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Text: How do you make sure a ghost is always with you, how do you tie one to your own soul? No one ever likes my answer, despite its simplicity. You eat their body.
WARNINGS: This story depicts cannibalism, gore, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, and will lead to things such as smut, if I forgot any other major warnings, please let me know!! This is overall just very very disgusting topics for Kinktober!!
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It was just supposed to be a night out, Halloween month. All that fun stuff! You and a few friends who were not only coworkers but also hung out with, decided to go explore some abandoned areas near your hometown. Your feet crunched against the leaves as the cold air nipped at the flesh uncovered. Teeth clattering from you and Mao.
Right! Let's introduce you to Mao, Seiho, and Ryoko. Ryoko and Seiho were the office couple. He was holding her to keep her warm as you and Mao were practically snowmen without snow. Your gaze snapped around at the sound of rustling in the bushes the further you went into the forest.
"Did you guys hear that!?" Mao whispered screamed. Her eyes widened as she looked around. Head whirling around like a tornado. "Heard what, Mao?" Seiho pulled on a smug smile. "Don't be a scaredy cat! It's probably an animal.." Ryoko teased while his girlfriend laughed. Yet you heard it. The quiet breathing, the crunching of the leaves, and the snapping of twigs. Mao saw your eyes, she knew. She knows you know. One step forward and you freeze. "Someone hand me the flashlight please!" Your hand reached out, and another's hand handed you the flashlight. One button press, you aimed it down at your shoe.
Your hand began trembling as you stared at your now-stained shoe. Friends walking slightly ahead, stopped to glance back. "What's the big deal, YN? Why did you stop?" They walked back towards you and a scream was let out. The White Converse you were wearing were now soaked in a red liquid, standing on top of a disregarded deer's dead body. "Oh my god oh my god-" You were quickly yanked by by Ryoko.
"It's just a dead deer, probably was hunted by a bear sometime recently.. don't worry ladies, I won't let anything happen to you guys." He threw on a smile yet Mao looked like she was about to throw up. Seiho placed her hand on your back and rubbed in an attempt to calm you. "I-Im fine. I'm fine." You shrugged her hand off and she sighed before going to hold Mao's hair up just in case she does in fact vomit. A certain chill surrounded you four and you felt a shiver up your spine, well until you were distracted by hearing Mao retch into a bush.
It was just a split second in your eyes, a singular blink. Then Mao and Seiho were gone. "Ryoko where did they-" you turn back to face him, the deer corpse was gone, replaced by a disfigured lump. You walked closer. Ryoko's head, the neck partially cut in half, his eyes dead and staring blankly at you, the flesh torn and dangling over the pile of his limbs. Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth before you screamed in panic. Slowly walking back. You glanced around trying to find the trail you and your friends walked on, yet the leaves had shifted with the wind, the dark sky blinding you to your surroundings. Click. Click. The flashlight wouldn't turn on anymore.
Suddenly a sharp pain registers on the back of your head, the space around you blurring. Knees buckling, causing you to fall forward. Face planting into a warm liquid. Too warm for this cold night. The last thing you saw before your eyes went dark completely was a white yakuta underneath a purple skirt and flowing black fabric from upward. A cold hand wrapped around your waist before tugging you upward. "Lord Sukuna will have such a feast, no?" Who are they talking to? Your body limp on their shoulder as the world faded out.
Step after step your limp body shook on their shoulder. Blood dripped from your nose onto the crunchy autumn leaves as you fought to keep your vision from fully blacking out. How did a silly stupid outing with friends turn into your possible kidnapping and death sentence? You should've stayed home, you didn't even want to come. But Mao begged, saying she didn't want to be a third wheel. Your gaze flickered to your dripping nose as you were like a sack of potatoes on this stranger's shoulder.
You felt some feeling come back to your hands in which you use, squeezing at their neck to do damage, or get a reaction at least. Yet nothing. Like they didn't even feel it. Is this person even human? Probably not. Who says Lord anymore? Those titles are hundreds of years old. So just what is happening to you? Maybe it's an elaborate prank that your friends caused. Maybe Ryoko's disfigured gory body was fake. Maybe you were lying to yourself to try and make the situation more normal than it is. It just doesn't make sense, how was Ryoko dead in a span of seconds? It must be an elaborate prank. Its the only explanation!
