“Not the kind of hunger, I usually feed, but sure!” The feminine eldritch creature said. “But you may be reconsidering in just a bit.”
Before the Tamaranian could say anything, the creature lunged at her, placing one hand over her mouth and nose, the other hand on the back of Blackfire’s head, and gripping her shoulders with her hand-like feet, and then began to slowly, weakly at first, pull her head away from her shoulders.
Blackfire, unable to breathe but able to take it for now, moved her hands to the creature’s body, trying to get it off her, but finding it very, very difficult to even move her. It was like grabbing wet clay, but she could not tear it apart. She tried to use her energy attacks, her hands and eyes glowing, but her attacks did nothing to stop the creature, only leaving smoky, burnt marks where they hit.
“None of that. Just enjoy the feelings of your muscles straining and your breath running out. If you still have your pancreas, you’ll feel a rush of oxygen in a few seconds.” The creature said calmly, casually even.
For Blackfire, it felt like her lungs were going to burst and her neck was tearing like paper, her shoulders were beginning to ache from the pressure on them, and her eyes began to water.
She had asked to be killed painfully, yes, but this was not what she had been expecting.
After several more seconds, she felt the rush, but she also felt a ripping in her throat as her eyes began to water and roll backwards in her head.
Her vision went white for just a second, and then she felt the pressure on her body immediately leave and the hands move from her head. With that done, she took in a deep breath of the sweet, life saving and prolonging air.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.