queenoflogs | 003; no more games.

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lmaoherlife [ solo log ]
Date: June 11th, nightfall.
Summary: Sasha getting kicked around. Meh, what's new?
Warnings: Abuse and blood and gore and Stockholm Syndrome all over the place.

Being the very professional sneaky rat she is, Sasha is definitely aware of the apparitions moving about the Gardens. In fact, that exact same realization made her disappear from everyone's radar - even Jackie's, the one person she actually likes around this place (and that's saying a lot, because liking someone is an incredibly exhausting task for the scrawny girl). She has been hiding, moving about, not sleeping and smoking too much, drinking way more coffee than one should, popping pills every once in a while to keep her eyes open. In two words, avoiding reality - and avoiding any apparition for that matter, because she knows who her phantom will be. She knows the monster that will appear to her and she's terrified of the things she might do, and with reason.

Generally, Sasha is a smart girl. She's an informant, little details usually lead her to the big picture. She has figured out that the main buildings are safe from menaces of ghosts, but hasn't understood exactly where the things come from. And while she isn't a person that takes risk, sometimes she has to climb over her wall of paranoia to reach the other side. So, after three cigarettes and a couple of pills, she's heading towards the edge of the Gardens. Maybe it's her self-destructive nature, maybe it's her ingenuity walking forth to the edges, or perhaps the pills are taking their toll on her, but whatever it is, it's leading her forward.

Of course, she shouldn't have, but it's like cringing at a horror movie when the character is walking into the room holding the killer: you can squirm and scream "no no don't go there" but there's nothing you can do about it.

The woods become darker - or seem to, maybe it's the drugs, she can't seem to care much - and the air is colder and there's a shiver within her ready to crawl against her spine and when it does, she stops. Her jaw tenses first, then her shoulders, her back, her whole body, head to toe. She can almost smell it. She can almost... no. No, she can feel it and it's like her whole body is burning. Her eyes open wide and she sees them, the future ghosts, phantoms of the future actions. She turns around. And then she is grabbed by her face.

"Sasha." Her voice is sweet as poison. "You ran away from me again, didn't you? Oh, Sasha, Sasha, Sasha. You can't do that forever. I own you. I own your pathetic little existence."

Even though she can see her and what she's about to do, Sasha can't prevent it.

poisongames has a death grip on her face and she's lifting her off the ground, easily walking forward as her fingers dig deeper until the nails break the skin. Anyone else, they would struggle, beg her to let them live, to let them go. Sasha, however, just stares in horror, letting herself be reared back until her back is against the tree, feeling the bark digging into her skin through the massive sweater she's wearing. She does whimper pathetically, however, but that only earns a twisted smile, too big for Kulshedra's face and mouth, a smile that shows too many teeth and leaves you with a sense of disgust deep in your stomach.

"Do you want to stay here? Is that it?"

"N-No..." she sobs, arms laying limp by her side.

"There's another Queen here, is that it? Oh, Sasha." Kulshedra sets her down and cups her face lovingly, smiling. It's disturbing. The smile is sweet but her eyes are cold and dead. "That's okay, I understand. Sshh. I'll let you go."

Sasha sobs again, shakes her head (Please, please don't go, like the disturbed thing she is). But Kulshedra won't have any of that, of course not, and soon there are claws and teeth at her skin and flesh, tearing and ripping and making her scream and spasm in pain, not stopping until she is nothing but a bloody mess. It tears the skin from the flesh, removing the poisonous ink from the skin, pulling tears of meat from Sasha's body. It doesn't take long until all of her torn torso is nothing but red. It stings and burns and it makes her sob loudly, but she doesn't even cover her face, just lets the monster tear her flesh like she's nothing but a toy - an used up toy at at that.

The phantom smiles, in the end, appreciating her work of art. Sasha lays motionlessly on the floor with the exception of the shivers rocking through her body. But that isn't quite enough, not for Kulshedra, so she picks her up effortlessly, staining her expensive dress with the scrawny woman's blood, and holds her up against the tree. It's Sasha's own rope, the one inside her backpack, that she uses to tie her wrists together. She hangs her by her bound hands on one of the strongest branches of the tree, making sure it's nice and tight. It hurts, of course, but Sasha is far too tired to move. Far too tired to complain and do anything but tremble and loll her head tiredly.

She looks at the vanishing phantom and she sees that one last smile.

"That's a good girl."