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Hey, daddy
Come over here, yeah
Got something for you
Dicknail!
There was a certain arrangement between Mori and Yosano, one that benefitted both of them. Mori got to see and interact with her after years of not being in her presence, unlike in her childhood where he constantly surrounded her like a spider toying with its meal before devouring it whole. But her side of the agreement that she was allowed to torture him whichever way she found best. It gave her the great pleasure of tearing him apart, only for her to piece him back together just to rip him away again.
Perhaps there was something sick about her mindset, but the root cause of her eternal suffocation, the feeling of hot sick rage that threatens to consume her whole, is all because of Mori. He molded her into a necromancer, it was funny how fate turned out. He glanced up at her, unable to fight back a grin, despite the fear mixing in with the love and lust in his eyes.
Ah. Oh how he missed his Yosano.
She liked it
You know she liked it
Well, she was asking for it
Dicknail
The little girl whined and struggled under Mori's weight, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop it! Seriously! I'll kill you!" Yosano whimpered like a puppy as he attacked her neck with kisses, tickling her sides. The contact of white latex fingers touching her made her skin boil in disgust. "I don't want you touching me." She poured, and ah, he felt like he was in heaven. Who was this little girl? An angel flown down to him to grace him with glares and pouty lips, tiny hands gripping her hips?
She was truly a delight.
An eery grin spread across his lips as he went lower, his fingers brushing up over her skirt. She gasped, and tried kicking him away. "You're not supposed to touch there, pervert! God, you're such a sicko." She huffed, desperate to get away from his hands. He laughed at her, lifting up the fabric and pressing a kiss at the butterfly bow on her panties. Yosano looks at him in horror, still struggling.
He cups her cheek and smiles like a dork. "You were asking for it, darling."
—and really, as she stares up at the ceiling. Paralyzed by fear, as stiff as a doll, allowing Mori to do whatever he wants with her. Fingers dip in like needles poking at her skin, tongue entering her like knives being forced in and dragging along her insides with such perfect precision. The sensation makes her stomach twist, full of confusion like butterflies clouding her vision. She cries and feels bile rising in her throat.
The moment is over before she knows it, but it's not like it matters, because she's trapped in it like a shadowbox.
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"There you are," she grins as wide as the Cheshire cat, looking down at the man strapped to her table. He gives her an adoring look, eyes full of admiration that makes her glance away, not bearing to meet the truth of their arrangement. "Haven't had enough of me, huh?" Yosano teased, attempting to cover the bittersweet churning in her stomach with humor, because she would've actually split him in half if she thought about it for too long.
"You know I can't move on." He breathes. "I've spent forever chasing after you since you left me." Mori says, and it makes her skin shiver as if centipedes ran across it, crawling all over her and threatening to take her down with them. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to bite down and make herself bleed. No, no- this was about Mori bleeding. "Oh yeah?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Maybe you should, old man. I'm not 12 anymore."
"I know," he says, watching her focus shift to the stainless steel table. The older man couldn't help but get excited, seeing her shuffle between various tools that would rip him apart this time. Yosano turns back, holding the selected tool behind her back. "Don't tease me, doll." Mori pants.
A smirk splits her lips as she reveals a nail.
I said, I said, "Stop"
I did what you said
I did what you want
I was a good girl
I was a good girl
I was a good girl
I said, I said
I said, I said, "No, aw!"
What's the point of forgetting when the same thing kept repeating over and over again? The soldiers would keep getting harmed, would keep getting forced back into battle, but the damage to their minds was already done. Mori kept grabbing at her, threatening to crush her paperweight body. These two shared one thing in common — it would keep happening as long as she was there.
Hey, daddy
One thing's for certain, baby
You have my guarantee
You won't forget me
Mori's eyes widened. "Ah." He says dryly, trying to cover his surprise. "Don't you ever question where you got your taste from?" He asks, making her blood boil. How dare he—
Yosano laughs. "You've never changed, even after all these years." She said, unbuckling his pants and tugging his pants down, revealing his hard cock with precum smeared on the tip. The sight ignited a rage she couldn't describe, only knowing fuck fuck tear him the fuck apart from limb to limb. "So sensitive. It's like I'm a little girl again."
And he smiled. The damn bastard smiled. "You've always been beautiful." He says, seeing as she inches the nail closer to his cock. Mori gulps, realizing what she's about to do. Ah... he deserves it. "Even when you're about to rip me apart..."
I said, I said, "Stop"
I did what you said
And I did what you want
I was a good girl
I was a good girl
I was a good girl
I said, I said
I said, I said, "No, aw!"
She begged. She pleaded, and he wouldn't stop. As his fingers dug in, making her legs tremble and shake as if a spear had entered her. She screamed, but nobody would save her.
And as his tongue explored her, she couldn't help but fantasize about what it'd be like if he was on the other end; receiving no mercy from her.
Do you remember
Christmas morning?
You know it's real because
Well, here comes Santa Claus
The younger woman doesn't respond, eyes gleaming over with something that makes Mori want to drop to his knees, beg for her forgiveness as much as he wants to be sliced in half by her. His eyes fixed on the nail, tensing up as the cold steel brushes against his skin, and screaming out when she thrusts it into his dickhole. The sound shakes her to her core, stomach aching for flesh and tears. Oh, he's driving her crazy.
"Don't you remember?" She asks suddenly. "When you made me bleed like this?"
Ah. Mori whines like a kicked dog, urethra stretched around the nail. "Yes..."
Yes, she liked it
You know she liked it
On your claw, I'm on your fat claw
I'm on your fat claw
Claw, claw, whoa, whoa
There's something addictive about seeing her abuser like this — the man who destroyed her life, his dickhole torn in half and bleeding on the nail she jammed into him. He squirms, his body's natural response to it, but there's a lust filled joy glimmering in his violet eyes. Violet. Bruise violet. Bruises on her thighs from being squeezed.
"Look at you," she grins, slowly thrusting the nail in and out of his urethra, forcing moans from his lips. "You've never been prettier." It's what freaks like him deserve. It's what he should be subject to for the rest of his life. Mori groans and whines, shackled done — useless to resist the young lady who he molded and shaped into a monster. He stumbled across her when she was just in a cocoon, cradled her in practiced fingers and tore her open with a lecherous mouth, until metamorphosis saved her. At first, she was broken.
Secondly, she will always be a broken girl.
"I can't believe I used to be scared of you." She scoffs, seeming offended that he's not as bad as she remembers, but in the shards of her mind reflect a man grabbing her and forcing her to use her ability, forcing her legs around him. Mori's always enjoyed her feistyness. "When you're really just a pathetic pervert, and you know that. You're a degenerate who can't move on, forever doomed to lust after the one who got away." She mocks, seeing how his breathing becomes ragged, screaming when she jams the nail deeper in.
Mori gives her a look of knowing, causing her to feel smaller than she already does. "I can't help it," he pants, unable to fight back his arousal. Sure, it was painful, blood dripping down from ripped flesh. "You're just so beautiful... You were just full of so much rage, all directed at me and the circumstances you were in. I loved it." He destroys everything he loves, and as she pulled back, his urethra dripped with blood. Yosano smirked at the sight, proud of her work.
Before he can say something else, she sticks the nail back in, earning a louder scream from his lips, driven at excitement from the fact he'll relive this moment over and over again.