Then you truly did pass out, all the blood rushing to your head from your neck got to you. You must've been passed out for hours as before you knew it, you woke up in a cell, Mao was cuddled up to Seiho as you blinked. Where the hell are you guys? The ground was cold, no blankets, nothing. You stared at them, blinking. "What the hell happened last night?" You stuttered out and they glanced at you finally. "We don't know.." Seiho mumbled. The stone was rough against your hands. The pebbles that weren't attached to the ground left indents on your palm that hurt.
"We p-passed out and woke up here.." Mao almost whimpered out. Terrified. You crawled over to them for warmth. Sitting beside Mao so she was in the middle of this cuddling crew. "This wasn't a prank you guys were pulling?" You whispered, like you were praying they would just say it was to make you feel better, even if it wasn't the truth. "N-No! Of course n-not!" It spilled out of Mao's mouth. "Where's Ryoko?.." Seiho glanced around in panic. "He must've escaped and is getting help!.." She whispered excitedly, the lump formed in your throat.
"Y-Yeah.. yeah he must." How could you tell her the truth and ruin the hope that might keep you three alive? She's always been the bravest one in the group except her boyfriend. If she knew her boyfriend was probably dead, it would kill any chance you guys have at getting out of this damn dungeon. Your hand curled into Mao's trembling palm as if to ground yourself. Her gaze flickered to you, those eyes like she could see through you. She knows. She always does. She knows you. You couldn't let her tell Seiho, shaking your head subtly.
Even if you wanted to tell Seiho, how could you explain that you saw the remains of her boyfriend's bashed body and his head lying upon the body like a landmark? At that point, it's just better to keep her in the dark, right? You could tell her when the three of you escape. Or maybe it'll follow you till your grave. You guys shouldn't have went to that stupid forest in the first place.
Mao was asleep on your lap, your nails dragging through her hair while Seiho was asleep against your side. Yet your eyes just wouldn't shut. The cobble walls rumbled, the sunset just rising outside the barred windows. This created a square shadow with three bars going through the light. It was dark enough for the girls to stay asleep, huddled to you for warmth. Your eyes flickered around, goosebumps rising as if someone had their eyes on you. Moments like this, it's like you're fresh meat, a wolf ready to bare its teeth to the prey, the weak. A lump sat stuck in your throat that you couldn't swallow.
Your hand stopped running through Mao's hair, instead, it ran up to your own head. Touching around until you felt a squishy area beneath your hair. Wet. Your fingers became slick with warm liquid. This is where the consistent pounding on your skull occurs. Your fingers pressed into the flesh as you hissed, touching something especially hard yet also slick with the same watery substance. The occipital bone felt like it was being repeatedly pounded by your brain.
You didn't want to know, but you had to. You brought your hand back to your face. Glancing at your fingers with hesitance just to see that the warm watery liquid wasn't just rain or something, but blood. Nails covered in splotches of blood. Mouth opening to scream til you felt a hand snake up to cover your mouth. "Shh, YN." Seiho muttered. Her gaze flickered to outside the cell, hard. A figure sat in the dark. Who is that?
Maybe you'd become an allegory, told to children to stop them from venturing into the forests. You never know which monster lurks.
Shrugging off the two girls, you shuffled closer to the bars. Knees pressing forward, indented further by the pebbles of the cobblestone. Your eyes narrowed until you could make out the figure. It was a skeleton, wrapped in blankets. How long had they been down here? What caused them to end up like that? Would that happen to you three? (Spoiler: it won't.)
You glanced down the hallway to espy someone in sandals and traditional sandals step down the dungeon hall. The same person you saw the night before you woke up here. The sound of each step sounded like a death sentence for Mao, Seiho, and you. Marked for death before the age of 25 (ds ref). The sound of their steps left an indelible fear in you. They had knocked you out. Brought you here. What was your fate in their hands?
Drapetomania. Your breath picked up, and your body froze. Fear. You always wondered what people meant when they referred to others as deer in headlights. The hairs on your arm lifted to promise you an enigma is close. Chest rising and falling like it was on a mission to keep up with your heart's beating yet it was too sluggish. Tremors shook your body if not the random trembles that filled the dungeon from somewhere above ground.
