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It's a brilliant plan. You mentally pat yourself on the back for coming up with it.
You give the cursing man a toothy smile. The sort that chills the hearts of braver and nobler men than this trash insulting you. This smile doesn't escape Keisuke's attention.
<span class="mu-r">"Oh Beira, dread Queen of the dead season. Come down from thy mountain throne and aid a supplicant King."</span>
"What the fuck are you----URK!"
Ah.... the sweet sound of success. The moment the asshole opened his mouth wide enough, you worked your magic to place a small, round ball of ice within it. When the wifebeating jerk realized there was a cold and hard marble sized ice ball in his mouth, it was already too late.
Keisuke gags and futilely scratches at the expanding ball of ice in his mouth. He can no longer close his jaw to speak, the ice grows to the size of a tennis ball. That was easier than you expected, and growing the little seed of frozen water to a bigger size is a snap.
The moment you thought 'snap', you hear a snap, and it turns triumph into dismay.
<span class="mu-s">RIIIP!</span>
<span class="mu-s">CRACK!</span>
A wet, squelchy rip. A dry, loud snap. You instantly feel yourself freeze up and stare at what you just did. The victim paused in his gagging and struggling for a few seconds. It seems as though he cannot quite believe what is happening to him. The flesh at the sides of his mouth has torn wide, and blood is dribbling down. When the red blood and flesh are exposed to air, they pulse. Then there's the jaw... His unnaturally distended jaw is even wider than ever; it actually sways a little back and forth on what unbroken strand of muscles remains.
A chilling realization dawns on the both of you.
The ice ball had kept growing until it broke the jawbone and tore the flesh around it. And the only thing keeping the jaw from falling to the floor is the remaining muscle and skin that remain around Keisuke's mouth.
A muffled scream of pain erupts from the victim as he falls onto his knees. Hands on the bloody wounds of his mouth, trying vainly to stem the bleeding and keep the lower jaw from being ripped off. Panic overtakes you as you wrestle with your ice magic to stop growing.
"Meep! Not bad, Your Majesty! I shall do the binding." Yatagarasu cheerfully praises you as he goes about weaving some sort of blindfold around the eyes of the keening Keisuke before throwing what looks like thin strands of rope to bind him. Keisuke tries thrashing his way out, but the overwhelming pain from his shattered jaw stymies his attempts.
He settles for muffled screaming when the last rope ties him down. The huge ball of ice crammed in his overextended mouth does an excellent job keeping the screams quiet. No one outside the apartment, despite its thin walls, could possibly hear it.
"Uuugh...wwwwwaaaaa... eeeeeh.... uuurgh....." The sound of pained abortive screams from Keisuke is nightmarish.
And he never stops screaming.
