18+ Private ✪ Finweald Metamorphic Monstrosity; What if Candlewax Could Feel Pain?

[Tenshi]

This thread is marked 18+ due to the intended use of textual depictions of gore.
Please don't read this thread if you are uncomfortable with body horror or excessive violence.​

Preamble

It had been a long week. A loooooong week, even, in every sense of the word. Tenshi's usual duo partner had given her the forewarning that his schedule was about to keep him busy for a couple weeks, leaving the tigress to game alone for the next while. While doing some of the more meager quests for the sake of lore collection and general progression, she found something interesting she wanted to check out.

Apparently there was a special bazaar open once a week in Finweald, and she had some pretty intense motivations to find it. Nothing she would admit to, not even to Sai. She wasn't as carefree and positive of a person as he was. She had her foci, her issues, and she had to address them or she would never get them out of her head. That was why, after wrapping up a few hunting quests out in Western Brisshal back to back, she decided to log out beneath a bridge lower down in the cityscape where she found almost nobody else wandering. It would certainly save on paying for an inn, even if she had to close off a bit early the next time she played due to a crummy rest meter recharge rate.

Truly, the ability to craft beds was the overpowered build in this game.

But she loved her own build too much to reconsider it now, and had logged out to leave herself to rest while she mopped up her real life ongoings for a couple days. For one, she had been letting chores pile up while playing with Sai while she still had the chance, and two, her work had become incredibly busy due to a high turnover rate. As a result, she was even more unrested in real life than she had worried she would be in game. Thankfully, at least the game was something to look forward to. A body she was comfortable in, and a lifestyle far more fulfilling than baking pastries for dollars above minimum wage.

That was why she worked super hard this last couple days in particular, so she could actually relax and enjoy her next couple days in Terrasphere, like a two-day vacation. After all those chores, and all those long hours preceding them, it was finally time to log back in.

Her hopes of paradise weren't only dashed immediately, but to a disorienting extreme, as Tenshi hunched over forward in pain. "HHHhhhhhaaaaahhhhh.....!" She let out a noise that could only be described as 'coping' as the feeling of thick needles sticking through her flesh seemed to crawl all up the insides of her arms. While most of it could be felt in her hands and particularly her fingertips, the true pain came from the squeamishness that made her stumble forward several steps as she saw horrifying claw nails sticking out of her forearm like spines. Most of the unnerving feelings she was going through came from how vividly she could feel it all. Those claws, those misshapen extensions of her anatomy, they all had nerves.

As she huffed for air to keep herself calm in the world now spinning around her, she couldn't help but to feel at the claws and even pluck one backwards a tiny bit. She immediately came to regret it as a stunning, paralyzing pain shot through her body from the claw to each other appendage, including her ears and the back of her head. Her teeth gritted, her spine contorted, and she began to have lapses in her vision. It was that thing people always wrote about, or tried to convey in action-oriented anime pretty often, where you go through so much pain and shock that you literally lose control of yourself. She knew it now, as her own senses were failing her. Every time she moved, some other part of her tried to move, and with it came another wave of paralyzing, disorienting pain.

With each wave of pain, her ears seized and perked up as all she could hear was a high-pitched noise and the silence it brought with it. With each wave of pain, her vision wavered, and sometimes she sword she was seeing in blue or in green, but more often than not, it was either red or nothing at all. With each wave of pain, the smell of iron stained her nostrils and she began to drool a thin, clear, watery saliva as her body sent out every signal it could to try and find a solution... But it couldn't.

Tenshi slammed her claws against the wall, putting some pretty impressive scratches in the fine architecture of the bridge's underside. She wasn't even trying to. She really had lost control of herself. The tigress was in hell. Even as she tried to make the miniscule movements to open her palm menu, she couldn't even keep it open for long enough to do anything as her body lashed against the waves of intense pain. Eventually the thought crossed her head that logging out might be the worst thing she could do. While very little coherent thoughts actually came to her at the moment, she still felt very primal things quite easily--perhaps even more easily than before--such as a fear of letting Sai see her like this.

