She twirled the paring knife lazily, kneeling down to get close to his face.
Azra's breathing became shallow, quickening in anticipation.
She ran her hand lovingly over his chest once more, before grabbing his left hand firmly.
She lay it flat against the stone wall, palm down, and got ready to start her pet boy's special treatment.
She gripped the knife firmly. Positioning it against his right thumb's pad, she created a shallow cut.
He gasped, biting his bottom lip.
She pressed deeper, nearly reaching the bone. Pulling the knife out, she examined it a moment before sticking it in front of his face.
"Lick it off."
"Yes, Momma."
She held the knife just in front of his face, turning the rest of her body to face the table once more.
Finding what she was looking for, she turned back to Azra, who had finished cleaning off the blade.
She dropped it, blade down.
It landed in his left ankle, hilt deep.
"Oops." Miss T deadpanned.
Azra simply groaned, seemingly incapable of speech.
Miss T giggled.
"Now I'll just take these scissors here, and..." She held the bone cutting scissors up to his thumb, fixing them to his second knuckle.
She squeezed, cracking the bone.
He screamed, face to the sky, tears streaming down his face.
"Now, Azra, we said no screaming."
"Sorry, Momma."
A shrieking filled the corridors, stopping Miss T in her tracks.
"Stay here, boy. Momma'll be right back." she said, dusting off her impeccable dress.
She twirled, making off into the dark halls.
Running... always running.
Can't catch your breath.
There's light ahead.
But it's poisoned.
Sick.
You need to get there!
Gasping.
Running
Faster
Red.
The light's turning red.
you can save it if you go faster
faster
faster
can't get there
no
need to
go faster
faster
need to get there
now now now
the light's red
"NO!"
The scream pierced through my fevered dream.
"Momma?"
She's in pain!
Gotta help her!
Now!
These stupid chains are stopping me.
I need to get to her!
Snap snap snap stupid chains!
I need to get to her!
A rush of heat flooded through Azra's back as his vision went fuzzy.
When it cleared, Azra was standing, his hands free of the chains.
He looked at them for a second in bewilderment, then focused, running to the sound of Miss T's screams.
He took twists and turns into halls he had never seen before, running as fast as he could. He passed by room after room, not stopping for anything.
He finally reached her, just as she was brutally slashed across the chest with a purple-bladed quinque.
He growled, standing in front of her body protectively, his left eye become that of a ghoul's, and pitch black kagune shot out of his lower back.
"Azra?"
