It has been 90 days since I updated PI. Time passes by faster than anticipated. However, I have this and another chapter finished. Now for a bit of a spoiler alert, we are reaching the end of the (R) path, which means the end of the story. I have some ideas for a possible continuation, branching it again into two different paths but that depends on the reception of these coming chapters.
Another note is that this might just be the most perfect chapter I've ever written. Not in terms of quality but I managed to find a way to eradicate mistakes easier and more efficient. So you should see... none to zero.
And the last note is that this chapter is pretty controversial. It contains various previously unexplored aspects of taboo's. The biggest one being a rape scene which goes into detail. So if you still wanna continue reading, don't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy~
(R)Act 6: Rollercoaster of emotions
A loud bang and then nothing else she can hear. Her eyes are wide open from the shock, staring straight ahead. Oddly enough she can still perceive but nothing registers inside her grey mass. Perhaps because it now has a bullet in it. Deaf as an adder, she falls to the ground. With a thud she can't hear and with pain she can't feel, her numb body hits the stone on its left side. Krystal has some unpleasant looking last spasms to experience before death really kicks in. A beheaded chicken would be jealous at her persistency.
But persistency has nothing to do with it; she isn't dead. It was just adrenaline rushing through her body that made her spasm. After only seconds, her deafness slowly disappears. Albeit in only one ear but it's better than nothing. She knows this because she can hear someone close to her mumble while pacing to and fro.
Since that person is seemingly too occupied to help her out, she starts to move her eyes around her eye sockets behind closed lids to check if everything is still okay with her. Blurry vision isn't nothing new to her but she would be delighted if it would sod off for a long time. Despite that everything is at least working. That is not what she can say about the rest of her body.
She must be in a severe shock to have her body not respond to anything. Her muscles don't do as they are told. Once more trapped in a skin she can't control yet should be able to. It's infuriating to her, almost making her wish that whoever did this to her would have finished the job.
Her memories have gone a little bit of a reorganization so to say. Krystal might just have the same scrambled eggs for a brain she accused Sciltch of having the whole time.
Sciltch! That was him! He pointed the gun at my head! she realizes. That bastard betrayed me and tried to kill me as well... I will never forgive him for this! Maybe a second tongue-cutting session will get him back on track!
Impure thoughts going back to her phase as the Tyrant of Cerinia. Provoked by betrayal and fueled by a willpower that is unmatched by even the bravest heroes. They would have pissed their pants at this point in time but Krystal has been stumbling on. This might be the only few times that stubbornness deserves a reward.
"Alright! I'm doing this." she hears Sciltch's voice encourage himself after she connects the dots, figuring that it was her former servant that was mumbling. He always needed an extra slap on the bum or verbal support to do something. Therefore it is nothing new to Krystal but as she hears the sound of a knife being drawn from one's belt she starts to get concerned.
Sciltch stomps towards her, clenching the knife in his fist. Bloodlust and persistence are burning in his eyes like sparkling stars in the night sky. His raised lips reveal his bare, crystal-white fangs clamped shut onto each other. With the dense atmosphere and dusty red lightening, it looks like the approaching maw of a hideous monster straight out of a horror movie.
Krystal is unable to defend herself as she helplessly watches how Sciltch's shadow is now standing over her with the knife in his fist. Without any pause, Sciltch grabs a hold of Krystal's shoulder and pulls her onto her back. With the blade held up high and ready to stab her where it kills her the fastest, time is up for the blue vixen. Not before the cuckoo has chimed however.
A sharp whistle, followed by the sound one makes to chase an annoying cat out of the backyard attracts Sciltch's attention; negatively. It degenerating for someone of royal blood to be called out like that. And whoever it was, he or she will know what mistake was made. It's a lifesaver for Krystal as she can exhale and live for maybe another few minutes or so. Sciltch walks towards where the sound came from but a black haze has appeared out of nowhere. It confuses and infuriates him and hearing that relieved sigh makes him even more pissed. With a steaming expression on his face, he looks back at Krystal.
"You are going to be next!" he shouts before stomping of into the distance looking for the impudent dirt bag that dared to degenerate him. His free hand moves towards his gun that he didn't use to finish Krystal off because it's too impersonal. And when someone he hates must die by his hand, it better by very personal.