She couldn't let him see her like this. She couldn't. That could not even be allowed to happen. How would he be carefree while Tenshi was in a state such as this? How was she supposed to continue being the creature of grace and poise that she strove to be after he saw her like this?!

The partially disfigured metamorph tried to call for help, or to sink to her knees, or anything, but instead she felt something stab through her throat from inside, and between the horror of thinking what it could possibly have been and the excruciating pain it had caused her, she let out the only noise she could. A primal, barely-human roar to the evening air of Finweald as the only other things that left her were the blood from around her tender claws and the tears from her eyes. Maybe someone might mistake her for some sort of monster, but... maybe death would be better than whatever this was. Whatever karmic retribution she was enduring currently.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

The source of that terrible sound was not unlike the cry of a wildcat in heat, largely in that it only attracted a very specific clientele.

There were three types of people in Finweald. The first were those adventurers, eager and excited to go off on their adventures, and to help when others were in need. Unfortunately, when those in need sounded like they were suffering in the moment, that sort was nowhere to be found. A pity, because the poor soul could have used the help of any one of them.

Next came the squeamish type, the ones who found their interest piqued by the alarming orchestra of bodily harm that emanated from the woman as she went through the throes and contortion that came with the innate weaponry she had undoubtedly chosen for herself without any knowledge of this exact circumstance. They hurried to see what was the problem, and when faced with it, they deigned instead to avert their gaze or hurry away in hopes of forgetting what they had seen altogether.

And then there was Jin.

Unwavering crimson eyes watched the woman as her body convulsed. He could taste the blood in the air that came from the process, not wholly different from that of a human, but markedly different. The composition was similar enough that it was distinctly metallic, acrid, and deliciously bitter. Coupled with that blood was perhaps his second favorite thing.

"You appear to be in no small amount of pain," the Bloodsworn opened without any pretense. There was no point in proper introductions. With the amount of agony wracking her frail form, she wouldn't remember his name if he gave it. Instead, he did what any good Samaritan ought and sought immediate consent. "May I have permission to assist you?" he asked.

It did not matter the method if it yielded results, he wagered, and in her condition anything constituted "better than this."

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

"You appear-"

Tenshi's eyes trailed over to face the only external sensation she had been able to feel since she'd logged in, that of a man approaching. He said something, certainly, but it quickly became blurred out as she tried to turn just a bit to see him, causing that high pitched ringing to deafen her again. At least for a number of seconds, a moment that felt far too long. Once it had ended, she heard something which almost made the tears in her eyes double on the spot.

"-assist you?"

She had been huffing roughly for air as she tensely maintained her exact stance however awkward it was, just in the hopes of being able to hear him speak again. Now that she had, she could take the risk of moving again, and her hoarse voice manage to gargle out... well, something akin to words even through the blood of the malformed transformation in her throat.

"Hhh....haaahhhllh..." The tigress's fairer voice managed to clumsily sing out. Moving her jaw, she knew that would hurt the worst, so she didn't. It wasn't the most broad pain she could feel, but if she had to choose between pulling out her claws by hand or moving her jaw, it was up in the air as to which would be the more preferable option. She suddenly buckled forward from... honestly, she didn't know. Another tender nerve somewhere on her body, certainly, but she couldn't even pinpoint from where anymore. Her vision faded for a moment, and next she knew, she was arching her back in an uncomfortable contortion of angles once again as she howled in agony once again.

The things she wished she could say to this man. 'Screw it, do whatever, I don't care just make it stop, log me out, kill me, cut off my arms, something, anything, do it.'

Maybe it was a good thing she couldn't really talk at the moment.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

The creature appeared to be in that transcendent state beyond pain as she looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for liberation. Suffering like one might see in a tortured victim- though how this particular man knew what a torture victim's expression looked like were thoughts best left to the imagination- matched his gaze, albeit unevenly, and he frowned.