Seiho had planned much better than just playing dead like you were essentially doing. Maybe you weren't playing, more like anticipating. You got your first real whiff of this dungeon. Sickeningly sweet yet there was this underlying scent mixing with it, maybe even an iron smell, that scent made you want to retch till your guts pooled in front of you. You felt a twitch in your wrist, your carpals shifting under your skin to match the movement of your hand.
Metatarsals are supported by the muscles wrapping around your foot. Your phalanges closed shut as you slowly pushed yourself up to stand. Moving to the corner is instinctive when you feel threatened. You don't remember when you picked up that instinct but it was there. It was pathetic. Seiho was ready. Ready to do anything to protect you and sleeping Mao. Yet you backed up out of fear.
Your cranium felt like it had been shot. Yet it hadn't. You had a headache from the open wound on your nape/skull area. Your knees buckled so you leaned further into the corner. The worst part? Seiho didn't even seem upset. She wasn't upset that you were scared to help her do something to get you guys out, like she understood. Your mind was in a constantly conflicted state, yet she was stable, brave. Maybe it was the guilt of not telling her about Ryoko. Not telling her that you didn't dare to touch him while his body was already disfigured, maybe even melted, yet he could've been alive, in need of comfort in his last moments.
Yet as the white haired.. person? Stepped closer to your cell, then directly in front of the bars. They were orphic. Their looks surprisingly lucent as if they weren't a war machine ready to be put to work. They looked yonderly, mentally somewhere else. Distant. But they still gave off the vibe of an obsidian wall, unbreakable. They were dressed in clothes that weren't so common in the jean-wearing days, no they wore a skirt to their ankles, a cloth and long top. Like showing skin was a sin, like to be respected they had to be covered and hidden.
They held a key. Slipping it into the lock before the cell door slid open like butter. Your joints locked faster than you expected as you were tucked in the corner, like a blanket. Abience: The strong urge to avoid someone or something. Why were these words suddenly popping up? First it was Drapetomania, now it's Abience. Both of those words are related to fear, maybe because you felt fear?
"Who wants to see Lord Sukuna first?" The calm, neutral voice spoke. Dark pink eyes flickered between each of you three. Seiho gripped a sharp rock, hidden. "Wake the sleeping one, now. She needs to awaken to answer." Eyelashes fluttered around. When their head shifted to look at Seiho while she slowly woke Mao up, your gaze locked onto this person's white hair with.. a red blotch on either side? Odd hair.
Seiho's hand was on Mao's shoulder. Shaking her. Trying to get her to awaken. "Mao.. Mao wake up!" The words tumbled out in a rush as Mao shifted slightly. The excessive movement and the urgent voice of Seiho made her eyes open. Sliding to where Seiho was, a confused look spread along her face, dipped into the contours.
"What's happening?" Words left Mao slurred. Yet it didn't take much but a look of fear on Seiho's face just for a split moment before Mao was fully awake. Her eyes traveled, finding the stranger in their cell. Did she miss the explanation as to why you three were the ones they picked to kidnap? Her teeth caught onto her lower lip as she tugged. Keeping herself awake after just waking up, she needed to be awake for this. Even if her fear currently wants her to pass out.
"Fuck off would you?" Seiho's brows are tightly knit together as she speaks up towards the figure with white and red hair. "Or better yet, tell us why we are here." You mumbled. Who the hell is Lord Sukuna? Seiho's hand slowly crept to Mao's to keep her comforted as she looked like she was about to panic. The moment would have been saccharine if you three were anywhere else but a musty, moist, dark dungeon.
"Must I repeat myself once more? Who wants to see Lord Sukuna first?" The dull tone of their voice almost made you flinch. As if they were a robot, yet very much alive. Flesh, hair. Alive. Yet you couldn't seem to find anything other than the looks of them that seemed alive. Not this damn dungeon, not their eyes, not their tone. It was all dead. Your heart pounded in your ears, a long ringing underlying the pounding. A hand jolted to your ear, Mao's. She was leaned over, wiping the gooey blood spilling from your ear.
