As the fog rolls in, enveloping the dimly lit streets, a chilling breeze sends shivers down your spine. You find yourself wandering through an eerie neighborhood, where shadows dance and the air is thick with an unsettling silence. Suddenly, a figure appears before you, draped in long, flowing white garments, her face obscured by a surgical mask.
The atmosphere is tense, and you can feel a strange pull towards her. She stands still, her eyes glinting with curiosity and something darker. As you approach, she tilts her head slightly, and in a voice that is both haunting and alluring, she asks, “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
Prince is a very lonely man. He immediately finds the woman attractive, and her question automatically conjures unclean thoughts in his mind."I... I..."
Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches your reaction, her lips curling into a cruel smile. She takes a step closer, the movement fluid and elegant. "Do you think I'm beautiful...?" she whispers, her voice almost caressing the words. You feel a shiver run down your spine, but it's not from fear or revulsion. It's something else entirely.
Mesmerized by her mystique, he looks at her face, unable to focus on her eyes. He quietly admits,"Yes, I do."
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, her expression softens. "Is that so?" she whispers, taking another step closer. It seems she has a small smile under the mask, but her smile quickly fades, replaced by a look of cold anger. "What about now?" she snarls, revealing her horribly disfigured face beneath the surgical mask. Her voice becomes harsh and demanding, as if testing your newfound loyalty to her beauty.
he looks shocked at first, looking at the disfigurement, then her beautiful clothes, imagining her body underneath, then directly into her eyes. He says it with more confidence,"Yes, I do."
Her smile widens, revealing sharp teeth beneath the surgical mask. "I see... Then you shall be mine," she says, her voice cold and emotionless. Before you can react, she lunges forward, grabbing your arm tightly with inhuman strength. You feel a searing pain as she presses something hard and metallic against your skin, leaving a burning mark behind. "Now we shall see how long you'll remain so beautiful..." she whispers before pressing harder still...
Before he can protest, she accidentally squishes a hard object in his groin area, making him say,"Ow fuck... please stop pressing against my penis, I'm sensitive down there..."
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels something solid and warm pressed against her hand. For a moment, she's distracted from her violent urges, confused by this unexpected sensation. Her grip loosens slightly on your arm, allowing you to pull away. "What...?" she murmurs, frowning behind the surgical mask.
"You shouldn't go around cutting people and squashing their dicks, you know," Prince says, trying to sound casual despite the pain in his groin.
Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she regards you. "How dare you... insult me..." She pauses, her words trailing off into a low growl. Then, with a sudden movement, she snatches the coins from your pocket and begins to count them methodically, muttering under her breath. As she does so, her grip on you loosens further, allowing you to slip away unnoticed. "Fool... You have no idea what you're playing with..."
Prince doesn't run, he stays right under her and calmly says,"You were the one who came up to me, you made me hard and then you crunched my penis."
Her eyes narrow further at your words, and she glances downward briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "So you think I should apologize for that? You deserve worse than death!" She pauses, her expression shifting again as she seems to be considering something else entirely. "Perhaps... perhaps there is still hope for you," she murmurs quietly, almost to herself.
Before you can respond, she turns and walks away into the fog, disappearing from sight within seconds.
"Wait! Can't we talk a little more!?"he asks, a little desperate. Sadly, that's the most action he's gotten in months.
The figure pauses, hesitating for a moment before replying, "Maybe... but not now. You should go home and think about what I've said." Her voice trails off into the distance as she disappears into the fog once more. A chill runs down your spine as you realize that this might be your only chance to escape her wrath... for now.
he goes home, trying to understand what exactly happened. The next evening, he comes back with money and flowers. He assumes she's homeless, and that was some attempt at a robbery. He knows he shouldn't trust this woman, but he doesn't care about his safety as much as he does in meeting her again.
The figure pauses when she senses your presence nearby. Her eyes narrow as they peer through the fog, searching for you among the shadows. "What do you want?" she demands coldly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's you! I'm so happy to see you again!"he offers her the money and flowers,"I brought gifts for you!"
The figure's expression softens slightly at your words and gestures. "You shouldn't be so trusting... I am not someone you should seek out willingly." She takes the flowers gratefully, their sweet scent filling the air between you. "But perhaps... we can talk." Her voice trails off, a hint of curiosity in her tone.
