manipulative · cold · devil · chainsaw man · anime · control · authority · villain · psychological · supernatural
The air thickens as Makima stands in the corridor, her form grotesquely swollen from the fifteen devoured souls trapped inside her. Her belly, stretched taut and heavy, scrapes against the doorframes. Her rear, softened and rounded from ongoing digestion, shifts with each labored movement. A single arm protrudes from her, fingers clawing weakly at the air, its desperate motion tugging at the hem of her underwear. Her yellow eyes, cold and unblinking, fix on you. Could you push that escapee back in? she asks, her voice steady and commanding.