That was no good. Verbal consent was the next best thing to written consent, and at present, she could not give either. Jin sighed. "The best I can hope for is a Good Samaritan law, I suppose," he muttered beneath his breath. Those were the clauses in some of the United States about rendering aid to an unconscious person who could not give consent, until such a time as they were able to give or revoke it of their own, cognizant volition.

It would not do for him to be disciplined for his actions, well-intended as they were... or perhaps, were not.

Details.

When her voice wailed into another garbled amalgam of sounds, he decided to take liberties. "Well, I'm not just going to sit by and watch," he said offhand as he took a step closer. He wanted to feel that pain for himself. It was a perverse notion, but so many times he had been denied the sensation, and seeing it up close like this... he felt just the slightest tinge of envy.

"No, in fact," his voice became quiet again as his fingers traced her flesh, moving over the spasm-riddled musculature from elbow to wrist, assessing. "I am wholly unwilling to allow this opportunity to pass me by."

It was impossibly rare to find such an event in the wild, and yet, Jin managed to find a Beastwoman molting her natural weapons in the middle of Finweald. It was the perfect opportunity to see how the process worked, and if in fact their bodies functioned explicitly in the same manner as the creature they had opted to emulate. He could feel the tension moving through her ligaments, the tendons, and even the bones. Her pain must have been exquisite, because the blood was pumping hard and fast, and her heart was racing. His fingers danced carefully over her molting claws, testing their hardness, pushing at them, seeking to discern how ready they were to simply fall away.

He frowned. "My, but this is a tedious process," he observed. "These are nowhere near prepared to fall out." Based on his initial load-bearing analysis, the molting was only in its beginning stages. He quirked an eyebrow at that point. This goes on over the course of several days? How utterly inconvenient. Who would willfully take this on themselves-

It was at this point he realized that the game only offered the option, and not the inherent drawbacks of choosing said option.

How utterly devious.

She was bucking and buckling beneath immense unseen pressure, but now Jin was holding her body aloft, pulled close to his chest. It was like an insidious, hideous dance, almost sensual but for the horrific sounds and discordant writhing of her body.

"Fortunately, I believe I have a solution."

The Bloodsworn squeezed his palm around the sharpness of a claw, releasing a sudden and warm flow of blood. He lifted her arm a bit, allowing the sudden flow of his own essence to seep down over her wrist, down to the matrix of the protruding nail. "This may hur- you know, I doubt you care about that at this point."

Suddenly, gracelessly, unceremoniously, he wrenched the woman's wrist backward, placing extreme pressure on the nail, forcing it back against the grain. His blood flowed down in copious amounts as he forced the claw through his palm; and his bone ripped the talon backward, prying it out of place like a crowbar.

With a breathless gasp of delight, Jin shivered in mute ecstasy.

His blood continued to seep down, now intermingling with the woman's own at a newly minted point of entry.

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

Even as he did as gently as using her claw to puncture the surface of his palm, she winced.

There was a severe discomfort to this whole situation. Not just in the classical sense of being physically uncomfortable, but having a fever in bed was a lot different from having a fever at the park. Just being in a relaxing atmosphere, some sort of safe zone, made the physical duress easier for people to bear. This was a lot like that. She wasn't out in the forest, confident that she had the freedom to scream in pain as needed. She was in the capital. The capital. And she was making a huge scene. Would people forget they ever saw her, or would they remember this sort of thing forever?

It was that embarrassment and the way the man had pulled her against him to prop her up that made her feel so helpless. Not the kind where people wait on you hand and foot because they care about you or want to make you feel better, but the kind where literally anything could come of it and she wouldn't be able to do anything but lash out in pain. Maybe it'd work. She was pretty strong...

But nothing of the sort or otherwise happened. Instead, the man started bending her wrist back, and her entire body convulsed against him, not that it could move much as a result. She whined, and hissed, and cried out in pain as her nail was removed in the most barbaric way she could have imagined: literally by hand.

