'Ahhh' I mentally signed.
'I'm bored out of my mind ... I know normal people in the same situation as me would probably be begging for their lives, but I stopped caring a long time ago.' I thought watching the psycho in front of me, with its twisted smile and lustful gaze on me, and its knife long enough to make me think he was overcompensating for something else.
Maybe that the reason why he became a rapist? All the women he's been with left after seeing how small he was, so he decided to kidnap and rape them?
Well, I'm stuck on this chair, might as well pass the time by asking him directly.
"Hey, do you have a micro penis?" Oddly, he didn't seem happy with my totally normal question to ask in case of imminent rape.
He approached me, his smile having been replaced with a scowl, and he seemed determined to use that knife, which, with his reaction, is certainly here to compensate for something.
"I'm going to cut off your tongue if you continue, so shut up, be a good girl, and it will be finished quickly."
"Oh, I bet it'll be quick."
He didn't seem to appreciate my joke, as he cut my left arm and left a nasty cut. 'Ouch, that hurt, you fucking bastard. Okay, I might not care if I die, but at least make it quick. You know what? I just got an excellent idea. I will probably die today, so I might as well try new things. For example, I wonder what it feels like to kill someone, and I have the perfect candidate in front of me, he won't be missed.'
Speaking of my rapist, he seemed to want to start, as he began to unbuckle his pants and started to tear my dress apart.
I don't focus on what the creep is doing, and instead my eyes rest on his knife. I try to wiggle out of my bind, and after a minute, I am free, proof that he definitely wasn't a scout or even remotely good at making knots, probably counting on the fear of his victim and the menace that his knife represent.…or maybe he is just dumb?
Well, back to the creep. I don't make a move yet, I wait for the perfect moment. Which comes pretty quickly, as the man on top of me makes a grunt and slouches down on me. I profit from this occasion to grab his hand that has the knife, he takes a moment to react, but by that time I plant it in his flank.
I go for a second time but he stop me before, as I drop the knife due to him grabing me were he cut me earlier.
I push him on the ground, the shock making him release my arm. I start to strangle him, watching as he struggle for me to release him to no avail, the cut in his abdomen making every movement painful as I watch his thrashing gradually stop as he search for a way out. It gave me the time to put order in my thoughts, and that's when it hit me.
'How come that I am so happy? No more important. Since when could I be so emotional?' I didn't realize it before with it all going so fast, but I have never felt so alive as I look in the eyes of my aggressor, seeing in them emotion, the fear of losing his life, the desperation, and the fierce primal instinct ingrained in every life on this planet since its first apparition to survive, to do everything possible to live another day.
'That's it.' I thought as I watched the life leave slowly but surely the man in front of me.
'That's what I was lacking.' I recalled all my memories. I never really wanted anything, my emotions were dull not due to trauma, but because I was born that way. I watched the other kid as I grew, always so full of joy, happiness, sadness, and all these things that make a human. I never understood how they could be so full of life when all I could feel every day of my life was boredom, no excitement, just the certitude that tomorrow will be the same.
I was bored of life, of this uninteresting daily repeat of waking up, talking to people, and faking my reaction and my emotion when in reality all I felt inside was apathy. I didn't feel anything when my father died, in fact, I had a bigger reaction when my favorite series was discontinued.
But now I can feel it at the edge of life and death. I, for the first time, felt excitement,
I felt happiness.
I was excited to finally feel something, and I could also feel the emotion of the man in front of me losing colors as the loss of oxygen began to become too severe. Not just observe like I have done all my life but truly feel it like it was me that was feeling it.
And in that moment of pure bliss, with my first true genuine smile that threatened to split my mouth, I felt a violent pain in my throat. I watched the man that was a moment away from death, his arm extended to my neck, a knife piercing my throat.
I released the pressure on his own throat for a moment before immediately reapplying pressure.
'If I die, I will die doing what I truly want to do, so show me. Help me feel these magnificent emotions!'
I don't care about the pain; it barely registers now that I refocus on his eyes, full of what minutes ago I would have barely understood.
Pain resistance acquisition was successful.
The heat, the cold, and all the physical stimulus that my dying body was trying to transmit to me are drowned by the joy of my new heightened emotion, like an addict who doesn't care about anything if he can get his fix, and I have a lot of my drug in front of me, and I intend to take everything I can get before I die.'
heat and cold resistance acquisition successful, fusing heat and cold resistance into thermal fluctuation resistance.
But soon there was nothing, the eyes of the one who permitted me to truly feel for the first time in my life lost their light in a last explosion of emotion that traversed my body like a physical blow, and then nothing. Just the afterglow lingering for a few seconds before dissipating like it was never there in the first place, letting in the realization that I am dying, something I would not have cared about before, but now I don't want to. I have finally found something worth living for, and I can't even appreciate it.