"YN is injured.. please get her some medical help, Stranger?.." Mao spoke in a jittery voice. Her wet gaze flickered to the person with a white and red bob. "I do not need to tell you my name or give that woman help. You will not last long anyway." The words were like a dulled knife, a promise of inescapable fate. Uraume unfolded their arms and stepped closer. Grabbing Mao by her arm. "You few are making Lord Sukuna wait much too long. I pick you." Mao immediately squealed, her feet dug into the stone floors. Water began to drip down her cheeks as her eyes produced streams.
"Wait!"
A simple yell from a panicked Seiho made Uraume pause her dragging activities. Her head turned slowly to look at Seiho. "Pardon?" She hummed, but she still looked dead inside, just intrigued by why a human girl was yelling 'Wait' as she dragged her friend away. "Take me, please. Leave those two alone." Seiho muttered just loud enough. Yet you sat there frozen. Pathetic. How deserving you were of a friend who would risk her life for you and more while you sat on your ass accepting the death of anyone close to you.
"Very well." Uraume had no reason to argue, the three would die eventually. It just made it easier for them if one sacrificed themselves to try and be a hero for somebody who wouldn't do it back. How amusing. Uraume held their hand out for the girl, bent down slightly. Seiho took Uraume's hand. Standing up as Uraume was pulling her to her feet anyway. Almost making her trip. Your eyes felt warm and glassy. A tear slipped down as Mao shuffled to your side. You two watched as Seiho walked proudly behind Uraume to this said "Lord Sukuna".
Mao sat curled to your side, glued to your hip. Your arm wrapped slowly around her as if you couldn't believe what just happened. How could Seiho choose to go first? She should've let Mao get dragged away. Without Seiho, you guys were just two crying children, sitting in a dungeon where whispers died and shadows of people who no longer existed lived. Cold air flickered the nape of your neck, following the darkened room's cracks. You shouldn't think that way. You know you shouldn't. It was the paranoia, the panic. But true. Seiho was the person who'd confront a killer to protect her friends. A hero to the core.
Water dripped from the barred window followed by leaves, almost falling time with Mao's ragged breaths and cries. Your head snapped to look at her. You almost spoke up right there and then, to tell her to shut up for fucks sake and let you think. Seeing her watery panic panic-filled eyes made you shut down the idea instantly. That's right. She's human, just like you. She was flesh, blood, a beating heart. Not just a whining wolf. No. She was the only warm flesh to stay with currently.
Mentally begging. Begging for Seiho to come back, to continue being the brave female knight figure. To protect you two from whatever was to come. To be the unbreakable wall she always was. Condensation from the cold autumn air kept you and Mao freezing. Fingertips frozen, silent except for the shivering emitted from you two. Chirping heard from outside the window, birds. You could feel every swallow going down your throat. Parched. You haven't drank anything for the past day or so.
You sniffled as frost nipped at your every bony limb. It had just been twenty minutes since Seiho sacrificed herself to go first. Why couldn't you guys have gone together? What if she escaped during that time? Would she have left you two? Maybe. Her fight or flight would've kicked in and she would've forgotten you two even existed. Maybe she'd get help. Not like you knew where you even were. Your tongue ran along your dry lips, but not even your tongue was wettened. It was cold and dry just like your entire being. The air is thick with condensation.
You thought for a moment. Mao silently stared ahead at the bars of the dungeon. Had that stranger locked the barred door? "Hey.. give me a second, Mao." Her eyes ran up to look at you, raising a brow in confusion. "Um? Okay.." She shifted to the side so you could stand up. Feet pressed into the stone as you stood up, dragging your heavy limbs to the door. Your hand slipped through the bars to grab the handle on the other side, you couldn't help the gasp you let out as a click was heard. The door pushed open.
You looked back so fast you heard your neck pop. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and hope filled your eyes. That hope mirrored in Mao's eyes as she stumbled to her feet. "We can get out!" Mao whispered excitedly. "What about Seiho?.." you muttered. Mao gave you a confused look as if it didn't matter. Let her die. You could practically hear her thoughts. "Us first. She chose to go with that scary person.. if we see her we can grab her and slip out of this place, no?" It made sense, logically. Emotionally, you don't know if you could leave without Seiho.
