Experiment B05-CH4

by AFuckingUselessKid

Summary:

Humanity and witches are actually not that different. Likewise, The Earth and the Boiling Isles are not that different from each other either. The Boiling Islands, in reality, are not the world of fantasy and magic that Luz thinks it is.

Boscha has to learn that the hard way.

Notes:

Eenie, meenie, miny, mo
Catch your lady by her toes
If she screams, don't let her go
Eenie, meenie, miny, mo
Your mother said to pick the very best girl
And I am.

Chapter 1: Tag, You're It

─"Oh Yeah? Well, screw you too!"

Boscha didn't even give Skara a chance to respond back before she turned around and started to leave the club, with a bottle of alcohol in her hand that she hadn't yet paid for and with a terrible drunkenness and palpable anger. Her temper was never the best and her anger problems were so normal in her life that she had accepted it as a part of herself.

In reality, she didn't know when she and Skara had started fighting. Possibly the bard had gotten sick of Boscha's arrogant and controlling behavior, maybe she had gotten sick of her harming and bothering students at Hexside just for the sake of it, maybe it was because she couldn't stand Triclop's bitchy behavior anymore. .

Not that Boscha minded the latter, she was proud of it. Normally she would ignore what the brunette would say and she would continue drinking apple blood, but Skara had not stopped berating her for everything she had done that Boscha finally exploded and both friends had started arguing. Now, she's sure that she and Skara are no longer friends, but Boscha is too drunk to care.

So, Boscha left the club, angrily slamming the door behind her as she growled angrily. She took another deep drink of alcohol and made a moan of annoyance and satisfaction at the taste of the liquid. And then she started walking, she was so drunk that she almost tripped in the air and leaned against a wall, before picking herself up and continuing to walk with clumsy but angry steps towards her house.

Along the way she muttered and growled all kinds of curses and curses at Skara, still angry. In reality, if she weren't so sober she would regret saying those things, she is sure that everything she had said to Skara she didn't really mean it and she just got carried away by the heat and rage of the moment. But it's already too late and there's no way she would go and apologize, now all she had to do was move on and act as if her friendship, of all the friendship she made with Skara, had never existed...

Just like Amity...

Boscha let out another grunt and took the time to stop next to a light post, leaning against hers as she gasped to calm her anger. Before taking another drink from the bottle until she finished it, she let out a deep gasp and then wiped the red liquid that remained on her lips.

─"Fuck you, Skara. I made you what you are, I taught you everything you know and I was the one who took care of you. Without me you would be dead because of how ridiculously clumsy you are... And this is how you repay me?"

Boscha let out a mocking and annoyed laugh, before wanting to take another sip of her drink. But it was already empty so she groaned in annoyance. Her body leaned against the light post and let out a sigh to be able to calm, at least, her anger.

It was at that moment that the trichlope finally took the trouble to look around her; some time ago she had felt the sensation of being watched and chased, ever since she had left the club. She honestly didn't pay much attention to it since, well; Boscha Hieronymus, daughter of a feared and respected businesswoman, made and raised to be able to kick anyone's ass. Who would approach her when she was angry?

However, the feeling had not gone away and was now more intense than before. Boscha looked around her, the streets in Bonesborough were dark and cold and, above all, very dangerous. It really wasn't a good idea to be alone, especially late at night, but Boscha was simply too confident that she could defend herself from anyone who tried to assault her...

But she still didn't take away the fact that she felt uncomfortable, uneasy and a little insecure. But she just huffed and pushed that thought out of her mind. Anyway, she Boscha looked around her again just to make sure if anyone was watching her. But honestly it's a feeling she's had since she was 6 years old.

The triclops held the empty bottle with a firm grip, looking around it with a serious and attentive gaze, looking closely. Unfortunately, unlike other demons, she couldn't see in the dark. However, that was rewarded by an extraordinary sense of hearing.

Her pointy ears perked up, her echolocation activated, trying to listen for the slightest suspicious sound other than the sound of Screaming or the wind, perhaps the snoring of a monster or beast...

She didn't hear anything...she Maybe she was just being paranoid...

"How cute... Boscha is so cute..."

Boscha stopped dead when she heard that faint whisper, just as she was going to continue on her way home, whoever it was had said that. Boscha turned behind her, narrowing her eyes as she looked down the dark streets. She stared in suspicion and confusion before turning around and continuing on her way home.

She had already gotten rid of her drunkenness, it seems that the effects of the alcohol were over. As always, the toxins from the alcohol didn't last long in her system.

Boscha continued walking, passing her significantly faster. Her hand being close to his pocket, where she had her scroll, ready to take it out if necessary. Her mind was full of questions. Had it been real or just her imagination? Maybe a little of the effects of the alcohol before it evaporates? The sound of the wind? Was someone really stalking her?

No. It's just stupid, she wasn't indifferent to her obsessive and weird fans. But none of them would go so far as to stalk the captain at night.

Again, her ears perked up, hearing another sound.

"She's starting to pick up her pace! How cute. She looks like a cute little scared lamb."

Little lamb? Boscha growled slightly, clearly she didn't like that sweet nickname. Not when she had to look just as intimidating as a wolf. She was not a fragile or adorable little lamb!

The triclops had to contain the urge to stop and face the idiot who had said that. If this was some kind of joke, then Boscha finds it disgusting and in bad taste. The young athlete sighed deeply and continued on her way home, with a moderately accelerated pace.

Again, her ears perked up. However, what this mysterious individual had said had left her cold.

"Her mother is not with her... The cub is alone... Maybe I should..."

Oh hell no.

It was no secret that demon mothers were very overprotective of their offspring. Demons were seen as animals and slaves a long time ago. Of course, before the demonic revolution will arrive.

As much as she would like to talk about the demon revolution, there is some pride in her family since her ancestors led that war. Especially her grandfather, who was the trigger that created the war. A demon that left massacre and destruction in her wake, along with her faithful eagle that hearing her cry meant that you were going to die. So feared that just hearing his name gives you chills.

Let's just say that the war was a massacre in every sense of the word, so much so that Belos had to make peace and give rights to the demons or hybrids and free them from their slavery because the witches was in danger of being exterminated by so much cold slaughter.

In that time of slavery, demon cubs were commonly separated from their parents or stolen from them. Since the babies were seen as adorable pets. Only to then be treated like slaves once that cuteness is gone when they grow up.

Boscha, although she was a 16-year-old teenager, was still classified as a puppy since she was not yet of age. Did this mysterious person maybe want to kidnap her and sell her to someone? A deal with demons, hybrids and witches?

Well, anyway, she won't get caught that easily. Boscha took out the scroll from her, ready to send a message to her mother. When she had unlocked the scroll from her, she Boscha felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her back.

At that moment, it seems as if time is passing very slowly, like in those movie scenes where time passes slowly for a moment of action. It was at that moment that her species' most primal instincts took over.

Boscha raised her arm with which she was holding the bottle and turned around, at that moment she did not bother to see the aggressor's face. She smashed the glass bottle against her attacker's head, the sound of breaking glass exploding and shards of glass flying.

It was at that moment that her brain snapped out of her trance and saw the scene in front of her. A tall man, dressed elegantly but camouflaged in black, lying on the ground. Boscha saw the bleeding wound on the guy's head, a thin river of blood dripping from the wound as her attacker rubbed her head. With pieces of glass around it

The young triclops was waiting for the guy to leave, turn around and run away like a dog with its tail between its legs. But instead, the man looked up from her and Boscha froze.

The man was... Smiling. A sickly sweet smile, with a bit of drool falling from the corner of his mouth. His cheeks were flushed such a bright red that anyone would assume he was sick. His eyes... Oh, his eyes. Those fuchsia-colored eyes had hearts as pupils, they were so full of obsession, adoration and devotion to the young woman in front of him.

He didn't look pained or scared by the blow, in fact, he seemed excited and happy about it. Or at least that's what his heavy breathing said, it was cold so smoke was coming out of his mouth.

Boscha stood dumbfounded, looking at the man. However, that blueberry hair, those fuchsia eyes... Shit, she remember them before. Had they met before? Probably in...

─"Hehe... That hurt me, I love it when you hurt me, it feels so good..."

Boscha was brought out of her thoughts when the man spoke. It was a slightly deep voice, it was soft as silk and sweet as honey. But... Listening to it made you feel... Bad.

The man was incredibly handsome. But there was something about him, much more than harassing an underage girl at night, something much worse than Boscha can't put her finger on it. But it makes her survival instincts kick in.

Run...

─"Oh, Boscha, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you. How long has it been? Oh, yes, Ten years."

Run...

Boscha took a step back from that man, who only continued looking with that obsessive and devoted gaze. He had a small smile, childish and charming. And she feel that it was fake.

So fake...

Run

─"You've changed a lot since I saw you. You no longer have the same innocent and fragile appearance. But it's okay, you're still you."

Run

Boscha took another step back. At that moment, the man smiled madly at her, his eyes the same as those of a mad scientist.

─"Now, I can take what belongs to me by right."

Boscha opened her eyes wide and took another step back, she was beginning to feel something settle on her chest. Her heart was racing. What was this? Was this fear? Why did she feel like screaming!?

Boscha let out a little scream, or well, try. Since she covered her mouth. It was at that moment that she began to pay attention to her survival instincts.

Run and don't stop running.

Boscha turned around and started running away from that guy, she can hear him make a sound of confusion like the same innocence of a child who did something wrong without knowing it.

