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tampered2008-01-17 01:14 am
twinpistols.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-01-17 01:14 am
Log; Ongoing
When; Thursday, January 17
Rating; R
Characters; Matako Kijima (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twinpistols) and Bansai Kawakami (writingurlyrics)
Summary; Fun and games with Ophelia ends in no fun for Matako.
Log;
Breathing was laborious. Each intake came with a sharp ache, jagged edge slicing against injured chest muscles. Matako's legs, ass and face were sticky with a mixture of strange fluid and blood from the wounds across her skin. Every brush against the wood flooring of her bedroom irritated her body causing her to hiss in pain and her to try to spit out the bitter aftertaste locked between her lips.
Fucking Ophelia.
The least she could do right now was die with honor. She was of no use to Shinsuke-sama in this condition. The man would kill her himself if Bansai didn't make it to where she laid on her back right now, staring at the ceiling, nude but for the red marks on the surface of her skin. Her vision was blurry and Matako was sure death would be coming soon. It just needed a kickstart.
Rating; R
Characters; Matako Kijima (
twinpistols) and Bansai Kawakami (writingurlyrics)Summary; Fun and games with Ophelia ends in no fun for Matako.
Log;
Breathing was laborious. Each intake came with a sharp ache, jagged edge slicing against injured chest muscles. Matako's legs, ass and face were sticky with a mixture of strange fluid and blood from the wounds across her skin. Every brush against the wood flooring of her bedroom irritated her body causing her to hiss in pain and her to try to spit out the bitter aftertaste locked between her lips.
Fucking Ophelia.
The least she could do right now was die with honor. She was of no use to Shinsuke-sama in this condition. The man would kill her himself if Bansai didn't make it to where she laid on her back right now, staring at the ceiling, nude but for the red marks on the surface of her skin. Her vision was blurry and Matako was sure death would be coming soon. It just needed a kickstart.