>>58926396How canonically tall is her Seviper? Compared to aldith's could it eta Cynthia
A hand pressed against the stomach wall from the outside, rubbing in a slow, circular motion directly over Cynthia’s curled back. The pressure was intimate and vile. “She’s still squirming. Good. Let her feel every moment. A week of this, darling. A week of being slowly, lovingly unmade.”
A week. The word echoed in Cynthia’s mind. I have to endure this for a week? A fresh wave of terror, somehow sharper than the physical pain, lanced through her. The idea of consciousness persisting through days of this… this processing… was a hell beyond imagining. She thought of her Pokémon, trapped in their inert balls. Garchomp, her oldest friend, her dragon, feeling their bond stretch and fade into nothing. Lucario, so perceptive, sensing her agony from across whatever metaphysical distance remained. Spiritomb, perhaps chuckling in its keystone at the irony. I failed you all. I led you to this.
The thoughts of her protégé, Dawn, were the most piercing. The bright, determined girl who looked up to her. What would she think when her mentor simply vanished? Would she search? Would she walk right into Plasma’s trap? Dawn, stay away. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, stay away.
“You know,” Aldith’s voice filtered through, clear and conversational now, as if she’d leaned closer. “We’ve been watching your friend, too. The Kalosian flower. Diantha.”
Cynthia’s heart, already laboring, gave a painful stutter.
