the blood stained Mansion
The chattering and cackling of the crowd grew even louder.
They laughed and sneered at the girl in the spotlight.
She was humiliated infront of the whole theater audience.
Battler couldn´t be seen anywhere.
And it should become even worse.
The spotlight was directly shining into her eyes.
So even if she tried to look to the side, she would only see black creatures coming towards her.
No, it was the audience.
They started to climb on the stage.
They were breaking her fingers, biting them off.
Everything begann to go out of control. Every witch climbed the stage, biting, clawing, touching, trying to get ahold of at least one limb.
Suddenly several golden snakes appeared and spun aboce the stage like small hurricanes, chasing witches down to their places, clearing the stage of the witches.
Battler was standing infront of her.
A loud “Enough!” echoed trough the room and everything went silent.
now left on the stage was only Battler and Rena.
He slowly turned around…. with the most inhuman grin possible.
"It´s time for the Punishment Game nyhiahahaha!!!"
He held her chin and pressed her head upwards, in order to once more force her making eye contact.
But this time he came emberrasingly close to her face.
Of course they didn´t touch, but his grin got wider.
"Come on, open your mind.
Try to remember. All the fun, fun days you had nyahahaha.
Come on, open your mind to me, show me your most joyful moments in life. Come on nahaha.”
The humiliation at this point was so disgusting. The bright light blinding her eyes, squeezing them shut she had barely time to register when her body was attacked by the spectators of the theater. broken bit by bit. As they bit her fingers off. All of her fingers and limbs soon to be attacked without mercy. The pain wandered through her stomach and itched inside her veins. blood gushed out of her body and boiled to her head, loud screams left her petite lips. Scream filled with despair. She kept her eyes shut , wished for this to end, but she defiantly she opened her eyes to stare at Battler.
And strangely despite all the pain and the feeling that she would die like this she managed to smile wryly when that demon held her chin up. “God damn psychopath. I won’t tell you anything.” She started. “You can torture me all you want, break me, cut me into pieces. do whatever you want to my body but I WON’T TELL YOU ANYTHING!” she repeated. Surprised herself at how much strength she had actually left to speak so clear.
Perhaps it was that very strong wish to protect her happiness even if it was just an illusion. The witch glared at the man. And just forced herself to laugh insane “Ahahahahaha… just drop dead and perish by the wrath of Ryuuguu Rena." Her strong and brave response as well as her happiness. was her pride as the witch of cuteness and she would hold onto that no matter what. Just like she would look at him with a cutely expression until the moment of her last breath. She tried to provoke him for she found it better to die quickly than enduring more of this humiliation.