by Zlakalia on August 1st, 2011, 4:06 am
28th of Summer 511AV
Zlakalia combed her hair.
She grabbed the long strands before her and pulled them down, feeling them stretch out ever so slightly. Her hands worked at the clay, feeling the slight moisture against then. Her face was locked with a grin as she worked and pulled, the room lit by the barest of candles sitting alongside her on the table. Her long nails barely touched the hair as she stroked the tentacle-like appendage.
Zlakalia giggled to herself and kicked the small animal trap she had set next to her on the table. The squeaking from within was shrill and scared. "A rat... in my house?!?" Her voice was haggard and broken, a low crone as she spoke. She dropped the long bits of hair now, putting her long fingers in her mouth one at a time. The taste of clay was satisfying, enjoyable. She would enjoy this even more.
Her hands reached over the cage, casting deep shadows on the walls and the bars of the tiny snare. Zlakalia didn't know if the rat could fear her any more than what its beady eyes already showed. She grinned wider as she thought about it, savored the idea. Her mouth was stretched over her face now, she felt it pulling apart and separating her head almost in two. Her hands gingerly undid the lock on the cage, flipping it up and letting the lid fall with a crack.
The mouse tried to make a break for it but Zlakalia spread her large hands in front of the cage, halting its advance. She pushed them into the cage, feeling the wire mesh tug at her skin at its poorly welded joints, stretch back parts of her flesh. It was a light pain, but nothing she hadn't felt before. The rat had nowhere to go so it tried biting, just getting a mouthful of greasy clay. The pain was a lot more intense as a huge chunk of her was ripped free, but it did nothing to stop her smile, small triangular teeth jutting from her jaw.
Her hands wrapped around the mouse, whose squeaks filled her tiny room as it cried out. She coiled her fingers around it like a snake, tying its limbs down and just leaving its head free from her grasp. She wanted it to see her pretty face, stare into her cold eyes. When the mouse was before her it struggled even further, trying to free itself, squeeze itself small enough to get away. "You're hopeless." With those words her fingers coiled tighter and tighter, squeezing the mouse. The mouse never stopped its shrieking, even as she heard its bones crack, until at last silence was met the its blood pouring over her hands. She raised the creature above her.
The candle flicked further, leaving dark streaks all over the walls for a moment. The blood ran down her face and torso, dotting the table. Around her other faces grinned, the room filled with badly molded blank eyes staring at her performance. This red is perfect! She dropped the corpse and pulled a large ball of clay from her bag. Zlakalia added the ball to the clay statue in front of her. It was the same melting face the other statues shared in the room, raw clay she molded into her own visage. The clay mixed colors with the blood, red streaks like her own clay flesh. "I'm so beautiful..." Another statue or herself was almost finished, joining the dozens of other disfigured attempts on the table around her.
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Zlakalia on August 1st, 2011, 7:25 am, edited 1 time in total.
