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Jul. 10th, 2025 06:55 pmhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/40696506/chapters/166714552
“She looked up to see the machine's giant foot right over her, no time to even try and dodge it. As fast as she could, Yor raised her hands up and held back against the stomp, a resounding shockwave and gale force wind shaking the entire warehouse. It brought Yor to her knees and scattered away everything that wasn't bolted to the ground, even knocking down a few things that were.
“It's… too… much… Yor strained, sinking deeper to the floor. Her entire body shook, covered in sweat and blood as she tried desperately to lift the foot off her. For a few, very brief moments, it seemed like it worked, and when the foot lifted, a wave of respite washed over.
“Only for her everything to be bathed in agony as the foot stomped on her even harder than before, face crushed against the cracked floor. It lifted, and all she had the strength to do was moan in pain and roll over to her back, the world a dark blur of moving red lights circling around a larger, motionless light that shown in a mixture of dull gray with shades of blue. As Yor's vision began to clear, she saw a blackness loom over her and felt something envelop everything below her neck. Once she could see clearly again, nothing could be done.”
I don’t think of myself as being into agonophilia, but this goes hard.
“She looked up to see the machine's giant foot right over her, no time to even try and dodge it. As fast as she could, Yor raised her hands up and held back against the stomp, a resounding shockwave and gale force wind shaking the entire warehouse. It brought Yor to her knees and scattered away everything that wasn't bolted to the ground, even knocking down a few things that were.
“It's… too… much… Yor strained, sinking deeper to the floor. Her entire body shook, covered in sweat and blood as she tried desperately to lift the foot off her. For a few, very brief moments, it seemed like it worked, and when the foot lifted, a wave of respite washed over.
“Only for her everything to be bathed in agony as the foot stomped on her even harder than before, face crushed against the cracked floor. It lifted, and all she had the strength to do was moan in pain and roll over to her back, the world a dark blur of moving red lights circling around a larger, motionless light that shown in a mixture of dull gray with shades of blue. As Yor's vision began to clear, she saw a blackness loom over her and felt something envelop everything below her neck. Once she could see clearly again, nothing could be done.”
I don’t think of myself as being into agonophilia, but this goes hard.