>>11575976>>11576368I'll go ahead and do it then and, of course, it'll have a good ending.
I only watch Moona so I'm best at writing her. Though if you want me to write another, do tell me. I watch Uimama too so I could probably write her alright.
I also heard the some don't like taking the perspective of the abuser. So if you want it entirely third person, do say so.
>>11574801>You heat the prod until it's glowing a clear white>"Now, Moona. One more time: are you going to leave? And you better not lie to me.">"N-no. I promise I won't. I'll stay I promise. Please.">"Alright. I believe you.">Moona exhaled a massive sigh of relief, only to feel one of the most intense pains of her existence>Moona screamed as loud as her lungs would allow>The pain in her throat felt like a tickle by comparison>Her shoulder sizzled, now bearing the mark of a horseshoe, one reserved typically for cattle>"Well I'm not sure if that's true or not. But, even if you do, that mark will be sure to remind you who's rightfully yours. When that bitch you want to marry sees you, she'll know that you belong to me, never to her. You're no longer my girlfriend Moona, but my property. Do you know what this means?">Moona barely heard him over the intense pain coursing throughout her body>"It means that, as my property, you no longer have rights.">you pulled the immigration papers out from behind you, placing the brand down and taking the blow torch out>"And as with any piece of property, be it a chair or a table or a computer, you cannot simply leave as you please.">"NO!">You light the torch and burn the papers in front of her, watching her despair>"I knew you were lying.">You put your boot between her lungs and pelvis as hard as you could, making her spit bile across the floor>You were satisfied. You could see in her eyes this hurt her more than any punch or kick ever could>"Clean that up, whore. And don't you dare do that again.">Moona fell to her side and tried to cry>She had cried so much that no tears remained. All that came out was soft, pathetic moans>Her last hope at a better life was now a pile of warm ash on the floor>She wanted to scream>She wanted to wail>But all she could do was lay there, pants still soaking wet>She saw a rope on the far end of the garage and dark thoughts began to plague her mind>Perhaps there was another way to escape>If she couldn't flee to Japan perhaps...>No, she thought>She would, at the very least, have to say goodbye to Pekora>She got up, holding her right arm and hobbling on one leg back to the safety of her room>She flicked on her computer>She was thankfully every day to be a vtuber>If her computer wasn't a source of income, no doubt you'd take a sledge hammer to it>With one hand, Moona delivered the bad news to Pekora 