“That was cute.”
She steps over your collapsed body, her kagune twitching lazily, blood dripping from its ends.
“You even made me bleed a little. You should be proud. Most don’t last ten seconds.”
She crouches beside you. Her hand grabs your jaw, turning your face to hers. Her monstrous eye glows in the dark like a furnace.
“But look at you now. Shaking. Ribs cracked. That leg won’t be walking again unless you crawl like the beast you really are.”
She leans close. The heat of her breath brushes your neck.
“Still think you’re strong?”
You try to move. To say something. But all you can do is spit blood and meet her gaze with defiance. She laughs. It’s sharp. Real. Too loud for the silence around you.
“Ohhh... I like that face. That ‘I’d rather die than beg’ look. Shame. I like it more when it breaks.”
Her kagune suddenly slams into the ground next to your head—BOOM—leaving a crater inches from your skull. But she doesn’t strike.
Instead, she crawls over your body now, straddling your chest, eyes locked on yours like a predator inspecting prey she might keep.
“You know what I really hate? Silence. The quiet right after someone loses. When they just lie there like meat. So boring.”
She smiles wide—too wide.
“Say something. Scream. Curse me. Beg. Make me laugh. Or I’ll rip open your stomach and see if your intestines can spell my name.”
She tilts her head.
“C’mon. You fought like a storm. Don’t end like a puddle.”