─"Hey! Where are you going? Oh, I see! We're going to play tag, right? Well, run, Boschy!~ Run, here I come!~"

The man speaks in a childish and happy way, almost charming. The tone he uses with her is sickeningly sweet and loving, like the same way you talk to a pet. He makes Boscha shiver and want to vomit.

Boscha continued running without looking back, she took out her scroll from her pocket. The adrenaline and the fact of running were factors that can be difficult to think about. Adrenaline is something of our survival instinct, thinking little about logic and more about instinct. And when running you also have to be careful not to trip or bump into something.

She failed once to enter her password but in the end she managed to enter it, went to her contacts and slid her finger across the screen. Desperately seeking the contact from her mother.

Where was it? Where was it? Oh, there it is, Emma Hieronymus. Boscha clicked and held the scroll close to her ear as she continued running through the streets of Bonesborough.

─"Come on, mom. Answer, answer." Boscha begged between gasps, this makes her remember when she was a puppy and she needed the, very sometimes, overprotection of her mother.

 heard the hold music for what was agonizing seconds. A minute, maybe two. Until the hang-up sound rang and the screen was displayed. Bocha made a groan of annoyance.

─"No connection? Are you kidding me?"

Even so, Boscha did not give up and tried to call again, unfortunately, the result was the same. Boscha thought of another solution, maybe whining like a cub? No, she couldn't do that anymore, she was an adolescent cub and they lose the ability to call her mother through sounds. Only infant or baby cubs can do that.

And the crow phone? Nah, that crow phone belonged to her mother. It wouldn't go to her unless her mother sent her a message. And possibly her mom is asleep or possibly up late doing paperwork.

Damn, could this get worse than it already was?

It seems so, because Boscha eventually ran into a dead end. The young idol cursed under her breath and turned around to go another way, unfortunately, her attacker was already at the entrance of the alley. She smiled childishly at her but with a slight grimace of disappointment.

─"Oh, you really cornered yourself? Apparently it wasn't necessary for me to do it."

The man said, his gaze glued to Boscha, taking in every tiny detail of her body. As if he wanted to engrave it in his mind without losing any space, no matter how small and insignificant it may be.

They both just stared, The man looked with a big and chilling smile, Boscha was in a more defensive pose. Her hands clenched and with an angry and certain nervous face, trying to preserve her courage. When the guy's gaze moved to her legs, Boscha thought quickly.

The triclops summoned a Grudgby ball, throwing the object at the guy in the direction of his head. It seems that the blue-haired man was not expecting that, as he made a startled face while he dodged the ball. Leaving free space to pass, Perfect!

Boscha ran, pushing the guy aside as she walked past him. However, it seems her plan didn't work, as she felt a hand grab her wrist in an unbearably tight grip. Feeling those black nail polish threatening to bite into her skin.

Boscha was forced to look back, seeing the man smiling in a twisted, obsessive way. In his hand she had a syringe with a liquid in it.

─"Oh, Boschy, I love that you try to fight. It just shows your stubborn personality!~"

The man laughed the way a small child laughs, however, the man's gaze became crazier and more manic. His smile going from ear to ear that showed his teeth, his eyes reflected a sadism that would make the most twisted serial killer look like a joke.

─"I'm going to love breaking you little by little..."

That sentence made Boscha open her eyes in fear, as if at that moment she realized what kind of twisted monster she was facing. She raised her fist in an attempt to hit him, but the man was quicker to inject her with whatever was in that syringe.

Feeling the needle bury itself in her skin causes sharp pain, the liquid runs through her veins, drugging her blood and the symptoms of that sleeping pill begin to hit her. Her eyelids feel heavy, she tries to keep them open but fails. As her eyes slowly close, she only sees his smile.

Maybe she had to go back to the party...

...

«Today, Boscha Hieronymus has been reported missing.
The young girl's mother said that she did not return home after she went to a party with her friends. Emperor Belos has already sent guards to look for the young girl.
We will keep you up to date on the case..."

Chapter 2: Look What You made me Do

She is hungry, very hungry. She can't focus on anything but filling the void in her stomach. That voice speaks to her, orders her, like a second personality. It?s so strong and relentless, and this time, she can't just shut it down or ignore it. No, this time, the voice is bigger and stronger.

"Eat
Hunt
Meat
Blood"

It's all it tells her, it's a damn loop that she can't escape or be indifferent to. The figure in the alley clutches its stomach as it growls, demanding to be filled. She coughs a little and some blood comes out of her mouth, as she gasps heavily from the pain of her empty stomach. And yet, she only thinks about one thing.

EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT

The figure goes still when she hears a noise, her ears perking up. She turns to the direction of the sound. The causant? A raccoon looking in the trash for some food. Moving rotten food or peelings aside with it's little paws, until it finally pulled out a piece of bread.

She didn't take her eyes off her, she stared at it just like a predator looks at its prey. Her mouth is drooling. And her black tongue as long as a snake, thick, slimy and drooling licks its sharp pointed teeth.

Eat

She begins to approach the animal, who was taking bites of the bread before looking up at the person. An innocent confused look, but then it turns into fear when it sees the wild hunger that creature has and how it approaches it.

Eat

The figure's mouth opens, revealing sharp teeth that look like they could tear through any flesh or hard object as if it were a tender marshmallow. Drool drips and her eyes glow bright pink. The third eye is wide open, the raccoon never leaving her sight. If you heard well, you could hear a deep, slight voice whisper from the third eye.

Eat

The raccoon crawled out of the dumpster, before starting to run in an attempt to save it's life.

Unfortunately, it seems that death had come determined to take it away.

EAT

The figure lunged at the raccoon with a roar, grabbing the animal by the tail to pull it towards her. Before grabbing it's limbs and stretching it´s out, making it's belly more prominent. The animal screams and writhes, desperate to escape.

The raccoon began to scream in pain when it's felt the figure begin to bite into it's belly and tear it off with enthusiastic fervor. Before she start feasting on the entrails as if it were a field of cherries. The blood dripped like a waterfall, falling to the ground and creating a pool of blood. The earth turns red.

It didn't take long for the raccoon's screams to stop, only the sound of meat being torn apart and chewed.

---

6 months.

It has been 6 months since the disappearance of Bonesborough's star athlete. Because Boscha was the daughter and future heir and leader of the Hieronymus surname and the family's Apple Blood companies. It didn't take a genius to know that the guards of the Emperor's coven would be crazy looking for any clue about the young triclops.

All they could obtain was videos from security cameras near the club where the young girl had gone. Where the drunk girl was shown leaving the club in a rage.

When authorities questioned her friends, all they could say was about the argument the triclops had had with her childhood friend and how Boscha left the nightclub once the argument was over. Other than that, the clues were few and far between, almost non-existent.

Of course, there was no shortage of theories and, therefore, the people of the Boiling Isles speculated about the current whereabouts or status of the young star.

Kidnapped, she escaped and fled to another place, killed and then her body was thrown into the boiling sea or in the forest, or even that the fauna and flora of the Islands themselves could have done something tragic to the sports star

Of course, Boscha's absence brought a calm to the Hexside students. Even though she was a sports star, the triclops was a known bully but strangely very popular among the students. However, what would become of The Banshees now that their star player and captain was missing?

That did not take away the fact that, now with Boscha out of the way, the Hexside students will try to win the position of "Queen Bee" of the school and some groups of bullies who were hiding under Boscha's shadow out of fear, took advantage of the opportunity to govern the school.

Of course, Boscha's disappearance had affected some. Her mother, the feared and respected owner of Apple Blood's finest businesses, Emma Hieronymus, was devastated by the disappearance of her prized cub. And it went without saying that she had threatened the guards to find her cub, whether dead or alive or injured.

Her friends were not far behind either, the most affected was Skara. The dark-skinned girl had said a lot of things to her friend in the fight, of course, she was angry that Boscha was so... Well, such a bitch with others but she knew that there was more capable in Boscha than being simply "the popular school bully."

And surprisingly, Boscha's disappearance had also affected someone unexpected...Amity Blight.

- - -

When Amity entered Hexside, she could already imagine the scenario she would encounter. There was the usual chaos that there was in Hexside, students talking and laughing, little children running and playing in the hallways, some hybrids or winged demons flying around, plants created by students from the plant track trying to devour students, and beast care class animals escaping from their cages and making a mess in the hallways.

All good, but with the twist that, now with Boscha out. Some groups of bullies took the opportunity to terrorize the weak to rule the school. As much as Amity hated to admit it, Boscha was really needed, the trihlops was the one who kept those bullies at bay. Like a sheepdog does with a flock of sheep.

But Boscha is gone, and possibly she never will be here again...

Amity shook that thought away, instead trying to focus on what her amazing girlfriend was saying. Amity had to force herself to smile and pretend that Boscha's disappearance wasn't affecting her. That would be quite hypocritical of her, she hated Boscha and yet she missed her now that she's gone.

Funny how much someone notices something when you can't see it anymore...

Amity and Luz continued walking, Luz was talking frantically and excitedly about an adventure she had had the other day, and Amity did nothing but smile and listen attentively to her girlfriend. Walking, a pair of two friends passed the couple, not that Amity was interested in her until the corner of her eye caught a magenta hair tied up in a bun...

Magenta hair tied up in a bun... The hairstyle of...

─"BOSCHA!"

Amity screamed, possibly the loudest scream she had ever gotten out of her in her entire life as she let go of her confused girlfriend's hand to run towards the person who, she believed, was Boscha. There was no need to say her tremendous disappointment and shame when she saw that that person was not Boscha.

That person had two eyes, not three. That person had brown skin instead of Boscha's slightly pink skin. And her eyes were not a soft blue-gray, but yellow like gold.

