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She kicks the bottom of the gen as she watches sparks fly out of the rusted-over engine, winding up to deliver one final hard strike to dislodge the stuck component of the machine. It was difficult for Taurie not to be frustrated trying to fix the stupid thing, she wasn't supposed to be here after all. She'd been trained to be a killer, to appease the Black Talon through sacrifices of blood, and now she was a lamb on the altar. Her knowledge of the ways of the trial had served her well so far, yet something felt very off about this one. Three generators repaired entirely and hide nor hair seen of their killer, she wasn't even sure who was after her this time around. At the very least, she knew Haddie was not among her "allies", the first time she'd seen her in the realm Taurie found herself too distracted to hear Leatherface's approach.

The generator sparked to life and the flood lights atop the pole flickered on just in time for Taurie to hear the telltale heartbeat of a lurking predator. Light footsteps, humanoid sounding, no clunk of toted gear. A shadow in the doorway made her throw herself into a locker, cringing at her own mistake as the metal clanked shut. Chasing the sound, Taurie caught the outline of a short girl in a hoodie with pink hair carrying a small knife.

The second-to-least intimidating figure in the whole realm behind fucking Dwight.

Taurie was not sure what The Black Talon saw in the Legion, three of them didn't even seem to want to be here, and none of them were good at what they did. Sloppy, emotional, inexperienced, it was obvious even in the way this one ran towards her. The pink one, Sammy or something, stood too close to grab at the handle of the locker and caught the opening door square in her head. The blow was barely softened by the homemade mask she wore, though it sent her flailing back onto her ass while Taurie blew past. Moving for the window, she dodged just in time for a wild lunge to miss, going way past and burying the Legion's blade deep into the wood of the frame.

A few seconds would be all she needed to rush out the other door while they were busy retrieving their weapon, but Taurie simply couldn't resist turning around to spare a glance the way of Susie. Despite the increased strength of the Entity, she was still trying to pull the knife out, having to put her leg on the window for leverage before she would manage to yank out the blade. The masked girl wasn't prepared for it to come free and followed with a series of awkward fumbles that sent the blade flying right towards Taurie, clattering almost perfectly next to her foot. 

Taurie acted fast, swiping up the blade and brandishing it to defend herself; regardless of how physically gifted the Entity made you, it was painful to be stabbed. A simple fact of life that remained true even in the strange other-world in which they both danced for the amusement of an eldritch spider. For a moment in time, all she did was observe. It had been a truly absurd comedy of errors to even get this far; getting hit by the locker, the complete miss, and the wild fumble, how does one even do something like that? Despite her own pause the killer was motionless. 

To imagine such a failure as a servant of the Black Talon angered her, and she surged towards Susie, who faltered in the face of an armed survivor. Taurie pinned her against the rotted wooden boards making up the wall with her right arm, the left holding Susie's own makeshift knife to her throat. One of her knees held Susie's leg in place just in case she got any ideas, though she'd offered no resistance of any kind so far beyond a feeble yelp as her back hit the surface. The killer's hands went to the cultist's own right forearm, but Taurie pressing the tip of the knife barely against her skin stopped anything further than the sound of breathing behind the mask.

How could you be given so much and still be so powerless? How could you make so many mistakes without being banished from your role? A role that should be Taurie's, by all accounts. This girl specifically may not have taken her place, seemingly having been here a while when she even arrived, but it was the principle of the matter. The Black Talon had deemed this pathetic creature a hunter and herself prey by what metric? What kind of cosmic joke-

Her building rage was sideswiped entirely when she noticed that Susie was grinding against her thigh through both of their outfits. Her hold loosened, not intentionally, moreso a byproduct of being completely dumbfounded, only for Susie to press Taurie's own arm tighter against her. 

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

The absurdity of it all hit her at once; here they stood, alone in a disgusting old shack in the realm of the Black Talon, while the other three survivors were in the process of escaping, and Taurie sat holding Susie's own knife against her neck while Susie humped her leg and tried to quiet the sound of moans. 

