"I think you'll want to hear the screams from this room, am I right Little Dove" Hela grins wide
"Yes, I want to hear her scream" your face contorted into something sinister, the words almost growled out of you.
Hela's eyes glint at seeing you morph into a delicious evil.
With a touch of your ear, the sounds from within the room boom out. Your twisted smile stretched right across your face as you listen to Grayah's pained whimpers.
Her raggedy body faced the wall, curled up in a ball within the corner of the room. Her demeanour broken and utterly afraid.
You observe her restraints, a smug chuckle escaped you when you realise she's bound by the same chains she forced you to wear.
"Nice touch Hela" you praise, not taking your eyes off Grayah's form.
"I thought you'd appreciate the irony Dove" Hela says, pleased you like her surprise.
"She has the same collar around her neck, she has the chains, now all she needs is a sword through her jaw, while forcefully fed shit, like she did with Fenrir!" you snap angrily
Suddenly a black shadow demon appears, gripping a screeching Grayah by the throat, sliding her up the wall. With one quick action he impaled a small dagger under her jaw, forcing her mouth to remain open.
You watch in surprise as what you just said unfolded right in front of you. Her throaty screams only muffled when the demon begins to push handfuls upon handfuls of excrement into her mouth.
He stopped only when her body went limp, allowing her to drop from a height. Her body crashing down onto the floor.
"She's dead?" you ask stunned, and slightly disappointed. You see Grayah no longer breathing, having choked on the piles of forced shit rammed down her throat.
Hela chuckles, moving herself to your side, both of you staring down at the lifeless body of Grayah.
Hela looks at your confused expression "Don't worry Dove, just keep watching, I promise you won't be disappointed"
Suddenly you see Grayah cough and splutter, the excrement no longer in her mouth. She gasps for a breath, coming alive once more, instinctively trying to make herself as small as possible.
Her body curled up into a fetal position, desperately trying to hide herself from the demon that torments her.
Hela encourages you to approach Grayah, she stands back and leans against the wall, watching you full of pride as you take the lead.
You walk towards Grayah's cowering body, passing her assigned demon. You look at him, seeing he has no features, his form just a black shadow.
"She doesn't see a black form Dove, demons are shapeshifters. Changing themself to whatever scares the dead the most. You and I see just a shadow form, but what Grayah see's terrifies her. That's why she cowers not wanting to look up"
You tower over Grayah's broken form, smirking as you kick her feet to get her attention. But Grayah doesn't move, reluctant to look at what touches her.
You kneel down, pushing your face towards hers as she continued staring at the white wall.
"Grayah" you whisper.
Hela watches in surprised glee, loving your boldness.
"Grayahhhhh" you sing her name, purposely sounding creepy.
Grayah slowly turned, recognising your voice, her eyes growing wide at seeing you.
"Mina!" she yells your name, wrapping her hands around your shoulders in a tight embrace.
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𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖
Fanfiction𝟏𝟖 *𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭*𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧*𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲*𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫*𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 *Complete, but in its original first draft state! Totally full of grammatical errors and in need of editing* forgive me, it was my first fanfic! My latest works are much improved! W...