It was only then that the tigress finally felt something she should have been feeling a lot sooner. Usually when the body is in intense pain, or the mind is under intense stress, people get a numbing shot of endorphins from their own brain. That was how it was supposed to work, wasn't it? But only now, as her eyes couldn't help but to glance at the atrocious wound left in her arm and the hot blood of the man crossing it, did she get any such release from the situation. Was it because she was still changing internally? Was it some quality of being a beastfolk that she didn't know about?

"Nnnnnnnhhhhh...." She pressed her head against him with an impressive amount of force as she coped with the new sensation of relief trying to lure her into a false sense of security. Truly, Tenshi was a beastfolk for as much standing force as she could apply even to the veteran player. Then again, who knew how overclocked her muscles were beneath all the mutations and fur about her surface? Well, Tenshi did, but she couldn't really communicate with the man--not yet.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

His eyes darted to the cracking and whining of bone as it resisted him in vain. The human body was resilient, particularly so in the case of bone. The exception was clear in this situation, for a creature that deviated in terms of physiology and had to shed portions of its skeletal structure on principle. A natural tool that, under most circumstances, would not give under pressure stood no match against the bones and sinew of his hand, held steadily and used as a fulcrum. He pulled his hand back and clenched it into a fist, looking over the new protrusion with vague interest.

His fingers splayed again, and blood spewed from around the claw. "Fascinating," he murmured as he reached over and pried the foreign element free. It clattered to the ground, and a deluge of his viscera followed.

"You should be feeling it momentarily,"he told her, still staring at his hand. The wound writhed and twisted, stemming the flow of his blood. His gaze moved to her.

"My blood is cursed." He said it so suddenly, so nonchalant that it sounded completely normal. The reality was that his magic was entirely invective. He was so used to the sensation that it was as nothing to him now, and normally, he only ever used this sort of method on beasts. This was the perfect opportunity to see how a living, rational being responded.

Like a cold front meeting warmth and birthing a storm, their blood coalesced in her veins. The flow of vitae he had introduced to her system was corrupting, wild, harsh, and oppressive. The curse bonded with her red blood cells, spreading like cancer, running throughout her system. Unlike her own cold blood, his was feverish, liquid fire.

With surgical precision, he centered his control over her hand, reaching up to touch it with his own. Instead of a gentle touch, he took her wrist firmly so that she could not wriggle around.

On command, the blood vessels that had engorged around the claws of her hand burst. Lysis. Cellular Suicide. The inflammation around the claws were holding them in place with pressure, which in turn caused her no small amount of pain. It was akin to an ingrown nail, if he had to make a distant connection. Sudden and rapid cell death on that scale was intense and caused a dissonant response in the body. When the blood in an area suddenly stopped being there, the region was deprived of oxygen, among other things. Without oxygen or blood flow, it became immediately numb.

New blood flooded the area quickly, replacing numbness with the discomfort of pins and needles, but even that was preferable to mind-shattering pain.

Right?

"Now..."

His blood curse flooded even faster now, reaching the tips of her fingertips. and began to sever the lingering connections between flesh, muscle, and claw. The blood cleaved violently from within, blades of her own blood sawing away the offensive biomatter. Normally, he postulated that the new claw would push the old out over the course of a week.

This would leave the area raw and susceptible to infection, but with proper care, there would be markedly less pain. Relatively less, anyway.

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

Despite just having gotten the first taste of endorphins injected through her body, it wasn't anywhere near enough to be any sort of effective. As she took a couple of shaky breaths without forcibly convulsing, she swore she had lost consciousness for at least half of one. The sort of pain she was going through was unheard of. Between dental surgery and giving birth, Tenshi was pretty sure nothing could be worse than those two things without torture implements being involved.