In the position Krystal is in, she can see Sciltch disappear into the black haze. Why it is here is no concern to her. If anything, she is thankful for it suddenly appearing. It saved her life and that of whoever whistled and drew Sciltch's attention. Strangely enough though, she could hear a certain melody in the sharp whistle. A melody she recognizes but she's unable to place it anywhere.
Then, shots are fired from inside the black haze. The echo that lingers makes it sounds like thunder strikes with each fired shot. At first, there is just one that is being fired. A small spot of orange, yellow and red, the colors of fire signal the discharging of the gunpowder in the bullet. Where it lands is anyone's guess at this point. It falls silent after that before three more shots are fired in quick succession after one another. After that, she can distinctly hear a whimper.
Did someone get shot?
She secretly hopes that Sciltch isn't hurt. She might have death wishes against him at this moment but they would mean nothing if someone does it. Besides, if her anger would subside, she would still have her former servant. In other words, more possibility to break him out of the illusion he lives in.
To her relief, she sees Sciltch emerge from the haze. But in no way victorious or prominent with pride. Something she would expect from the way he entered the haze. Instead, his back is the first thing to come from the haze. He stands cringed with an arched back and walks backwards. Holding the gun with shivering fingers, each covered in a coating of freshly spilled blood. He pulls the trigger again, the recoil sending a shock through his body. Still, it doesn't satisfy him as no sigh of relief has struck him. Instead, he proceeds to pull the trigger again.
CLICK!
That is not the sound Sciltch wanted to hear. A loud bang, the discharging of another bullet would be much more satisfactory. Even if it didn't kill whatever he was firing at. The clicking noise makes him shiver even more. So severe, that he nearly drops the gun on the floor. He can hold his grip around the gun at the very last second. However, seeing how it's useless being empty, Sciltch sees no other way than to throw it at the approaching danger.
He misses; the iron from which the gun is constructed hits the floor. Unarmed and frightened to the very core, Sciltch is now at the mercy of whatever emerges from the haze. And what comes forth, is someone Krystal never wanted to meet again.
The fog disappears by a gust of wind the moment he as much exhales. His head is bowed down slightly, perhaps looking over the bullet holes in his chest. They bleed only a little bit and insides is nothing but darkness. Pitch black. He has an angry demeanor around him so strong, it almost seems to materialize into a swarm of flies around his head. That is how it looks like at least. Around his feet, his shadow seems to be mutilating into a concoction of tentacles. It's none other than Dagon. The bringer of most of Krystal's misery in this place so far. A pair of unbelieving vixen eyes stare upon him approaching Sciltch, while having his gun aimed for the wolf's head.
"W-who are you?" asks Sciltch while at the same time looking behind him to see how much room he has left to stumble back before he has his back against the wall. "I-I am not looking for trouble. I was just... angry you know?"
But Dagon isn't taking any excuses right now. This is how he deals with so-called angry people that take their anger out on him. "Silence your pathetic excuses! You shot me. That is reason enough to have you put down here and now."
At that moment however, just a mere second before his finger pulls the trigger, he notices Krystal on her back on the floor. His eyes drift off towards her, to make sure that it's really her and not some random blue vixen that happened to be here. But it's Krystal for sure. No one he knows is wearing something that tight and made of latex. Ripped, wounded and dirty-looking. A walking pile of garbage, constructed from broken dreams and beaten emotions. Only held from collapsing by sheer stubbornness and an unhealthy dose of talking bravery into herself. This is how he left her behind and finding out that she's looking slightly worse is something that makes him pretty happy.
"Wouldn't you look at that?" he says to Sciltch as he nods to Krystal. The gun is lowered for a while, making Sciltch feel a little bit less anxious about receiving a bullet where it might extinguish his light. Not coming to him that he threw the gun away because he found out it was empty.
"I had lost track of this. And you lead me right to her."
The usage of the word "this" to describe Krystal makes the vixen in question growl a little bit, just quiet enough so that Dagon doesn't have to hear it. However, the word also receives a positive reaction coming from Sciltch in the form of a nervous chuckle. Sciltch has never seen Krystal has a real person, just a walking husk that has lead him to where he needs to be. The fact that Dagon acknowledges that makes Sciltch feels a bit more secure.
"I suppose it was meant to be." he then concludes. "Welcome back Krystal. I'm glad to have you back. You." He pauses for a moment to lean in towards Krystal, to look her deep in the eyes. To make sure that she knows he has plans for her. "I'll make sure... You will know suffering like none other could ever inflict you. Délarbé's plan will be altered from now on. It's mine now. And before you get the pleasure of dying... well, I suppose I have to wait and see your reaction."
