Valerie
Cruuunchhhhhh-snap.
The unholy grew more and more heartbreaking until it just cut short like a string placed under a burden far too great. Theaw inspiring fangs, the symbol of her pride as the King of the Night, shattered before Aruna. But they didn't crack into a thousand pieces, not they were torn right out at the root, falling at the floor before him with an awful clang
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His words didn't register, since couldn't even see him, all she was, everything was the blinding white hot never ending pain, it was the worst, not even being split in half could compare to this. Her fangs weren't just a physical part of her body, but rather a spiritual component, a component that had now been so mercilessly torn away at an agonizing slow pace, allowing her to experience every instance in full detail, made even worse by her heightened senses.
Craaack.
The floor creaked before shattering in the face of her grasping hands, desperately reaching to end it, to end the one behind this. She twitched and turned, tearing muscle groups one after another as she struggled against the dark chains hopelessly. Loud ecstatic howls followed, as she clawed clawed clawed, clawed at the floor, clawed at the world, the everything, clawed at herself.
Until her fingers broke as they were ground into dust, and then regrow turn into dust, regrow, dust, grow.....
Pain.