Akuma's voice cut through the heavy, suffocating silence of the arena like a serrated blade. She did a little spin on her pedestal, her hot pink lingerie catching the neon light, her face beaming with an expression of pure, unadulterated delight.
"My my, how was that? Amazing, right?" she squeaked, her voice dripping with mock-sentimentality. "I know really, that was truly a fuckery-mazing absolute cinema!"
I grinded my teeth in the dark, the sound of my own molars scraping together loud enough to hurt. Beside me, Kyouya was a statue, his hands trembling so violently that the digital mesh of his 'VelvetVice' avatar was literally flickering at the edges.
Akuma's gaze suddenly snapped away from us, her predatory eyes locking onto the small, broken figure cowering at our feet.
"Anyway..." She leaned over the railing, her voice taking on a deceptively gentle, inquisitive tone. "What are you doing here, little girl?"
