"welcome to my body sink your teeth into my flesh" ✖ broadcast mind
[a sterile hospital room, fitted with a torturous looking chair and other such devices. but the most prominent is the silver scalpel protruding from her abdomen. it's moving with her stomach, glinting from the lights above.]
[and there's screaming. because she is a virgin this time around - a deadman virgin and it hurts, even more as the gloved hands come into view and rip the blade from her skin, only to return to the wound.]
[fingers are prying, and there's even more screaming.]
STOP! STOPPIT! Take it out - Take. It. OUT!
[it's hard, but there's no crying. only screaming - angry grunts as the first hand slips under her skin. it's hot - burning - and the liquid slipping down the loosened, abused skin of her abdomen is closer to sweat than tears, and becomes blood the second it passes the slit with the hands.]
[a sickly sweet - aroused? - voice coos at her from beyond the hands]
There, there, Hummingbird. It's almost over, you know?
[but it's not. that is a placating statement and this horror is only just beginning when there's the sound of blades snipping together - like scissors - and something pink and fleshy and bloody and -]
[pulsating]
[- is ripped from within her.]
[one more scream. and it's tampered short, as brown eyes roll up into her skull and things go pretty black. and they stay that way for now…]
[ooc; i couldn't do the whole big thing in the end 8| so you get a portion. and after Mina realizes this portion's been shown, she's gonna go on a binge of insomnia, just to assure that no one else will see anything. needless to say, this will have some, um, emotional repercussions (and possibly call her stability into question).]
[and there's screaming. because she is a virgin this time around - a deadman virgin and it hurts, even more as the gloved hands come into view and rip the blade from her skin, only to return to the wound.]
[fingers are prying, and there's even more screaming.]
STOP! STOPPIT! Take it out - Take. It. OUT!
[it's hard, but there's no crying. only screaming - angry grunts as the first hand slips under her skin. it's hot - burning - and the liquid slipping down the loosened, abused skin of her abdomen is closer to sweat than tears, and becomes blood the second it passes the slit with the hands.]
[a sickly sweet - aroused? - voice coos at her from beyond the hands]
There, there, Hummingbird. It's almost over, you know?
[but it's not. that is a placating statement and this horror is only just beginning when there's the sound of blades snipping together - like scissors - and something pink and fleshy and bloody and -]
[pulsating]
[- is ripped from within her.]
[one more scream. and it's tampered short, as brown eyes roll up into her skull and things go pretty black. and they stay that way for now…]
[ooc; i couldn't do the whole big thing in the end 8| so you get a portion. and after Mina realizes this portion's been shown, she's gonna go on a binge of insomnia, just to assure that no one else will see anything. needless to say, this will have some, um, emotional repercussions (and possibly call her stability into question).]