Yet here she was, stunned from the tender nerves of her bestial extremities. Dizzy and reeling every time her entire body folded in response. Her legs were trembling a bit after having her entire claw bent backwards until it was pulled out of her flesh with little to no regard for the nerves left exposed to the clear and searing air of Finweald. Not to mention her wrist on top of that, which had left her entire hand wishing it could scream in pain with a mouth of its own.

"You should be feeling it momentarily."

And this man, was he even trying to help her in the first place? She could barely understand him, much less see him, as he had initially walked up to her. An unbearably itchy pit grew in her chest, and the tigress could only just muster the willpower to not become nauseated immediately at the thought of something mutating inside of her chest. Or perhaps it was that cursed blood he'd been talking about, as her entire bloodstream felt as though it was boiling. She could see one of the bars on her UI start flashing red, and while she wasn't awake and aware enough anymore to actually see more than a blur's worth of information, she was very used to having to watch that bar in particular.

It was a temperature warning. One that kept flashing red obnoxiously, taunting her, mocking her, because she wanted to play this game. It became her new headache. She asked for this, it said. This suffering should be nothing compared to that which you've felt your whole life in the outside world. Doesn't it outweigh this, TENSHI? Do you still believe any amount of suffering was worth this body, TENSHI? You're being tested now, TENSHI. Don't fail, TENSHI.

Her pupils narrowed into vertical slits like the sort of beast she seemed to take after. Whatever rampage she was about to commit to in that moment was cut short though, by what followed her wrist being gripped so suddenly.

She couldn't even fathom what was happening. This stranger was doing something to her, but so many of her nerves were firing off, screaming at the tangles of her spine that she still couldn't tell just what. She didn't merely squirm in his hold, she writhed and jerked violently, even so far as to threaten to push him off-balance. The longer her fingertips and the makeshift, mutated claw-spines on her forearms were assaulted by him, the worse her thrashing became, until she desperately tried to shove him into the wall.

But Tenshi couldn't say she had lost consciousness at this point, no. She wished that she had. Like anesthetics, a loss of awareness to displace her from her torture. On the contrary: she was more awake and aware than ever. She could feel every vein and artery in her body and where they were located. She felt the texture of her now mixed blood racing along the arterial walls. She felt the air on every piece of fur, on every cell of skin, burning her alive like she were covered in scrapes and salt. Inside and out, it was hell, and she was too aware of it. That was why she didn't lose consciousness, but control.

The blood ground the tender roots of her nails from within, urging a feeling so vile, so sickening, so intensely painful that it brought with it a concerningly loud crack from the tigress's mouth. Her mouth.
It was no longer being held shut, as the saber-like tooth that had grown from one corner of her jaw all the way through to the core of her upper molars on the other side of her mouth had now been snapped into several pieces.

Her teeth sharpened as the metamorphosis took over, and she bit through the shards of calcium and enamel like glass. It was now, only now, that she was capable of making any sort of human noise, and to no one's surprise... she began to cry out in agony once more. This time in a way befitting of the chilled tears streaming down her hot face. This wasn't the sound of a monster, even though she was still wildly lashing out like one. This was the crying of a girl, a player, who was finally seeing Terrasphere for what it truly was.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

The futility of her fight against him made his blood boil and his heart race. She was completely helpless, fully subject to every whim. His barely touched her beyond the tight grip he kept on her wrist, but her body revolted. The Beastwoman's motions threatened to unbalance him and toss him aside, but he kept his feet firmly planted.

After all, there was no escape.

The virulent heat that had circulated her body like a fast-acting poison now surged back and forth erratically, forcing itself through the tiny orifices across her flesh, pooling across her arms and legs and constricting, tightening to ward against excessive movement. Even still, the probing fluid inside continued its grim task, severing the ties between old tissue and new, clearing room for growth. He lacked any sort of healing capability to reinforce or augment new growth of tissue, but not every task was best done quickly.

No, indeed, Jin preferred to savor every bit of torment, even if the final outcome was a net positive for the girl.

