☛ ‿ ♡ 15: tooth extraction ♡ ‿ ☚
↱ ✎ ↲ Wakabayashi really is an ugly boy. Even if he managed to delude himself – and that nosy crowd of brainwashed thespian trash – into thinking that he was even the TINIEST bit “ admirable, ” Miho Sonoda knows the truth. Up close, his “impeccable make-up” is smeared and obvious, and the blemishes beneath those are twice as bad. And in terms of personality, oh my, there is no way to make an intrusive scumboy like him ever look cute.
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It's surprising to get him in such a vulnerable position. But really, all the credits go to Yukari.
She may be impulsive — hasty, impudent, never quite thinking things through — but when it came to revenge, Miho could not possibly have chosen a better partner. Wakabayashi’s body currently rests limp against the bed, his arms and legs strapped down with cords and wires “borrowed” from his faithful theatre club. He is unconscious (for now, at least), and Miho can’t help but show her appreciation via a small, wry smile. Really, her blessings go out to Yukari for thinking this through so well.
All those years of hiding, of mistrust. of ENDURING. she’ll embrace her vengeance with open arms.
She had stocked a quick weapon inventory beforehand— a small assortment of knives and sharp things of the like. She had initially wanted a quick kill— leave the tormenting to Yukari, who could actually stomach guts and gore— but now? Now that the boy who had made her life a LIVING HELL was finally vulnerable before her? Oho. If the little actor wanted a glorious, dramatic death, then here’s to him. Her eyes narrow with an oddly satisfying mix of hatred and anticipation.
The stalking, the letters, the photos. Everything that he did made her life miserable. E v e r y t h i n g . ( And so to HELL with a simple death for him.)
Gardening pliers. When she breaks her gaze with him, her eyes drift to the pliers. And with the pliers comes a sudden SPARK of creativity —- creative, ha! It’s only natural for the class president to be creative, correct? She has a reputation to uphold, after all! Even if this creep is the only one here to witness it for testimony.
Speaking of testimony… His voice had been pretty annoying prior to Yukari’s little adjustments. Even though she had knocked him out cold, there’s no way a simple blackout could shut him up forever. His gross words to match his gross thoughts, and the world would be far better off without either or. That mouth of his needs to go —- and so that is where she will start.
She tests the pliers, giving them a quick click with gloved hands. The blades are slightly dull, the metal rusting a little, but it’s just fine. If she presses hard, the dullness won’t matter too much. It might even ... enhance the thrill of the situation. Miho throws a quick glance at the creep — ah, still sleeping, still ugly, still perfectly vulnerable —and she knows he won’t be too pleased to be woken. Perfect. ( Ah, Yukari —- she really is a saint for preparing him so well. )
Miho’s watching her shadow loom over him now, eying his gross unconscious face, admiring the knife marks Yukari inflicted prior. Her left hand goes to examine his mouth, prying apart his lips ever so slightly. Lips, then jaw, but ever so slightly. He cannot wake yet. Soon but not now. Patience is the most sadistic of virtues, and being around someone so disgusting certainly makes Miho a sadist.
She hates how white and straight his teeth are. Probably had them bleached and straightened, thinking how lovely they would look on-stage. Or maybe he was just born with “perfect” teeth. She hates them. They’re the same teeth that had lied and fooled just about everyone. The same teeth that had whispered obscenities in her ears in the dead of night.
die, you creep. CRA—ACK.
The pliers pinch hard around one of the front two teeth. She scraped his gums by accident, but consider it an accident that works in her favor. Wakabayashi’s awake now, trying to squirm out of it, but only making it worse for himself. She clenches the plier again and yanks out, just as he tries to pull away. Only an idiot would try to scream when getting teeth pulled; and a true idiot this one is! Hah. His punishment is another removal; this time the tooth directly below, so that any squirming would result in the plier being shot up into the gap of the old tooth, smashing the tender gums. So vulnerable, so loud, so gross.
cra—aCK ! ! !
The stench of metallic blood floods Miho’s nostrils, but it smells better than ANY of the perfumes and flowers this creep’s pushed on her. Another perfect little tooth pops out, another perfect little prize. Maybe one day, she’ll drill a hole into all of them and string them up to make a pretty necklace; a winning token. Or maybe she’ll just force the shards of teeth into his eyes or somewhere else. So many thoughts, each one entirely exhilarating. She’s looking forward to this revenge. Looking forward to thinking of getting back on the one who had tormented her for all these years. Looking forward to seeing him try to speak, trying to tell her to stop, only to sputter out blood. ( Those who hurt cute girls must repent, after all. )
...Ah? This tooth seems to not be succumbing as easily as the rest —- the canine tooth. The creep below her is struggling and squirming too much for her to get the proper grip —- a shame. For him. A true class president never gives in to defeat. So instead of squeezing the pliers right above the gums, maybe she’ll take some of the pink flesh with it. The tool wiggles a bit around the spot selected, her eyes speared against his. She hopes he is watching entirly, paying close attention to everything his ‘lovely Miho’ is doing —- the pliers rip out large chunk of pink and white and red mess in one swift tear.
snap, snap, … SNAP.
what a shame ! such a ❝ sweet boy ❞ ending up like this.
She clamps the pliers against his tongue as the creep watches with those disgusting eyes. There’s blood everywhere – against the clothes, against the bed, against the pliers, flooding his mouth – but Miho Sonoda is completely calm. This is ... good. He deserves this, and so much more.
❝Wakabayashi —- don’t spoil the fun by going around telling people about this.❞ Her lips are pursed before falling into a soft smile; a soft smile to show that he’s not the only sadist who belongs in the theatre club.
❝Oh, wait… —you can’t.❞
