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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:41 pm
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The Spinel Lady sighed.
Faster than a blink, she reached out and wrapped that clawed hand around Eve's throat. She squeezed. That awful anesthetic feeling again, but this time a tingling in Eve's fingers too, a strange glimmer of nothingness and of being cleaned out. Like being at the dentist and letting them vacuum all the suds out.
"You see, girl," said the Spinel Lady, casually, as if she weren't strangling Eve. "I love to hurt humans. No matter what I do to them, I don't feel bad. In fact, I often find that the worse I do, the better it gets, because no matter what I do to you, no matter how much I hurt you or how much blood I shed--" something hot was tracing its way down Eve's shoulder, down her spine "--it will never equal up to the hell you all sent me to when you marked that sheet with your bloody thumbprint."
She laughed, a sound like chilled bells. The Spinel Lady let go. This time, Eve's powers did not flow back. Nothing came back at all. She was empty, a vessel with nothing to contain. The Spinel Lady took a deep breath, and sighed, the sound of a small child contented after a large meal.
"Now," she said. "What did you say?"
cibarium Eve has lost access to all of her powers.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 8:04 pm
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Another thing Eve hated was the dentist. Now their instruments were picking away at and sucking the marrow away from her bones, perforating her body with a thousand pointless needles just because. She shivered and wanted to be sick. She could believe every last word the Spinel Lady was saying, they were being slipped under her skin with practiced ease, and it would only be much later until she remembered how the word girl had rubbed at her like sandpaper.
And now Eve struggled: with her composure, her posture, her sense of reality. "I said I can't tell you," she repeated a few seconds later, with waning confidence. She could survive this, definitely not thrive like this, but -- "I don't see a good reason why I should. Even with your story."
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 8:36 pm
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