'Ahhh' I mentally signed.
'I'm bored out of my mind ... I know normal people in the same situation as me would probably be beging for their live, but I stopped to care a long time ago.' I thought whatching the psycho in front of me, with it's twisted smile, is lustful gaze on me and is knife long enough to make me think he was overconpensating for something else.
Maybe that the reason why he became a rapist? All the women he's been with left after seing how small he was, so he decided to kidnap and rape them?
Well I'm stuck on this chair might as well pass the time by asking him directly.
"Hey do you have a micro p*nis?" Oddly, he didn't seem happy as my totaly normal qestion to ask in case of imminent rape.
He aproched me his smile having been replaced with a scowl, and he seemed determined to use that knife, that with is reaction is certainly here to compensate for something.
"I'm going to cut of your tonge if you continue, so shut up, be a good girl and it will be finished quickly."
"Oh I bet it'll be quick."
He didn't seem to apreciate my joke, as he cuted my left arm and left a nasty cut. 'ouch that hurt you fucking bastard, okay I might not care if I die but at least make it quick. You know what? I just got a exellent idea. I will probably die today so might as well try new thing for example I wonder what it fell like to kill someone, and I have the perfect candidate in front of me, he won't be missed.'
speaking of my rapist he seemed to want to start, has he began to unbuckle is pant and strated to tear my dress apart.
I don't focus on what the creep is doing and instead my eyes rest on is knife, I try to wiggle out of my bind and after a minute, I am free proof that he definitely wasn't a scout or even remotely good at making knot probably counting on the fear of is victim and the menace that is knife represent...'or maybe he is just dumb?'
Well back to the creep. I don't make move yet, I wait for the perfect moment. Which come prety quickly has the man on top of me make a grunt and slouch down on me, I profit of this occasion to grab is hand that have the knife, he take a moment to react but by that time I plant it in is flank.
I go for a second time but he stop me before, as I drop the knife due to him grabing me were he cut me earlier.
I pushed him on the ground, the shock making him release my arm. I started to strangle him, whatching as he strugled for me to release to no avail, the cut in is abdomen making every mouvement painful as I watch is trashing gradualy stoping as he schearch for a way out, it give me the time to put order in my thought and that's when it hit me.
'How come that I am so happy? No more important since when could I be so emotional?' I did'nt realised before with it all going so fast but I have never fell so alive, has I looked in the eyes of my agresssor seing in them is emotion, the fear of losing is life, the desperation, and the fierce primal instinct ingrained in every life on this planet since it's first apparition, to survive, to do everything posssible to live another day.
'That's it.' I thought, as I watched the life leave slowly but surely the man infront of me.
'That's what I was laking.' I recalled all my memory, I never really wanted anything, my emotion were dull not due to trauma, but because I was born that way, I whatched the other kid as I grew, always so full of joy, happinesses, sadness, all these thing that make a humans. I never understood how they could be so full of life when all I could fell every day of my life was boredom, no excitement, just the certitude that tomorrow will be the same.
I was bored of life, of this uninterresting daily repeat of waking up talking to people, faking my reaction my emotion when in reality all I feeled inside was apathy. I didn't feel anything when my father died, in fact I had bigger reaction when my favourite serie was discontinued.
But now I can feel it, at the edge of life and death. I for the first time felt excitement, I fell hapiness.
I was excited to finaly feel something and I could also feel it, the emotion of the man in front of me, losing colors has the loss of oxygen began to become too sever, not just observe like I have done all my life but truly feel it like it was as me that were feeling them.
And in that moment of pure bliss, with my first true genuine smile that menaced to split my mouth, I felt a violent pain in my throat. I whatched the man that was moment away from death, is arm extended to my neck, a knife percing my throat.
I relached the pressure on is own throat for a moment, before imediatly reaplaining pressure.
'If I die I will die doing what I truly want to do so show me. Help me feel these magnificent emotions.'
I don't care about the pain it barrely register now that I refocus on his eyes full of what minutes ago I would have barrely understand
pain resistance acquisiton successful.
The heat, the cold, all the physical stimulus that my dying body was trying to transmit to me are drowned by the joy of my new heightened emotion like an addict who don't care about anything if he can get it's fix, and I have a lot of my drug in front of me, and I intended to take every thing I could get before I died.'
heat and cold resistance acquisiton successful fusing heat and cold resistance into thermal fluctuation resistance.
But soon there was nothing the eyes of the one who permited me to truly feel for the first time in my life lost there light in a last explosion of emotion that traversed my body like a physical blow and them nothing. Just the after glow lingering for a few second before dissipating like it was never there in the first place, letting in the realisation that I am dying something I will have not cared about before, but now I don't want to. I have finnaly found something worth living for and I can't even appreciate it.