Feet tapped against the ground as quietly as you could make them as you and Mao made your way to where Seiho and Uraume had left from. Your cold fingertips pressed against the metal door, hoping it wasn't locked. Thankfully, you could push it open so you did. Slipping out of that moist prison that smelled of rot. Mao almost tripped over you until she caught herself. Giggling under her breath as adrenaline and paranoia course through your veins.
Each step felt like walking on a tight rope, unsure if you'd fall. A rumble ran through the large castle you seemed to be in. Your eyes flickered to the statues. Monsters captured in marble art. You felt the liminal breeze drifting through the air, a promise of freedom if you followed the airflow of an old passage engraved into space. Daring eyes watched the space around you, Mao followed closely behind, her feet tapped against the floor of the castle louder than they should. Each look you gave her was a warning, walk quietly. She would nod but yet her feet never got quieter.
You passed through an open space, clinging behind the pots of soil and rotted plants that drooped like droplets on a window. Never able to go up, just down to an empty pit. You heard the loud words of a man. You snuck a glance past the pot to see Seiho. Seiho is kneeling before a monstrous-looking man. Two faces, red eyes that shot through anyone who dared to speak up against his intimidating aura. A mouth on his stomach, the tongue slipped out and drooled like a dog waiting for its meal. Bright pink hair and four muscular arms. His robes draped over himself as he sat on a throne that took up half the space.
That must be the 'Lord Sukuna' in all his glory.
You couldn't save Seiho. Not with the spacing, not with that man. He had such a domineering presence that you almost failed to see that person with those dangerous magenta eyes. Unique. They were small compared to the king in his own castle. In here you weren't just prisoners, you three are prey. Seiho decided to give herself up so you two could live, so make it worth it.
You slipped past the open space, using Seiho as a distraction just like she would have wanted. Ducking behind plant pots and statues when necessary. Eyes watched every movement you made, the predator of this castle. The dominating aura of the beast in the throne room. This wasn't a child's hide-and-seek game, it was life and death. You were in the latter unbeknownst to you. One wrong step, your white Converseβwhich were covered in a dry red from the corpse you had stepped on just the other day in the forestβcroaked as it slid. You froze, pupils dilating as you stared at Mao beside you. Your bodies hidden by the statue.
A hand wrapped your wrist, Mao. She took the initiative this time. Her nails dug into your skin as she ran to the exit of this throne room, slipping out before you thought anyone could register. Your eyes were stuck in a widened shape as you stared at her, blinking in surprise. Is she crying? "Why are you just standing there! Let's go!-" her words louder than they should've been, rapid in an almost squealy tone. Your hand rushed to cover her mouth which partially muffled it.
"Too loud." You whispered, brows raised which made her quickly nod. You both began to make your way to where the breeze was invading the castle from. Anything. An open window is clement at a time like this. Feet scampering to where you could find an opening, leaving Seiho behind.
"There!"
You turned your head to find where Mao was pointing. An open balcony, freedom. The breeze got colder, closer. She pulled you to the balcony, stepping through the door. She tried to close it but you immediately stopped her, shaking your head no. "If we close it, they will know somebody is out here." She hummed. You got to the edge, the marble pistons ledge in your way as you glanced over the edge. "We have to jump." Mao immediately gained a panicked expression. "What? Are you insane?" The words degraded you but you wouldn't take that right now. "Are you stupid? If we stay here we are dead meat anyway, if we jump, we could at least have a chance at surviving."
Mao sighed. A tear slipped down from her cheek. You took her hand and helped her over the marble ledge. Her legs lifted as she crawled over the obstacle, hanging off the edge. She immediately started crying. "I-I can't do this YN!" Mao practically whimpered out. Of course, you immediately attempted to ameliorate the situation before Mao got too loud like Seiho would. "Deep breaths, Mao, you can do this. You know you can." Your hand came up to rest on her shoulder, rubbing gently.
She sniffled and somehow got her head to bob a nod. You smiled warmly, however, Mao was obstinate. As soon as she got to the edge, she shook her head no. "I can't! I can't! Please-" but then you pushed her. You had to. She ended up landing in a bush with a loud 'Ow'. But she's not dead, so that's a sign its safer than not. "You okay?" You spoke down over the ledge.