He stands up and turns to Sciltch, who's still shivering somewhat. Pointing at the bullet holes, that are slowly closing down in what look like a liquid boiling with the color of one's skin, he asks whether he's sorry about it. Of course Sciltch isn't sorry about it. His intention was to kill Dagon. Pop a few caps in him and leave his body behind. He isn't going to apologize to someone he regards less worthy of living than a worm. But driven into a situation in which his life is on the line, he has to set his pride aside. Humbly, he bows his head and mumbles an apology.
Dagon hears enough of it to take it into consideration. Not taking a lot of time for it as he has set up a schedule already. In a few moments, he will make sure it was Sciltch's last excuse. From simply hanging beside him to being aimed at Sciltch's upper body goes in a flash. Dagon's latest is about to made and Krystal is the helpless witness. The wolf has just enough time to look up and see the blackness of the gun barrel's insides before a bullet lodges itself in his sternum. Sciltch grunts and groans, struggling to keep himself standing up while covering the freshly made wound with his hand to stop the bleeding. But the shot proves lethal in a matter of seconds. In the midst of Sciltch's struggle to stay balanced, his life slips away. The dead body falls its knees under the satisfied watchful eye of Dagon.
"Next time, check if your weapon hasn't jammed instead of deeming it to be empty you superficial fool." With a grin and snigger, he kicks him down to the ground. The demon stares at the corpse for a while to make sure he's actually dead before realizing he's still holding the gun.
"Ugh... mortal weapon." he fusses disgusted, tossing the gun away like it's boiling hot. He looks over his arm to see if this filthy weapon left any traces but other than a bit of blood that spattered on the fur, nothing horrible stands out. "Hm. Good. I'd hate to perform a skin-fur transplant at this hour. I have other things to do."
He turns himself to Krystal, whom has been paralyzed since the gunshot. Her body is trembling and her eyes are wide open. Full of disbelief, silently praying that this is the most complicated nightmarish hallucination in history, she sees Dagon come closer. An awful grin graces his face and the environment make his attire look a notch more intimidating. And the closer he comes, the more desperate Krystal becomes. Collecting whatever strength she possesses, she tries to stand up and run away. But her attempt falls flat as her body doesn't cooperate. Most limbs still feel numb and moving them is impossible. At this point, Dagon is already standing above her, slightly bend over to emphasize him looking down on her. Not even one second goes by before she is grabbed by her shoulders, lifted up into the air and flung across the room. Krystal lands flat on her chest but she feels little of it.
Whimpering and groaning in a rising fit of panic, she tries again to crawl away. In vain as Dagon catches up with her and grabs the vixen's blue hair. She screams out loud as he drags her over the floor towards the nearest wall. He pushes Krystal against it and holds her wrists together and behind her back with just his left hand. He doesn't stop there though as he presses his belly against the arms on her back-allowing his hand to be free again-and his lower half against her backside. There Krystal feels something hard in between her buttocks.
"Is that...?"
Before she can finish her sentence, Dagon pushes the right side of her face against the wall to silence her. The jagged rocks make it very uncomfortable as it pokes and pricks against her skull and her cheeks. She tries to squirm her way out of it but Dagon's hand covers the entire back of her head. She hisses and curses at him, uttering the vilest words she knows off. But her aggressor is not at all impressed by it.
He brings his face closer to her, getting more inappropriate and creepy. He then closes his eyes and starts to sniff on the vixen's hair while also placing his left hand on her inner thigh. Krystal petrifies when she feels this. She now knows exactly what is going to happen; he's going to rape her. Her anger from before is completely gone. Washed away by the impending humiliation and shame of being desecrated by a demon. Her whimpering returns as soon as Dagon starts to gently rub his left hand on her inner thigh, moving cheekily closer to Krystal's private parts. And there is nothing she can do about it without enduring more pain and suffering. If she escapes, Dagon will just find her again. If she fights back, Dagon will fight back twice as hard.
Stricken by the reality of the situation-there is nothing she can do to make it better-she so desperately tries to hold back her tears. Dagon would only enjoy hearing her sniffle and cry. While he would watch her tears flow over her white cheeks like it was a teasing softcore porno. Biting his lower lip like a freak.