'Please if there truly is a god out there, let me again feel these emotion. I want to taste this happiness until the end of time.'
Request accepted.
Shearching....
No race found coresponding to host expectation shearching the host memorie....
Race found.
Shearching method to introduce new race in the central world....
Method found strating aquisition of race skill.
Intrinsic skill : emotion devourer aquired.
Intrinsic skill : emotion aura aquired.
Intrinsic skill : magic resistance aquired.
Intrinsic skill : flight aquired.
Intrinsic skill : material creation aquired.
Skill : mental magic aquired.
Resistance to abnormal condition aquired.
race changed to succubus successful.
I could feel my life ending my last breathe living me, praying to all the god that I know to answer my prayer, my last thought before my consciousness was engulfed by darknesss were. 'That will probably be the most enjoyable rape a victim of rape will ever have.'
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When I woke up the first thing I saw was not heaven or hell but a figure ressembling a scientists in a lab coat, he looked androgynous with silver hair cut short a face that seemed to be in is thirtie but still very atractive and heterochromia with one of is eye being crimson and the other blue like the sky. With him there were other people in lab coat taking note, I could'nt hear what they said but maybe I was saved and I'm in an hospital, I tried to move which was complicated with the liquid restraining my movement.
'Wait why would I be submerged in liquid, and how come I can still breathe.'And another question came to add up when I looked at my arm that I moved in front of me. First of all I admit that I have good skin, I take care of it so it is smooth and without too much imperfetion I am sixteen after all I am too young for having suffered the effect of time. But this is not normal in front of me is an arm that seem to having been sculpted, has it is simply flawless. I rest transfigured by my own arm for a good minute and after I did come to the realisation that as beautiful as the arm seemed to be, it was the arm of a child 8 maybe 9 years old.
I looked down at myself and came to the realization that I was nude my body seemed to be the one of a highschooler, plus the wings at the level of my heaps and a tails black, like my wings,and ending with sort of heart shaped point, and I was gorgeous, no you don't understand by all standard a body this young should only be qualified as cute, but there was a sort of quality to it, an aura that made it so perfect, you can't call it cute, only beautiful. To the point that I think that if I were to go outside in a city without someone to protect me, an army of van will pull up to me and start a war over which as the best candy.
'okay calm down, the most plosive explanation is that my prayer has been answered, that or my personal hell is to be watched by a bunch of scientist looking pedophile will being trap in a child body..... Yeah no reincarnation it is.'
Has I munbled to myself the scientist or pedophile maybe. Seem to be agitated by my movement, I can sense there excitement, pride, and immense curiosities especialy for the importante seemingly one in the midle.
'Wait a minute how am I able to sense that? I have as much empathy, than a depressive chronic that just got fired and whose wife just demanded the divorce on the same day have will to live.'
No it's even more than empathy, I can litteraly sense, smell, and taste their emotion.' And it's fucking delicious'.
It's more delicious than anything I ever had and more than anything. 'Its the same feeling I had with the rapist this sweet sensation, to feel every emotion like there were filling an empty ocean inside me.'
As I basced in the feeling even sensing a sort of grow from it. The important looking pedo spoke to me and this time I could hear it.
"It sure is a surprise to see you woke up, I pratically abandonned the project after 1 month of inactivity, that would have been a shame, even throught you are not my magnum opus you were instrumental in it's creation, and probably my second most perfect creation. After all, your race rival the potential of daemon in essence since there were heavily used in your creation."
'So if I resume the androgynous science guy, let's just call him exposition man, so from what exposition man said I have been reincarnated in one of it's creation that should have failed, and I am numbers two on is list of favorite creation....well I can definitely live with that.I don't really care if I am a trash to him or is favorite child the only thing thatt count is that watever race I am, did give me what I wanted the ability to enjoy the emotion of other even beter than what I imagimed.'
'thank you God or whatever you are.' I always thought God was real but I imagined him, or her? They? Whatever. As an asshole.my reasoning is simple you can't be happy if your are god because you will never know if you are the God. For example take a God, he is born from nothing he goes on is litle creation and decide to create another God, same power except that the God that created him have total control over what he know and can do, this God do the same thing again and again, and you are in the same problem as the theory of the world being a simulation with even the original God incapable of knowing if they are the original or a puppet.
But enough divagation for now I need information on were I am, what I am and most importantly when I have matured and can live this place.
'Where is the place that would give me the most emotion...'