tw: angst, gore fawning!konig, gn!reader, mutated!reader
a slick laugh, a wet one- from the blood or tears you do not know.
CRACK.
another rib gone as konig stares down at you, watching as the doctor takes apart your body as you breath. his eyes trail your intestines, watch your heart beat with a faint rythm. blood pools around your naked body as your lovers eyes flutter with disgust and guilt.
CRACK.
another one gone as he reaches his hand towards you, only to be shooed away by the doctor who had promised him so much in return for your mutated body. deer mutations arent that easy to find anymore, and venison is high in demand.
CRACK.
black slurs into your vision, fresh metalic tastes flood your mouth, eyes rolling back painfully.
you silly little thing.
he was never going to save you.
for what can a fawn do?