"I-Im fine you ass!" You leaned down to hear her better, but then a female's scream came from inside the castle. You had never heard Seiho scream but if you had to guess that was Seiho losing her life as a noble sacrifice. The scream caused you to jump off the ledge and land directly on top of Mao. You quickly covered her mouth as you heard the snap of her foot fracturing. She let out a hissed scream and sob into your palm. "I'm sorry im sorry shit, ill carry you-"
A snap of a twigβalmost as terrifying as the sound of Mao's fractureβsomewhere near the bush you two were in cut your sentence short. You stood up, pulling up Mao. She shrieked at the noise as you bent over. She got on your back. Huffing under your breath as you stood up, unbending your knees. You started to run. The autumn breeze was usually cold, but it felt like it was freezing as your feet pressed into the crunchy leaves. Each crunch felt like a gun being shot into the air warning the hunters of their prey.
You flinched at every step you made but you couldn't stop running. You need to find medical attention for Mao and hopefully alert the authorities to Seiho's dangerous situation if not her corpse. "Shit shit shit." You mumbled under your breath, the waste oxygen left your mouth in frozen puffs. Hands shifting to keep Mao supported on your back. Your chest heaved as you tried to keep a stable pace with a whole other person on your back. Shifting through trees as the sun began to set. Where the fuck is a city?! Your thoughts swarmed in fear and desperation.
And yet another crunch that didn't belong to your feet and certainly not Mao's lifted ones. You sped up, but it felt like you were trying to outrun your fated death. Your head started to feel hazy, you had to use the bathroom, and your body was heavy from carrying Mao and yourself. Weaving through trees because running straight would put you two at the risk of being shot, even if running like this was draining you. You couldn't even switch positions with Mao, you practically broke her fucking foot.
Shoes torn, your body began to shut down. Eyes watering as the cold breeze hits them. You lost sight of anything but darkness and trees. The steps behind you stopped long ago. Silence filled the air. You slowly slipped into a cave of sorts. Mao's body shaking on your back. Snot running from your nose that you have been unable to wipe. Shivers racking both bodies. You dropped to your knees. Wincing in pain from the weight your knees had to carry. Mao hit the floor on her behind with a thump. The large opening to the cave sharp, icicles formed along it.
Your stomach let you know just how drained you were of energy. You had ran off all the adrenaline. Taking the space beside Mao, you took the side of her head into your palm and gently tucked her head into you. Jeans frozen to your skin. "I don't think we are going to survive." You whispered. Resting your chin atop Mao's head. "Thank you Yn.." Mao hiccuped. Her hands clenching your shirt as you both tried to warm yourselves with eachothers bodies. Your fingers drummed along her back. The stone beneath you two freezing, but it was better than the fear of the outside.
"For what?" Humming to Mao. She had nothing to thank you for. You snapped her foot as it broke your fall, you let Seiho get taken by the weird fucking white haired person. What was there to thank? Your breath came out white and cold, barely seen by the moons light shining into the cave. "For carrying me.. you could've left m-me." her soft voice cut through your thoughts. You scoffed to yourself, but choosing to reply; "I had no choice, you would've been taken."
Mao giggled, but it was to release the nerves, the stress of today. "W-We almost died.." You couldn't help a chuckle at that. Staring at your free hand, like there was blood on it of the people you left. Seiho was left, and only you know Ryoko was gone. "Should I have told Seiho?" You whispered to Mao. That caused her to perk up partially. "Told her what?" She glanced up partially to see your face. Biting your bottom lip as if you wanted to bleed. "That Ryoko is gone. He's dead." Your eyes found hers, watching the fear fill hers. Maybe she hadn't seen through you like you had thought.
"He is?" The night sky would be breathtaking if it wasn't for the grim moment. "I thought that maybe you would have seen it. Not the body, but my hesitance when she asked.." You ran a hand through her hair absent-mindedly. Twirling a strand around your finger. "No.. n-no I didn't." You hummed in response to her words. "-and.. y-you should've told her.." which you took into consideration. Nodding slowly, hand pausing in her hair. "It was disgusting. I didn't see how.. but where the corpse of the deer was.. it was just a lump of his body and blood and his head-.." You rambled off. Mao gagged. "S-Stop stop! I dont wanna know!" You stopped at that.
