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[homonka]

Who: Sui Feng & You! (OTA/Closed Prompts)
Where: Dreams/Cyberspace.
When: Throughout Chapter 4
Summary: Pretty much nothing good...?!
Restrictions/Warnings: Medical/bioweapon horror, violence, generally grimdark themes. Blood. Lots of blood.

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[demonly]

[ The drumming of this searing, familiar pain in his joints is enough to make him cringe - but moreso than that, the impeding thoughts of feeling any semblance of proud to participate in this...it's definitely unsettling. This is a place he has spent years trying to forget, to bury in happier, brighter memories of protective walls and calming scripture. It hurts to remember this, remember being tied down and altered to fit another's needs, and upon watching the girl in front of him, stained with blood with coldness in her eyes, all he can think of was when he was in that position. Violent, volatile.

He clenches his teeth into a snarl, shoulders tense like he's ready to fight out of habit, like a Pavlovian response to this environment. ]

Stay back...! I don't wanna fight ya.

[ Because he (like her, and every other kid that's gone through this) knows all too well how things go in fights like this. ]

[homonka]

[ How many do they bring before her with these words? How many say things like I won't, only to awaken the cruelty within them when faced with the prospect of pain?

It doesn't matter what they want. What he wants--what she wants--they're inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

It only matters that they prove themselves useful.

Softly, then: ]

I don't care.

[ Blood spit to the side of her, she waits for the door behind him to close before she begins to move, bare feet silently padding a slow, predatory circle. ]

But you're lying. I can smell it on you. The blood. The fear. What a pathetic tool they've thrown to me.

[ Like a snake's hiss, the words hardly rise above the notes of a whisper but carry venom in their wake. Her hands clench again, fingers splaying out, held not tense but loose, ready. ]