Then, he's finally done with sniffing her hair. He pulls his head back and starts to analyze the scent. "I smell something fresh in your hair. You must be using some very fine shampoo if it survived all the heat and dirt. I detect a hint of lemon and... Aqua?"
Hearing that description makes her shudder; those were in fact Délarbé's words when he became very intimate with her, sniffing her hair as well. But Dagon corrects himself. He says it's not aqua, but instead it's mint extract.
"I have an incredible nose for details. But on to business now. I hate being disturbed when I'm busy. Especially when it comes to you." he says with a soothing tone as to hammer the last nail into her dire situation. "And to finish your sentence, that I so rudely interrupted by pressing your face against the wall... yes. It is exactly what you think it is!"
After his exclamation, he pulls her head towards him only to ram it against the wall again. With the sounds of bones crushing and a weak grunt from Krystal, Dagon knows that she's about to pass out. No mortal can withstand a blow that hard after such a force made her smash into a wall. And indeed, Krystal isn't feeling very optimal. Her vision is blurry and her whole world seems to be upside down and spinning around. The perfect condition for her to be in.
Dagon lets go of Krystal's head, which now hangs on her neck like a useless and oversized lump against the rocks. Slowly falling into the darkness of unconsciousness, she barely notices that Dagon starts ripping her suit's lower parts. At first they are nothing but small scratches and rips made to test how well the fibers would be able to be torn apart so it's logical that Krystal in her weakened state doesn't notice much of it. However once Dagon gets the hang of how to effectively rip the fibers, he grabs the suit just below Krystal's tail and rips downwards until her gentiles are exposed. This, Krystal definitely notices.
She screams "No!" at the top of her voice only to have her muzzle grabbed and held shut by Dagon. "I have waited too long for this to let you ruin it!" he barks at her. "I was never interested in getting offspring because I am immortal. But I know this will ruin you more than any convoluted plan Dé or I could come up with."
She can feel his penis gently drag itself along the length of her labia and she's disgusted that it actually feels nice. She bites her tongue, hoping it will be over fast. He will probably keep her conscious as long as possible so that he can hear her whimper, cry, plead and so on. Preparing for the worst, she might as well try to get the best out of it, no matter how wrong and degrading that sounds. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it back for four seconds-counting the numbers in her head-before exhaling.
And it works somewhat. Her head feels less heavy and she seems more realistic. Even when Dagon starts to prod the head of his penis against her vaginal orifice, getting ready to enter her, she doesn't feel any more panic or humiliation come over her. Just as she is ready to let it all wash over her however, she gasps very softly; she has one last ace up her sleeve now that she thinks about it.
Amazing what a breather can do for you.
Even with her muzzle clamped shut by Dagon, she still tries to articulate. She mentions Délarbé a lot, hoping that Dagon will hear it. And he does.
"What did you say?" He lets go of her muzzle and repeats himself more harshly. It makes her whimper and cower but not out of fear; he has a loud voice and having that barked at her in her ear is just painful and annoying.
"I said... Délarbé. H-he would never approve of this. Y-you made a promise to him."
A cheeky and sly smile appears on Krystal's face. A moment of smugness that Dagon will not stand for. He grabs her muzzle and clamps it shut again. And to add even more injury, he takes a step back and goes for a knee to the perineum. Krystal cries out, muffled by her closed muzzle, as Dagon's knee causes one of the worst physical pains she has felt in a long time. It makes her legs quiver as she slowly collapses through them. She's only held upright when Dagon forces himself against her again.
"A simple rape will not squander the innocence nor the purity of your soul. No… if anything… you have lost those two essential things a long time ago. I wonder… did Fox ever notice that you weren't a virgin anymore? As you had sex with your very own servant, who lies here, dead on the ground."
"Hm!? How did you... Ack!" A swift knee to the same spot silences her and finally brings out the tears Dagon has been hoping to see roll over her cheeks. So with a soothing voice, content that Krystal obeyed him unconsciously, he breaks through the protection the labia forms around her clitoris and the opening of her vagina. The feeling is disgusting and awfully satisfying at the same time. She can't help but feel pleasure as that's how her gentiles were build.
"If anything…" murmurs Dagon with a deep voice, almost Panther-like voice right into Krystal's ear. "I think becoming the mother to my offspring, will be beneficial for your soul."