"You are a fucking loser, you know that?" Yet she did not pull away, feeling her annoyance, confusion, and anger worn down by raw need. She'd obviously not gotten any action inside the realm, but she had not been here all that long. Being a Disciple of the Black Talon, however, did not offer many opportunities for one night stands, and Taurie couldn't remember the last time she'd even touched herself. There was something confoundingly irresistible about watching this absolute failure in such a state, and the right arm at Susie's throat lowered. Her hand found the hem of the girl's skirt and her leg shifted out of the way, sneering at her when she made contact with the completely soaked panties beneath.

"Loving this, aren't you? Fucking useless whore." 

The dig earned a needy whine before Taurie's fingers pressed into the wet fabric and drew out a much longer moan, dragging back and forth against her underwear with two already-slick fingers. Taurie's own breath came faster, as loathe as she was to admit it, this was really doing it for her. She could feel heat building in her own core, clenching her jaw and fighting the urge back. She would not let the Entity see her in a state like this girl's, it was beneath her. Her frustration showed itself in a slight increase in the force of the knife, drawing just a bead of blood from Susie while her panties were unceremoniously yanked halfway down her thighs. 

Her index finger pushed into her & curled, causing Susie's knees to buckle and Taurie to press their chests together to hold her harder against the wall.

"Don't you fucking fall over, got it? If you collapse, I'm walking away." Susie gave a weak nod to answer, grinding her hips again to generate any additional contact she could with Taurie's fingers. The killer tried to reach a hand out for Taurie's shoulder to steady herself, but she found it pushed away and settled for bracing against the wall instead. 

Taurie's middle finger entered with a wet pop, a surge of arousal shooting through her while her hand got to work. She could feel Susie trembling in between her cries of pleasure, barely able to keep herself together at this point and entirely past the ruse of resisting the survivor. Part of her wondered if the initial plan had been to make it seem unwanted from her end to avoid punishment from the Entity, a foolish goal if ever there were one. The Black Talon can see all in its realm, knows you better than you know yourself. It can't be tricked, not like that, and Taurie knew Susie would see consequences for her actions. For now though, Susie was close to the edge, her swollen clit begging to be touched and very intentionally avoided by Taurie up to this point.

"Beg for it, I want you to beg me for it. I know you're desperate, so let me hear it." She growled, still fighting against the pull of her own desperation in turn. 

"P-please..." Susie choked out, ignored at first. Not good enough.

"Please, please, I need it, I need you to make me cum, I'm- OOOH MY GOD..." She was completely derailed when Taurie's thumb brushed against the sensitive bud before starting to properly massage it. She'd wanted to ask her for more, drag out the request, have her say a few things, but her patience was absolutely not up to the task. Not now, not with how pent up she felt. Susie clenched around Taurie's fingers and bucked weakly into her hand while she rode out her climax, all of her sounds muffled by the stupid mask that covered her up. Dropping the knife entirely, Taurie yanked it off of her face, revealing the acne-ridden pink-haired younger woman before her, eyes screwed shut while she came. 

All of her strength sapped, Susie let herself fall completely limp. Contrary to her own warning, Taurie caught her and held her against the wall, their faces close, sweat dripping down their bodies. Slowly, the survivor withdrew her hand from Susie's folds and lifted it to her face, her fingers connected with strings of the girl's slick juices. 

"I'm leaving, clean me up." It was meant to sound more venomous than it did, most of Taurie's focus being poured into keeping her own clothes on and actually walking away. A task not made any easier when the utterly spent killer complied right away. Eager and sloppy in equal measure, her lips cleaned each digit one by one, her gaze shifting to make eye contact the whole time. It shot another flare of want straight through her, but she had to ignore it. 

Just ignore it, just turn around and leave of the gate, the other survivors are probably long gone and they'll notice if you're here too long after. Do you want to answer stupid questions from stupid people?

Her train of thought crashed into a veritable canyon at the sight of her last digit sliding out of Susie's mouth as the killer held her wrist with both hands, looking up at her expectantly. 

"Sod it all, help me out of these pants."