Alright! Here it goes. I apologize in advance, the scene is lengthy and the ending is going to be crappy because I had the whole death scene saved but the end was deleted so I had to remake it and it isn't as good as the original.
Darnkess enveloped Cybele, concealing her beaten and bruised form. She had been selected, and knew her time alive was now limited. The last several hours of confinement had felt like a millenia of anguish, and her innards knotted and constricted at the thought of a grizzly death.
"Are you ready to begin?" Kloud inquired cooly, voice cleaving through the thick veil of shadow.
"Begin what?" Cybele asked, her voice trembling from the labored effort to speak. She already knew what was coming.
"The end, of course."
Lights affized to the low-lying ceiling flickered on one by one, bathing Cybele's prison in a dull yet eerie glow. The walls of the confines were white washed and bare, mirroring the room's absence of decor save the steel-topped table to which Cybele was bound.
"Where am I?" gasped Cybele as she jerked her arms and legs in a desparate attempt to break free. She was rewarded with searing pain that burned both her wrists and ankles before pulsing through her body. Her eyes shot open and she jerked her head violently to inspect her wrists. Both were wrapped in thick coils of barbed wire that were then attached to slowly rotating cogs. Every time she stirred, the cogs moved as well, tigthening the barbed wire manacles. The razor sharp metal had buried deep into both her wrists and ankles, and blood was now freely flowing in perpetual streams down her arms before pooling on the table about her.
"AND WHO ARE YOU!?!" Cybele cried, eyes stinging as tears stained her cheeks.
"You are in your tomb. My name is Kloud, and I will be your exectioner for the day."
Cybele thrased about violently as Kloud drew closer, holding an object behind his back. The cogs sped their rotations to match Cybele's movements, pulling the barbed wire so tight that now her restraints had sliced down deep and their movement was temporarily stopped by bone. She had lost a lot of blood, and pangs of nausea and disorientation began to sweep over her. Her arms and legs had gone numb, and had turned a sickening shade of purple.
"AHHH please, LET ME GO! I will elect you, I will stand behind you no matter what! Spare me, PLEASE!"
"There, there," Kloud said as he gazed down upon his victim. "No need to cry, you
did
vote for me, but others spoke out for your death. I, sticking to my word, will oblige. This will hurt me more than it will you," he chuckled, relishing the fact that Cybele had once been a sadistic executioner herself, but had stooped so low as to be for life. He had no intention of granting mercy, and summoned from behind his back his instrument of death: a teapot. You see, a harmless kettle. You look parched."
And with that, Kloud inclined the teapot downward, directly above Cybele’s exposed abdomen. Liquid began to sputter out. . .but it wasn’t tea. Cybele howled in pain as acid danced upon her flesh, burning it away before ravenously eating away at the muscle, then attacking the internal organs. Body fluids jutted upward from Cybele’s form like geysers, drenching Kloud and the rest of the room as he continued his administration of death. Cybele moaned in agony as her muscles spasmed. Her eyes were bulbous and bloodshot, while the veins in her neck bulged outward before exploding and spraying blood across the ceiling. Kloud leaned in, observing the rise and fall of her chest with euphoria. But he was losing interest, and decided to finally finish the job. He shoved the spout into her mouth and drained the teapot of its contents. Kloud listened in absolute delight as the acid corroded her throat before burning into her brain, causing Cybele to spasm once more before gurgling her last bloody wheeze.
Kloud deftly tossed the teapot aside, turned on his heels, and merrily began to canter out of the room, pleased with his craft. The lifeless remain of Cybele lay on the table, her hands and feet severed from her arms and legs with that last spasm. Blood bathed the room, and the thick scent of salt and copper wafted in the air. Kloud breathed deeply as he opened the door to exit.
“I love my job.”
Cybele, victim, eaten alive by acid.
) the proposal.
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*spurt spurt* vengeance will be sweet *spurt spurt*
So I gleefully killed you by means of pouring acid out of a tea pot onto you. How about turning that other (non-festering) cheek?