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Setsuka’s eyes snapped open as soon as the blades punctured through her torso, but she didn’t feel any pain. Not even the slightest pinprick of agony made her twitch. She simply couldn’t discern the knives digging through her skin, skewering through her intestines and gouging through her organs.The hilts pressed against her abdomen, confirming the knives dug all the way through, slicing through her guts and spilling boiling hot stomach acid on to her organs.

Shock set in right away much to her horror. Like a switch being flipped, her body shut down and prevented her mind from accepting her suffering. Setsuka’s hands quivered as she tried reaching for the culprits, her throat clogging with bile, and blood slithered past it to taint her neck as she wheezed for breath.

She did, however, feel her blood squirt out as soon as the culprits withdrew their weapons. Their knives now slick with her essence, they seemed to marvel at their handiwork. Rust and chlorine wafted in Setsuka’s head, dizziness settling in her mind. The pool water lapped the tiles, which Setsuka realized was tainted with rich vermillion, but she knew she couldn’t have lost that much blood.

Could she have? She wasn’t sure. Her vision started to fog and blurred the culprits. Their hair matched her blood staining the chair and tiles. Even their eyes seemed infected with her ichor, but when she squinted, the other twin’s tears seemed genuine as they rolled down her round cheeks.

Setsuka’s hands trailed along her wounds. Her fingers slipped through the gouges and rubbed against slick, wet skin. Panting, her head lolled back, and the moment she touched her injuries, electrifying pain sent shockwaves throughout her body, her mind swiftly accepting the concept of being stabbed by two girls she had come to trust.

“Suka, Suka, I’m so sorry,” Hibiki crooned, her voice quivering. She hiccupped and sobbed, the sounds becoming farther away as Setsuka tried maintaining consciousness.

Kanade clicked her tongue. “Oh, stupid sis, stop blubbering. You can’t feel sorry for someone you knew you’d be murdering.”

Words bubbled in her mouth and came out as a crimson deluge. Setsuka’s eyes widened, exposing the grainy veins of her scleras. Her hands shook as she clutched her torso, her legs trying to maneuver her body to stand, but all she could do was kick, her heels smacking against the tiles.

Kanade grinned at her victim and tilted her head. Bending forward, she stroked the underside of Setsuka’s chin and sneered, “Aw, are you trying to escape? Don’t bother. It’s not as if you can move after being stabbed so severely.” She curled her finger around a sweaty lock of Setsuka’s hair. Snorting as Hibiki cried behind her, she yanked Setsuka towards her, lowered her voice, and growled, “This is what you’ve earned. Do you understand? You have earned this.”

Nothing about Kanade’s threats made sense. They refused to sink into Setsuka’s brain as darkness claimed the corners of her vision. She could hardly make out Hibiki’s face anymore, that once adorable and haughty expression she wore now coated in snot and tears.

“Sis is mine to control. I don’t need outsiders like you worming their way in and making it harder for me,” Kanade snarled, her smile showing too many teeth. “So, Setsuka Chiebukuro, thank you for dying for us, and don’t worry, the others will join you after the class trial.” Giggling, she pivoted to Hibiki and clapped her own cheeks, Hibiki’s bawling reaching a new pitch. “Aw, gee, sis, that’s a great crying face! I wish I had a camera to capture it since it’s so wretched! It’s much better than your boring doll face, yes, yes, yes!”

“Suka! Suka!” Hibiki lunged forward, but Kanade snatched her pigtails and yanked her back. She kicked and flailed, nearly slipping on the blood oozing out of Setsuka’s wounds. She clutched her head, her pupils becoming so wide they nearly covered her irises, and her howl echoed throughout the pool, bouncing around and recoiling Setsuka’s throbbing mind.

And just like Hibiki, she slouched. She shuddered and slid in her seat, watching Hibiki collapse into Kanade’s arms, her expression a blank canvas. Kanade stroked through Hibiki’s hair, her grin reminding Setsuka of a devil. She reached out and tried finding strength in her vocal cords to ask them a simple question, but her breath slipped past her bloody lips, and the light faded from her eyes.

Falling over, she collapsed on the tiles and twitched. With her face marred in her own blood, she thought, Wasn’t I good to you?

As if to mock her while her soul faded from the world, Kanade said, “Thanks for being my sister’s friend, Suka.”

