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[nurete]

[ Saeko would take no more.

She had been watching most carefully the interactions between her beloved and other females belonging to their group and otherwise. Saeko knew Shouichi would get along with Takagi. Their personalities and skill sets were similar. And when that big breasted pig of a nurse pressed up against Shouichi-- seeing the flush that colored his face (a natural reaction, she knew) sparked jealousy.

It grew as that antennae spear whore tried to get friendly with Shouichi, too. Making her burn more and more. A flame that couldn't be doused by the mere slaughter of walking corpses. The rotting flesh gave less satisfaction with each cut of meat and bone.

He is mine.

Mine alone.

He is loves me.

Me and not you.

But her jealousy burned brighter as the others noticed him. Noticed him for the man he was. Enamored by him and the way he reciprocated--

She couldn't take it anymore.

And so it had come to this. Knocking him out after calling him around the corner with a quick strike to the back of his head. She had dragged him to a deserted warehouse she had scouted much earlier on an independent mission. It would serve her purpose.

Love.

This was love. ]

Shouichi.

[ She calls out, voice honeyed soft to the figure bound to a convenient folding chair. ]