And then it's in. No more explaining. No more distractions or tricks. No more postponing in any form. With one push from Dagon, Krystal's world stops completely when she feels his sausage-like flesh enter her. It slips in with little trouble, suggesting she is not unaroused. She utters a short, startled gasp and completely petrifies. The fists she had clenched tighten even further, making her nails puncture the skin of her hand palm slightly. Her mouth stands wide open. So are her eyes and her tear ducts.
No... Please no... Anything but this...
Dagon growls contently as she seems to feel pretty comfortable on the inside. He wants to enhance the feeling some more though as he knows he can definitely get more out of this. Krystal is a toy in his hands but to really humiliate her, he has to make sure that she can feel it all, not just the top half. He grins cocky and thrusts his hips forward some more until his whole length is inside Krystal, whimpering and softly pleading as drool and tears drip from her chin onto the ground.
He has her standing like this for some time before the real thing begins. Full control doesn't mean that he has to start right here and now. That would mean he is showing desperation or that he is in a hurry. Instead, his victim has to wonder when he's going to strike. That way they sort of what to get it; they want it over with. That sort of humiliation is what Dagon needs to proceed, to make this truly the worst and most embarrassing experience for Krystal ever. That... and of course Délarbé's plan. Breaking her down to the bare bones is the best way to have her surrender her soul voluntarily. Two birds with one stone.
And it seems that Dagon's plan is working. After maybe two minutes of having Dagon's erect penis inside of her and nothing happening, she gets in the state Dagon wants her to be. Shivering and shaking, she turns her head towards her left. She can look over her left shoulder but it strains her neck when she does. There she can see Dagon's grin growing larger as he got what he wanted. He pulls his hips back along with his penis, stops and thrusts forward. Now he's really raping her.
For Krystal it has been a rape from the start, now reaching its peak. She begins to whimper louder as Dagon mercilessly picks up the pace. He doesn't seem to care at all anymore about dragging this out to make it as abashed as possible and instead wants to finish the job as fast as he can. In the back of his head, he replays the times he has been interrupted by someone. It gets him agitated and he gets careless because of that. He lets go of his grip around Krystal's wrists and instead holds her curvy hips. A very risky move as it allows the vixen to retaliate.
But to his own surprise... Krystal doesn't do that. Not even when Dagon stops out of surprise. She seemed to have accepted that she can't do anything about it anymore. Out of pure curiosity, he asks her why she isn't slapping, kicking or at all squirming to escape. One simple and clear answer manages to astonish him: "Resistance is futile." answers Krystal with a soft and shivering voice. "I know when I'm defeated Dagon... just finish me off already."
"As you wish." is the last thing Dagon says before he proceeds. Krystal puts her hands against the wall and lets it happen. The feeling is a double-edged sword however: should she be happy about that it's going to be over soon? That everything will wash away with the semen Dagon is going to spill inside of her. She would have to give up her stubbornness, her pride and most importantly her life for that... but in this situation, the longer it takes and the faster Dagon thrusts his manhood inside of her, it doesn't seem like a bad thing. At least then... she would be able to make two men happy with her presence.
Délarbé would get her soul and Dagon will receive offspring from her. As long as her soul is taken first, which knowing Délarbé will most likely happen, she doesn't mind giving it up. She won't feel a thing or emote at all when the demon's offspring sprouts from her womb. And who knows? Maybe she won't even have to see it. Maybe she'll just be below ground. Dead.
But then she hears a disturbing sound she hasn't heard before; the sound of someone choking and gagging. She knows it isn't herself who's choking; she's breathing fine. When she notices however that Dagon has completely stopped thrusting his manhood inside her and is actually slowly pulling out, Krystal realizes that Dagon is choking on something. Or by someone.
And then with one mighty pull it's out! She utters a sigh of relief like she finally got rid of that bugging constipation and looks behind her to see what is going on. There, she sees Dagon having his hands clenched around a golden ring that uncomfortably clamped around his neck, slowly chocking him. The gurgling sounds coming from his opened mouth and hissing of his anger towards his incapability to retaliate are just disgusting. And after a few seconds, one last sputter and one last gasp for air knocks him out. Unconscious, he falls to the ground with an anti-climactic thud.
