Chapter 105

"Hahaha…." It started almost mild. "hihihihih…." Playful, even. "…he…haha…hehehe…." The long tortured woman reached for her own shoulder. "Hahahaha… hahahaha…" Her hand reached for one of the black objects, slotted into her flesh. "mhmhmhmh…" She tried to claw at it, but only managed shallow touches. "mhmhhahahahaha…Aha…AHAHA…AHAHAHHAHAAAHAAAA….!" The dam burst and her roaring, pained, insane laughter echoed in the air. She clawed at her hair, tore out fistfuls of the white and azure, only for it to regrow in a blink.

Like that, harming herself and regenerating, she kept on laughing. There was joviality in it, somewhere. A relief deeper than the torment that made her contort and her muscles tense, between bouts of laughter.