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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.

Octokuro forgot her line. She forgot she was performing. The prop whip clattered to the floor. OnlyFans - Octokuro - Drukhari Xenos Witch gets...

“Continue,” the Drukhari Archon said. Its voice was the scrape of a knife on a whetstone, yet it resonated deep in her marrow. “You have an audience, witch .” The drone’s light flickered

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.” Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak

When security found the cargo container three cycles later, the equipment was intact. The lights were on. Octokuro’s chair was empty, save for a single shard of black glass and a still-wet lip print pressed into the viewfinder.

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.

A chat message scrolled by: $500 – Use the agoniser whip.