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[Lotm Roleplay] I wish I never heard my teacher's wife secret (Demoness)
Unrelated to any plot of the subreddit's roleplay, think of this as a side story. Something can be cozy and at the same time a horror story for a regular citizen.
So here we go!
The ever golden light of the sun has reigned above the sky once more. The heat of a morning light is surely empowering, energized to work or so for a child who is a student and yet here is the child in a luxurious hotel, sitting in a chair at the corner.
The child is sitting at the corner, near the window. A figure comes from the balcony.
It was a beautiful woman, her hair smells profoundly intoxicating. Something that the kid sitting in the chair found alluring but also disgusting for the child's age.
Her facial features were as youthful as ever yet even with those, her face can't hide the malice of a human...if you can say it that way.
Her clothes are that of a gothic lolita, and her make up can only be described as sublime.
She has the elegance and yet a hidden side, like the other side of a coin. Something deprave, something dangerous and yet something a man would like to throw their lives for.
An image of countless men of various ethnicity, age and build piled up like a mountain of smiling corpses formed inside the child's mind. Sitting on the top was the woman...
Moreover, she seems to have her fill.. of cigarettes as the boy observed her middle and index fingers have cigarettes stains.
She walks in a calm manner but sometimes her calm facade was breaking, and yet she is trying to hold dear into that mask of calmness.
She walks towards the bedroom where the child is sitting at the corner's chair.
She lift her dress and cross her legs in front of the child while clasping her hands with excitement.
The child grew worry, usually when a child is naughty they would get punished physically or be berated.
Yet the child in this situation was selected for the hidden option.
Should I eat you? Or let you learn your mistake and never speak by ripping your tongue?
The woman chuckle about the thing she just said.
The child in the chair was tearing up.
The woman saw the tears going out and decided to move closer to the child.
The woman lick the tears that child produced in fear.
Hmmm
As the woman plays with the tear that the child produced in despair for the inevitable end.
The taste of despair....is such intoxicating, I want more my dear! Oh you wish to scream? Shh...I can't allow that....
I don't want someone ruining my time, but you...
Everything went downhill for the child after listening to the teacher's rambling into madness after discovering something that the teacher shouldn't have learned.
The child was curious, the child couldn't contain their desires to seek the unknown, the child has made a mistake, the child shouldn't stare at the madness, the madness is..
Coming for you!
The child wish they could drown in fear but it was too late!
They have been captured by the spider's silk.
The woman's hair changed its charcoal black hair into a pale, copse white color!
The strands of hair formed into numerous snake heads, the woman proceeded to kneel and slowly crawl in all fours towards the child.
The child couldn't faint as they have been awake for days due to the spasm inflicted by the charm or something a disease concocted to make the afflicted unable to sleep for maximum agony.
The woman who is near the child couldn't stop her grinning as she wants to enjoy this sadistic play she was about to inflict.
The child who couldn't move, couldn't even blink can only see the reflection of the woman in their eyes who turned into a monster they studied as myth about a woman who make people turn into statue.
Boo!
Said by the woman as the last breath of the child could be heard.
Knock knock!
A door knock was then heard, the woman who looked like she just regained her youth walked towards the door while fixing her hair.
A group of woman with various shape and sizes appeared, they wore beautiful dresses. Some can be mistaken as a noble or a royalty with their unparalleled beauty.
One woman who wore a checkered pattern dress comments as she saw the lifeless child in the chair.
Poor child! Did you drained that child of their essence? And their freedom fuhuhuhu...
Another woman in pure white dress also chatted
Such is life, poor child could have been my apprentice but oh well...the child can still be used as an art piece...
Another woman in violet dress spoke her thought
A person who broke the rule and pry into the things they shouldn't learn are always bound to face punishment by our "Goddess"
Another woman in a blue dress with peculiar black lines chuckled and said
That's that and this is this..
The last woman who wore a scarlet dress partnered with a small pointy hat
I was eyeing that child! Mine broke after few simple task!
You owe my replacement!
The woman in a gothic lolita dress scoffed and replied...
There are many like them sister, though this one HAS to go after being in my way of my revenge...
Anyway, the corpse is still warm my dear sister Callista.. I know you can find a way to preserve their expression for your art collection.
Callista, the woman in white dress wet their tongue as they approach the child.
Well hello there dear! I will be your new mommy hee hee hee...
And this is the tale end, hope you enjoy this piece!