ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

“I never had the intention of hurting you…”. As she simply turned her head to the side and closed her hands, making them crack loudly.

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The creature pushed her away, flipping that girl off with a singular pelvic thrust that allow her to bend her own back furiously. That body was then bent to the point all the souls would suddenly shoot out of that body.

“Those marks on your top say otherwise…I could have crushed your torso if I let it happen…”. As she sighed, letting herself sink upon that warm lap.

“…you could hand died”. Said the ghoul from her position, looking up at that massive woman.

That woman remained there for hours on end, slowly awakening the morning after with cuts all over her body, yet no blood flowing. All thanks to the possession, now she just needs to bandage her limbs.

Her tongue slides back in an attempt to escape those kisses as Charissa pushes her own head forward despite all the thrashing that nearly flings Amelia off. That ghoul is experiencing a violent battle for control.

At that point, Charissa is fully unconscious, unable to awaken so soon.

Charissa’s body twitches savagely, bouncing up and down without any sense of form. Her body is attempting to fight back against the power of curses, with the eyes on her body darting uncontrollably.

The cursed beings are slowly getting tired of fighting back against Charissa and Alexandra. Until the point they were all suddenly expelled out of her body, with energy flowing everywhere and her body going back to its regular state.

They are sinking those hands against the Rat’s torso, threatening to crush her ribs while the actual owner of the body is avoiding any damage to her significant other.

Its releases an awful screech before it tried to snap out, as Charissa is fighting from the inside, shooting tar out of her mouth until it suddenly collapsed . Dropping to the ground with a loud thud.

It’s face it’s splitting open, jaw spread wide like a lion ready to cut her face off. It’s taking every single atom in Charissa’s ethereal being to keep the body in check and make sure they do not proceed.

It’s soothing the hive,even if they’re making an attempt to chop that face off, but there is no pressure behind the touches. As it feels like their brains are slowly melting away.

The hug breaks nearly immediately, as that creature attempted to cut the head off that young detective, but her claws were unable to actually close around her neck. Stopping several inches away. “…Ꮈ|ɘꙅɿuoʏ ɘvɒꙄ”. A voice managed to come out as the real deal fights inside.

They are thrashing violently, growling and spitting curses in many languages. So much so that the many eyes surrounding that figure are now glaring at the rat, trying to force her to release them.

“ɘɿuƚɒɘɿɔ ɔiƚɘʜƚɒq ,ʏɒw ɿuo Ꮈo ƚuO”. Claws aimed towards that young blonde, serving as the only warning she would receive.

They scream. Fury and confusion taking over as they make attempts to break away from the hold yet they remain in places. Sharp claws unable to lash through skin since the body’s original soul is restricting the movements.

Petting? . Nurturing?. What an odd sensation, as those accumulated, overflowing spirits had not sense such a thing before.

“ꙅꙅi|d ɒ ʜɔuꙅ ꙅi ɘɔᴎɒɿoᴎǫI”. That woman spoke while aiming her index finger towards that creature, as it feels like the air is growing colder. Animosity increases with every passing second, danger arising along the way.

ǫᴎiʞɒɘɿᙠ. ǫᴎiʜꙅɒ⅃. ǫᴎiqqɒᴎꙄ. …ᴎɒɔ ||iƚꙅ uoʏ ɘ|iʜw ᴎuЯ. ʇ̸ǝ̸ʎ̸ n̸o̸ʎ̸ p̸u̸n̸o̸ɟ̸ ʇ̸’̸u̸ǝ̸ʌ̸ɐ̸ɥ̸ ʎ̸ǝ̸ɥ̸ꓕ̸