'Please, if there truly is a god out there, let me again feel these emotions. I want to taste this happiness until the end of time.'
Request accepted.
Searching...
No race found corresponding to host expectation
searching the host memory...
Race found.
Searching for a method to introduce a new race in the central world....
Method found starting the acquisition of race skill.
Intrinsic skill: emotion devourer acquired.
Intrinsic skill: emotion aura acquired.
Intrinsic skill: magic resistance acquired.
Intrinsic skill: flight acquired.
Intrinsic skill: material creation acquired.
mental magic acquired.
Resistance to abnormal conditions acquired.
Race changed to succubus successfully.
I could feel my life ending, my last breath leaving me, praying to all the gods that I know to answer my prayer. My last thought before my consciousness was engulfed by darkness was. 'That will probably be the most enjoyable rape a victim of rape will ever have.'
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When I woke up, the first thing I saw was not heaven or hell but a figure resembling a scientist in a lab coat. He looked androgynous with silver hair cut short, a face that seemed to be in its thirties but still very attractive, and heterochromia, with one of his eyes being crimson and the other blue like the sky. With him there were other people in lab coats taking note; I couldn't hear what they said, but maybe I was saved and I'm in a hospital. I tried to move, which was complicated with the liquid restraining my movement.
'Wait, why would I be submerged in liquid, and how come I can still breathe?' And another question came to add up when I looked at my arm that I moved in front of me. First of all, I admit that I have good skin. I take care of it so it is smooth and without too many imperfections. I am sixteen, after all, I am too young to have suffered the effect of time. But this is not normal, in front of me is an arm that seems to have been sculpted, as it is simply flawless. I rested transfigured by my own arm for a good minute, and after, I did come to the realization that as beautiful as the arm seemed to be, it was the arm of a child 8 or maybe 9 years old.
I looked down at myself and came to the realization that I was nude. My body seemed to be that of a high schooler, plus the wings at the level of my hips and a black tail, like my wings, ending with a sort of heart-shaped point, and I was gorgeous. No, you don't understand, by all standards, a body this young should only be qualified as cute, but there was a sort of quality to it, an aura that made it so perfect, you can't call it cute, only beautiful. To the point that I think that if I were to go outside in a city without someone to protect me, an army of vans would pull up to me and start a war over who has the best candy.
'Okay, calm down. The most plausible explanation is that my prayer has been answered, or my personal hell is to be watched by a bunch of scientists looking like pedophiles while being trapped in a child's body... Yeah, no reincarnation it is.
As I mumbled to myself, the scientist, or pedophile maybe. Seemed to be agitated by my movement, I can sense their excitement, pride, and immense curiosity, especially for the important seeming one in the middle.
'Wait a minute, how am I able to sense that? I have as much empathy as a chronic depressive who just got fired and whose wife just demanded the divorce on the same day has will to live.'
No, it's even more than empathy. I can literally sense, smell, and taste their emotion. 'And it's fucking delicious.'
It's more delicious than anything I ever had and more than anything. 'It's the same feeling I had with the rapist, the sweet sensation of feeling every emotion like they were filling an empty ocean inside me.'
As I basked in the feeling, I even sensed a sort of growth from it. The important looking pedo spoke to me, and this time I could hear it.
"It sure is a surprise to see you woke up. I practically abandoned the project after 1 month of inactivity, that would have been a shame. Even though you are not my magnum opus, you were instrumental in its creation and probably my second most perfect creation. After all, your race rivals the potential of daemon in essence since they were heavily used in your creation."
'So if I resume the androgynous science guy, let's just call him Exposition Man, so from what Exposition Man said, I have been reincarnated in one of his creations that should have failed, and I am number two on his list of favorite creations...well, I can definitely live with that. I don't really care if I am trash to him or his favorite chil, the only thing that counts is that whatever race I am did give me what I wanted, the ability to enjoy the emotion of others even better than what I imagined.
'Thank you, God, or whatever you are.' I always thought God was real, but I imagined him, or her? They? Whatever. As an asshole. My reasoning is simple, you can't be happy if you are God because you will never know if you are the God. For example, take a god; he is born from nothing. He goes on to his little creation and decides to create another god, with the same power, except that the god that created him has total control over what he knows and can do. This god does the same thing again and again, and you are in the same problem as the theory of the world being a simulation, with even the original god incapable of knowing if they are the original or a puppet.
But enough divagation for now, I need information on where I am, what I am, and most importantly, when I have matured and can leave this place.
'Where is the place that would give me the most emotion...'
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Edit : after reading a comment I decided to make all the chapter pass a grammar check, this one is the first I will do the other tomorrow, after I sleep.