In spite of the current situation, having Rosaria's buxom form pressed up against her back was doing
little for her ability to think clearly. It owed, of course, in far greater part to the blood loss, and the cold
metal mere inches away from her windpipe temporarily dispelled all other thoughts from her
mind.
She at last realized her intentions. Edian kept her head lowered, unwilling (and surely unworthy of making) eye contact with the woman.
The guilt was immeasurable. Her own regrets would not bring back him. Lazark, who was loved by all.
She was blindfolded, for a second time, something warm and musty pressed up against her face,
suffocating, nearly completely depriving her entirely of much-needed oxygen.
/nearly completely depriving her of much-needed
The slut was now fingering herself on her orders/, as had been required of her
Rosaria moaned and shuddered, her hips and back arched and she found herself plunging/arching her back and shortly afterwards, thereafter plunging the knife into the
woman's forearm. E gritted her teeth/Rosaria watched with delight as Edian's breathing immediately grew shallow and labored, lips slightly parted but no exclamation of pain issued forth.
Edian swallowed back bile mixed with blood. Her stomach clenched tightly from hunger and her vision blurred intermittently.
Rosaria took the moment/opportunity to admire her handiwork and at last pulled back, her lips still
pressed into a thin line, nearly moaning once more as a deliriously wonderful thought/idea occurred to
her.
In a single swipe, she split/shredded the garment that already-hung loosely from Edian's semi-emaciated
frame. She moaned again…her body was like a drug to her. She nudged the various attributes and ample
endowment with the handle of the knife. Turning it over in her hand once more, she took it upon herself to desecrate the noble's other attributes with the honed metallic edge, the simple sight of which already had her so delirious with ecstasy-no, the very epitome of ecstasy itself!
Rosaria waited several minutes for her breathing to even out, trembling briefly from the indescribable intensity in the aftermath. It had been far better than any she had had previously.
She gripped both/either wrist and twisted it behind the woman's back, kneeing her face into the wall
until her forehead bruised. Edian, predictably, offered no resistance, wracked with guilt as she was.
By the end of the night, Edian was sporting a beautifully disjointed pair of arms, vaguely/nearly resembling a bowtie owing to the compound fracture in either appendage. Rosaria sat back in the chair, steepling her fingers. Edian, at this stage, ran the risk of
hyperventilating/death from axphyxiation, if nothing else. Rosaria reflected that Edian's continued existence
would be enjoyable, but if she did end up succumbing to her injuries in such a rapid fashion, then she supposed she was done
with her plaything in any case.
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Even the slightest movement was pure agony for the creature she was now regarding through a half-lidded gaze, having seen herself to an Earth-shattering climax only moments before.
392 which was displayed with such compliance before her, on her request, without even a hint of
shame,wanton compliance/in every way in the manner of a broken doll. She briefly reflected that she
had done a magnificent job of breaking her—oh the ecstasy to end all ecstasies!
Rosaria ran cool fingertips over her taut abdomen and torso, chuckling at the sudden intake of air/her
sudden need to .
Rosaria did not accept anything less than perfection in *any* endeavor, including the one in front of her.