Sometimes I imagine getting married to Valencina...
Sometimes I imagine getting married to Valencina from the hit game Limbus Company without really knowing her that well, and things go great the first few weeks but after awhile I start to see more of her true self. I stay at home and prepare a meal for myself and my much larger and superior Thumb Sottocapo wife, cleaning and tending to things as a useless bitch while my perfect mate is out fighting syndicate members that could snap me in half. A few hours later she arrives back home, covered in sweat and bruises, and she has 5/5 Violence. I bring her a bowl of my freshly made DIY Hamhampangpang Fixer Bisque, but she doesn't like it and decides to splash it all over me. I fall to the ground crying out as it burns me, and she stands over me and laughs. She starts kicking me in the ribs, droplets of her sweat and blood drip down onto me being my only source of relief from the horrible burning all over my chest. She continues to beat me, I'm sure I have multiple broken ribs from her powerful kicks alone. I'm weeping and coughing as she bends down and tells me to know my place, before stripping off my clothes and leaving me there naked on the floor. By the time I've woken up it's already morning and she's left to challenge more syndicate members. I get up despite the broken bones, burns and bruises all over my body and dress, preparing her more soup for when she gets home again.
Over the years after so much abuse my body would toughen, my skin would be much thicker where I was burnt and I would be covered in scars. I could get them patched up at the nearest surgeon, but the reminders of my overwhelmingly powerful wife scare me. If she found out I got rid of the scars, I don't know what she would do. I'm incredibly sexually frustrated after all this time, I beg Valencina to spend some time with me but she refuses, only spending time partying with other Sottocapos (who I'm sure she's cheating on me with) and beating on me. I try to sneak out of the home and see what the outside world is like, maybe I could even find someone to help me escape the nightmare I'm living in. I stumble through The City, I thought that it would be difficult to find empathetic people, but am pleasantly surprised to see a young fixer wandering around just outside a party. He sees my body half naked and broken, and immediately picks me up and tells me "let me take you to her, she'll know what to do!"
I stumble through the run-down architecture, my feet are cut and bleeding from the chains she applied earlier, but I'm almost immune to such simple pain now. We round the corner to the party, and at the centre I see my once beloved Valencina, drinking and surrounded by a dozen other women far more beautiful than my ugly battered body will ever be. She locks eyes with me after the man calls out for help, and for the first time since we were first married she smiles sweetly. I almost forgot how beautiful she could be, when she isn't staring down and smiling cruelly at me. She stands and with a single bound grabs me and scoops me into her arms, shouting to the crowd that she will take me home and be back shortly. Before I can even protest she is running back home with me in her arms. I'm horrified imagining the terrible things she will do to me once we arrive back.
As Valencina bounds away from the party, her grip on my pathetic body begins to tighten. Now that we are out of view her facade drops, and her kind eyes are replaced with the ones I know so well. Her nails dig into my skin and I begin to feel the air being pressed out of my lungs from the pressure. I see our house in the distance for a moment, but she seems to not actually be heading in that direction. The air begins to chill as the hellfires warmly lighting up the town quickly disappear behind us. I'm shocked by how quickly my wife can run, bounding hundreds of meters in a single step. I begin to shiver, the tattered rags that I wear in a failed attempt to cover myself offer no protection to the cold winds in this cave. Finally Valencina comes to a halt, dropping me from her arm onto the rough stone. I look up in terror at the 6'0 woman I used to love as she stares down at me. I can see her breath in the cold air, she is breathing heavily not from running miles in just mere moments, but from rage. She bends down and whispers in my ear "Why did you come to see me?"
I burst into tears, begging her to not kill me. I try to remind her of the times we had together, but even I struggle to find a good memory with the two of us. Valencina stands back up and delivers a quick kick to my chest to shut me up. She places one hand around my throat and uses the other to rip off the tattered clothing I was wearing. She lifts me up by the throat pinning me against the stone wall. The sharp stones cut my back as I struggle for air, clawing at my wife's massive hand in a desperate attempt to breathe. She begins delivering bone shattering punches to my gut, I try to scream but no air comes out. My vision begins to go blurry, and just before I pass out, she drops me and splashes District 8's Special Drunkening Goo on me face to wake me up. I feel the alcohol burning in my cuts as I gasp for air, barely whispering for her to stop. She lets out a loud hearty laugh and stares down at me. "Isn't this what you want? You were asking for this the moment you set foot out of my home." She says, watching me squirm on the ground. I shake my head in protest, but deep down I know... I love it. I love having my body broken by Valencina. I love when she looks at me with her cruel, sadistic eyes. I love when she takes me out in public while I am at the end of her leash.
Valencina scoffs, looking down at me with disgust. She turns and just before bounding away, I shout "I love it!!". She stops for a moment, and turns her head to look at me. Her lips curl into that cruel smile again, and she turns to stand over me once more. "I know you do."