Je suis une enfant du monde

Absinth was vaguely aware of the show she was putting on for her accomplice and their other captive. She was much too invested in her work to fully acknowledge it. Her jaws snapped the limbs easily, blood dripping in a steady rhythm from where her teeth pierced, exposed broken bone peeking out for all to see. When she was done permanently immobilizing the poor thing, she turned her head to look at Auriga with a grin. It would seem she had a young boy coyote, and what a little bitch he was.

Absinth did not speak as Auriga began the true torment of the boy’s mind. It was so strangely reminiscent of the manner in which her father evoked terror in others for the sheer pleasure of it. She grinned as the other woman left the boy in a fear stricken state, moving off to eviscerate a fallen coyote. A rumbling growl of appreciation for the woman’s cruelty left her inky lips. This boy wasn't leaving here alive even if he put on a fucking talent show. “You stop being amusing, you die.” She purred in clarification, approaching the boy and circling him closely, close enough that he could smell the blood on her breath when she spoke. “Come on boy, piss yourself, something! That’ll be funnier than this fucking trembling you’ve got going on.” The words were hissed, her fangs on full display as she berated him. Then, her new friend had a fun new idea! Hunger sure did make you act funny, didn’t it? The maniacal nature of the other woman was infectious. Just as it had been with her father. Absinth was drawn into the chaotic mood exuding from such a truly fucked up situation. But, really, who cares. The victims sure wouldn’t after they were dead.

Tut tut. The boy made the mistake of speaking instead of doing. She could point out almost every false move the kid was making, starting with not doing as he was told. Zero survival skills. The strike sent him into a stumble into his father, still agonizing on the ground in shock due to the rapid succession of broken bones he’d received. “I think he’s a bit slow-witted. He’s not getting the picture.” Absinth cackled, stepping over her captive to toy with the ragged edge of bone coming out of his thigh. Eyes darting up briefly- she glimpsed the noose Auriga was fashioning. What a wonderfully wicked woman you are!

Would the boy eat? Would he be fucked? Absinth was eager to find out. As his face was plunged into the cavity of guts that used to be another coyote; she waited for the answer. Reaching down to silence her own captive, who had begun to beg and plead, with a snarl, she grabbed his scruff and adjusted him so he could fully witness the entertainment. “Shut up. Look. Watch. The show’s just getting started.”


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