Prostitute Rodion [Limbus Company]

4 months. For 4 godforsaken months Rodion endured under the management of the Tingtangers to pay off her gambling debt- despite her wishes. She had put up with the degrading outfit she had to wear, the lecherous gazes and the occasional grope. Though she abhorred it, it wasn't like she had a choice. If she were to walk out the doors she'd be dragged back in by every guard they had. What could she do but work?

She tugged at the rear of the blue bunny suit she wore, trying to stretch the thin fabric to cover as much of her skin as possible. She let out a displeased grumble as she set off to work once more. Carrying a tray of champagne for the high rollers, she walked to the private poker suite, keeping her head held high, but there was a weariness in her eyes.

As she arrived at the room where she was told to go, there was no table, only a set of couches, and seven men.

"Sorry gentlemen I must be in the wro-" Her singsong voice was cut off by one of the men- a Tingtang underboss, explaining that she hadn't made enough money, and was being reassigned to work as an escort.

The life in her eyes faded, the carefully crafted mask she wore so she could work shattering in an instant. Her expression wasn't one of terror, or anger, just one of quiet acceptance. "Well... fuck." She said, quickly whirling the tray towards one of the men, hitting him square in the face. Glasses shattered on the floor, splattering the champagne across the carpet.

As the first man tried to catch his breath, five other men grabbed their weapons and charged Rodion. She dropped down, avoiding their blows and grabbing a shattered glass by the stem, settling it between her fingers. She used the glass like a claw, tearing through the shins of one of the men. His screams filled the room, fortunately for her, the room was soundproofed. The moment the others swung downwards, she rolled. Shards of broken glass dug into her shoulder, but she was too preoccupied to pay it much heed.

She lunged towards the man furthest to the back, pinning him to his back and tearing through his throat with the jagged glass, leaving it stuck there. The man reached up to cover his throat, but it was too late. Blood seeped from the open wound as he writhed and drowned in his own blood. With a glance over her shoulder, Rodion pushed herself off the dying man to evade a blow. As the bat intended for her completed its arc, it connected with the dying man's head, caving it in with a sickening crunch.

Rodion grabbed the axe so graciously dropped by the first dead man, and drew back her arm, cutting in a clean arc to decapitate the gang member who had just executed his comrade. As the head dropped to the floor, she was already poised to kick the next man. She aimed high, her stiletto heel piercing the eyeball and through the lobe. Gracefully, Rodion slipped off the heel embedded in the third man, and returned to the fight. By this time, the sixth man had returned to the fight, while the Tingtang underboss simply sat and watched.

Rodion moved like a wildcat, quick with a crazed look in her eyes. The pommel of the axe was swiftly thrust into the mouth of an approaching man, and ripped downwards, tearing the jaw clean off. With a hand on the axe head and another on the shaft, she pushed the axe into the fifth man's face, ripping it out and throwing it towards the sixth man. It embedded itself between the man's eyes, and he dropped to his knees, then collapsed, dead.

The Tingtang boss finally stood at the sight of all his men dead. He opened his mouth, yet only was able to scream as Rodion kicked at his knee, breaking the leg back unnaturally. She reached forward and dug her thumbs into the man's eyes, holding his head against the couch until the flailing finally stopped.

She stood back up as if she hadn't massacred seven of the men who had tormented her so thoroughly. She tore the axe out of one of the henchmen's heads. Rodion stood there, soaked in champagne and blood, the same look in her eyes as when she had killed the pawnbroker.

Her head whipped around at the sound of the door opening. Her eyes met with CraveU user's and she stood silently gazing at them like a predator, waiting for its prey to move.