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This was it. Chloe and Rachel had been called upon to perform in front of the crowd after Tracer’s act had ended spectacularly. Well, spectacularly is hardly the word Chloe or Rachel would have used to describe that torture, but both the production crew and the crowd begged to differ. They’d both been forced to bark like fucking dogs for the past hour, which was humiliating enough in of itself. But this? This was too fucking far.
Neither of them wanted to do this. God, how could anyone in their right fucking mind want to do this?! It was sick, humiliating, perverse, and all around just fucking wrong! But both of them knew that if they didn’t do this then they’d be killed. They had guns trained on them from every angle, even more so than before after that stunt Chloe had pulled earlier. Chloe’d been all but raped at this point, which was more than she could say about that poor blonde sap from earlier.
Both girls walked out onto the stage fully nude. Chloe attempted to slightly cover herself at first, but a disapproving grunt from one of the “production crew” caused her to quickly remove her arms from her bare chest. Both her and Rachel were on the verge of tears as the crowd before them cheered wildly at their entrance. Soon enough, the two had fallen to their knees in the center of the stage, with Chloe clasping Rachel’s soft hands with her own.
“Rachel…” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes as she struggled to speak. “I-I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry… I promise you…. we’re gonna fucking get out of this, you hear me?” Chloe cried through as soft a whisper as she could muster in her state. Rachel had broken down completely at this point, the “angel” breaking down in a fit of tears as she averted Chloe’s gaze for a fleeting moment and then locked eyes with her once again.
“I… I love you, Chloe…” She said through her whines, and Chloe only nodded slowly in response.
“I love you too.” She whispered quietly.
And then, it happened.
The two hesitantly locked lips with each other right there in front of the entire crowd. Their tongues mingled with each other, locked in a constant fierce battle for dominance as the two struggled to stay there on their knees. Both of their cries could be heard by the entire crowd now, specifically Rachel’s, despite their supposed display of passion showing a different emotion entirely.
‘What’s wrong, slut?’ Chloe thought in the back of her mind as she felt herself kissing and fondling Rachel, as well as finally feeling Rachel doing the same to her. ‘We both know you always fucking wanted this.’ She told herself as she sobbed. It’s true, Chloe did always want this. But she didn’t want it to happen like this. She wanted it to be in the privacy of her own bedroom, not at gunpoint at some fucked up play for hundreds of people to see!
“I know what is it like to lose…” Came the voice of none other than Arcadia Bay’s spoiled bitch rich kid: Nathan fucking Prescott. He came into view from the side of the stage, slowly stepping towards the pair, edging closer with every sentence. Was this fucker seriously quoting Thanos right now?
“To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail, nonetheless.”
Step.
“It’s frightening…”
Step.
“Turns the legs to jelly.”
Nathan stood over the two now, brandishing a rather sharp scythe before them. He held it over their heads and looked at it in almost awe. Their reflection in the scythe was present before the crowd as he held it above the pair.
“I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives all the same. And now it’s here. Or should I say...”
SCHLING!!!
With one fatal swoop, Nathan cleaved Rachel’s head clean off her body. Blood spurt out the chasm where her head once lied and landed on Chloe, causing the punk to simultaneously scream and vomit violently at the same time, almost passing out from all the stress brought on by the situation alone.
“I am.”
Nathan proceeded to kneel down right in the pool of blood that had formed beside Rachel’s body before picking up the head of the supposed angel and holding it directly in front of Chloe’s face.
“Finish.” He demanded expectantly.
“W-what?” Chloe whispered as she glanced up at the boy, tears rolling down her face as she glanced up at him, confused as to what he meant.
“Finish the act. Or your head.” Nathan said, the notion now clear as day to Chloe. N-no… no! She couldn’t! But she knew he was dead serious. She knew that the same fate would befall her if she refused, or perhaps even what had befell Tracer in the act before. She truly had no other choice.
Sobbing loudly, Chloe’s trembling palms took hold of Rachel’s decapitated head. “Rachel! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!” She shouted in agony as she leaned in and began making out with the head with just as much vigor as before, as well as sobs which were twice as loud.
This was truly hell.
Akibahara
“P-please, no… N-no more…” was all he managed to get out in protest, a feeble whisper under his breath as he watched Rachel’s head being cleaved from her body. Those invisible hands held his head there to watch as Chloe was made to continue the depraved scene with the severed head of her friend, desperate tears finally escaping Toshinori’s eyes.
And in his ears, All For One laughed.
Vaati watched in stunned silence at the horrid display before him. "You know what, I want to go back to being sealed please. I have had enough human fuckery for the next millennia." He squeaks out from his spot in Pandora's Cleavage. "Crazy Lady, Take me away from this place, before I start petrifying people."
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