Description
“One…”

“Two…”

Setsuka’s eyes snapped open as soon as the blades punctured through her torso, but she didn’t feel any pain. Not even the slightest pinprick of agony made her twitch. She simply couldn’t discern the knives digging through her skin, skewering through her intestines and gouging through her organs.The hilts pressed against her abdomen, confirming the knives dug all the way through, slicing through her guts and spilling boiling hot stomach acid on to her organs.

Shock set in right away much to her horror. Like a switch being flipped, her body shut down and prevented her mind from accepting her suffering. Setsuka’s hands quivered as she tried reaching for the culprits, her throat clogging with bile, and blood slithered past it to taint her neck as she wheezed for breath.

She did, however, feel her blood squirt out as soon as the culprits withdrew their weapons. Their knives now slick with her essence, they seemed to marvel at their handiwork. Rust and chlorine wafted in Setsuka’s head, dizziness settling in her mind. The pool water lapped the tiles, which Setsuka realized was tainted with rich vermillion, but she knew she couldn’t have lost that much blood.

Could she have? She wasn’t sure. Her vision started to fog and blurred the culprits. Their hair matched her blood staining the chair and tiles. Even their eyes seemed infected with her ichor, but when she squinted, the other twin’s tears seemed genuine as they rolled down her round cheeks.

Setsuka’s hands trailed along her wounds. Her fingers slipped through the gouges and rubbed against slick, wet skin. Panting, her head lolled back, and the moment she touched her injuries, electrifying pain sent shockwaves throughout her body, her mind swiftly accepting the concept of being stabbed by two girls she had come to trust.

“Suka, Suka, I’m so sorry,” Hibiki crooned, her voice quivering. She hiccupped and sobbed, the sounds becoming farther away as Setsuka tried maintaining consciousness.

Kanade clicked her tongue. “Oh, stupid sis, stop blubbering. You can’t feel sorry for someone you knew you’d be murdering.”

Words bubbled in her mouth and came out as a crimson deluge. Setsuka’s eyes widened, exposing the grainy veins of her scleras. Her hands shook as she clutched her torso, her legs trying to maneuver her body to stand, but all she could do was kick, her heels smacking against the tiles.

Kanade grinned at her victim and tilted her head. Bending forward, she stroked the underside of Setsuka’s chin and sneered, “Aw, are you trying to escape? Don’t bother. It’s not as if you can move after being stabbed so severely.” She curled her finger around a sweaty lock of Setsuka’s hair. Snorting as Hibiki cried behind her, she yanked Setsuka towards her, lowered her voice, and growled, “This is what you’ve earned. Do you understand? You have earned this.”

Nothing about Kanade’s threats made sense. They refused to sink into Setsuka’s brain as darkness claimed the corners of her vision. She could hardly make out Hibiki’s face anymore, that once adorable and haughty expression she wore now coated in snot and tears.

“Sis is mine to control. I don’t need outsiders like you worming their way in and making it harder for me,” Kanade snarled, her smile showing too many teeth. “So, Setsuka Chiebukuro, thank you for dying for us, and don’t worry, the others will join you after the class trial.” Giggling, she pivoted to Hibiki and clapped her own cheeks, Hibiki’s bawling reaching a new pitch. “Aw, gee, sis, that’s a great crying face! I wish I had a camera to capture it since it’s so wretched! It’s much better than your boring doll face, yes, yes, yes!”

“Suka! Suka!” Hibiki lunged forward, but Kanade snatched her pigtails and yanked her back. She kicked and flailed, nearly slipping on the blood oozing out of Setsuka’s wounds. She clutched her head, her pupils becoming so wide they nearly covered her irises, and her howl echoed throughout the pool, bouncing around and recoiling Setsuka’s throbbing mind.

And just like Hibiki, she slouched. She shuddered and slid in her seat, watching Hibiki collapse into Kanade’s arms, her expression a blank canvas. Kanade stroked through Hibiki’s hair, her grin reminding Setsuka of a devil. She reached out and tried finding strength in her vocal cords to ask them a simple question, but her breath slipped past her bloody lips, and the light faded from her eyes.

Falling over, she collapsed on the tiles and twitched. With her face marred in her own blood, she thought, Wasn’t I good to you?

As if to mock her while her soul faded from the world, Kanade said, “Thanks for being my sister’s friend, Suka.”