459TEN-005 [Reducing Mosaic] – A Slight Fever In The Throat That Blooms In Pitch Black 05

I put my hands on their soft necks. When I impulsively put more force into them, their expressions distort in pain. There’s no holding back. There are obedient sacrifices there, and they are at my mercy. Looking at the various necks like this, the expressions of pain on the sacrifices that I have burned into my mind come to mind. What kind of expression will today’s sacrifice show?

Planning