>>58958675STOP CALLING ME SHAUN BROWNIE
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Ohh… Does your belly ache, dearie?” Aldith called out, as if hearing her internal cries. “Must be those nasty, sharp hairpieces of yours. Don’t worry, Seviper will handle it. A good muscle contraction should grind them to paste. Let me feel…” Another probing touch on the bulge. “Ahhh, how the mighty have fallen. Just a lump of digesting meat.”
The burning spread. It was on her arms, her stomach, her breasts. It was an all-encompassing, slow-cook fire. Her skin felt like it was blistering, peeling away. The sacred family heirloom necklace around her neck, the last piece of her identity, grew hot against her collarbone before the chain finally gave way, sinking into the morass.
“Be sure to digest well, my pet,” Aldith instructed lovingly. “We don’t want any bones puncturing the cloaca on the way out. And do cough up those headpieces and the necklace. Might fetch a price from a… trophy collector. A final humiliation for the Celestic line.”
Cynthia’s world shrank to the universe of pain. Her thoughts fragmented. Dawn… I’m sorry… My Pokémon… I failed… Arceus, why…? The elegant champion, the master strategist, the history scholar, was reduced to a core of primal suffering, being relentlessly, meticulously unmade.
*
A week passed in the isolated clearing on Route 210.
Not a single trainer, hiker, or Pokémon came to investigate. The forest, usually teeming with life, was strangely silent around the massive, digesting serpent and its watchful mistress. As Aldith had boasted, she and her Seviper were ghosts.