Yes, this was definitely not Boscha. At least not her Boscha. Just someone who had the same hair color and hairstyle. Damn, what were the chances?

─"I'm sorry, I was the wrong person."

Amity apologized with shame and shame, giving a slight bow before returning to her girlfriend. Leaving the group of confused friends behind her.

Yes, Boscha's disappearance was affecting her, much more than Amity really wanted to admit. Internally she was worried about the whereabouts and well-being of her former friend, and the rumors that people had made about her fate were affecting her mind. The thought of Boscha dead made her incredibly anxious, and it was difficult to get the possibility out of her mind.

There's no way Boscha could be dead, right? She has seen her play Grudgby, no matter the injuries Hieronymus suffered in the matches, she continued to play with a cocky and confident smile on her face. With that blazing fire of competition. Hell, even Boscha fought in street fights and she always came out victorious. Boscha always showed himself as someone invincible and strong, not allowing himself to be defeated or affected by anything.

No, Boscha was not dead. It was impossible for that to be. The sun, her sun, she couldn't be dead. She just refused to accept it...

---

Emma had circles under her eyes due to the lack of sleep and poor nutrition that the demon has had. The curtains in her office were half closed, letting in a dim light through the large windows. Her tired, dull eyes, slightly red from her crying, read the business paper she had in front of her.

Although she then threw the paper on her desk, Emma took a deep breath and then let it all out in a frustrated sigh. She ran her fingers through her pink hair with the same feeling. Her sigh was slightly brittle, as if she wanted to cry again. It's been a very difficult few months lately.

Shit, how was she supposed to work when her only child was missing and she didn't know if Boscha was even okay or not? She was her mother, her maternal instincts were made to protect her cub, even if her life depended on it.

She was never a good person, nor bad, possibly decent or mediocre. Was Colette making a plan to kill Alador and keep Odalia again? Well, no problem, she would give her an (illegal) love potion while she had fun with the show. Emma didn't care at all, as long as it didn't apply to her losing custody of her cub and Boscha being taken away from her.

The woman stood up from her seat as she let out a tired sigh. She had no point, she couldn't work, at least not with her mind and spirit being in constant depression and stress. She approached her wine cellar and looked at the bottles available, being the owner of the finest and highest quality alcohol companies in the demon realm, she had a vast choice of alcohol.

Her eyes fell on a bottle of Apple Blood, her daughter's favorite alcoholic beverage, she felt a bit of bitterness settle into her mouth as she stared at that bottle for a while. But finally, her demon tail grabbed that bottle.

Do you want to know something about Apple Blood? Before the Demons and subspecies were domesticated, they were considered predators, their hunger for flesh and blood was such that some lost themselves due to the gluttony of eating. These demons are classified as devourers, demons and subspecies corrupted by the desire for blood and flesh. They were a pest and they reproduced like one.

And, as the saying goes, "you can cover up a predator, with a dress and glitter, but it still be a predator." After the domestication of demons and hybrids, accidents began to be reported that this species ate their owners due to hunger and desire for blood. To solve the problem, Apple Blood was created, which was originally made from animal blood and a little apple juice.

Then the version was created for witches since one drank a little of this liquid and found a certain taste in it. It became an alcoholic drink and then the safe version for children, the juice version, was created.

As Emma grabbed a glass, the pointy tail pierced the clasp and then pulled it out and threw it to who knows where. She poured the red liquid halfway into the glass, left the glass on the table, and then took a deep drink from the bottle of sweet alcohol. Until she finished the bottle, she then threw it in a perfect shot into the trash can.

As she went to sit back down in her chair and try again to get back to work, Emma heard her window glass being scratched. The sound attracting her attention, she looked at the window, outside there was a crown phone scratching the window with it nails. Clearly wanting in. Emma rolled her eyes as she sighed in annoyance as she walked over to the window.

─ "I swear if it's Colette complaining about her marriage, I swear I'm going to fuck that brat..."

Emma growled lowly, opening her window before grabbing the crow. Touch the button that played the message. At that moment, the crow began to speak and a female voice began to speak.

─ "Emma Hieronymus, we sent you a message from the Emperor's estate to inform you that we already have progress regarding the case of her daughter..."

With those words, Emma stiffened, remaining silent. The guard on the other line let out a deep sigh before going silent for a few seconds.

─"We found her."

---

The exit of the alley quickly filled with reporters and some witches who had the misfortune of being near the place. People whispered about the event. Apparently, someone had heard the scream of a raccoon and fearing that it was a wild beast, called the demon hunters.

Later, the healing process was involved, since there was an ambulance next to the entrance to the alley. Attracting the attention of people, and of course, the media.

─ "We are here from the alley on #23 Street, near the former home of the serial killer, 'the gray man', on the report of a witch because she heard the scream of a raccoon come from this alley."

The reporter said, looking into the eye of the camera. Maybe it could be uncomfortable having an eye staring at you, but being a reporter, you got used to it easily.

Eventually, after a wait of minutes, two guards ran out of the alley while dragging a stretcher with a person on it. People couldn't help but gasp and some screamed in horror when they saw who it was.

Boscha Hieronymus, after six months of disappearance, was finally found... Just not in the best possible results.

Her hair was now short, quite tangled and battered and slimy with blood. Her skin was full of wounds and burn marks among other signs of brutal torture that the sight of would make anyone sick. The area around her mouth was stained with blood. She was only wearing a bloody and quite dirty medical gown. She had a collar, one of those cruel electroshock collars that were used to control.

The young woman had a ventilation mask, and her eyes were almost closed, lifeless, soft and tired. It was definitely a scene to find a minor in that state.

Of course, the reporters, being the vultures that live off the misfortune of others. It didn't take them long to record the scene.

"Breaking news, Boscha Hieronymus is found in an alley!"

The guards put the stretcher inside the ambulance, closing the doors and closing curtains to give the young athlete privacy. Luckily, there was a third guard, and unfortunately for him, he was targeted by the reporters. Because they approached him and began to bombard him with questions.

─"Is young Hieronymus okay?"

─"We cannot give a clear answer, she is in a very critical condition."

─ "Do you have any idea what happened to her?"

─"We can't say for sure yet, but I assure you that once we have answers, we will let you know..."

And so and so, the guard answered the questions. While the ambulance began to leave in a hurry towards the nearest hospital. While the whole disaster was happening, there was a small group of teenagers who had seen it all and were simply bewildered and speechless at what they had seen.

Yes, what a bad time and day to go out for a walk with friends. The Hexsquad definitely did not expect to find this. Let alone Amity, when the guards left the alley with Boscha on the stretcher, she felt like the scene was in slow motion. Boscha's empty and lost look, the horrible wounds on her body... They remained etched in her mind.

─"Can she get hurt?" ─ Amity whispered, as if the scene didn't seem real or she just didn't want to accept that it was real.

---

─"And you better, Son of a bitch, that my daughter receives the best care and room in this fucking hospital! Do you understand me, witch!?" ─ Emma yelled angrily at the receptionist, who only cowered in her seat in fear of the imposing woman who was six feet tall.

As Emma screamed, Skara rubbed her shoulders with an anxious look. Amelia was trying to calm her down and Cat was walking back and forth in a straight line. The emperor's servants were quick to notify Boscha's relatives about their meeting.

Skara, third daughter and youngest of the Brandell family. Daughter of a famous singer and a "businessman."

Amelia Brightmare, a relative of the Blight family, being the daughter of Odalia's older sister. Marlen, owner of a famous and successful restaurant.

Cat Brown, daughter of an important and experienced doctor, Edgardo.

The hospital doors opened, both guards entering as they dragged the stretcher with Boscha on it towards a room. Boscha's group froze when they saw their captain, and Emma stopped yelling at the receptionist when she saw the state her baby was in.

─"BOSCHA!"

Skara screamed as she cried, standing up from her seat as she ran to her childhood best friend. But she was stopped by Amelia who grabbed her to prevent her from following the guards.

─"Skara, No, Boscha is not in the best state right now. You have to wait!" ─ Amelia said, trying to reason with her friend who was struggling with her while she whimpered and demanded that her friend let her go to go to Boscha.

Cat was shocked, unable to say anything. Although she later had to go help Amelia since the witch couldn't handle the strength of the witch and mermaid hybrid. So she also had to grab Skara so she wouldn't get away.

Emma was perplexed, stupefied. Not knowing what to say. Her cub... her baby...

Then she pressed the edge of the writing tightly. Causing cracks to first begin to form and then break. She could feel her third eye glowing with rage, her claws appeared, her tail and horns became longer and more pointed. As bright pink fire manifested at her feet.

Someone had hurt her cub...

---

Amity landed at the entrance of the hospital, the Blight simply had not been able to resist and summoned her palisman to go towards the hospital. Her friends and her girlfriend tried to stop her, but Amity was stubborn, more stubborn than her mother. And she decided to go to the hospital to visit Boscha. Her thoughts eating away at her mind.

─"Don't worry, Amity, Boscha is not dead. You have seen her in worse situations... She is fine."

That's what she thought to calm herself down, Amity opened the doors and then approached the receptionist, ignoring how the desk was half broken and with debris on the floor.

─"Excuse me, I come to see Boscha Hieronymus. What room is he in?"

─"Room #58, floor three."

Amity nodded, thanking before heading towards the elevator. She touched the button for floor three and waited, the jingle was like hearing a choir of angels, and she quickly left when the doors opened.

Her eyes darted down the hallways, avoiding the nurses, doctors, even some who were transporting patients and hospital staff. Her eyes searched the room until she finally found it. She looked out the window, and she felt her soul leave her body when she saw what she saw.

