Time flies when you’re
having fun, I suppose, and I have indeed been having fun. My dear uninvited guests
have turned out to be both entertaining and useful. The remaining proxy of
their group has been an excellent guinea pig for my capabilities as well as
that which lies beyond the room of my rebirth. This has left her a little… heh…hot
under the collar, but at least she is no longer vomiting. The stitches that I have given her seemed
to have helped in that regard…
On the subject of stitches, the two surviving men no longer need to be bound as their own flesh is doing the job. For the first one, I carefully cut and peeled the skin back on his chest, before breaking his arms and forcing them into place across the wound. Using the peeled skin like fabric, I stitched it over his arms, securing them to his chest. The effect was quite pleasing. Unfortunately, he was unable to appreciate it as I had already stitched his eyes closed. His friend, on the other hand, saw all and was moved to tears. His tears became screams as I began my work by breaking his legs. Made a nice long cut on each leg before stitching them together. The resulting effect made me think of a seal, so I decided to leave his arms free in order to keep this appearance intact. Broke his fingers to ensure that he would not pull at his new stitches. I then moved onto his eyes, delicately sewing them shut. They seem to be healing up well enough and I frequently tend to them in order to ensure that they continue to live. They wanted to stay with me, and they shall do so as my living works of art. It felt lovely to cut; to work with flesh again in such a way. It was good practice for using my tendrils as needle and thread as well.
Ah, I suppose you might like to know what happened to the baby. I have killed children before, but it is not something that brings me satisfaction. Discussed the options with my family. Fell was indifferent. Hart told me that, while he honestly did not want to kill it, he would not attempt to stop me either. Ultimately decided to dispose of the thing at a hospital; shoving it just inside the entrance before hopping back into the “borrowed” car and departing. Someone or something else can kill it, but it will not be me… this time.
As for the mother, I had been keeping her unharmed to care for her young while it was here. Since getting rid of the thing, I have continued to keep her in one piece and well fed. Planning a dinner, after all, so I am ensuring that the meat will be of high quality. Once I informed her of what I did with her child, she thanked me for sparing it and has since appeared to resign herself to her fate; sitting quietly in her bonds and obediently eating the meals we provide.
Heh… Merry Christmas
On the subject of stitches, the two surviving men no longer need to be bound as their own flesh is doing the job. For the first one, I carefully cut and peeled the skin back on his chest, before breaking his arms and forcing them into place across the wound. Using the peeled skin like fabric, I stitched it over his arms, securing them to his chest. The effect was quite pleasing. Unfortunately, he was unable to appreciate it as I had already stitched his eyes closed. His friend, on the other hand, saw all and was moved to tears. His tears became screams as I began my work by breaking his legs. Made a nice long cut on each leg before stitching them together. The resulting effect made me think of a seal, so I decided to leave his arms free in order to keep this appearance intact. Broke his fingers to ensure that he would not pull at his new stitches. I then moved onto his eyes, delicately sewing them shut. They seem to be healing up well enough and I frequently tend to them in order to ensure that they continue to live. They wanted to stay with me, and they shall do so as my living works of art. It felt lovely to cut; to work with flesh again in such a way. It was good practice for using my tendrils as needle and thread as well.
Ah, I suppose you might like to know what happened to the baby. I have killed children before, but it is not something that brings me satisfaction. Discussed the options with my family. Fell was indifferent. Hart told me that, while he honestly did not want to kill it, he would not attempt to stop me either. Ultimately decided to dispose of the thing at a hospital; shoving it just inside the entrance before hopping back into the “borrowed” car and departing. Someone or something else can kill it, but it will not be me… this time.
As for the mother, I had been keeping her unharmed to care for her young while it was here. Since getting rid of the thing, I have continued to keep her in one piece and well fed. Planning a dinner, after all, so I am ensuring that the meat will be of high quality. Once I informed her of what I did with her child, she thanked me for sparing it and has since appeared to resign herself to her fate; sitting quietly in her bonds and obediently eating the meals we provide.
Heh… Merry Christmas
