butcherpuppy

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  *fizzle* *cck cck cck*

  Opening my squeezed shut eyes I firstly notice Demora walking ahead of me, the sound of her high heals ccking on the white marble path in front of me momentarily dazes me.

  Looking around at the surroundings I see a medieval style manor, the architecture reminded me of the academy and how much I miss that 'normal' pce.

  White marble accents followed by some kind of bck obsidian ordorned the walls, behind the fancy material stood a seige proof looking castle made from bckened stone in perfect ordered blocks.

  The windows all shined as the sun hit them, reflecting light into all different directions. It was truly the perfect final boss style castle. I wander how much this type of thing would even cos-.

  Feeling a shove from behind me I snap my head around and gre at the knight behind me.

  "Now, now little kitten. You should run along to me and save your energy. You are still owed a punishment for your little outburst at the auction hall.".

  Gritting my teeth so hard together that they ache I speed up my walking pace to be next to Demora

  *thump*

  A hand pushes me back as Demora ughs at me. "Kittens should always follow their masters, you are not well trained enough to stand next to me little one ~".

  "Why... why are you treating me like this.. I mean. Why the hell do you even want to humiliate me like this you fuc-"

  *thwock*

  "mmmhhmm".

  As I was compining and deperately searching for some kind of answer by voicing my anger I feel a cold gaunlet wrap around my face and stop me from speaking.

  "Rule number 1 little kitten, never speak unless spoken too.. Take her, its punishment time now ~ Hurry along ~".

  Feeling an agressive grab from one of the knights, some kind of salty tasting rough fabric is pced over my head and my vision goes dark. As I am pushed along I stumble over the occasional raised cobble brick below me. Compared to the previously luxorious marble path I was walking on top of this is a pretty rundown comparison.

  The silent knights were a far cry from the previously vocal auction knights. I wonder if that stems from a different level of training or something else entirely?

  The smell of the air gradually became stale, the horrible stench of decaying flesh mixed with the stench of rotted wood. If the knights gaunlet wasn't still blocking my mouth im sure I would have retched onto the floor already.

  Suddenly I was stopped in motion, the hand grasping my face pulled me into a swift stop causing me to breifly choke at the immediate force applied to my throat.

  All of a sudden I feel a sense of weightlessness as the hand is moved away from my mouth.

  *tumble* *flop*

  "ahh, HEY YOU BASTARD DON'T JUST THROW ME FOR FUCK SAKE"

  *fwoosh*

  The harsh contact as the sacks fabric rubbed against my face made me stop talking, finally being able to see again had me looking around and my heart froze at what I could see.

  Bones. Human. Bones. This was a prison cell in which a person had really died. The walls had a damp cold texture, knocking on the wall next to the bolted wooden door that was closed behind me revealed its unforgiving nature.

  Looking down I see a decrepit limestone floor, the smell of rotten blood lingered within the air as dust particles wafted around with my every movement in the small pce.

  The flickering candle cast the occasional glimpse into the dark room, a gleam in the dark catches my eye.

  Like a lighthouse to a ship, a moth to a fme, I quickly crawled to the other side of the small room.

  The jagged floor cut into my knees as I crawled but the pain barely registered in my own mind as I finally reached the metal object sticking out of the limestone floor.

  Pulling on the object with all my might it finally comes loose as I fall to the floor eliciting a small groan.

  Bringing the object up to my face I see a rusted and mishapen cleaver, this wouldn't do much against the armored knights outside but maybe...

  Stopping myself from having dangerous thoughts I y down in the corner of the cell, my butt stings a little at the cold floors contact but it quickly begins to warm up.

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  An unkown amount of time has passed, ying here with my eyes slightly drawn has me questioning everything. Is this pce truly a game? Then why does everything feel so... real?

  The sensations, all five of my senses, nothing feels like it isn't real. The way every single person I have seen is so lifelike.

  There is no way there are this many people who also happen to be pying this game and just so happen to be in the same area with me and at the same time as me.

  Who was the green haired girl I met in the cell back then?

  What about the man wielding the rge greatsword I made eye contact with?

  The fat man that kidnapped me into svery?

  The dy who 'bought' me, Demora?

  Is any of this even real?

  How do I leave, at first I was just exploring the neckband out of boredom and now I would do anything to just leave this god forsaken pce once and for all.

  *slick*

  A gutteral groan of agony barely manages to leak out of my completely dry mouth as I wince in pain.

  Looking downwards I see a cleaver in my stomach, the jagged edge rusted away by time spyed into different directions.

  Looking upwards towards the handle my eyes quiver.

  A pale small hand.

  My... my hand, is on that handle.

  I see.

  The only way I could leave st time was.. dying.

  Getting chased by the green behemoth, feeling the intense waves of pleasure and pain as my final moments fshed through my narrowing eyes. I have to die to leave.

  "ahmm ?"

  Looking down as my mouth moves on its own, I fight the tingles of pleasure racking my entire being as I continue to pull the cleaver from my body and stick it back in.

  *slick* slice* *fluck*

  The pull of flesh on the the cleavers jagged edge slowly started to weaken as the surrounding flesh begun to resemble hell itself.

  "ahhm fuck fuck fuck?"

  The mixture of deep seated agony and horrible pain surged through every nerve in my body, my shaking hands slowly became steady.

  My eyes that were quivering before had now solidified with my firm resolution.

  Every single ceration caused a different groan of pleasure to leak out of my mouth.

  The shape and size of every puncture wound varied as the blood had started to pool beneath me.

  It wouldn't take a genius to figure out even fast healing can't fix immense blood loss, trauma induced anemia is still deadly.

  Even the best medical facilities of the Earth I still remembered could never save you if you leaked everything.

  What once resembled a smooth and slightly doughy feeling skin was a mess of leaking internal organs and bloodshed.

  The rusted edges on the cleaver acted as merciless meat hooks, grabbing onto my insides and bringing them to the world for all to see.

  My eyes refused to move any longer.

  The two hands gripping the cleaver had become deathly pale as they lost grip and flopped to my sides.

  As I watched the cleaver slowly tilt out of my body, if you could still call it that, it fell onto the floor making a metallic patter sound.

  *ctter* *scrrrr*

  I hear the sound of frantic metal sliding together as the bolt of the wooden door slid open.

  The draft of air hit me, causing a new wave of stings to appear over the dull aches that have taken over my soul.

  "ah-h-m-mm?"

  The st thing I see is the previously arrogant dy rushing towards me while shouting words that couldn't quite reach my brain.

  "WH-T DID YO- DO, GET T-E DOC--R RI-HT -OW!!!"

  Perhaps in a st bid of defiance my grin widens as I lose all sensations.

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