Russian Roulette:

Simone’s Notes:

Russian roulette is a potentially lethal game of chance in which participants place a single round in a revolver, spin the cylinder, place the muzzle against their head and pull the trigger. "Russian" refers to the supposed country of origin of the game and roulette to the element of risk-taking and the spinning of the revolver's cylinder being reminiscent of spinning a roulette wheel. It is believed that the game originated in 19th century Tsarist Russia. Prison guards forced the prisoners to play the game, and they would place bets on the outcome. Although the true history of the practice is very difficult to prove, many scholars maintain that it was there that the game developed, thus earning the name Russian roulette. Throughout the next hundred years - and particularly during the violent periods of the Russian Revolution - unstable and suicidal Russian officers would play the game in front of other officers. What is even more surprising is that otherwise sane and perfectly healthy officers engaged in the practice merely to prove their bravery.

Manami waited in the snowy night as her new game began. She decided to get Envy up on his advice. Maybe some of the pets needed to die. Tonight would be a test. She had picked out the perfect test subject. This pet was a wild young thing. Nineteen or twenty give or take. Something about this girl seemed to yell out to the Fallen Princess. “Perfect for the killing!” Manami thought. Just earlier she had sold the girl some of the Good Doctor’s homemade drugs. Several hours of drinking and partying went by with this drugged up girl. Now, it was time to wrap it all up.

Manami counted down to when the pet was going to die. The drug in her body was eating up her life right away. Manami could taste it on the tip of her tongue. “Oh yes!” she thought in orgasmic bliss. “Her life will be mine!” The unsuspecting victim walked into a bar across the street from the club she was just in. Desire Graveyards was its name. How perfect! What bar that she chose to die in. The Fallen Princes felt her heart pounding in her chest up to her throat. Just hours ago, she had given her slaves permission to kill their pets without sex or torture. She would be the first to enjoy the Good Doctor’s new drug. Time ticked loudly in her head. “Come on, you stupid cow!” she thought. “Hurry up and die already!” But yet, she knew that she couldn’t rush death. It wouldn’t be so fun that way. No, better wait this one out. Maybe, she should go into the bar to watch the impending death unfold… Nah! Waiting out here would be fine.

Envy was foreign to her. He acted odd to her sometimes. But yet, he seemed so wise, in an odd way. For some reason, this latest scheme of his couldn’t be passed up for any reason. Manami just had to try it out. The pet’s time to expire ticked loudly in her ears. Her heart felt as if it would jump out of her mouth at any given moment. Manami had to tell herself to calm down many times. “There would be plenty time for celebration later!” she thought. “Just sit back and enjoy the show!” That she did.

Close to midnight, the lovely death began to unfold. A scream came out from the bar. Manami looked up right away. The girl ran straight into the nearly deserted street. Manami’s eyes saw heavy shades of black and red. Her heart pounded inside of her throat. Here it was. The taste of death courted her bittersweet tongue. A group of teenage boys looked at the high girl and looked at her. Their laughter only made it worse for her.

“No! Get away! Get away!” she screamed over and over again. The demons in her head crowded around her closer to devour her piece by piece. Needles began to form all over Manami’s insides. Her own blood flooded into mind and mouth. Time swirled faster and faster in her brain. The pet fell back on the ground screaming and tearing at herself. Her black nails scratched at her skin trying to tear the demons off of her. The laughter died away as she began drawing blood and tearing at her brown eyes and choppy black and pink hair. Fear had taken over the large growing crowd. They certainly weren’t witnessing anything normal. No! This girl had to be possessed by the devil. Manami felt her own soul rising up high inside of her curvy body. “Yes! More! More!” she thought. The Fallen Princess got her very wish.

The girl still kicked and screamed around on the ground. She had become a hideous sight to see now. Scratches covered her flesh more than the effect of falling into a thorny bush. She held on tightly to patches of her hair in hands. Blood gushed violently out of her mouth where she had bit her tongue. The cherry pits where her eyes used to be were the worst. She had become a creature unrecognizable to man. Manami could now feel her whole body rising in delight as the end drew even closer to for them all.

At last, the girl collapsed to the ground dead and bloodied. The demons in her head had won. The crowd all panicked in horror. A few started dialing for an ambulance. The Fallen Princess ate up the escaped soul in one swift movement. “Exquisite!” she thought as if she had just had multiple orgasm. She licked her lips as she finished up her nightly treat. Satisfied, Manami disappeared into the alley behind her. The experiment dubbed “Russian Roulette” had been a huge payoff. Now, she, the Good Doctor, and all of the other slaves could kill more pets with this drug Dr. Pierce and Victoria happily named “Double R.” Good old Envy was right after all—killing pets without the sex was the ultimate high. But, she wouldn’t over do it. After all, what fun would it be without the sex and torture?