>>7893208A sickening crunch rang out in the small dimly lit room. Noel let out a sound more like a gasp or the sound of air leaving her lungs even though her motioning was more as if she was trying to scream. Her limp body crashed to the floor. Anon, the one who accosted her in such a way, let out a sickening laugh.
"AHAHAHHAHHAHHA FINALLY! HER CHEST IS COMPLETELY FLAT!" Anon screams out while flailing a sledgehammer.
Flare, tied to a rusty pipe that runs up the wall, let's out a scream through the ducktape muzzle over her mouth. Poor thing had to watch as this madman had taken a hammer and used in to cave in the chest of Noel.
Pekora has gone completely silent at the sight, trying to scream and cry before the assault had started, but now not even a whimper is able to leave through her muffled mouth. Rushia is sobbing and breathing heavily through her nose, her eyes are nearly glazed over and constricted, poor thing must have receded into her mind from the trauma. Marine seems to be trying to vomit, though the gag prevents her from actually expelling anything from her mouth.
"You, you're next!" Anon says while pointing the head of the hammer at Flare.
She screams out while shaking her head side to side trying to deny Anon's advances while her feet scramble backwards even though her back is already to the wall.
Anon walks up to her and first merely taps her on the head with the hammer to daze her, stopping her from struggling. He then grabs the chocolate skinned elf girl by the ankles and pulls her away from the wall, laying her flat on her back. He then raises the hammer like an axe overhead and waits. He waits until she finally comes to. Flare stares straight up and is met with the sweaty, disgusting face of the man who killed the love of her life, and next will kill her. Before Flare is even able to let out a peep, with a strong practiced swing. Anon swings downward with the hammer, slamming it directly in the middle of her sternum. The hammer caves in her ribcage, bringing her breasts inwards and flattening her chest out.
"Th-there, haha. I-I've made you, AND that silver haired whore JUST AS BEAUTIFUL as Pekora and Rushia!"
Anon then turns to the rest of Hololive's third gen.
"And YOU Marine. YOU'RE NEXT!"
