
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @uprootedgarden six Days. you Haven't Slept In Six Days. you Haven't Done Anything But Fight For Six Days. you Were Told To Take This Place, Completely Clear Everything, All The Ships, All The Cities, All The People. you Were Behind Schedule, They Fought Back Harder Than You Expected, These Past Few Days All Blend Together. You'd Make A Big Dent In Their Line, Kill Whatever Moved Whatever Breathed Use Whatever Flesh Their Was To Sustain Yourself Keep Your Energy High. you'd Finally Get Surrounded, And Whether It Be Through Bullets, Explosives, Shrapnel, You Would Die. and Be Back Within The Hour. you Were A Monster. a Beast. a Mutt. but Her Ship Finally Entered The Atmosphere, Your Boss, The Strongest, The Person Who Owns You. you Cease Your Violence Your Flashes Of Murder, Your Overwhelming Presence. she Wants You Back now. so You Teleport Out, And The Memory Starts To Settle More Consistently Something More Clear. As Tall As You Are You're Nothing Compared To Her. You Kneel Down, Both Knees Ears On Your Head Flattening. Her Heiress Stands Besides Her. something Feels Off. though You Can't Exactly Focus On That, As She Strikes You Cold And Hard Metal Against Your Face Not Cutting In More Just Blunt. you Deserved It, You Weren't Efficient Enough. You Failed What You Were Supposed To Do And The Punishment Was Necessary. she Doesn't Need To Speak, To Tell You What You Did Wrong You Hear That Echo Through Your Head As You Always Do. you Feel It Again, That Strange Feeling...you Want To Bite Something, You Need To Protect You Need To Keep Her Safe ... Why Are You Feeling This? doesn't Take You Long... you See The Flash Of That Red Spear It Glints In Your Eyes And You Instinctively Disappear In A Flash Of Green. it's A Blur But She Is Moved Out Of The Way, You Shoved Hard, Claws Breaking Her Skin. she's Safe Now Too you Feel Three Prongs Pierce, One Straight Through Your Vocal Chords Sawing Through Them , Your Right Lung Punctured And Your Kidneys The Blood Pours Out Your Robes Stained Red Looking Down. the Three Prongs Straight Through You. you Struggle, You Move To Try And Slash Her, But She Adjusts As You Feel The Fork Slice. you Can't Feel Your Legs but You See Them Right In Front Of You your Falling but Your Legs Are Still Standing There the Shock Lasts For A Moment and Then You Die you Know What Happens Next. #gore #cw-death #violence #cw-abuse good Dogs Do What Their Told, Bad Ones Get What They Deserve. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β

