The Loveliest of Lies (Oumota)

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PSA: This chapter features some graphic-ish violence in angie's execution. Gore, knives, and Monokuma being Monokuma.

I'll put a * when the execution begins, and a * when it ends, in case you want to skip it. 

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A sandy beach with a stone altar appeared.

Angie was strapped to it.

The kubz had dressed her in a skimpy white bikini, even skimpier than the ones she usually wore, and had put white flowers- hibiscuses in her hair. She was almost nude.

Angir grinned at the camera. She had accepted her fate.

A title came up:

"Artistic Sacrifice!

Ultimate Artist Angie Yonaga's execution: executed!"

It was written in blood red ink against a white background.

The screen switched back to Angie.

A hundred small Monokumas appeared. They wore little loincloths and carried knives and paintbrushes.

Two others came on screen. They were heaving a large-impossibly large, canvas across the beach.

They put it behind the altar and then joined the others.

The Monokuma-tribe started cheering, waving their knives and brushes in the air and jumping up and down.

Angie laughed with them.

They then formed an orderly queue, looping around the altar and the beach in a big whirling line.

Angie's smile became slightly nervous.

The bears began chanting, a creepy mumbling rhyme that gave Kaito a headache.

The first bear stepped forward and raised its knife-

He slashed Angie's right wrist. It was a tiny cut, but even so, it produced a few droplets of blood.

Angie's smile didn't falter.

The bear immediately pressed his paintbrush to the wound and then stepped behind the altar.

He put a tiny streak of red on the canvas.

The next bear stepped forward and repeated the process.

Then the next one, and so on and so forth.

The rest of the tribe was still chanting.

Kaito swallowed.

They were going to drain Angie of her blood.

By the tenth cut, Angie was biting her lip.

She was still trying to smile, but it was very strained.

By the twentieth, she was crying and whimpering, no longer able to put up a brave façade.

The execution went on.

The bears sped up. They moved on to her other arm, then her legs, and finally her chest.

It took Kaito a few moments to realise what they were painting.

A giant Monokuma.

The chanting waned.

The bears exchanged worried looks. They'd realised that they didn't have enough blood to finish the picture.