NSFW -- CONTENT WARNING -- Luck Be A Lady

Posted on Tue Nov 30th, 2021 @ 9:42pm by Lady Luck
Edited on on Tue Nov 30th, 2021 @ 10:07pm

NSFW!!!

CONTENT WARNING!!!!

THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GRAPHIC THEMES!!!!

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!

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Exsanguination.

Such a glorious word. So delicate and gentle the way it just rolls from the tongue so perfectly.
Ex·san·gui·na·tion.

Strangulation just seemed so passé in comparison. So last season.

A black gloved hand reached for a trio of dice, the muted Klickklackklickklack sound was replaced by the sound of the dice rolling across the hard surface of the dresser and a soft feminine voice. "Luck be with the Lady tonight." There was a smile that accompanied the words as a lithe figure walked across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing a gloved finger to the lips of her companion, illiciting a soft, barely audible whimper from the other.

"Shhh my love," she whispered softly. "The paralysis agent will have taken effect, you can't struggle even if you wanted to." She leaned toward the bedside table, picking up a laser scalpel, activating it. "Of course, that doesn't mean you won't be able to feel anything. In fact, quite the opposite. You will feel everything, every touch..." she paused, running a gloved finger down the side of his face and onto a bare shoulder. "Every incision..." The first incision was made with exacting movements, beads of dark red blood pooling at the incision site on the inside of the upper arm. "And thanks to the anticoagulants, we, my love, will have many, many hours to play."

There was something delicious about the look of fear in his eyes. The flicker of eyelashes, the quiver of an eyelid, eyes wide as he watched her. The look in his eyes said it all, he knew. He knew his life was about to be over, yet instead of seeing the joys he had experienced, his final moments would be consumed by her. She would be the final memory forever etched into his mind, the last thing he saw before he lapsed into beautiful death.

Another incision, longer, deeper, following the femoral artery along his upper thigh. She admired the steady ooze of the blood for a moment before reaching for a dermal regenerator, activating it and swiping it over the area she had just sliced, healing the top layer of skin but leaving the artery bleeding within.

"Is there any colour more divine than blood red" she mused, switching back to the laser scalpel, fingertips trailing upward, over his hip, onto his bare stomach, continuing upward to the left side of his face, caressing tenderly as the laser scalpel again pierced his flesh.

His eyes widened again with pain and fear. She smiled, leaning in, her mouth brushing against his ear as she whispered. "Sshh my love, you don't want to finish too soon do you?"

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Play time was over. His body had succumbed to her careful ministrations, and now there was only one thing left for her to do. Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed with the laser scalpel, making a careful incision along the top of his chest then down the left side before carefully peeling back the upper layers of skin, revealing the muscle and flesh below. Picking up a cauterizing tool, she activated it and carefully cauterized her mark onto the muscle. Once the lettering was complete she lay the upper layers of skin back in place, using the dermal regenerator to heal the upper skin. Just as she would always be the last memory he had from life in this universe, her calling card would be forever etched on his heart. It was just a shame no one else would get to see it.

Standing up, she looked down at her handiwork. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping. No outward signs of injury or struggle. No sign that anything had happened at all. His life sign just simply ceased to be. She picked up the medical kit and cast a glance toward the dice sitting on the dresser, a smile dancing across her lips as she walked across the room, pausing just inside the doorway. "Computer, run program Lady Luck Thirteen."

There was a beep of acknowledgement, a flicker of lights, and then safety in the knowledge that everything that had happened in those quarters now existed only in her memory. Even the secondary and tertiary backups had been purged of data. The doors closed as she started walking along the corridor, medical kit swinging jauntily by her side as she whistled an old Frank Sinatra tune, 'Luck Be A Lady' as she walked.

Luck is a fickle girl who doesn’t like lingering in any one place; she strokes your hair back from your brow, kisses you quickly and flits away.