling charm of dizziness begin to beckon her to a sweeter oblivion. Mikhail’s laughter chilled the heart to madness, if she’d had one to chill. She supposed he’d made a friend the night she abandoned him at the Hole to rip Rafael from Kasun’s bloody maw. It twisted something in her stomach. A remnant she suddenly realised should be cut out, whatever promises she had made.
Ori swayed a little. Falling unconscious in the company of the man who’d tried to rape her was not an appetising prospect, though she was gratified to see him quite beautifully doubled up in pain. If she crumpled now there would be no strength left to claw though; blood soaked from hip to ankle on her left side, skin and clothes melted. But fuck if it didn’t leave the rot of dissatisfaction in her gut. The choke of Ryker’s retribution was an ephemeral pleasure. She knew he’d forgotten her already.
Aching steps drew her close enough to see. The molten flame of her body’s pain was unabashed, but she would witness this; to honour, or to spit upon the creatures who thought they could control her, she was not sure. Each death plucked a sliver of soul from her chest; more pain than Ryker could ever inflict. She nearly fell. Her skull was blessedly silent, but it was an emptiness that keened terrible in the darkness.
Her lips curled into something of a cold smile for the end she saw, and she spat more blood from her mouth, feeling the curling charm of dizziness begin to beckon her to a sweeter oblivion. Mikhail’s laughter chilled the heart to madness, if she’d had one to chill. She supposed he’d made a friend the night she abandoned him at the Hole to rip Rafael from Kasun’s bloody maw. It twisted something in her stomach. A remnant she suddenly realised should be cut out, whatever promises she had made.
Ori swayed a little. Falling unconscious in the company of the man who’d tried to rape her was not an appetising prospect, though she was gratified to see him quite beautifully doubled up in pain. If she crumpled now there would be no strength left to claw though; blood soaked from hip to ankle on her left side, skin and clothes melted. But fuck if it didn’t leave the rot of dissatisfaction in her gut. The choke of Ryker’s retribution was an ephemeral pleasure. She knew he’d forgotten her already.
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