As long as nothing came along to knock her down, Veronica would be on display in front of the cave until her flesh rotted away and her bones turned to dust. Caroline stepped back and admired her gruesome creation. “Now that’s true art. Aren’t you just beautiful?” she asked.
Veronica could only respond with a weak gurgle.
“Oh,” Caroline gasped and smiled. “Thanks for reminding me.” She unsheathed her knife and stepped closer to Veronica. She reached up, pinching down on her right nipple and pulling it forward. She sliced through the flap of skin easily enough, gaining a livelier gurgle from Veronica. She did the same to the scribe’s left nipple, slipping them both into her pocket to join her growing collection.
“You haven’t died yet,” Caroline commented. “So chances are I didn’t knick anything vital when I impaled you. You’re mounted high enough off the ground that most of the desert critters shouldn’t be able to reach you. We’re not too far off the trade routes, so it’s possible someone might find you. Maybe they’ll even be nice enough to try and save you. Not that there’s much to salvage. If they’re really nice, they’ll pop a round in your head and bury you after a little bit of necro-molestation.” Caroline smirked. “Don’t think there are too many people that nice in the world. No, I imagine if someone does find you, they’ll take you down, sodomize the fuck out of you, cook you, and eat you.” She giggled. “At least, that’s what I’ll be imagining when I finger bang myself to sleep at night.”
Caroline offered the scribe a wave, even though there was no way for Veronica to see it. “It’s been fun. You came close to beating me. Closer than anyone else ever has. I’m leaving you here, alive, like this, as a sign of respect. The bruises and busted ribs you gave me will heal, but the memory of what we did here today, that’ll stick around. And so will your body. A reminder to this world of what a thrilling victim you were. Of course, the only ones who’ll really know that are me and you, but maybe that’s enough. So long, Veronica.”
Turning, Caroline left the cave entrance, leaving the mewling, limbless, blinded slab of meat that had been Veronica Santangelo in her wake.
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Veronica could only respond with a weak gurgle.
“Oh,” Caroline gasped and smiled. “Thanks for reminding me.” She unsheathed her knife and stepped closer to Veronica. She reached up, pinching down on her right nipple and pulling it forward. She sliced through the flap of skin easily enough, gaining a livelier gurgle from Veronica. She did the same to the scribe’s left nipple, slipping them both into her pocket to join her growing collection.
“You haven’t died yet,” Caroline commented. “So chances are I didn’t knick anything vital when I impaled you. You’re mounted high enough off the ground that most of the desert critters shouldn’t be able to reach you. We’re not too far off the trade routes, so it’s possible someone might find you. Maybe they’ll even be nice enough to try and save you. Not that there’s much to salvage. If they’re really nice, they’ll pop a round in your head and bury you after a little bit of necro-molestation.” Caroline smirked. “Don’t think there are too many people that nice in the world. No, I imagine if someone does find you, they’ll take you down, sodomize the fuck out of you, cook you, and eat you.” She giggled. “At least, that’s what I’ll be imagining when I finger bang myself to sleep at night.”
Caroline offered the scribe a wave, even though there was no way for Veronica to see it. “It’s been fun. You came close to beating me. Closer than anyone else ever has. I’m leaving you here, alive, like this, as a sign of respect. The bruises and busted ribs you gave me will heal, but the memory of what we did here today, that’ll stick around. And so will your body. A reminder to this world of what a thrilling victim you were. Of course, the only ones who’ll really know that are me and you, but maybe that’s enough. So long, Veronica.”
Turning, Caroline left the cave entrance, leaving the mewling, limbless, blinded slab of meat that had been Veronica Santangelo in her wake.