>>27182964As the evening clouds roll over, Selen stretches her back and let out a relieving sigh. NIJIFES had been a tiring effort, and it still shows. With a smile, the dragon extends her arm and pets Ember on the head. He loves it. Inspecting her camera one last time, Selen double-checks her mental note for any missing steps. Backlight? Done. Camera? Connected. Microphone? Cleared. Ember? Fed.
With only 10 minutes left before the broadcast starts, Selen readies herself to- 'Ding-Dong!'
Was that the doorbell? Confused, she stares back at her draconic companion who is just as surprised as her. Who is coming over this late? Delivery? Not any she could think of. Quickly with no time to lose, Selen makes haste towards the front door. Hoping she gets this over with before the stream starts. As she unlocks the door and opens it, her pupils contract at the sight. It was Finana. Completely underdressed, softly sobbing as tears drip onto the floor. Within a fraction of a second Selen realizes the item she is carrying in her hand. A knife. Her draconic instinct immediately picks up the context and murderous intent.
Immediately she slams the front door on Finana. Pushing herself against the door, not giving her a chance to break in- too late. With a quick thud, Selen fell on the floor. Finana is standing in the doorframe, a shovel in her hand. Standing above the reeling dragon, Finana apologizes before knocking her out with the shovel. It would not be a while until she regains consciousness.
As she wakes up groggily, her senses immediately went on full overdrive. The fuzzy lights entering her eyes, the ringing in her ears are still deafening. What is that horrible smell? Ember? Is that you? Selen tries to recollect her most recent memory. The stream. Yes, she was preparing for a stream when Finana came over and- and... 'this stench... I can't think properly with this scent.' Selen shakes her head, trying her hardest to recalibrate her psyche. The scent is disruptive. The scent of.. 'Is this blood?' As she realizes what the scent was, her fight-or-flight response kicked in, and her consciousness immediately returns.
The first thing she sees is Ember. Locked up in his cage. Frightened. By what exactly? Unknown to Selen, she will regret knowing the answer a few seconds later. Slowly glancing to her left, in the direction of her streaming set-up, she immediately finds the source of that stench.
Finana. Limping in her birthday suit against the camera. Sobbing with ugly moans and demonic wheezes. Selen could feel the the coldness of a banshee's breath running down her spine as she picks up every detail. Finana is covered in wounds and fatal injuries. Ones that struck fear within her. From cuts all over her body, to chunks of flesh and body parts missing from her figure. Swaying around as she moves, Finana's left arm is left dangling only by a mere bone, flesh dripping on the floor.
Screaming in a fit of rage, Finana lowers the camera and gives out a threat. A threat to the audience. Selen's audience. Realizing what she has done, Selen tries to get up. It was at this moment she begins to discover her current state. Her entire body has been strapped down onto her bed. From the neck down, Selen could see ropes and belts, restraining her from getting up. Selen cannot get up and stop Finana. All she could is scream. Hoping somehow the fish snaps out of her manic episode.
Alas to no avail, her pleas fell on non-existing ears. Blood dripping from the the side of her head where her ears once were. As Finana continues to insult the audience, she shoves the knife into her left eye socket. Forcefully gouging out her eyeball, pulling it from the optic nerve. In a fit, she threw her eyeball at the PC. Fluids splattering across Selen's workstation. In a demanding tone, Selen orders Finana to stop this act of insanity.
Finana decided it has been long enough. Insisting to her 'fans' it's time for her final show as a Liver. Or in this case, liver. With a quick thrust, Finana buries the knife into her abdomen and tore open her belly. Screaming in excruciating pain with blood expelling from her mouth from pressure. Satisfied with her newly made orifice, Finana throws the knife away and grabs onto the camera. As she staggers onto the floor, she chose to give the audience their well deserved big finale. A final gift from Finana Ryugu.
Soaked in blood, the camera slowly make its way into Finana's gastrointestinal orifice. Broadcasting every putrid detail of her insides for the world to see. Deeper and deeper the camera goes in, Finana stops wheezing in pain and hunches over. Lying still on the floor.
Selen, tears running down on her face, could not believe what had just happened. All she could do now is plea for Finana to wake up. But it was already too late. Too late for apologies even. The authorities arrive an hour later, freeing her and Ember. As for the stream, Anycolor refused to take down copies of it, a reminder.
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