(Author thingy)
This is a pretty sad backstory at least in my opinion. I had some inspiration so I decided to write a second story today. If you don't want you don't have to read this I think you'll still be able to understand what's happening in the next chapter. But if you are okay with sadness please read it and give me some tips on how to improve I've never really written something meant to make people feel sad for a character I've written a backstory for Matilda before but it isn't really meant to be purely sad but more how fucked up her life was
(Valery POV)
The Arachne is our sister Genevieve she's called Jenny for short. She is of course not an actual sister of ours. The person we call mom isn't biologically speaking our mom she just took us from our parents because she wants an heir.
She had gathered a bunch of kids in the castle and let the maids take care of them. She set up a bunch of trails for us and elimination often meant death. For example we had a roommate for the first couple of years of our lives with who we did everything together we had to eat together we had to go through deadly trials together. My roommate was a very meek little girl not very physically strong but pretty good at cooking medicine and stuff I got this sense I had to protect her to keep her safe eventually we even fell in love with each other we even started experimenting with some lesbian stuff feeling each other's bodies all night long. Those were some of the most blissful days of my life it didn't really matter that we had to do these deadly trails as long as I had her.
But all good things must come to an end and so did this one day we woke up we were teenagers at this point and the door to our room was locked from the outside we were both confused as to what was happening and then we heard the voice of one of the maids on the other side of the door "this is the last trial if you make it through this you'll be done and you'll become one of the possible heirs for the throne" I rejoiced hearing this when we complete this trial we'll be free to roam the world and I'll see my sister again and tell her about my girlfriend but this happiness quickly faded as I heard what the trial was "you two will be locked in your room till tomorrow morning if one of you hasn't killed the other by then or one commits suicide you'll both die if one of you kills the other you get to survive."
My girlfriend looked at me with tears in her eyes she said to me: "we both know that you're the one who should survive without you I would have never made it this far you should kill me."
"No I'm not killing you expecting me to kill you is just selfish I would never be able to live with myself if I killed you so either you kill me or we both die."
We had an argument for a while about who should kill who in the end we decided to not kill each other and commit a double suicide she was going to make some drugs that would painlessly kill us.
The second she was done I dragged her ass to bed and made love with her like it would be the last because it probably was.
When we were done and panting on bed lying next to each other laughing and kissing each other she gave me an injection and gave herself one as well "sorry for being selfish" she said with a smile and a single tear going down her face as she closed her eyes.
I was confused as to why she said that but as time went on I began to feel hungry very hungry when I looked at her she looked so tasty she smelled so nice it was like I was becoming a starved predator lying next to it's prey and I realized that she hadn't given me suicide drugs she had given me something else she wanted me to kill her so I would live on.
I held myself back for as long as I could I sat on the other side of the room but I couldn't resist her I started coming closer to her again as my resistance crumbled. In the end I was standing right by her side looking at her she looked so beautiful. Her chest was still moving up and down she was still alive she had probably given herself a sleeping drug.
As I watched her I gave her one last kiss on the lips and as our lips parted my consciousness also began to fade and the last thing I saw was a smile on her face and all I could think was that selfish bitch leaving me all alone here in this world.
The following morning I woke up in the middle of a puddle of blood there were body parts strewn across the room and I just sat there in the middle of it glistening in blood and there right in front of me was the mutilated face of my once beautiful meek caring little girlfriend staring at me with one eye.
And you know the funny thing is now I can't for the life of me remember what she was called or what she looked like the girl I once loved so dearly the girl I killed and ate and I can't even remember her fucking name or face.
Hilarious right?