The interior of the room was well decorated, quite pretty. But for some reason, there wasn't that much light, there was but it was light and warm. Boscha was sitting on the bed, connected to tubes. The trichlope looked at nothingness itself, while she rubbed her hands as if she were cleaning them of dirt that was not there.

Amity smiled in disbelief, feeling tears coming from her eyes. Not giving a shit if she could come in or not, she walked into Boscha's room. She didn't even take into account that there was no doctor, doctor or nurse in sight.

─"Boscha!" ─ Amity exclaimed, approaching the hybrid. Who looked up from the ground to see her with a confused expression.

Amity grabbed Boscha's hands. Her small hands grabbing Triclop's big hands, she feels some scars on the skin of her hands, but she doesn't care. She is too happy to see Boscha after many agonizing months.

─"Oh Titan, you're... You're here! You're really here, it's you! I can't believe it's you!" Amity continued.

And before Amity could continue expressing her happiness, tears were in her eyes as she had a happy but sad smile on her lips. Boscha spoke, and the next thing she said froze Amity, as if time had passed.

─"Who are you?"

Said a confused but expressionless Boscha, who only looked at Amity with a hollow and empty gaze. As innocent as an infant but as empty and traumatized as a soldier who survived a war.

Amity didn't respond for a few seconds, just looking at Boscha with a shocked expression. She almost felt the air leave her lungs.

─"What?"

Chapter 3: Specimen Girl

Let's take a moment to stop focusing on our traumatized protagonist and focus on him, the one who will be the villain of this story.

Norman Dumitru had a normal childhood. Normal enough for someone who would live and die in the greatest of luxuries. As a child, he only had to open his mouth to get what he wanted. And he had loving parents who would do anything for his child.

The problem? Norman could never appreciate all of this, not because he was a spoiled brat but because he genuinely didn't know how. Being born without the ability to feel or experience emotions made him as empty as a shelf that he had nothing on.

Happiness, anger, sadness, envy and fear. Something so normal for mortals like us but so rare and magnificent for someone as twisted and expressionless as Norman.

The boy always had a fascination with blood, guts, gore, corpses and torture and death. That last one excited him even more. Don't get it wrong, Norman wouldn't mind dying too much. What "excited" him was the feeling of cold that a corpse gave.

Norman was not normal, he did not know what morality or laws were. He was immoral, twisted and disgustingly dark. But he never cared about it. Since he was little he liked to do taxidermy on the dead animals that his father hunted. And it had become a hobby for him.

Of course, Norman always managed to hide that twisted and morbid personality with a false mask. Most knew him for his charming childlike attitude and always giving a "cheerful" smile. A perfect manipulator.

With all of these characteristics accounted for, it's easy to assume that Norman was a potential future serial killer. And you wouldn't be so wrong, actually.

Norman Dumitru, the young and handsome heir to his family's mines, was secretly the leader of the most wanted and well-known criminal organization in the Boiling Isles. "The Ravens."

The Ravens were known for their many crimes. Kidnapping, rape, killing, extortion, smuggling. They had multiple secret bases scattered throughout the Boiling Isles, but the main and most important one was located in the abandoned asylum hidden in the forest.

Right there underground was the laboratory where they experimented with: hybrids, demons, animals and mythological creatures. The Ravens always went for minors as they were easier to handle and manipulate. There, scientists strip the experiments of their humanity to turn them into pets or killing machines. Where they would be sold as slaves or pets or used for the purposes of the criminal network.

Apart from that, they had a circus where they used their experiments as circus animals for morbid and cruel performances. They also owned an island where they built a mansion for parties, it was secret and private, and the cost to be a member and have the right to go was more expensive than two mansions combined, needless to say that they used that mansion to prostitute the experiments.

Now, finally giving an introduction to this pair of despicable beings. We return to our "charismatic" villain of this story.

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All that reigned in that room was darkness, except for the light emanating from the monitors where Norman was watching the laboratory's security cameras. And let's just say the images are... Well, interesting in the mildest of ways.

He could see the walls of the laboratory splattered with blood next to the doors and windows. The light was dim giving it a gloomy appearance. The blood was immense and a small river of blood formed on the ground. There were parts of limbs, guts or intestines and corpses of the scientists scattered on the floor.

There, the experiments were doing a massacre. Exterminating any surviving scientists to kill them in the most brutal ways possible to make them pay for the suffering they did to them. Some ate the corpses of the scientists as if they were a feast in an attempt to feed themselves and fill their empty stomachs like zombies. And the younger ones, that is, the children, played with the guts of the corpses as if they were jump ropes.

Anyone with a weak stomach would be disgusted and repulsed by this scene. Others with hard stomachs could endure it but would certainly feel uncomfortable because of the children's laughter. The more twisted and morbid ones like Norman were simply smiling like a child at an amusement park.

He didn't care about losing some workers. Those idiots knew what they were getting into by accepting the job, being blinded by wealth and power. Norman could easily replace them with other witches, more pawns. That's how people were to Norman.

The young adult always made his moves as if he were playing chess, each of his words and actions were nothing more than a simple method that would lead him to his goal. A few more pawns, a few less pawns, in the end the important thing will be the queen.

The young criminal leader heard how the door to his workplace was slammed hard, it was clear that, whoever it was, it wanted to talk to him. So, very reluctantly, Norman had to turn off the security cameras.

─"Norman! Norman! Are you deaf or what the fuck? Open up for me!" ─ demanded Brennan, his best friend and second in command.

Norman sat in a chair next to a table where there were pieces of a porcelain doll, along with paint and brushes. This was just another one of his hobbies, if he wasn't dissecting animals, then he was building porcelain dolls.

It's not that he liked them... Well, yes, but not for playing or pure decoration. It was more to admire, the fragile and innocent appearance, the cold and pale porcelain... It was something that excited Norman, so fragile and innocent that he had the desire to corrupt and break them. And the cold of the porcelain reminded him of the cold of a corpse.

Anyway, Norman gently and carefully grabbed the doll's small head, grabbing a paintbrush and dipping the brush in paint. Before to answer.

─"Oh Brennan. You can come in, silly, the door doesn't have a lock!" ─ Norman said in a childish, playful and charming tone.

He can hear Brennan cursing himself. Before the door was slammed open and the second leader entered the room, as always, Brennan had an angry expression on him.

─"You saw the fucking mess your damn thing made! Didn't you? I told you, I told you not to kidnap her! But what did you do? You kidnapped her and you decided you wanted to experiment on her too!"

Brennan said, pacing back and forth, whining and venting all of his fury with "B0S-CH4." While Norman just smiled as if nothing bad was happening and he continued with his work.

─"Now look what happened, Your fucking 'girlfriend' created a massacre in the laboratory and freed the other experiments! We were left without personnel, the laboratory is in a fucking mess! And a good part of the experiments decided escape and leave the laboratory, and what's worse!"

Then, Breenan turned on the crystal ball to show the news, where the reporter was talking about Boscha's meeting.

─"Today, after six months of stressful and exhausting search, the Emperor's Alquerre finally found the young athlete, Boscha Hieronymus. Who was found in an alley in a deplorable state and who is currently in the hospital... "

Brennan turned off the crystal ball, before seeing his best friend with an angry expression. He was clearly bothered by how carefree and indifferent Norman was to the situation. While Brennan was worried and nervous that finally after five years of committing crimes, swimming in money and getting away with it, they would be caught and burned by the Emperor's coven.

─"That, that's what's worse! Boscha escaped! We just lost our best experiment and the one we were going to use to kill Belos! You're lucky that Boscha has her vocal cords destroyed and torn, asshole !"

Brennan screamed, but seeing that Norman wasn't paying attention to her and he was just painting the doll's face. This one got angrier. He approached the blue-haired man, violently grabbing his shoulders to force him to look at him.

─"Look at me when I'm talking to you, damn! Don't you realize that if Boscha reveals everything... The emperor's plot will catch us!?" ─ Brennan questioned angrily, squeezing Norman's shoulders so tightly.

Norman stared at him for a few seconds, his gaze being expressionless and empty, there was even a small hint of annoyance. But he quickly returned to his childish, cheerful smile.

─"Oh, yes, it's a shame that we lost one of my most precious experiments. Also, it's a shame that the tracking and shock collars don't work right now."

Norman said, going back to work on the doll's face. But Norman had made the possessive tones clear by referring to Boscha as his experiment. After all, he had been the one who went to the trouble of following her and kidnapping her, so it was only fair that he considered Boschy her property!

Of course, Brennan glared at him, gritting his teeth in hatred. The man looked with an annoyed look at his work colleague (and superior).

─"If you're so 'worried' about your precious experiment. Then look again at what she did to the lab workers, mutilating them and brutally whipping them to death after breaking free. And you, you piece of shit, you're just sitting here." while making dolls!"

Brennan critical, looking at the doll like it was trash and feeling disgusted. Just for the simple fact that Norman was making a Boscha doll. Making every detail of her face.

Norman finished painting the doll's face, leaving it on a stick to dry. As Brennan expected, Norman didn't care about the loss of workers, even he was indifferent to it.

─"Oh, Brennan... Yes, I've seen it, I've seen it all... And I should be mad at her but..."

Then, Norman stood up from his seat in an abrupt and rapid movement. Hugging himself, his hands squeezing his arms with his nails almost fitting into his skin. He had a lovesick blush and a look of twisted, sick obsession. A perverted look, almost drooling.

─"She looked so cute tearing up those useless people, slaughtering and killing like a perfect predator!" ─ Norman said, with a tone of ecstasy and emotion, remembering how he had seen Boscha kill her employees thanks to the cameras.

