>>32371528“Master, Master loves me. I remember hatching as an egg and him hugging me, holding me, loving me. He trained me, and every time I won a battle I would run up to him and he would snuggle me in his arms. He fed me, he kept me alive. He evolved me, then he started to even kiss me. Why? Why did you kiss me and then do…this? I thought that you loved me. Because I love you! I love you, Master. I…love…you.”
Braixen’s last breath, or attempt at one, finally came, and the mystical fox is dead. Someone so innocent, so pure, did not deserve to die. She had a beautiful life. She fought in battles for you, netting you two gym badges, an impressive feat for just one pokemon. You shared meals with her, exchanging various poffins and people food across the table. You put her to bed and tucked her in at night. You always kept her out of her pokeball and walked by her side. Your bond with Braixen was fulfilling and pure.
And all of that made her torture that much sweeter.
Her death by suffocation, God, it brought you a rush. Confusion, desperation, hopelessness, betrayal, sadness, and love, all of Braixen’s emotions pleasured you. Thinking about your pokemon suffering, that enlightened you. If she was alive, she would be so traumatized she would want to die. That thought brought you to the moon; you were enthralled by the act, wishing you could do it again.
