she/her
twenty-five
July 17
Driftveil City
Closeted Lesbian
Scientist
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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soyeon kwan
bleed you dry [c]
POSTED ON Feb 25, 2024 2:42:50 GMT
Her body shook the hardest she had ever felt. Soyeon was given the clarification she needed by Gavin's nod and the muffled screams of her soon to be victim.
Was she really going to do this? Kill somebody so without regard or honor? Her hands went to her pokeball slowly and debated on if she could do this. Her stomach felt like it was being pulled inside out and it wouldn't stop. Soyeon swallowed a mouth full of regret and would steel herself for what she was about to do.
She quietly drew out her Charizard without thinking. It was the Pokémon she had grown close with and it represented a lot about her. She couldn't think this through, it was all just instinct and giving into what she thought was best at the moment. She had to really guess which one of her Pokémon would come out. Her Haxorus, Siegfried, would come out and craned his head over to her with a questionable glance. Much like Gavin, he looked annoyed to be here.
"K-Ki-Kill her." Soyeon squeaked out, her voice trembling just as much as she had. "Just make it painless..." The Pokémon said nothing, but she could tell. He was stunned by the order, coming from his mousey and pathetic owner who got nervous just be staring at her for more than four seconds. The howling and screaming of the terrified woman continued while he performed the deed, aiming at her chest with a fearsome attack
His cleaver head pierced her midsection as she flinched at the bloodied gurgle leaving the woman's lips. He had cut deep, most likely to the stomach, but still, he continued to scream and howl. Soyeon's ears began to ring, her mind beginning to panic. Gavin seemed annoyed at her failing to do this task and she grew worried.
"Siegfried!"
He did it again, his bladed side slowly going against her wishes and puncturing her chest again. Another pained, glorified howl of pain from the coworker. He was refusing to do it, outright killing this woman. In any other context, Soyeon would have lavished him with praise and told him that he was a good boy, but under the threat of death, she was waning. The screams, the thoughts in her head, the horrors of what Gavin had introduced her to. She wanted none of it, to go back thirty minutes ago where the worst thing that had happened to her was spilling her coffee on the floor after turning a page.
Soyeon clutched her ears for dear life, closing her eyes as tight as they could go. She had to block all of this out, to get rid of all of this stimuli. Yet the screams only continued to grow louder and louder. Siegfried looked at her again. He had swung his final time. She wanted to will him to do it though she knew he would refuse. The woman panicked, not knowing what to do. SHe couldn't die here, not now. She had to see her family again, to apologize and hear that soothing voice again.
And so it fell on her.
"S-Shut up! Just shut up!" Soyeon yelled, clutching her hands around the woman's warm neck and tightening. Her arms tensed enough that she felt ready to snap, gripping her warm, choking throat with all of her might. She was sobbing hysterically, tears dripping onto the floor while the woman struggled to capture air into her throat. Hands fell onto her, desperate to push her off while Soyeon continued to squeeze. "Ah-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry..." Her voice was faint and pained, spoken through a pained chest of emotion and regret for what she was participating in.
The woman's defiance began to falter, her pulse starting to slow while she continued to apply pressure. Never once able to get Soyeon's hands off of her. She sniffled, continuing to strange her until after what felt like years of watching, she would fall limp. The echoing of her heartbeat fading away was something that Soyeon would never fully recover from. Once it was certain her life was gone, everything broke in her.
Soyeon fell to the floor a crying mess. She struggled to catch her own breath at what she had done. The most sinful act a person could possibly do to another person was not so easily washed off. She felt every meaning of the word "ill", in every single lexicon known to man. Her head was pounding, her stomach spinning as fast as a whirlwind, and these damned screams wouldn't get out of her ears, no matter how much she tried to focus on the voices of the others.
Cillian Quinn
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