She picked up the prop. It was a beautiful thing, a barbed coil of fibre-optic cables that pulsed with a soft, violet light. She cracked it against the metal floor. A pretty spark.
The drone’s light flickered. When it steadied, a shape stood in the shadows of the broken webway gate. Taller than a human. Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak whispering against the deck. A helm like a shrieking skull, its eyepieces twin points of crimson malice.
He touched her cheek. His nail was a sliver of diamond-sharp crystal. It drew a single bead of blood. OnlyFans - Octokuro - Drukhari Xenos Witch gets...
In the dark of the webway, a Drukhari Archon smiled at his new pet performer. “Smile for the camera, little witch. The real show has just begun.”
“The pain is real. But the subscription… is eternal.” She picked up the prop
The set was a masterpiece: a broken webway gate, flickering with stolen lumen-tech, chains that hummed with a subsonic thrum, and a rack of tools that would make a Commorrite Succubus weep with envy. The only light came from a hovering drone, its lens zooming in on the sheen of nervous sweat on her collarbone.
But the Drukhari are not a people who tolerate mockery. A pretty spark
She tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat. The Archon raised a hand. It wasn’t a weapon he held, but a mirror shard. In its reflection, she saw not her own terrified face, but the faces of her subscribers. Their slack-jawed hunger. Their real faces, stripped of avatars and payment histories.