A shadowy figure is revealed to be standing behind Dagon. The figure is slim, curvy and more feminine then all the other things she has seen her. The click, click of metal heels announce the presence of this creature. Golden eyes glow in the darkness and beneath some long, blond hair before the body can be seen. The shape is clearly that of a female she-wolf but it's the other features that make it clear what she has become. Dark chocolate fur covers over half her body while red fur covers her face and abdomen while traces can be seen on her legs and shoulders. Her ears are pointed like spikes and a pair of long golden horns just upwards from her head like that of a dragon. Large leathery wings stretch out behind her, golden membranes stretch between the segments of the wings. Her attire or lack thereof is barely enough to be considered clothing at all as it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination; a skimpy breastplate and loincloth of gold and red is all that she wears. Her tail is bushy but has a spaded tip, whether or not it is just fur or is more solid is unknown. It sways back and forth behind her. As she moves forward her posture and grace portrays an individual who is very confident in their beauty. The expression she wears is one of somewhat boredom while her eyes portray a cunning and manipulative side.
The dragon she-wolf bends over Dagon, fusses and shakes her head. "Poor Dagon. Been around for a thousand years and still he doesn't know how to properly address a woman." Her voice is as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade. She grabs the golden ring around Dagon's neck which for some reason expands upon her touch. "If only you would have bought her flowers and dinner first..."
The intention must have been humorous but the delivery is bland and tends more towards hatred then anything remotely funny. This is reinforced when the creature stomps her heel in Dagon's eye and the rest of the sole on his forehead as if she wanted to crush his skull. Certainly she could given the expression "Hell has no wrath like a woman scorned" but this seemed more an act of insult to injury. No intend to finish him... yet.
With the ring enlarged, she can easily pull it from Dagon's neck. Only then does she lift her heel from his face. The ring seems to hers and should be fitting somewhere on her body. Her arrow-headed tail comes closer and looks attracted to the ring. The spade goes through the ring, showing it's just fur and nothing solid. Once the whole of the spade has gone through it, the ring shrinks at the base and assures that it will never be separated from the tail. Unless the blond-haired she-wolf wishes to.
"Well... that is that." she says casual like it's an everyday thing to knock someone out with a magic golden ring that fits around a spade on the end of a thick tail. She shakes off her hands with a disgusted sigh, aiming to get rid all the hairs from Dagon that got onto her when she choked him.
Only then does she turn to the blue vixen, shivering and whimpering all by herself. Her whole world is shaken and her body feels empty. Unwanted fluids of pleasure leak from her recently raped orifice onto the ground, forming a small puddle. Even when she has surrendered herself, hoping it will be over, the nightmare still continues. Though her biggest fiend has been floored, she cannot tell if the new girl won't try the same thing. She looks like a fearsome hunter and certainly not someone who would let her prey go.
But it isn't all blackened skies, hate, pain, death and soulless monsters. When Krystal looks up from her cringed and depressed position, she only sees a hand which reaches out at her. The helping hand she has been seeking for? Her back against the wall and yet a way forward is presented to her. Perhaps a rosy prospect in her messed mind but this might just be her only shot at escaping this madness.
"Hi cutey." speaks the she-wolf very softly. "My name is Poisithen. And yours is?"
Dry-mouthed and with a shivering paw, she tells Poisithen her name and grabs her hand at the same time. In one pull, Krystal stands on her feet again. A bit of a rough jerk given but the warm smile and genuine expression on Poisithen's face shows she didn't mean it like that. It could be that she doesn't know her own strength.
Once standing, Krystal looks upon Dagon just lying on the ground. The expression on his face is one of pure outrage, etched upon his face. His hands close to his neck, holding on to a suffocating ring which is no longer there. Though knocked out, it seems as if he could just jump up and attack her. Or it isn't the real Dagon, but instead some clone. She can't imagine that a creature with the likes of him would be downed by simply choking out some air.
"I-is... he...?"
"Dead? No. He's just sleeping. Despite him being such an almighty and powerful "man" he is still formed with a neck. And I think that my ring has something to do with it as well." Poisithen makes herself think about it as well. She has seen Dagon appear out of what looked like a sea of shadows before. Could it be that it was just a dramatic entrance or...? But know she's just making herself paranoid. She places her hands on Krystal's shoulders and stands in between her and Dagon to change the subject.
"Anyway, let me look at you cutey." says Poisithen more commanding than asking for a favor. Krystal obeys unconsciously; if this is the worst that this, whatever it is can do, then Krystal can allow it. Poisithen takes a step back and observes the vixen from top to toe. She frowns and shakes her head at how beaten Krystal looks.
