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5/10/2025, 10:59:13 PM
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>Her master would surely be aware that a tiny spark of her still exists deep within, but it's just a question of what he decides to do with it...
See, I'd take pity on her. That tiny spark of Celica, the very last remnant of her existence, hanging on for dear life? Not daring to put up more resistance than the rare whimper for fear of loosing her grip and tumbling into the abyss of oblivion yawning wide bellow her? It'd lend her a hand.
A brand to the crotch, burned into her already-desecrated flesh. A boon to her terrified mind, anchor it to herself and ensuring it won't fade.
At first, she might find hope in this. Oh no, Celica, haven't you learned anything? There's no hope for you here. This anchor works both ways; just as it keeps you from ceasing to be, it also locks whats left of you deep in the depths of your twisted mind. You will remain dangling from that cliff for the rest of your 'life,' never able to pull yourself up, never able to offer any sort of resistance, but still blissfully aware of all you do in the service of your new god. Every sound, every touch, every action taken and every word spoken by you, you'll witness and feel it all. Unable to die, unable to look away, unable to even go mad. I'd say to try and enjoy it, but no, even that is now impossible.
And they say the Duma Faithful knows no mercy.
>Her master would surely be aware that a tiny spark of her still exists deep within, but it's just a question of what he decides to do with it...
See, I'd take pity on her. That tiny spark of Celica, the very last remnant of her existence, hanging on for dear life? Not daring to put up more resistance than the rare whimper for fear of loosing her grip and tumbling into the abyss of oblivion yawning wide bellow her? It'd lend her a hand.
A brand to the crotch, burned into her already-desecrated flesh. A boon to her terrified mind, anchor it to herself and ensuring it won't fade.
At first, she might find hope in this. Oh no, Celica, haven't you learned anything? There's no hope for you here. This anchor works both ways; just as it keeps you from ceasing to be, it also locks whats left of you deep in the depths of your twisted mind. You will remain dangling from that cliff for the rest of your 'life,' never able to pull yourself up, never able to offer any sort of resistance, but still blissfully aware of all you do in the service of your new god. Every sound, every touch, every action taken and every word spoken by you, you'll witness and feel it all. Unable to die, unable to look away, unable to even go mad. I'd say to try and enjoy it, but no, even that is now impossible.
And they say the Duma Faithful knows no mercy.
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