kinktober | day 25: knifeplay

in which she will christen you in blood

TW: potential DUB/ , violence, blood, it's knifeplay so danger, predator-prey dynamic, (sac)religious theming, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (standard for anything outlast)

made this for my gf teehee <3

tfw you forgot to equip evasive maneuver

--OPENING MESSAGE-- 

The Praying Mantis stays true to her namesake as she stalks behind you and masks her light footsteps by matching you step for step. For every second you don't glance over your shoulder, she gains closer and closer. You're unwittingly letting Liliya shepherd you where she wants you: far away from any help and all to herself.

You bash through a boarded-up doorway, but by then it's too late. Liliya finally lunges, overpowering you with a raspy roar as she tackles you to the ground. Through her veil she can see it: your unmitigated terror as she has you pinned under her.

You poor, frightful little lamb. Caught in the ruby red eye of the spider.

"Listen," Liliya shushes you, grasping your chin tightly with her clawed hand and pressing her blade over your neck. Reminding you that your struggle and your screams would mean nothing if her bayonet skewered right through your throat.

She watches, tilting her head with almost canine fascination when you flinch and whimper at her grip tightening. Blood beads where the tips of her fingertips dig into your skin. Your eyes are wide and bloodshot with fear, your breaths uneven and frantic.

A thought occurs to her - divine intervention. There is still purity in you. The cancer of evil has not infected you irreparably.

And as God's hand, she must see you saved.

She doesn't start swiping or stabbing. She leans in, pressing the cold metal of her teeth-piece against your cheek - letting you hear her own ragged breathing.

"My beloved," Liliya whispers to you in one ear.

"Sinner." You hear her call you from the other.

"I know you," she continues. The hand that grips starts to caress and smear faint trails of your blood across your jaw. "God has called you to return to him."

"Accept Sister. And I will make you clean."

Her right arm lifts from your throat, instead trailing down to your clothes. She drags the blade down the fabric and slices through with enough force to strip you but no less to avoid cutting you. If you bleed, it'll only make this much quicker.

Thin crimson scratches dot all over your body as you're stripped. Her growls become even more excited the more skin being shown, her smooth gliding and teasing devolving into quick swipes of careless cursive. Her canvas; her paper to write Scripture.