[ Throughout it all, all the agony and screaming and begging, she simply watches. Her gaze remains detached, empty, almost as if observing the effects of an awful experiment being run on her behalf. Keeping herself detached from the horrors she's begat helps. Responsibility can't fall upon her shoulders if she hardly feels anything for the target of her wrath.
The experiment's a success, and so she'll end it for the time being. The stun gun clatters on the elevator floor, blood splattering around it. Her head tilts, and she reaches down to hold his chin, rubbing her thumb under it almost affectionately. Now he's marked, too, smudges of purple from her soaked fingers painting his skin. ]
Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do, to prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?"
[ Such a fitting poem for the moment. What a winding web she weaves, leading in tender morsels to devour whole. With a gentle touch from one fair Maiden, now he knows just how dangerous she can truly be.
But...also generous. The heat he craves sinks down onto his body, digging into the mess on his stomach, and she leans down to bring her face close to his. ]
What a good little peon you are. And did you come for me, too? [ She briefly pouts. ] Darn. I didn't get to see it at all!
[ Oh well. In due time. She drags herself up, leaving a trail of wetness along her pathway up to his mouth. Then there she perches, a queen on her throne, allowing him the reward he suffered so dearly for.
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The experiment's a success, and so she'll end it for the time being. The stun gun clatters on the elevator floor, blood splattering around it. Her head tilts, and she reaches down to hold his chin, rubbing her thumb under it almost affectionately. Now he's marked, too, smudges of purple from her soaked fingers painting his skin. ]
Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do, to prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?"
[ Such a fitting poem for the moment. What a winding web she weaves, leading in tender morsels to devour whole. With a gentle touch from one fair Maiden, now he knows just how dangerous she can truly be.
But...also generous. The heat he craves sinks down onto his body, digging into the mess on his stomach, and she leans down to bring her face close to his. ]
What a good little peon you are. And did you come for me, too? [ She briefly pouts. ] Darn. I didn't get to see it at all!
[ Oh well. In due time. She drags herself up, leaving a trail of wetness along her pathway up to his mouth. Then there she perches, a queen on her throne, allowing him the reward he suffered so dearly for.
Her lofty gaze hardens. ]
Eat.