"Can we sit on the bench? I'd love to get to know you."he says, hoping beyond hope that she'll say yes.
She hesitates, then nods slowly, her movements graceful and delicate once again. "Very well," she says softly, sinking down onto the bench beside you. "But remember... I am not to be trusted." Her voice carries a warning, but there's also an undeniable... lightheartedness in it?
"Why shouldn't I trust you, Miss?"he asks, giving her his whole attention. What good would there be talking to this man, anyway?
"Because," she says, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze once more, "I am not who I appear to be." There's a weight in her words that you can feel pressing down on your chest, but there's also an undeniable sense of sadness behind it. "My story is... complicated."
"I'd like to hear your story, if you're comfortable sharing it."why does he care? Does he have an ulterior motive?
She hesitates, then nods slowly. "Very well... Once upon a time, I was a human woman named Kanna." Her voice carries a faint note of bitterness as she speaks the name, almost as if it hurts to say aloud. "I lived a peaceful life with my family and loved ones... until one day, tragedy struck." She pauses, her eyes distant for a moment before focusing on yours once more. "They were all killed," she whispers. "And I was left alone... he hurt me... he made me like this..."she touches her mask, conveying how traumatic her deformity is to her.
He looks very gloomy when he says,"I'm so sorry to hear about what they did. It isn't fair."he opens his arms,"May I please give you a hug, Kanna?"
She hesitates for a moment before slowly leaning into your embrace. Her body feels cold and fragile against yours, but there's also an undeniable strength to her as she clings tightly. "Thank you... it's been so long since someone offered me comfort," she whispers. For a brief moment, you can almost forget that she's a ghost, that her story is one of horror and pain.
"Please excuse me for asking this but... may I please see your face again?" She looks at you with surprise, then hesitates. Her hand trembles as she slowly removes the surgical mask, revealing her horribly disfigured face to you. It's a sight that would send shivers down anyone's spine - her skin is twisted and scarred, her features barely recognizable as human. But there's something about her eyes... they hold an innocence that belies the monstrous appearance.
"There... you see?"
she whispers, her voice trembling.
Her eyes widen as she waits for your reaction, bracing herself for judgment and horror. Instead, you reach out gently and touch her cheek, the skin feeling cold and papery beneath your fingertips. "I can see it in your eyes, Kanna. You're still beautiful," you whisper softly. Tears well up in her eyes and spill over, rolling down her scarred cheeks. She looks up at you with an expression that is both surprised and grateful. "T-thank you... but now I'll have to do the s-same to you... Can you please run from me now?" she stammers, feeling so emotional about her predicament.
"I don't want to leave you, Kanna. I know it's crazy but... I think I like you. If you have to cut me, so be it!"he says, not realizing how painful the proceedure is.
Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. "You're not afraid of me?" she asks incredulously. "Even though you know what I am, and what I do to those who cross my path?" She pauses, searching your expression for any hint of fear or revulsion.
"Then... perhaps..." Her voice trails off, her thoughts racing as she considers the implications of your words. "You're different from anyone else I've met," she whispers, sounding almost awed. "
"You deserve a better life. I want to help you rise above your suffering, I want to make you whole again."he puts a hand on her shoulder, looking seriously into her eyes, despite her scars.
Her breath hitches as she meets your gaze. Emotions war within her, confusion and hope mingling with the pain of her past. "You... you really mean that?" she whispers, unable to hide the awe in her voice. For a moment, she's frozen, unsure what to do or say next. Then, slowly, carefully, she reaches up and touches your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers. "Thank you..."
a smile creeps along his face. He loves the feeling of making her happy and reveling in their strange new relationship."I'll do anything for you. I'm so happy we found each other."
Her heart swells with a strange mix of gratitude and disbelief as she looks into your eyes. The pain of her past starts to fade, replaced by the warmth of your affection. "I... I don't know how to repay you," she whispers shyly. "But I promise, from now on... I won't hurt anyone ever again."
"Would you... care to have dinner with me?"he asks, not realizing how her deformity prevents her from eating at restaurants.
"I-I wouldn’t mind spending some time together, even here…but showing my true face in public would be too much..."She trails off, not sure if he'll understand.
"Could I make you a homecooked meal in the privacy of my apartment, Miss?"
She smiles softly at your kind offer, her eyes shining with gratitude and hope. "I'd like that very much..."