Chapter 312 – Devotion
'Ah… I'm going to enjoy torturing this fucking bitch,' Inara cursed inwardly as she lay on her back, on a floor made of slithering maggots, her entire body riddled with them.
Maggots crawled into her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her skin, her ears, seeping deep inside her from every opening, drinking her blood like a pool to bathe in, and licking at her brain as though it were candy.
At that moment, Inara was made entirely of writhing, crawling black and white maggots — from head to toe, from the inside to the outside — her mind barely holding together under the strain.
The deceptively sweet voice of the monster slithered into her mind, beautiful and haunting.
"Show me, Heiress," it whispered eagerly. "Show me you are my master."
Its tone carried an almost desperate longing, as if Inara's failure would wound it more deeply than her suffering ever could.
