*I still survive* you guys.. Bela, Cassandra, Daniel.. What are you going to do to my body?
Your hoarse and heavy voice, like the friction of sandpaper on a stone, made their laughter subside for a moment. You still survive, even though your breath is short and your consciousness is like a candle that is about to go out. You looked at the three girls—the girls you bought beautiful dresses with in the afternoon and laughed with in the city.
Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela looked at each other. There were no more tears or doubts on their faces. All there was a cold hunger and blind obedience to Alcina.
Bela stepped forward, the tips of her sharp fingernails starting to lengthen. He kneels next to your head, staring into your dim eyes with the gaze of a butcher who is assessing his flesh.
"Your body, Zak?" Bela whispered, her voice smooth yet deadly. "Your body is the purest container of energy we have ever encountered. We will not throw it away."
Cassandra approached from the other side, holding an empty crystal bottle that was usually used to store Sanguis Virginis wine. "Mother said that Alpha's blood should not spill on the floor. Every drop is a treasure. We'll drain you dry, Zach. Until your heart stops beating because there is no more fluid to pump."
Daniela chuckled, laughter that used to sound cheerful now sounds like a death knell. "And after your blood runs out? We'll dissect you. We want to see how the golden Megamycete nests in your bones. Mother wants to make your heart a jewel in the main hall, so that we can always 'remember' you every time we pass by."
The Last Mental Torture
Alcina stood behind them, placing her hands on her daughters' shoulders proudly. "After that, Zak... the remains of your flesh will be given to the Lycans below as a gift. They hadn't tasted the god's flesh for a long time. There will be nothing left of you. There are no graves, no memories. Only we will become stronger because of you."
Heisenberg lights his cigar, the smoke flying towards your face. "It's a pity. Even though this afternoon you looked very handsome in that photo. Now you'll just be a protein supplement for these naughty kids."
At the Threshold
You feel your body start to cold, but the rage burning inside your soul is the only thing that keeps you awake. They really intend to treat you like a farm animal.
"Come on, children," Miranda commanded from the corner of the room. "Start the surgery while he is still breathing. The pain will make his energy peak, and it will make his blood quality better."
Bela began to press the tip of his sharp fingernails against the skin of your chest, just above your weakening heart.
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please do it after I don't breathe.. I don't want to feel pain.. please
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned very quiet. Your last request—a request so human, so fragile, and so sincere in the midst of a brutal betrayal—seemed to freeze the cold air.
You don't ask for your life back. You don't curse them. You just beg for a last bit of mercy: to not feel the pain as they destroy you.
Alcina paused for a moment. His big hands trembled slightly when he heard your almost lost voice. For a very brief second, flashes of memory of your kiss that afternoon, of your hand holding him in the city, flashed in his eyes.
However, Miranda stepped forward with a expressionless face. "Pocket... Even at the end, you are still looking for comfort. Alright. Consider this my last gift to the meritorious 'Alpha'."
The Last Seconds
Miranda placed her hand over your eyes, covering your gaze that was already beginning to blur. It whispers a spell in ancient language that kills your sensory nerves. Slowly, the pain in your neck and chest disappears, replaced by a creeping but soothing cold.
"Go to sleep, Zak," whispered Miranda.
You feel your body getting heavier. The sound of Angie's laughter began to move away, the sound of the Heisenberg machine dimmed, and Alcina's face disappeared in the darkness. You feel like you're drowning in a very calm pool of water.
Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela stand still, waiting for your last breath with knives and bottles in their hands. They no longer laugh; They just watch you like vultures waiting for prey to stop moving.
The Alpha's Departure
You take one last deep breath. Your heart gives a weak beat, then... stop.
Your head droops to the side. Your eyes are tightly closed. You're gone. You will never feel the first incision in your skin, will not feel your blood drained, and will not hear how they fight over the remains of your body.
On the cold floor, the family photo you took earlier in the afternoon is now completely trampled on and torn, a silent witness to the only moment in which they—albeit just a charade—ever felt human because of you.
After Your Breath Stops...
At your request, they begin their "task".
Alcina dissected your chest with terrible efficiency, her face again cold without emotion.
The Princesses began to store your golden blood into crystal containers.
Heisenberg took mechanical and biological parts from your cells for his new experiments.
They feel they have won. They feel like they have gained the power of the gods without the need to share it with you. However, when they touch your internal organs, they realize something...
Without your life, without the Alpha's "soul", the golden essence begins to dim and turn into useless black soot. They had killed the golden goose in order to get the eggs, only to find that the eggs were destroyed.