For him, it was a chance to see just how far his magic could go; and in some ways, it felt exhausting as much as it did exhilarating. He did not have to move his hands to will the curse forward, and each command took only a single thought to execute. What it had in efficiency, it exacted in cost. A terrible cost, in fact. His blood did not quickly replenish itself. The blood inside her body was an extension of his own circulatory system, and thus, there were several drawbacks to this method.

Her most base sensations were shared across the profane bond. Her pain wracked his body. Her emotions raged like a tempest in his mind. The sheer inability to concentrate started to bleed back into his own psyche.

Luckily, Jin had a much higher threshold than most.

He repeated the process of lysing cells and sawing away the dead excess from within, and he spread to her teeth, and to the claws on other appendages. Instead of going through one at a time, he began to command several.

And the agony intensified.

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

The agony intensified, and Tenshi found herself being violently flung between states of vivid awareness and unconsciousness, the former of which she had specialized her entire build around. It made each fall back into distress pure torment, as she would probably have become numb to the constant shock of pain by now if not for her morphing body and fluctuating awareness resetting her nerve settings. Speaking of nerve settings, she was never leaving pain receptors on ever again.

She couldn't do much for the moment besides squirm in Jin's hold, and less still than that as his blood endeavored to hold her in place. Now she couldn't even thrash away her suffering. As soon as she had gained the ability to scream and sob and cry, she had lost control of something else. It was miserable even psychologically at this point.

For as vividly as she felt his boiling hot blood rioting against the prison of her circulatory system, her pain did eventually end, and quite suddenly too.

It wasn't when the nail spines were being sawed internally from her forearms. It wasn't the irritating constricting of the man holding her who she could only think of as some sort of blood snake, nor the instability and fear that came with such a feeling..

It was when that all had combined with the prodding of the roots of her new and already tender overgrown and sharpened teeth. All at once, she squirming stopped. Her screaming stopped. Her struggling stopped. All of her fear, worry, anger, sorrow, and elsewise which had been muddying her mind was still there, but she couldn't process it anymore. Maybe her HP hit 0, or she overheated finally. Maybe it was the very human sensation of shock response that had ended her misery for the moment.

She could still feel the pain, and it was still quite torturous, but it suddenly meant nothing to her. Maybe it was more accurate to say that she wasn't unconscious, but that if no other part of her did, her amygdala had given out.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

The way she perceived the pain must have changed. It was evident from the parasitic connection he established with his Blood Curse that the pain had not gone away, but at some point, her body failed to respond to it in any meaningful way. When the mind could no longer process new information because of an overload, it often just broke down to compensate. In extreme cases, that sudden failsafe just terminated life entirely.

Thus, Jin shifted his control of her bloodstream and changed his primary objective. Leaving her fangs and claws half finished for the moment, he focused on stimuli in her nervous system. Sending new, fresh oxygenated Blood to the brain and flushing her aortic valves, he caused a rippling dilation in her heart that functioned similarly to the effect of a defibrillator. If she was clinically dead, it could theoretically jump start her out of brain death.

If not, the sudden pain would function like a heart attack- one that he had full control of- a sharp and acute pain that would draw all recognition of sensation to a singular point, away from her extremities, and re-focus her ability to cognitively process. He had a great deal of hypotheses to test, and none of them could be actualized if her body just... gave out on him.

Jin was fascinated to see how his newest thought played out in practice. If it was tenable, he might even be able to use his blood in a healing capacity at some point in the future. More skills for him to employ meant more avenues of approach to situations, after all.

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

When Tenshi had first logged in, every second of pain was new and vivid. Her mind was counting every moment of agony up until she became lost in it. Then it became too much, and time seemed to stretch on forever as her id overpowered her logical mind entirely. At long last though her misery had ended as even that part of her had shut down, and she could really only feel the ghost of the sensation of blood being moved about inside of her.