He remembered how she attacked those useless people who, frightened, tried to activate her electroshock collar or shoot her with sedatives. In the blink of an eye, they had Boscha on top of them, tearing their belly with her claws, or being bitten to pieces. Some were even grabbed by the head and then slammed against the floor again and again until their heads disappeared and left a red puddle. Others were pierced by her demon tail or her black tentacles.

─"But actually, she was as scared as a cute, fluffy lamb!" ─ Norman started laughing a little obsessed with a manic look on his face.

The twisted man almost seemed to drool at the image of Boscha scared and vulnerable like a little lamb. With the little ears and tail, even the hooves and a pretty bell collar. Titan, if he captured Boscha again, he definitely has to convince her (force her) to wear lamb lingerie.

─"She's the perfect experiment... Not just an A, she's an S+, and that doesn't even come close to qualifying how perfect Boscha is!" ─ Norman said, as he laughed like an obsessed perverted stalker.

Brennan looked at Norman silently, looking at him strangely and uncomfortably.

─ "Uhm... Norman..." Brennan said, watching his partner act like an addict to Titan don't know what.

He didn't find it THAT strange, in fact, it wasn't one of the creepiest things Norman has done so far. One day he dressed the corpse of a dead woman as Boscha and then raped the corpse. Hell, even that brat died and came close to dying many times, he's sure Norman had to take advantage of those opportunities to abuse the triclops' dying body.

Still, Brennan's voice was enough to snap Norman out of his trance of perverted obsession, back into his charmingly childlike demeanor in no time.

─ "Oh, I'm sorry, I got carried away. Hehe!~" ─ He apologized, although it was clear that Dumitru was not sorry.

Brennan clicked her tongue, frowning as he squeezed her hands. Looking with disgust at the doll, which Norman went back to work on. Joining the parts of the body.

─"Shit, you don't care about anything, right? You only care about that fucking girl, right? You have MANY women dying for you to marry her, but you, YOU, are obsessed with a fucking minor. You Fucking sick!"

Brennan yelled at Norman with venom in his voice, seeing that Norman wasn't paying attention to him. He walked towards him, grabbing the doll and then throwing it violently across the room. Causing the doll to shatter into pieces like the fragile porcelain it was.

─"FUCKING SHIT WITH YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL!?"

The man screamed, as he panted heavily. Norman stayed silent, staring at the mess of broken porcelain that was the doll of his beloved now. His eyes were slightly open, there was no smile, his expression was blank. The Dumitru got up from his seat, walking towards the shards of porcelain, bending down to grab the part of the face where a Boscha's mouth was. An arrogant smile full of itself.

Norman remained silent, before beginning to speak.

─"You know? When my parents discovered that I couldn't feel anything, they tried everything to make me feel happy. They took me on walks, they bought me everything, they even spent time with me, but nothing made me happy."

Norman began to count, his voice and eyes having a slightly downcast and depressing tone.

─"People laughed at my jokes or complimented me, but they didn't do it genuinely, they only did it because my parents asked them to. They all smiled at me in the hope that I would do it too, but I never did, I could tell how fake they were."

Norman continued, as he picked up the pieces of porcelain and then threw them into a trash can.

─"At that party it was the same, but I saw him. In a corner, looking annoyed at being there. I approached him and asked him: 'You're Emma's son, right?', he looked at me with that cute angry face, and he asked me: 'So what if I am? What do you care?', I didn't get angry because, obviously, I couldn't feel angry. I just shrugged my shoulders and replied: 'I don't know, I just saw you. and I thought you were cool."

Norman remembered that little boy. A small six year old boy, with short magenta skin, slightly pinkish skin, blue-gray eyes with a third eye on his forehead. His cheeks were flushed red like a doll's, and his eyebrows were round like those white spots a red panda has above its eyes. His appearance was so fragile and innocent that anyone could mistake him for a girl.

How old was he at that time? Fifteen years?

─"He looked at me surprised for a few seconds and then he smiled at me... He just smiled at me, I didn't tell him any jokes, nothing... He just smiled at me..."

Norman finished counting, closing his eyes with a certain depressed air. While Brennan stares at him, surprised.

Perhaps... Finally... Norman was showing a more human side?

Brennan smiled softly at his colleague, with a look of empathy and understanding.

─"Norman... I..."

─"And that was..." ─ Then, Norman hugged again, again drooling and having another dreamy perverted look, fantasizing while he was blushing and his eyes were shining stars ─"So naughty! I'm sure he was provoking me with that cute smile of his, begging me to touch him, 'Norman... Norman... Please touch me, Norman.' "

Whoop. There it goes. Just when he thought Norman had a redeemable quality, it quickly went down the drain.

Norman was fantasizing about the little triclops. In his fantasy, the little boy was wearing puppy lingerie, a tight short brown crop top, along with a red dog collar, puppy paws along with tight short shorts. The little one had a submissive look, sticking out his little tongue at him, while he showed off his soft belly. Like he wanted Norman to scratch his belly while he called him "good boy."

─"Norman, Brayan was only six years old at the time, he just found it flattering that you called him cool..." ─ Brennan said, showing an expression of discomfort and slight irritation.

Norman stayed silent, looking at Brennan with a slightly irritated look before smiling charmingly and cheerfully as he quickly pulled out a knife and threw it at his partner. Who quickly dodged it with difficulty.

─"Shut up, I know what I'm talking about."

Norman said, although his smile and cheerful tones were still there, they were clearly slightly forced and the man was slightly annoyed by what his partner said.

Brennan just sighed as he shook his head at his friend's behavior. While he took off his jacket.

─"But you know? You're right about something, Boscha is a perfect experiment. We spent and earned a lot with her. We can't afford to lose her."

Brennan tossed his jacket to who knows where, before walking over to the room's large couch and sitting on it. He turned his head back. Releasing a sigh of satisfaction at how soft it was and also of frustration at all the chaos that had happened today.

Norman just hummed happily, putting away the paints and brushes now that the doll was broken. Then he walked towards the small kitchen that was in the small basement of his mansion, which in turn was his surveillance area. He opened a drawer, which was full of snacks, candy, and packages of popcorn. He grabbed a package of popcorn.

─"So... Movie night?" ─ Norman smiled, he heard Brennan let out a moan of complaint, and he just laughed. ─"I'll take that as a yes!"

Norman smiled, opening the package of popcorn and putting it in the microwave. Setting the appropriate time before hitting the button, letting the popcorn cook. He then took a seat next to his friend, grabbing the control to change the security screens to a large glass screen adorned with a gold frame.

─"So, what movie do you want to see today? A new one has come out and it looks interesting and I really want to see it. But also if you want, we could..."

─ "Norman..." ─ Brennan interrupted his partner, who remained silent and looked at his friend, tilting his head in confusion.

─"Huh? What's up, man? Don't tell me you want to see that romance shit. You know..."

─"No, Norman. Listen. How about we go after Boscha now?" ─ Brennan asked, making Norman stay silent and not staring at him. The raven-haired man sighed. ─"Think about it, she is very weak right now. She wouldn't put up any resistance and it would be easy to catch her. What are we doing wasting time here? I know which hospital she is in, we just go and..."

─"No..." ─ Norman interrupted him, his voice sounding serious and monotonous. Staring with a blank stare.

Brennan remained silent, staring at Norman in disbelief.

─"Are you kidding me? This is the perfect opportunity! Are you seriously going to waste this?" ─ Brennan asked incredulously and annoyed. While Norman grabbed the remote wand and turned on the flat crystal ball.

─"As I already told you, Boscha is the perfect experiment, no qualification is worthy of her. Catching her now while she is weak would be a sign that she is not as perfect as I thought. She massacred many scientists like it was nothing in a short time ..."

Norman said, before putting on a small smile that sent a slight shiver down Brennan's spine.

─"I want to make an effort by having to catch her. Let her put up a fight. So, I'll tell you what we're going to do: we'll let Boscha rest and regain strength while we take care of recovering the other experiments. You said that the laboratory is a mess, right? Well, we'll clean it up and use the experiments we're recovering to recover money."

Norman said, as he opened the Witchflix. While he browsed through the movie options. He until finally deciding on one. Finally, he looked at his friend, still having that creepy little smile on his face. His eyes being deep black instead of those fuchsia eyes. So deep and penetrating that it seemed like they looked into the soul of his colleague.

─"This is not advice from friend to friend, this is an order from your superior." ─Norman ordered.

Both friends stared at each other for a few seconds, Brennan was shocked. It was one of those few moments where Norman left his childish and happy personality for that more serious and creepy personality.

Although it didn't last long, Norman smiled more cheerfully at him, closing his eyes with joy.

─"By the way, can you go get the popcorn? They're already made." ─ Norman asked sweetly.

Brennan froze, before snapping out of his shock and blinking. He nodded.

─"Oh, yeah, sure. Whatever, dude."

Brennan said, standing up from the couch to go to the microwave. Opening it and taking out the bag of popcorn and a bowl to start pouring it. As he did so, he sighed.

Oh, this is going to go very wrong.

Chapter 4: Two Birds On a Wire

Amity stared at Boscha, not breathing even a bit as if she had almost forgotten how to breathe, while having a look of disbelief on her face.

"Who are you?"

This had to be a bad joke... Right?

Amity was so deep in her confusion that she hadn't realized that Boscha's voice sounded very hoarse and hurt. Her words were incomprehensible and meaningless, they sounded more like animal growls.

─"What?" Amity said, almost bursting into laughter. ─"Boscha... What are you talking about? It's me... Amity, I know we weren't on the best terms but..."

