The moment the silk thread sank into the limbs and bones, Su Pup leaned over and whispered in Loki's ear, his voice like quenched honey.
"Look, Loki - your so-called 'trick' is nothing to mention in front of me." She moved her fingertips slightly, and Loki was forced to look up, and the distorted reflection of Su Puppet was reflected in his golden eyes. "When you smiled and watched my parents perished in the fire because of your tricks, did you ever think that their daughter would make you the most obedient toy?"
The maniacal smile suddenly exploded, and Su Puppet's nails scratched Loki's cheek, drawing a string of blood beads. The puppet wires tightened in response, and the bones let out an overwhelmed whine.
"Cry! Cry like you did when you made them kneel down and beg for mercy!" She tugged at the thread, and Loki's body convulsed like a rag doll. "It's a pity that now - you have to pray for the mercy of my fingers before you can even breathe."
Blood drops dripped along the threads, forming a small scarlet lake on the ground. Su Puppet stepped on them and spun around, his laughter getting louder and louder: "You know? I've been waiting for this day... Every bone is itching."
It is a non-traditional fanfic. The protagonist is an aborigine. I don't know the plot and will miss some famous scenes, but I will try my best to make up for the regrets. Please support me.
Serious OOC warning, a large number of private warnings.
If you accept it, please move to the text.
