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Miko sprawled across the basement floor, dressed in a loose, long-sleeved white shirt with ragged ends that brushed her knees.
The dim hanging light shone upon even her most minute features. Heavy ropes kept her cuffs and ankles together. Duct tape, which glistened beneath that very dim light, kept her lips shut.
My face shifted up in elation.
God bless your hardships, Fubuki. Thank you for preparing her like this.
I crouched in front of her and propped her up with my grip, both hands cupping her sides.
Despite this cold basement, she was warm. Her arms had a pure, undiluted pulse. A sanctuary for those lost to cold winds.
Such a shame that my intentions will take such an enriching warmth away from her.
Her eyes flicked open tiredly, struggling to fix her gaze on me.
I ripped out the sealing duct tape from her mouth and untied the ropes from her ankles. She gasped out for air, coughing the dusty air out.
“Wait here.”
Leaving her in the dark, I proceeded to unfold an old folding chair and half-heartedly dragged it across the floor. It screeched against the floor and echoed within the dark. Every drag of the leg chair filled me with anticipation.
This was a mere experiment for not only myself, but for Miko.
I knew she loved me. Recal the way she looks at me – the faint pink in her cheeks, the hint of glow in her eyes – makes me really wonder, just how much does she love me?
…I’m excited to learn the extent of my abilities.
I shoved the chair beneath the light, the seat pointed to her direction. Her eyes were devoid of any shine, exasperation inflicting waves of fatigue.
Seeing her in such a state, I held out my hand.
“Get up. Sit on the chair.”
Reaching out weakly, her fingers brushed shakily against mine. Upon lifting her up, her legs trembled. I guided her to the rusty chair, creaking as she sat.
The light highlighted every bruise of variable colours, followed from her thighs to her face
“... Why?” She quietly whined.
Miko looked at me with a loose head, along with dead straight eye contact.
The darkness that shrouded us emphasized that we really were the only two here. Her visual regard made me feel like I was her only girl – her only star.
I try to keep my composure as I begin to stare back at her, intent beyond morality.
Sparks rose in my chest, my hands breaking into fists.
“I love you, Mikochi.”
I hurried to sit on her lap. I caressed my hand upon her cheek, my spare hand gripping her cuffs together, just in case she had any intention other than staying here.
Mikos face scrunched up in confusion and fear the longer I did it, her body squirming around.
I placed my fingertips under her chin and forcefully made her face me… what a state. The dark emphasized the dark circles beneath her eyes and the mild bruises across her face.
“I love you too, Suichan…”
How cute.
She can't escape like this, can she?
I giggle. The thought of that makes me hold back less.
Without hesitation, I pulled her chin closer and began to lock lips with her. Her mouth was so warm in contrast to this desolate place.
Her hot breath entangled with mine, squirming in her seat as I continued, my tongue exploring her gums.
…Don't get too excited now, Mikochi.
I let go of her face along with the kiss and lifted her shirt above her bare chest.
The look on her face prompted me to be careful
… Take this as an apology in advance.
I caress the bruises scattered across her chest like constellations. I gently pat the dip between her breasts, circling it.
Then, I severed through her chest.
Cupping our lips together, I force my tongue further to block out her cries.
I twist my first further inside, the tips of her ribcage raking against the back of my palm. With enough finessing, I successfully gutted her heart out.
It laid on my hand, doused in still-warm blood. She looked at me, with nothing behind her eyes.
How unfortunate. I can only show her heart l to her for the time being.
I let go of her cuffs and held her cheek. I turn it toward her heart, all bloody and placed upon my hand.
“Look at that… Mikochi…”
I kiss her cold cheek. She slowly withered within my grasp.
Not yet.
“Don't die yet, I'm doing this for you. Look.”
I prop myself closer to Miko, sat upon her thighs, both of our chests touching each other.
I begin to slip her heart into my mouth, forcing her head toward my direction.
I took a bite, and swallowed it without chewing. I needed to be quick. I can't let her die without letting her see her heart being swallowed whole.
I continued to hastily chew upon her heart. I didn't waste any time swallowing each and every part.
Her pulse grew faint before me, body slumped back upon the chair.
Her strength had left her behind entirely. Her whole front chest was torn apart, blood beginning to grow cold within it.
Before I realised it, she was already gone.
I held her close to my chest, blood running down my stomach.
Such warmth is so comforting.