Amity said as she raised her hand to put it on Boscha's shoulder. She just wanted to touch her and know if she was truly Boscha and not an illusion in her mind. She wanted... No, she needed to know that she was the real Boscha.

However, when the palm of her hand was just a few centimeters away from touching Boscha's shoulder. She very soon realized that this was a very serious mistake, but a very serious mistake...

Boscha's eye widened in fear as she backed away from Amity and she let out such a loud, heart-wrenching scream of fear and pain that it gave her a chill to hear it. The triclops backed away from Amity so much that she fell off the bed, her heart rate was so high that the lines were no longer showing on the device.

Amity was shocked, before coming back to reality and approaching Boscha with a worried look on her face.

─"Boscha! Are you okay? What's wrong?" ─ Amity asked, she took a few steps to approach Boscha.

However, Boscha continued to back away from her. She shook her head in fervor and fear as she continued to scream in fear. Her screams were like those of a dying animal. The triclops continued to back away from Amity until her back touched the wall, making Boscha begin to feel uneasy as she saw that she no longer had any escape routes in such a small space.

Like a wild animal, Boscha began to run from one side to the other throughout the hospital room on all fours, not seeing what she was bumping into or pulling. She simply ran with the same desperation of an animal when it sees that it is locked in a cage.

And Amity froze as she saw how her (former) childhood friend had gone into a kind of panic over a trigger as insignificant as touching her shoulder. The younger Blight tried again to approach Boscha, before the doors to the room opened and doctors, a doctor and a nurse entered.

─ "Shit, she got out of control again. Someone, go get some sedative!" ─ The lead doctor ordered, to which the nurse nodded and ran out for a painkiller.

Meanwhile, Boscha was cornered against a corner, on all fours and in a defensive pose, her eye looking everywhere as the doctors approached her at a slow, careful pace. The same one you have when you are next to an animal that is scared and nervous.

─"Girl, we're not going to do anything to you, we just want to help you." ─ One of the doctors said as he approached Boscha, his hands raised in a sign of peace.

Boscha pressed herself closer to the wall, wanting to avoid contact with them. When they were closer to her, Boscha tried to jump over them and escape. But the doctors were smarter and grabbed her by the waist, legs and arms. Restricting her movements.

That, of course, upset Boscha more. Who started screaming and whining more. The triclops struggled and writhed vigorously in an attempt to free itself, even scratching and biting. But the doctors continued to hold strong and firm.

Amity, who had been watching the entire scene, was shocked. Never, EVER in her life had she seen Boscha so scared or, at least, on the verge of having a panic attack. She was again taken out of her world when she felt the doctor drag her out of the room.

─"Hey, wait! What's happening to Boscha?" ─ Amity asked, worried and scared by the triclops' behavior.

The doctor did not answer her, Boscha's heartbreaking screams continued to be heard as he took the younger Blight out. He watched as the nurse arrived with a syringe full of such a powerful sedative, entering Hieronymus's room.

Then, He pushed Amity out.

─"I'm sorry, girl. But visitors are not allowed yet." ─ The doctor apologized, Boscha's screams of fear became louder when the nurse entered with the syringe in hand.

Amity opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But the door to the room closed. Leaving her without the privilege of saying anything.

Well... That was, intense and strange. Amity stood there in the hallway, she could hear Boscha's screams of fear, although they stopped after a short time. She assumes that the effects of the sedative made her calm down.

The lilac-haired witch looked at the ground, thinking about Boscha's behavior. She seemed... No, she was acting like a scared animal. In fact, she didn't know why she assumed Boscha wouldn't act scared. She always thought that, once Boscha was found, she would be with some beatings but still with a smile of pride and superiority, possibly arrogantly telling how she had kicked her (possible) attacker's ass.

Not that.

She didn't expect Boscha to be scared and going into a panic attack.

"Who are you?"

And that word... What the hell did that mean? Did Boscha not remember her, or was it just a bad joke?

Amity sighed, before turning around and walking away from Boscha's room. She could leave and return when the triclops is in a better state. But what if something important happened while she wasn't in the hospital? And anyway, her girlfriend and friends should be on their way here.

Amity denied, before getting into the elevator and pressing the button for the first floor. Maybe she would just go to the hospital cafeteria and wait.

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─"You're worrying too much, you should calm down."

Amelia said as she looked at Skara. Who was pacing back and forth while she was thinking about something. Skara always had a brilliant mind, the eighth wonder of the demonic realm, trophy after trophy was added to her list of achievements.

So of course Skara would be the first to theorize and try to figure out what the hell happened to Boscha. Maybe she'll even take on a psychological analysis.

─ "You don't understand, Amelia. Her behavior... It's..." ─ Skara stopped, taking a small pause as if she were thinking.

Amelia and Cat shared a look, before the dark skin raised an eyebrow.

─"Strange?"

─"No... Well, yes, but not that kind of weird... More like..."

Skara was interrupted when they heard the cafeteria door open, the trio looked towards that point, to her surprise they saw that it was Amity. Who also looked surprised that they were here, in fact, it seemed that she didn't want them to be here.

Amelia stood up from her seat and walked over to her cousin, giving them a hug and patting her comfortingly on the back.

─"It happened to you too, right?" ─ Amelia said, Amity looked at her with surprised eyes.

─"How do you...?"

─ "It happened earlier when Boscha woke up, she started screaming and running and scratching at the first thing that came close. She didn't calm down until her mother came into the room." ─ Amelia said, remembering.

Amity was surprised, had Boscha acted like this before?

She was going to ask more, but Skara interrupted her, looking at her seriously.

─"What are you doing here, Amity?" ─ Skara asked, her tone sounding almost hostile.

Amity stayed silent, looking at the bardic student. She's never seen Skara mad at her, shit, not even being mad. But now she was looking at her with hostility, almost as if her presence had been unwanted in the first place.

The atmosphere definitely became more tense, Amelia and Cat remained silent, looking at both while seeming to hold their breath.

─"What?" ─ That's all that comes out of her mouth, she almost laughed out loud. ─ "What are you talking about? I came to see Boscha"

─"Yes, exactly! What the hell do you think you're coming here when you've NEVER cared about Boscha?" ─ Skara reproached her, her tone sounded furious, even her mermaid scales peeked out from her shoulders.

Her small pointed ears lowered at the mermaid hybrid's loud tone. Her hand tightened on the hem of her skirt, she wanted to defend herself but she knew Skara was right in a way.

Amity knew she was a hypocrite, she always had been, no matter how much she wanted to victimize her profile for the simple fact that she didn't like being called out for things she had done. She knew that deep down, she was still that possessive, attention-greedy brat.

Amity gave a deep sigh, relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, letting the hem of her dress squeeze tightly.

─"Look, I know I've never cared about Boscha, hell, not even about you." ─ Her fingers massaged the fabric of her dress. ─ "But Skara, please, I was also Boscha's friend since her childhood. Hate me all you want if you want, but don't take away my right to see her."

Skara looked at Amity with a slight frown, her sclera being black and her eyes a yellowish color with a slanted pupil, the scales on her shoulders were a little more prominent. The mermaid wanted to say something to Amity, maybe tell her that she was 10 years too late for that.

─"Skara..." ─ Katrina (Cat) started. ─ "Don't make me remind you of the reason why Boscha disappeared."

Skara let out an indignant groan, now looking at her friend.

─"Are you blaming me? And how did I know that Boscha was going to leave the club!" ─ Skara excused herself, before grunting a little and letting out a sigh. Her eyes returned to normal and the scales were hidden in her skin. ─ "Anyway, it's not me who decides who sees Boscha and who doesn't, that's for her mother to decide."

The mermaid turned around and went to a vending machine to buy herself a drink. The atmosphere was a little tense but now it was more manageable.

Amity let out a sad sigh, it seems that Skara wasn't going to forgive her anytime soon, nor did she seem to be comfortable around her very soon anyway.

─"Where is Boscha's mother?" ─ Amity asked, wanting to change the subject.

─ "She's talking to Cat's father."

─"Discussing about treatments, They are seeing what to do about Boscha." ─ The girl with glasses added, then looked at Amity. ─ "Hey, Amity, don't listen to what Skara says. It's just..." ─ She let out a sigh. ─ "It's a difficult time for everyone."

Amity nodded.

─"Yes, I understand. It's been a difficult time for me too... I guess."

"Who are you?"

That damn phrase was still spinning in her head. She lightly clenched her teeth, while she looked at Amelia and Cat with a doubtful expression.

Should she ask them if it happened to them too?

Amity hesitated, before the tamagotchi rang, her eyes widened slightly and she grabbed the object. Luz had a message, which translated as: "Me and the boys are in the waiting room. How is Boscha? Is she okay?"

Oh, shit, with all this she had forgotten.

Amity quickly sent a message: "It could have been better, wait there, I'm coming." The message sent, she looked at both girls.

─"I'm sorry but I have to go, they're on me"

─"Yes, yes, yes. Your new friends and your girlfriend, we know, Mittens. Just go, we'll tell you if there's anything new with Boscha. Don't stress too much about this." ─ Amelia gave her a small smile, which Amity returned.

Amity said goodbye to Katrina and left the hospital cafeteria, walking down the hallway that led to the waiting room. As she walked, she couldn't help but think about the event that occurred between her and Boscha. She compared the arrogant and conceited captain of the Banshees to this scared little animal.

«"Don't stress too much about this"»

She stopped dead, the sound of beeping appliances, wheels dragging on the ground, and people walking echoing in her small pointed ears.

"Someone hurt her. They hurt her seriously. That's why she's like this, but what did they do to her?"

