All hail the chief
@advdean
Seulgi was playing a Game.
A blood pumping, exhilarating, and gloriously bloody Game.
(And when Seulgi stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, she could taste glorious fear in the air around her, wrapped in elaborate bows of desperation like a come-hither gift, and Seulgi. Never. Felt. More. Alive.)
And oh, what a fun, fun game it was, Seulgi grinned as she nimbly leapt over another obstacle in the path towards her bumbling prey. The alleyways were her hunting ground now, and Seulgi was the misplaced huntress basking in the thrill of the chase as she taunted and played with her mark. Around her, the streets were eerily silent, as if the rest of the world was hiding in fear from the real predator as she came out to play, her disease claws aching for fresh blood.
Whoever said that one shouldnât play with their food had obviously never experienced the true joys of being able to play with live ones. No, no, thereâs nothing better than playing a glorious Game of cat and mouse â one that only ends when they collapse onto their feeble, trembling legs â why, can you really think of anything more exhilarating than that?
When Seulgi cornered the man into the end of an alley, a Cheshire grin on her face and a deadly gait to match, the pleasing sight of terrified eyes and his gangrene covered lips came into view. It was such a pity that Seulgi couldnât let his delicious screams decorate the air while she ripped into him, but of course, she couldnât let the Game end too early, especially when the Foundation could swoop in heroically at any time to ruin her fun.
The human begged for mercy as well as he could from his sealed lips, his legs shaking and knocking together as he registered his impending doom.
All the better for me to swallow you whole, my dear.
âRun, Run, as fast as you can,â Seulgi sang mockingly as she reached out to scratch a long line in his skin with her bacteria covered nails, and as glorious gas gangrene to bubbled up; the man to screamed in pain and shock, and the smell of urine permeated the air.
âOh no,â Seulgi murmured with faux sympathy. âIt seems like itâs the end of the line for you, mister~â
âAlthough, Iâm sure I could scrape up a bit more mercy if you were willing to part with your credit cards~â Seulgi let a deranged giggle escape as the man hesitated, her fingernails flexing as she prepared for some more persuasion.
Suddenly, the back of her neck prickled.
âWhoâs there?âSeulgi snapped.














