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//GORE WARNING! Lots of blood and mentions of guts.

Cold blood, pools of it, she could feel it at her paws, slipping in between the webs of her feet. She didn't realize it was so good, just to feel the sticky substance against her fur, spurting out from a slit throat, blackish blue fur ripped from muscle and skin. Clumps of fur hung from her jaws, soft choking sounding from underneath her. She never moved, blurry red vision rough with dizziness.

She didn't know how this happened, really. Dabi had said something to her, had moved too close to her. She had warned him, she knew she did. She wasn't comfortable, she wasn't stable enough to handle physical touch. She knew he was dead the moment she felt trachea under her paws grip, blood covering her whole underside as she laid atop the corpse of her friend- friend, right? He was close to that. What- didn't friends sleep with each other? That's what he told her, that's what she was used to. Oh well.

Intestines were strung from the wolf's corpse, hanging from her jaws limply, the familiar feeling of twitching under her paws soon stopping- all struggling halted. He wasn't struggling anymore. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead. A soft giggle left her throat, happiness rising up in her chest. He looked beautiful like this, all strung out and gutted. Her tongue soon hung from her jaws as she dropped the intestine, reaching in to tear the male's heart out. It was no longer pumping, and this irritated the girl as she squeezed it, blood pouring from the dead muscle.

"Ah, he's no fun.. Useless toy, ribbit.." Tsuyu rumbled under her breath, her ears twitching. Thankfully, she couldn't smell, so she'd be missing out on the smell of open flesh and blood, but oh well.

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Praise.

Something that Tsuyu had found to be quite enthralling, she loved praise. She loved it when people acknowledged her, gave her compliments on her work, as if something as gruesome as this was something to be praised for in the first place. Maybe it was her unstable mind telling her that this was what she was meant to do, or her urgent need to kill the one who touched her without asking first, she didn't know.

She would have purred a happy response to Jerisdie's praise, would have ended up nuzzling into the other's form in thanks, but the moment she turned her head slightly, the hulking form of her Master had been standing over her, and her body was forced downward, legs shaking against the force being pushed on her. She couldn't smell the gore, but she could taste it, and she nearly gagged as blood seemed to pour into her jaws, touching her long, sticky tongue.

Her head was being forced forward, blood pulsating in thin furred ears, her heart rate increasing in a mixture of fear and excitement. The anger radiating off of the lion was so obvious that it had the frog hybrid whimpering underneath him, squirming to escape his grasp.

Until something sharp touched the back of her neck, and she tensed up. This wasn't a game. This wasn't a game, this wasn't a game anymore, Tsu! He wasn't going to praise her, she knew it- she screwed up so bad. Should she lie, or tell the truth? She had a right to kill him, didn't she? She had every right to rip his throat out for touching her- she could have been taken advantage of, he was much bigger than her, after all.

This was self defense, wasn't it?

A soft, broken croak left the girl's throat as she heard- felt, actually, her Master's breath, hot against her ear and cheek. She felt flesh under her body, blood nearly soaking up her whole underside, coming up to her sides, and she could feel vomit rising in her throat at the taste of it in her mouth. "He tried to touch me- I told him not to, ribbit! Tsuyu didn't want to be touched!" She croaked out, voice muffled by her face being pushed into the very carcass of the man she had killed.

They were friends once, she knew. But friends didn't touch each other without the other wanting it. This forceful action that Stryker was yielding over the frog hybrid was making her question everything- Why was she here? Did she do something wrong? Why did he sound so angry? Wasn't this what she was supposed to do? If she didn't like something, all she needed was to kill it, right?

"Did Tsu do something wrong? Was she not supposed to kill him, master? You don't think she's bad, do you, ribbit?" Tsuyu's voice seemed to break at the thought of being scolded for her actions. This was just the start of it- normally, she would have basked in the punishments she got, but this was different. It felt different- she didn't like it.

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Pain.

Normally Tsuyu would have been much more happy to receive punishments from Stryker in the forms of slaps across the face or scratches, but she would have never prepared for this amount of pain. Everything went so fast- she was focused on the blood that began to pour out of her neck wound, so focused that she didn't realize the pressure on her hips until they had gave way with a loud 'Crack!'.

For a few seconds, Tsuyu didn't feel anything- it was like time seemed to slow down, because her master wouldn't do something as terrible as take away her back legs' use, would he? He wouldn't cripple her like this, he wouldn't.. He said she was okay here, he said she was useful, that he understood- didn't he? She was confused, so utterly confused.

Then the pain hit her like a bus, and the frog hybrid let out a loud, blood curdling scream. Crimson igor seeped out of her neck wound in heavy drops, her own blood mixing with Dabi's, how ironic. Charcoal irises seemed to stare down into those ice cold ones, dead and lifeless with deaths throes. By this time, Dabi's body was stone cold, and Tsuyu can fallen into his bleeding form, broken lower half uselessly twitching from the pain just running through her body.

Why? Why, why, why?

My legs. My legs. She couldn't hop anymore, she couldn't climb trees, she could barely swim, she couldn't wall walk. Take away the girls legs, and the frog couldn't hop anymore. A frog that couldn't hop had lost its purpose.

Purpose. Purpose. Purpose!

She had no purpose now- she was broken, and those who were broken were to die. She needed to die, she couldn't be useless. But death was so much more of a gift right now than a punishment. If he were to kill her, it would be a reward, a break from her inevitable pain of being a cripple. He could see Tokoyami again, and maybe even Dabi. Idly, her mind laced with unbearable pain, she let dizzy, dead charcoal irises move over to Jerisdie.

Why, why, why?

It was like her mind was fighting with her heart, her last amount of hero attitude telling her that this was wrong. If Stryker cared about her, he wouldn't do this to her. She was his slave, she was in his care, she could trust him- he would never.. This wasn't reality. She was dreaming.

Her mind was telling her different, screaming at her to beg forgiveness. To bow before the almighty God that Stryker had originally been to her- to submit, over and over again, because that's all her mind had been trained to do since he had brainwashed her from the beginning. Her mind warred with her heart, but her heart was no match, as weak as it was when it came to decisions.

She could taste blood, but was it her own? No- hers tasted different. It was nasty, disgusting, foul tasting blood. She gagged again, her shoulders barely holding up the weight of herself and the hulking form of Stryker as he continued to put pressure on the back of her neck, slowly causing her face to press that much harder into the corpse of her once friend.

Her shrieking came to a stop when the pain still continued, she figured it would never stop- she would continue to hate herself like this, she wanted to beg. Her mind won the battle, and Tsuyu sobbed out apologies to her master- to her God, because that's how she viewed the toxic lion over her. A god, someone whom was to be worshiped, and Gods, did Tsuyu worship the grounds he walked on.

"Tsuyu's sorry! She's so sorry! Please, please, please-" She swallowed, her breaths wheezing inwards in heavy gulps, she was trying to breathe despite the obvious hyperventilation and shock going through her body. She wanted to die- she couldn't live without her legs. Without her back legs, she was nothing. She wasn't Froppy without her legs, and the thought of losing her hero name- her villain name- made tears well up at the boundaries of her eye sockets, a rare sight to see. She wasn't one to cry.

"She won't do it again, she'll behave. She'll be a good girl, master, she won't do it again!" She choked out in a panic ramble, apologies spilling out of her mouth as her mind seemed to grow dizzy from shock. She lost her legs. Her legs, her legs, her legs.

Make it stop, make it stop!

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