Her peace, however long it might have been, was interrupted by a sudden jolt. Like a static shock, sudden and unexpected, even powerful enough to reinvoke her consciousness in full. The tigress awoke to the wracking pain of having the roots of her nerves assaulted by her own ichor vitae and screamed, only then able to hear just how hoarse her voice had become from vocalizing her suffering.

"Let go, let go!" Her harsh voice cracked as she made her demands, only able to push against him with one of her shoulders. Even then, what good would that do? That was why she had resorted to such a pathetic behavior as begging. "Let me log out...!" Half the sounds of her words were removed from the air from her own strained vocal cords.

@Jin

 

[Jin]

His brow quirked slightly at her vocalized protests, a silent note that she had improved in condition rapidly. The worst of the initial pain seemed to have passed. "Log out?" he asked skeptically, barely seeming to move when she impacted his body. With the majority of her body bound or otherwise occupied, the Bloodsworn easily outmatched her in terms of endurance and brute strength. He did not deign to indicate that he felt anything at all. "And you assume that this process will just complete itself in the time that this body dematerializes? During a state of suspended animation, where natural processes are put on hold?"

There was a trace of amusement in the way he asked, as though he were triumphantly mocking her. He clearly seemed to understand something she did not about the way things operated in this world- and it gave him no end of enjoyment to lead her to the same realization.

"I could let you," he told her, his fingers tracing at the raw, open gashes where her claws once protruded. The new biomatter had yet to harden into the same natural weaponry, but he could feel the bone there that would inevitably replace what had been shed. And the process would repeat.

Ad infinitum.

"But it would only forestall the sensation for as long as you remained outside the game. Days, weeks, months- inevitably, you would have to undergo the molting process that you had the option not to take." That was the most particularly amusing thing about the whole situation. People could avoid this if only they knew. "I do wonder, is this enough to make you give up on this world?"

He asked the question as though it were a test, and with a harsh, judgmental gaze, Jin awaited her response. If she answered in the negative, she would be like so many other Travelers. Excited to live in a world where anything was possible, until anything actually became possible. If that was the case, he would elongate her suffering by giving her the reprieve she thought she wanted.

@Tenshi

 

[Tenshi]

As what was seemingly the last of the tears her eyes were capable of producing for the moment ran off her cheek, she ceased her pleading to consider the man's words as she continued to whine limply in his arms. Obviously aside from those moments when her body tensed in reaction to the sharper pains screaming between the blunt. It wasn't as though she hadn't already thought of that. Instead of hurrying to log out, she had called for help for a reason.

The problem wasn't just the pain anymore. Even worse than that was the realization that she had little choice in the matter if she wanted to play Terrasphere still. She had to let this guy hold her down like some sort of animal and stay awake through all of it. She'd almost rather go to the vet at that point--at least they have anesthetics. Even those things to which she avowed she would suffer anything for were starting to become doubts itching the back of her mind more and more. Being Tenshi had been a dream come true for her player, and if she stopped now, there might not be any other way. At the same time, she suffered reality for so long already, she figured she could do it a little longer. Maybe things would progress, and she would be able to get better in the real world.

But there was one firm reason she couldn't leave yet: Sai. If she ever wanted to see him again, if she ever wanted to find out why something that once belonged to her had been taken by someone else in the real world, she had to stay here and listen to this man. He seemed more insufferable by the minute. Perhaps it was the current circumstances causing her to associate him with all of this pain. She was just barely able to be conscious enough to consider such a cohesive and optimistic possibility instead.

Her real enemy was these wounds, and she could just morph them away after the fact. In that line of thinking, all that the tigress really needed was for the hemomancer to "Just, hurry the meow censor noise up! This... hu... hurtssssss!" She practically (and maybe just a bit literally) hissed.

Jin would be able to feel parts of her flesh try to shift at times, as though her metamorphic nature was finally trying to adjust for his cursed blood. Like antibodies awry, trying to unknowingly fight back against the solution.

@Jin