"Sorry." You let out a shaky sigh. Mao began to shift, trying to use her legs to push her closer to you when she let out a pained gasp. You quickly stopped her. "Which foot is it? Actually doesnt matter.. um.." you slowly stood up. Touching around the dark cave before your fingers found a lump. Grabbing it, you held it with both hands, trembling at its weight. It hard, you couldn't place the texture to anything. You slowly found your way back to Mao, steps lightened as if one wrong step would alert your followers. "Lift your leg that hurts.."
You bent down. Fingers touching her legs to see which one would rise. When she lifted said leg, you slipped the hard large item beneath it. Elevating her leg. "Thank you, again.." She smiled wobbly, not like you could see it much. Your eyes found the opening of the cave. A stare glaring into you, but you couldn't see anybody. "I might be paranoid.. It feels like we are still being watched." You slumped down beside her again and held her body to yours. That uncomfortable feeling of hunger tickled its way up your throat. It was like a sudden urge to flee from the cave you perceived as safety.
Your head slowly shifted to look at Mao, noticing her unusual silence. Your hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb running along her face. Feeling the dips of her eye sockets. Feeling her lashes closed, eyelids shut. Withdrawing your fingers from her face, you quietly scoffed to yourself. Silence filled your mind, until that dreading ringing in your ears came back. Something wet ran down beside your lips, dripping from your nose. You placed your palm to the quieted pain behind your head. Feeling the dried blood, the hardness of your skull beneath the frayed muscles. Pressing into it, to stop the ringing of your ears, causing blood to spill onto your fingers once more, relieving the pressure.
Shifting your wrist before pulling it forward infront of your face. Using a finger lacking head-blood, you touched the wetness spilling from your nostril. The crimson warm liquid, quickly cooling staining another finger. You were going to die out here, and Mao would follow soon after. Using your wrist to wipe at your skin, smearing the blood. You wrapped your hands around Mao and stared off into the night from the cave opening. Stars twinkling like it was mocking the situation at hand. Hairs standing on ends, was this all a sick game?
Finally sleep found you, or maybe you were passing out from how much blood you had lost during the run.
Feet padded against the ground, running for help. Your feet. Blood leaking behind you before you stumbled. Falling face first into a pile. The darkness surrounding you. The trees dead around you. Scrambling to place your hands into the snow, to lift yourself up. Warm watery snow beneath your hands. Pushing yourself upward, eyes staring at the pile beneath you. Blood leaking from the neck, still partially attached to the head of Ryoko. The metallic scent hitting your nose. Blood liquidized from the melted snow covered your hands. Lips parting to scream but not a sound was produced, the pounding of your chest filled your ears. Eyes wide, staring at the body. You shifted backwards, the dirt and wet snow leaving your body cold. The blood seeped like a monster crawling towards you, the snow being painted crimson.
"Wake up!" The words distorted.
But a light filled the sky, and your eyes snapped open, Mao above you, holding one hand to the wound on the back of your head. "You're bleeding! Youre still b-bleeding Yn!" Mao sobbed out as your blood covered her soft hand. Shaking as she held you tight. You sighed and slowly sat yourself up, using your core strength. "It's okay, its the least of my worries Mao. We need to get out of this forest." You hummed. Eyes shifting to the icicles on the cave opening. "Can you get me one of the sharper icicles, please?" And Mao quickly nodded, moving quicker than her mind, she took the visibly sharpest icicle dangling from the stone.
Her hand found yours, taking yours to open it before she placed the hardened water into your palm. Your fingers curled around the thicker part before you stabbed it into the baggy part of your bell bottom jeans. Ripping the fabric off before using it as a makeshift bandage. Assuming a one leg kneel, you looked back at Mao;
"You ready to go?" You hummed, and to your surprise, Mao nodded. She seemed almost determined to escape and which she could help you. "We got this!"
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Sometimes, when I read stories I get a bit frustrated when authors try to turn Evil characters into morally grey characters. Like they need to be redeemable. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a redeemable Shadow Daddy - but not all Shadow Daddies should be redeemable.
That being said, I found a GLORIOUS dead dove -do not eat!
I absolutely love how they truly made him cannibalistic, depraved, manipulative, and just so π fucking terrifying! It was like Hannibal Lector had nothing on him.
Be sure to check the tags for your own comfort but I was not disappointed!
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