[ oh, w's dress has BEEN a lost cause, she just thinks it's funny to watch her marks struggle to prevail under impossible circumstances. it's a delight when all she wants to do is give someone the most horrible death imaginable, which makes this practically a delicacy, an extremely rare thrill she'll probably never get the chance to experience again. not because lappland will die at the end of it, because w's sure lappland will want to kill her from here on. what else could there ever be for a wicked pair like them?
even now, w knows all the rules and still there's nothing but murder in her eyes when her gaze meets lappland's. every living fiber of her being aches to snap the wrists that reach for her, to break every single one of those fingers pulling in her hair. nobody touches her, nobody, and the few concessions she's made for the cause have obviously emboldened lappland to grab up more. she's got to pay, or at least come on nothing but the fear for her life. ]
Stupid bitch, I see you biting!
[ she makes it difficult not to, the flat of her hand swatting lappland's cheeks, slapping her face upwards so she's in danger of choking on her own drool. so messy, so nasty, w's never wanted to piece someone out more. maybe that's endgame in this place, keeping lappland like a living originium vein she can mine for all the explosives she'll need to craft to bring this hellhole down. w's almost tempted to start now.
she stabs her fingers into lappland's mouth, jolting the bomb deeper down her throat. ]
Guess there's no getting it outta there any other way. You really should have thought about that before you asked. [ her unhinged cackling is made of the purest notes of murderous intrigue. ] Since you're gonna make a huge mess anyway, I might as well light the fuses on both ends of you. It can be a fun little game you only get to play half of.
[ the fuses hiss at the beckoning of w's trigger finger, that charged piece of plastic buried in her cunt, the steel ball burning on her tongue. w doesn't actually care if she comes or not before the big finale, she's happily engrossed with poking that originium steel as far down lappland's throat as it will go, with violently pounding that now-sparking plastic charge into a place she'll really feel it. her fun's only got a few seconds left before it's over, and she's happy to purr the countdown directly into one of those fuzzy, twitching ears. ]
Three... Two...
[ because these are both duds, of course, she's still not about to compromise her own plans for a bit of short-lived fun. these are just the same kind of poppers she'd leave on kal'tsit's office chair when she was feeling particularly sadistic. it won't feel great when they expand and blow, but there's no way they'll leave any lasting damage — unless you count the horrible sound of w's breathless, gasping laughter when they start popping off. ]
ultimate notp
even now, w knows all the rules and still there's nothing but murder in her eyes when her gaze meets lappland's. every living fiber of her being aches to snap the wrists that reach for her, to break every single one of those fingers pulling in her hair. nobody touches her, nobody, and the few concessions she's made for the cause have obviously emboldened lappland to grab up more. she's got to pay, or at least come on nothing but the fear for her life. ]
Stupid bitch, I see you biting!
[ she makes it difficult not to, the flat of her hand swatting lappland's cheeks, slapping her face upwards so she's in danger of choking on her own drool. so messy, so nasty, w's never wanted to piece someone out more. maybe that's endgame in this place, keeping lappland like a living originium vein she can mine for all the explosives she'll need to craft to bring this hellhole down. w's almost tempted to start now.
she stabs her fingers into lappland's mouth, jolting the bomb deeper down her throat. ]
Guess there's no getting it outta there any other way. You really should have thought about that before you asked. [ her unhinged cackling is made of the purest notes of murderous intrigue. ] Since you're gonna make a huge mess anyway, I might as well light the fuses on both ends of you. It can be a fun little game you only get to play half of.
[ the fuses hiss at the beckoning of w's trigger finger, that charged piece of plastic buried in her cunt, the steel ball burning on her tongue. w doesn't actually care if she comes or not before the big finale, she's happily engrossed with poking that originium steel as far down lappland's throat as it will go, with violently pounding that now-sparking plastic charge into a place she'll really feel it. her fun's only got a few seconds left before it's over, and she's happy to purr the countdown directly into one of those fuzzy, twitching ears. ]
Three... Two...
[ because these are both duds, of course, she's still not about to compromise her own plans for a bit of short-lived fun. these are just the same kind of poppers she'd leave on kal'tsit's office chair when she was feeling particularly sadistic. it won't feel great when they expand and blow, but there's no way they'll leave any lasting damage — unless you count the horrible sound of w's breathless, gasping laughter when they start popping off. ]