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ID: LfzRDkDq/qst/6244669#6269923
7/5/2025, 2:39:48 AM
>>6269921
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You are confused. Very, VERY confused.
On one level, you know you’ve lost. You’ve been defeated, and are in the process of being captured, enslaved even. Is the hundun going to eat you? Use you like a pawn, a plaything in its insane games, until you break? Test out that array of ‘reproductive implements’ it proudly displayed earlier?
(Nnf…)
Whatever its intentions, it means being taken away from your sister… From your friends and allies… From your sensei… From you boyfriend!
And yet you can’t move.
You try, but even trying feels beyond you. When you begin to so much as exert effort—physical effort, mental effort—you feel wearier than ever before, like the shirin hangover and liquor-induced lethargy have hit you all at once. Accompanying that sensation is a strange sort of complacency, a tacit compliance. Your body, your spirit, they all give in swooning senselessly at the Naked Emperor’s every command.
Why can’t you resist? Why does it feel like you don’t WANT to? Your sis is trying to save your dumb ass right now, and you can ‘t so much as object, let alone struggle free! Is the hundun doing this? Shouldn’t that UPSET you?!
“Well then, we’re done here, right?”
You turn towards the sound of Zith-Zi’s voice, beyond the veil of viscous and voluminous monster-meat.
“How so?”
“Simple,” says ZZ in that tone she uses that makes it sound like ‘don’t be stupid’, instead. “You won the right for CZ to go with you, yeah? Not to any specific place or nothin’… Just ‘with you’?”
“Quite right!” The hundun speaks, and you feel your stomach churn and your heart flutter. “Wherever I go, I think I shall keep her with me. So those are my terms: that she go with me, to where I am going.”
“And were you standin’—or sittin’, or whatever-the-fuck yer doin’—at that exact same spot, when ya made that deal?”
“Now that you mention it, I don’t suppose I was, no.”
You can practically hear ZZ’s smug smirk, even if you can’t see it, and immediately something changes within you, even before she speak again. When she does, the spell is well and truly broken.
“You made the deal for CZ ta go with ya’, wherever yer goin’,” your sister says. “ An’ she did. Turns out, yaw re goin’ a few feet. Ya stopped right where ya are, right fuckin’ there. Carazzi Yosef followed ya, just like ya asked, no questions asked… ‘N then ya stopped, an’ she stopped with ya. Now there ya both are… At yer new location.”
…
You are confused. Very, VERY confused.
On one level, you know you’ve lost. You’ve been defeated, and are in the process of being captured, enslaved even. Is the hundun going to eat you? Use you like a pawn, a plaything in its insane games, until you break? Test out that array of ‘reproductive implements’ it proudly displayed earlier?
(Nnf…)
Whatever its intentions, it means being taken away from your sister… From your friends and allies… From your sensei… From you boyfriend!
And yet you can’t move.
You try, but even trying feels beyond you. When you begin to so much as exert effort—physical effort, mental effort—you feel wearier than ever before, like the shirin hangover and liquor-induced lethargy have hit you all at once. Accompanying that sensation is a strange sort of complacency, a tacit compliance. Your body, your spirit, they all give in swooning senselessly at the Naked Emperor’s every command.
Why can’t you resist? Why does it feel like you don’t WANT to? Your sis is trying to save your dumb ass right now, and you can ‘t so much as object, let alone struggle free! Is the hundun doing this? Shouldn’t that UPSET you?!
“Well then, we’re done here, right?”
You turn towards the sound of Zith-Zi’s voice, beyond the veil of viscous and voluminous monster-meat.
“How so?”
“Simple,” says ZZ in that tone she uses that makes it sound like ‘don’t be stupid’, instead. “You won the right for CZ to go with you, yeah? Not to any specific place or nothin’… Just ‘with you’?”
“Quite right!” The hundun speaks, and you feel your stomach churn and your heart flutter. “Wherever I go, I think I shall keep her with me. So those are my terms: that she go with me, to where I am going.”
“And were you standin’—or sittin’, or whatever-the-fuck yer doin’—at that exact same spot, when ya made that deal?”
“Now that you mention it, I don’t suppose I was, no.”
You can practically hear ZZ’s smug smirk, even if you can’t see it, and immediately something changes within you, even before she speak again. When she does, the spell is well and truly broken.
“You made the deal for CZ ta go with ya’, wherever yer goin’,” your sister says. “ An’ she did. Turns out, yaw re goin’ a few feet. Ya stopped right where ya are, right fuckin’ there. Carazzi Yosef followed ya, just like ya asked, no questions asked… ‘N then ya stopped, an’ she stopped with ya. Now there ya both are… At yer new location.”
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