"Oh dear, oh dear. What did he do to you?" The she-wolf comes a step closer and holds Krystal's chin with only two fingers. She rotates it in various directions to take a very in-depth look at the state of the vixen's face, hair, muzzle and neck. The same frown appears and puts Poisithen in an off mood. "I can't believe you got through all of that. I actually feel sorry for you dear. I really am."
She squats down to observe her belly and lower parts of her body as well as her legs and feet. And what she sees there makes her a tad sad. A girl who came here against her will to undergo punishment. But now standing here, being pushed far beyond her limits. Far beyond what the punishment should have been. Poisithen meets Krystal at eye-level and looks at her with the greatest compassion she can muster.
"... I'm quite frankly out of words to describe what he did to you... But honestly, I don't need to anymore. What you need is some love and care, okay? Now... I don't have a beauty case or extra suit with me but I do have an extra set of my own attire." she offers kindly. "It doesn't cover much but it's fresh and I bet it will feel so much better to wear."
Poisithen doesn't have to continue on as Krystal has already nodded a thousand times before, now with her looking down. It makes her chuckle as she holds both of Krystal's paws, giving the vixen a warm and welcome feeling. "I will make sure you'll get it then. But first, we need to clean you up. And again, since I have nothing with me, I'll have to clean you up myself. This will mean I'll touch you in uncomfortable places. Do mind that very much?"
Krystal gasps at first and looks up with the most startled look. "I... I... don't... know..." she stutters terrified of being touched there again. She clenches her legs together and quickly covers her private parts with one of her hands. "... Do you p-promise to be...?"
"Careful?" finishes Poisithen for her. "Oh but of course cutey. I'll give you the gentlest treatment. You won't even feel my touch. Instead, it will be like a uhm... a light feather softly caressing your skin. Is that okay with you?"
Her question is strengthened by her rubbing her thumbs over Krystal's hand, giving a preview of what she means. And indeed, Krystal barely feels a thing and yet she can. The feeling isn't forcing itself but instead carefully present. This sort of gentle, loving touch has been so rare for her; it's impossible for her not to allow it.
"O... okay then." Krystal nods again, giving Poisithen what might be her last bit of trust. The she-wolf returns a warm, assuring smile and gestures Krystal to literally open up. The hand which covered her womanhood slowly withdraws and her legs relax more.
"Thank you cutey. Now, I'm gonna dust you off first. Then I'm gonna tend to your wounds and burns and only then will I touch you where... well you know what I mean."
"Y-yes..."
"No reason to panic. As I promised, I will be careful. This means I won't do anything that feels too wrong to you. Not even to tease you. There is a time and place for everything." she says giggling before encouraging Krystal to spread her arms and legs so she can reach every spot. But Poisithen quickly realizes that with Krystal's outfit on, it won't work.
"Krystal honey. I'm afraid I have to ask you to remove your uhm... "outfit" or whatever is left of it. I can't fix you unless you get rid of that rag. I realize that I come across as a bullying bitch but you do trust me right?"
The blue vixen stands petrified, suddenly feeling light-headed and wheezy. She is unresponsive to Poisithen's words as she stares at the floor. Then, her eyes enlarge as suddenly a million thoughts and dozens of feelings flood her mind. A churning whirlpool forms in her stomach, making her sick to the very core. A shock wave goes through her entire body. Her body temperature fluctuates, overheating her one second and the other she's freezing cold. A rollercoaster of emotions which relentlessly drills through her numbness and messes her up completely.
I had surrendered... wasn't that enough...? I was ready... Why would you put me through more? Why am I back at square one? This... Poisithen... her deceiving smile and beauty... She is the demon Sciltch must have been looking for... and I fell into her open arms without knowing...
I was blinded... I was deaf... I was weak... I am weak... I will always be weak... Just as I always have been...
But if I always have been... Then... I survived through quite a lot... The question is... Can I keep it up or will I falter before whoever torments me most? I guess... I'll live another day to find that out...
The last thing Krystal witnesses before she blacks out, is Poisithen's grinning expression. So vile in its message yet so innocent in its appearance. Truly wishing her hell, though sealed with a sweet, loving kiss on her lips. The faint flavor of roasted pork with a strawberry finish can be tasted before a fiery wink turns off Krystal's lights. But not before, even if quite brief, she spots two red dots gazing at her from afar.
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-Phantom R.D.S. Foxx