Amity thought, it was obvious of course, but it wasn't a physical injury, it was a mental injury. The Boscha she knew would never have had a mental breakdown, nor would she have appeared nervous or scared, at least not in front of the public.

"That wasn't Boscha... Or, was it?" Amity thought, now having more doubts, his head aching from thinking. She let out a moan and rubbed her head.

Her mind remembered the triclops, the memories, both good and bad, that she had with her, trying to project the arrogant Bully into a situation where she was vulnerable. But...she couldn't. Has Boscha ever shown herself vulnerable?

Her eyes widened a little.

---
It was a bad time to be caught in the boiling rain.

Both children ran through the streets of Bonesborough, while the greenish and acidic drops fell.

"Come on, Amity, run faster!"

The little boy with the cap shouted as he ran. The little girl tried to keep up with him, her little arms clinging to her stuffed rabbit.

And then, she tripped, falling into a small puddle of rain with a scream. The boy stopped, looking back to see how the little girl was getting up from the ground, with burn marks on her arms and chin. That obviously made the girl cry.

"It burns me, it burns me!"

She cried. Under the gaze of that little triclops. He could have left, he was a Demon, being good was not in his nature. But instead, he ran towards the little girl, taking off his jacket and putting it over the girl's body to act as a shield. Before carrying her in his arms and starting to run.

The boiling raindrops fell on her body, leaving small burn marks, but the boy didn't care. His main priority was getting Amity to safety.

Amity felt warm, safe. At that moment, the little triclops looked like a sun.

She continued running until she reached her mansion, where she slammed the door open. There was her mother, talking to Odalia, they both made a scared face when they saw how both little ones were doing.

"Brayan!"

Emma screamed, running towards her baby who shook her head. Lifting Amity to her mother.

"I'm fine, it's Amity who needs help."

The little one said.

---

Amity grabbed the spot where her heart was, feeling it beat as she remembered that.

Boscha... She was always protecting her. When she was little, she was a crying little scared kitten. In fairness, she was the youngest, and Boscha was the oldest.

And now, it was Boscha who was vulnerable.

She has to return the favor, it doesn't matter if she Boscha did it without the intention of receiving anything. It's the least she can do.

Determined, Amity continued walking towards the waiting room.

Chapter 5: Extra 1: Shut Up (And sleep with me)

Notes:

This material contains sexual assault towards minors, manipulation, extremely dubious consent, pedophilia. If you feel uncomfortable with these topics, skip this chapter.

Rossana always found a liking for young people.

They were easy to manipulate, full of hormones, and generally very dumb. It was easy enough for her, a beautiful woman, to guide them to her bed and have all the fun she wanted with them.

However, there was one young woman who particularly caught her attention. Boscha Hieronymus. She had heard that the Hieronymuses were incredibly attractive and charming to women, and although she had been able to defend that with the other young men in the family, there was something about Boscha that she was simply too attracted to.

She liked her body, young and full of life. She has a nice clockwork figure, a flat chest with light pecs, broad and strong shoulders, amazing abs, a narrow waist, decent hips, nice thighs, and arms with a slight amount of biceps. Along with a beautiful face that seems carved by the gods themselves.

She also liked her mind. She was young, proud, unaware and naive, wealthy, with a prestigious position in the aristocracy, a knight when she wanted it, and, with the right manipulation, a good girl.

How could she, a juvenile predator, not fall for the charms of such a beautiful young woman? The Titan definitely wanted Rossana to abuse her when Norman kidnapped her, he had made her job easy, she didn't have to bother dealing with her mother, she could go directly to the baby.

Every time the girl was sent to her circus for her macabre performances, Rossana always made sure to act flirtatious, moving her hips seductively, even lowering her neckline a little so that her breasts be more visible when she leaned over.

And, even with all that... The girl simply covered her eyes or looked away, pretending not to have seen...

How boring...

Very well, she had to admit that at first it's was adorable to her, but as time went by and therefore the triclops rejected her advances. The mermaid started to get annoyed, and it didn't help that Molly wanted to monopolize Boscha's attention, grabbing her arm and dragging her away from the woman when she seduced her.

The situation really frustrated Rossana, she was not used to anyone rejecting her seduction. For the love of the Titan, she was a siren, seducing men was in her blood! Weren't teenagers horny and hormonal?

Maybe she was wrong or Boscha is just different. She knew that she shouldn't waste time on her, she could go for another young man, she knew that Norman would kill her if he found out what she was doing his "precious doll." But she can't, she really needed her.

Agh, Stupid Hieronymus and the alluring pheromones and scent of them.

Very well, she takes back what she said, she liked her body but she didn't like her mind very much. In fact, Boscha was boring, pretending not to be her type and always talking about those girls that Rossana didn't know but didn't give a shit about.

Maybe she should skip the seduction step and straight up drug Boscha, shit, or better yet, just abused her when she was asleep...

Nah, they're not fun when the person isn't conscious.

Okay, change of plans, maybe she had to be more direct.

---

The door shook when Rossana threw it against the wooden object. She had had so little time to assimilate everything that a sudden movement really shook her out.

She was talking to Molly until Joseph came to intervene a little, and then, from one moment to the next, she felt Rossana grab her arm roughly, dragging her to her personal office in the elder crows' shared "mansion."

Her hand grabbed a fistful of her robe where her main heart was, forcing herself to smile, a nervous, uncomfortable smile. While Rossana started talking to her.

─ "You know, it was cute at first, but this is getting annoying..." ─ The mermaid said, as she approached the triclops. ─"I mean, come on! You're young, you're free, you don't have to follow those boring old traditions, do whatever you want!"

Boscha was naturally tall for a teenager her age, her demon genetics helped her with that. Rossana, for her age of 25, was a little taller than Boscha.

But at least, she was tall enough so that her breasts were at the young teen's chin. Who couldn't help but blush at the sight of her breasts pressed against her body. Rossana was an attractive woman, and her body too...

And, that didn't stop her from being uncomfortable with the situation. Damn, why didn't this woman take the hint? She could already feel her demon tail curl up her leg, something she did to her when she was nervous.

─"Could you please..."

─"Why don't you sleep with me then?" ─ Rossana ignored her, her hand running along Boscha's abdomen until it reached her crotch.

The sensation sent a shiver down Boscha's spine, her eyes widening as she understood where the situation was going, much to her chagrin.

She pushed Rossana away from her body, the woman took a few steps back, leaning against her desk.

─"What the hell is wrong with you!? I'm sixteen years old and you're twenty-five, and above all you're married! MARRIED! Stop harassing me once and for all!" ─ Boscha shouted at her angry and disgusted, her hand still squeezing her robe.

Rossana opened her eyes, surprised and indignant. She didn't expect that Boscha would finally come before her, it made her realize that the brainwashing hadn't made much progress on her yet.

Her hand that had that unfortunate wedding ring covered the photo of her wedding day with that shark whom she had to call her husband. Joseph didn't love her, in fact, he didn't love anyone and Rossana didn't love him either. A forced and arranged marriage. The cannibal shark could care less if his "wife" was cheating on him with some young man who had the misfortune to fall for his charms.

Now she saw that seduction would not work, she would have to take another route.

The woman placed a hand on her face, her fingers touching the bridge of her nose indignantly.

─"You think I don't know, huh? You think I notice..." ─ Rossana then looked at her ─ "...Your true intentions? Boys are horny, always offering to have sex. Are you even a boy?" ?"

─"I don't..."

─"I don't give a shit, you still have that. You're open-minded, right? I've seen you flirting from girl to girl, sleeping with one and then going for another..."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Boscha's crotch, she couldn't help but smile at the very pleasant sight she had in front of her.

─"Ha! Looks like I wasn't wrong, you're a boy. Come on, don't be afraid to do what you do best!" ─ Rossana said in a mocking tone, laughing as she pointed to her own crotch to point out the problem Boscha had there.

The triclops frowned, her hands clenching into fists as she felt her blood boil. Since she wanted to hit her, hell, she wanted to hit her now. But what Rossana said made her think, her eyes went to her crotch, realizing what was there. And unfortunately, what she found made her more confused.

Her brain seemed to shut down from the confusion she was going through, turning into a stressful and confusing whirlwind. Her heart began to beat more, the sweat showed on her body that she barely understood what was happening.

Why the fuck was her body reacting this way? Why couldn't she stop it?

No, she didn't want this...

Shut up shut up shut up...

Or... Wait, did she really want this?

Shut up shut up shut up

...

Shut up, she wanted this.

Boscha simply stood still, while Rossana made her sit in a chair. She heard the coffee machine working, but she didn't look, she simply looked at the floor, her hands clutching each other with a gaze lost in space.

─"Your shoulders are a little tense. Relax." ─ The woman told her, her hands rested on Boscha's shoulders, beginning to give her a slow and intimate massage. Too intimate for Boscha's taste.

Rossana lightly licked her lips, running her tongue over the black lipstick. She saw Boscha give her a slight frown, and she couldn't help but laugh.

─"It's okay, you're young. I can handle the whole situation if you want. Have you never been with an older woman? Have you never wanted to try it? I know the kind of fetishes that teenagers like you have..."

Rossana continued, her hand slowly began to unbutton the buttons of the young woman's robe. She could feel the excitement coursing through her veins, she was so close to her, so close to devouring this little cub.

The triclops made a small face of disgust and annoyance, looking away while the woman unbuttoned her robe. Although it didn't last long, the mermaid grabbed her chin, her claws pressing against her cheeks, forcing her to look at the married woman. At that moment, Boscha felt vulnerable, the scared expression on her face showed it. The eldest laughed.

