The Devil Inside
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
madjack
Edna didn't appreciate Trish's tone, nor the way that she'd subtly taken control of the entire situation. All of this was Edna's doing, accidents and all. She wished that she had the nerve to put everything in its place, but she didn't want to end up like Heather.
Heather. Smiling so broadly that most of her teeth were visible, Edna stared daggers at the shrunken, frantic form in her hand. At least she would have this pleasure. The hysterical girl was still sobbing, but felt she had a chance with Edna that she hadn't with the power-mad Trish.
"Edna, please," Heather whimpered. "I'm so, so sorry. You don't have to do this. You're not some...some monster!"
"You don't know a thing about me, little girl," Edna whispered, practically purring with eagerness. "Couldn't be bothered to learn. All you cared about was yourself, and making yourself look good at the expense of people like me. And now, you're a bug. Time to squash."
And just like that, Heather's fate was sealed. No overly-elaborate executions; Edna just did what she should have done to start with, and closed her fist around the tiny, flailing thing. Slowly. She could feel each bone as it twisted and snapped, hear Heather's plaintive wails grow louder and louder, see the blood gush from her mouth and spread its warmth over Edna's hand.
Something deep and dark stirred within the geek girl, then. Something that had always been there, subtly guiding her actions, but hadn't really took root before. The feeling of crushing her hated foe, of watching the life leak from her eyes, had done it. The viciousness that years of torment and resentment had allowed to fester was blooming in full, and Edna eagerly embraced it. It filled her with new purpose, and new confidence.
Moaning slightly, Edna realized that both Trish and Ruthie were staring down at her, transfixed by the almost animalistic lust that Edna's feelings of dominance had released within her. Wanting to give them both a proper conclusion to the little show, Edna smoothly slid Heather's crushed corpse within her mouth, swallowing it without hesitation.
"Oh, sick..." Ruthie whispered in shock. Even Trish looked a bit put off. This was good. It was exactly the sort of hesitation that Edna required. She flipped out the size gun, and took aim.
Heather. Smiling so broadly that most of her teeth were visible, Edna stared daggers at the shrunken, frantic form in her hand. At least she would have this pleasure. The hysterical girl was still sobbing, but felt she had a chance with Edna that she hadn't with the power-mad Trish.
"Edna, please," Heather whimpered. "I'm so, so sorry. You don't have to do this. You're not some...some monster!"
"You don't know a thing about me, little girl," Edna whispered, practically purring with eagerness. "Couldn't be bothered to learn. All you cared about was yourself, and making yourself look good at the expense of people like me. And now, you're a bug. Time to squash."
And just like that, Heather's fate was sealed. No overly-elaborate executions; Edna just did what she should have done to start with, and closed her fist around the tiny, flailing thing. Slowly. She could feel each bone as it twisted and snapped, hear Heather's plaintive wails grow louder and louder, see the blood gush from her mouth and spread its warmth over Edna's hand.
Something deep and dark stirred within the geek girl, then. Something that had always been there, subtly guiding her actions, but hadn't really took root before. The feeling of crushing her hated foe, of watching the life leak from her eyes, had done it. The viciousness that years of torment and resentment had allowed to fester was blooming in full, and Edna eagerly embraced it. It filled her with new purpose, and new confidence.
Moaning slightly, Edna realized that both Trish and Ruthie were staring down at her, transfixed by the almost animalistic lust that Edna's feelings of dominance had released within her. Wanting to give them both a proper conclusion to the little show, Edna smoothly slid Heather's crushed corpse within her mouth, swallowing it without hesitation.
"Oh, sick..." Ruthie whispered in shock. Even Trish looked a bit put off. This was good. It was exactly the sort of hesitation that Edna required. She flipped out the size gun, and took aim.
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