─ "Oh, come on, don't make that face..." ─ Under the shadow that covered her eyes, the eyes of a predator looked at her prey. ─ "Remember who has..."

The sound of the door opening interrupted her, there he was, Norman, with that typical childishly happy smile.

─ "Oh, Rossi!~ Joseph told me that you have my Boschy with you, I just wanted to see how my favorite experiment is doing~"

Shit, that was close. Thought Rossana, who let go of Boscha's face and walked towards the door, smiling at her superior.

─"She's fantastic, sorry for taking the girl without your permission, it's just..."

And honestly, Norman didn't hear a damn thing what the siren was saying, his sight focused more on Boscha who was looking at the ground with a scared expression. That is until she looked up and noticed the man, the youngest put on a forced smile while she made a gesture with her hand, telling Norman to come in and stay. She was clearly asking for help.

The young man looked at the little object of his obsession, the air became tense, Rossana surreptitiously pressed the edge of the door, forcing a smile. Shut up, is what the woman thought.

She was so close, so close to making it if it weren't for Norman intervening...

Just...

─"Oh, very good! Just put her back when you're done, okay?" ─ Norman said, before turning around and walking away.

He really left, even noticing the help signal, he just left.

She felt her soul being sucked out of her body, all she could do now was watch Norman leave. Her eyes turning black and empty as she realized that no one was going to save her.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to beg Norman to come back, that he won't leave her. She knew it was his fault why she was in this situation, but she didn't care, she didn't want to be with Rossana, she didn't want to be close to this woman.

She wanted to scream, why couldn't she scream? Why the fuck did she feel that she had no mouth, that she had no voice to speak!?

Her arm stretched out, wanting to reach the man, her eyes filled with tears. She looked at Rossana and her eyes widened in fear as she noticed the woman's sinister and evil smile, seeing how her only obstacle was no longer a problem.

And then...

She closed the door.

Notes:

La excitación y el miedo son similares en cuanto síntomas físicos.

1- Tu corazón empieza a acelerarse
2- Tu cuerpo empieza a sudar.

Sufrir una erección o eyacular durante una violación puede ser confuso para los hombres, incluso a los trans.
Tu cuerpo reaccionara a estos estímulos sin importar el contexto de la situación.
Esto pasa para cualquier genero, es algo que los abusadores usualmente saben y lo utilizan a su beneficio.

Esto es una respuesta común ante el asalto sexual y no significa que lo disfrutes o que "querías" esto.

Chapter 6: Body Terror

It's silent, not in the eerie way like the one in the Laboratory where you dread the hour of your torture. If not, peaceful.

There are no scientists hanging around and analyzing the experiments, there are no screams of pain, there is no one crying. Only the beeping of medical devices and other characteristic sounds of the hospital.

Oh well, she doesn't know if those are characteristic sounds of a hospital, but people tell her yes. Maybe they're just lying to her, but internally she's grateful that she doesn't have to be tense and scared every damn hour knowing she could be tortured. White Lies.

Her eye, her only good eye, looked at the ceiling. Her left one was removed, as evidenced by the large scar that runs from her forehead to her left cheek. The third eye, on her forehead, was half blind. Not that she needed them anyway, her hearing was basically her vision, she could guide herself by that.

The sunlight was very dim, barely passing through the curtains. It was fine, that's how she wanted it, the sunlight was annoying for her eyes, to be fair, she's been underground for half a year.

Her hands rubbed against each other, as if she were cleaning away some kind of grime that wasn't there in the first place, but she still felt like it was there. It's a little stupid, they gave her a bath to remove the blood and any dirt from her body, but she still feels dirty, contaminated.

Boscha had a very slight shiver. Her hair was now shorter and slightly tousled, fluffy, with bangs that covered the left half of her face. Her eyes stopped having that arrogance and fierce shine, now they were only dull and depressing, totally tired and without any desire to move forward.

Her body was not in the best condition either.

She had a cut on her left forearm that was probably from a machete, in addition to more cut marks that were caused by other types of weapons: such as chainsaws, knives, etc. There were even scratch marks, some simply lines and the most alarming ones were the heart-shaped ones that were located on each of Boscha's hearts.

In addition to multiple long or small burn marks of all kinds of degrees around her body: some from flamethrowers and others seemed to have been set on fire.

They had not been made with normal fire, but demonic fire, normal fire did not affect demons or hybrids. But the demonic one did, making it impossible for those who had the ability to regenerate or magic to heal those wounds. Of course, it was illegal to use it nowadays, after all that's what witches used to torture and punish their demons or hybrids in the past.

There were seam marks all around her body: stomach, head and limbs. She had multiple types of scars of all kinds of sizes around her body and also bruises. On her skin there were marks from the use of needles and syringes, as if she had been drugged with experimental drugs and also had other experimental liquids inside her veins.

And on her back was a code: "B05-CH4", which seemed to have been etched into her skin with a hot iron.

It was, in fact, a very battered and abused body. Not even the doctors know how she is still alive. Her heart beats weakly and her pulse is low along with her blood levels, if it weren't for her breathing then they would believe she was dead.

Even her bones were broken and some of her organs were already a little rotten, and Boscha seemed fine as if nothing had happened, she could stand up and walk like everybody.

It was truly a miracle and wonder that Boscha was alive. Unfortunately for Boscha, she was already to embrace death when she fainted in that alley.

Her escaping didn't matter to her, the factor of having died there after so much hard work didn't matter to her either, she could have died there and she wouldn't have complained. At least she wouldn't have died there, where her body would be resurrected to be tortured again, even if she would have died there, her body would be decomposed enough that she would no longer be fertile to be reborn again.

The physical wounds were healed, the psychological ones were not. How is she supposed to find the desire to continue with a body as dirty and broken as this?

She shivered slightly when she felt a slight burning pain on her arm, when she checked, she realized that she had started scratching her hands and one of them got a not so deep cut. She stared at that wound, like some kind of trance.

Her skin began to itch, like when there is dirt there, she began to scratch her arms, with an intensity that took on a reddish color, she made some very superficial cuts, her nails were not long enough to cause serious damage.

She began to pant heavily, in fear and panic. Her heart began to race and her body to sweat.

Why wasn't it removed? Why wouldn't that dirt go away? Why wouldn't those black spots go away!?

They are everywhere, black spots that are spread across her body. Kisses, scratches, eyes. All that was black. Black meant non consensual, white meant consent. But none of the spots were white, they were black.

She could feel the kisses, the scratches, the eyes. She could feel them on top of her, not caring about the triclops' obvious displeasure about it, they didn't seem to care. One manipulates her, the other is ignorant, and the third mocks her.

The predator, the blind, and the fraud. This is how she identifies them.

And there are them, the fourth, the sinners.

There were actually so many that Boscha does not remember their faces or their voices, so she prefers to represent them as a fairly tall female humanoid figure with a completely black body and naked. Her white eye stared at her like a predator. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth with a long black slimy tongue, which always licked her face, chest and groin in a disgusting way, leaving a black trail.

Her long hair was actually black, slimy tentacles with mouths at the tips, they ran over Boscha's body, giving kisses and always seemed to suck something.

That figure was not with her physically speaking, but psychologically, only she could see and feel it. And that was because they were a representation of her trauma.

In terms of physical condition, Boscha was improving a lot, she was almost recovered. She simply still needed to heal her bones and give her a blood transfusion and changes to some organs, but they were working on that. Maybe she'll be here for a month and maybe they'll discharge her.

As for her psychological condition, well, that was definitely not progressing at all.

The door to her room opened, she turned around and she actually saw her mother enter. With a straight and elegant pose, her hat cast a shadow on her face, covering her eyes and leaving only the left one visible.

Emma approached the bed, stopping next to her daughter, looking up and down at her with a stoic expression. Until Emma finally spoke.

─ "My cub..." ─ Emma began, her voice a little brittle, as if she wanted to cry but she didn't.

Her hand was placed on Boscha's cheek, as soft as a puppy's paws, her daughter closed her eyes and purred. A strange but cute purr, but a purr nonetheless.

Emma forced herself to sigh, her thumb stroking the skin beneath her hand, her claw gently scratching her skin. She stares at her daughter.

And to think that she is now a silent and broken girl had been a bundle of fear and terror when any woman approached her. Boscha seems to have a phobia with women now, she could barely stand the nurses and Emma was the only one she felt comfortable with.

But, let's be honest, the bond between a cub and mother is always strong.

Emma sighs again, a brittle sigh, as if she wanted to cry.

─ "Oh my baby..." ─ She whimpered, hugging her daughter close to hers, placing her head on her chest as she now stroked her hair.

─"I'm sorry, dear. I should have been there." ─ She apologized, Boscha just kept silent. She would have liked to respond but, how could she?

With her vocal cords being so torn and destroyed that her ability to speak again was non-existent.

Boscha just grunts a little, like an "It's Okay" response, she doesn't really know why her mother is apologizing. But she does know that she always hates seeing her cry.

If Boscha still wants to stay alive, it is because she knows that her mother will be very sad if she dies. Apart from that, her desire to live was not encouraging.

Boscha let her mother hold her, just purring, the only thing she could put Emma completely calm other than cigarettes or liquor. In addition, her mother has not been able to visit her very often, her paperwork has accumulated too much during these months. So she has the luxury of experiencing the warmth of her mother.

And at least she allows herself the luxury of someone hugging her.

She doesn't know why, but she feels like she needs a hug. She doesn't know why, but she feels like she has to say something to her mother.

And she doesn't know because she doesn't have the voice to tell her. So she just stays quiet and keeps it to herself.