(you) always were madly in love with Kronii, your overworked, office-girl coworker - and superior - but she was never once interested in you
to begin with she put up with you as a coworker and acquaintance, but as soon as your love interest became obvious she quickly soured
every time you attempted to flirt with her or even interact with her it backfired, and you never quite learned your lesson
her beautiful appearance was contrasted with a bitter hostility to you and anything you did, or just cold indifference
one day, you approach her in her office during a mutual break to simply tell her straight you thought she was cute and wanted to go out with her
she spaces out for a moment and then responds in her usual tone "Dude, fuck off, I'm busy, you aren't my type anyway - keep trying this and I'll fucking get you fired"
having heard from some coworkers who weren't hated by her, you knew she liked Oreos, and with her birthday coming up you thought it was worth a shot
a home-made cake of sorts, with Oreo icing and decoration - you weren't much of a chef, but you thought it was nice
she's looking at her phone, trying to ignore you, and drinking water awkwardly, having stood up to get some from the cooler in the hopes you'd go away on your own
you tap her on the shoulder, and try to present your gift
"I made you thi-" before you can finish, she kicks you in the nuts with tremendous force, causing you to double over in pain and drop the cake
thankfully not on her, but it's ruined regardless
grabbing you by your tie, she lifts up her fist to punch you hard in the face, before withdrawing and simply scolding you
"How many times do I have to tell you, NO, every fucking week? You're lucky there's a camera in here, otherwise you'd be in a fucking world of hurt"
"Now get up, and clean up this stupid cake of yours you idiot. And stay out of my sight, you're not allowed in here anyway"

another day, another ridiculous dream where Kronii somehow falls for you
you imagined her feeling bad for hurting you and turning herself around, crying and asking for forgiveness
"I can save her" you thought, before the blaring of an alarm knocked away your lucid fantasy
but this wouldn't happen, it was just another long day in the office, with a night shift for overtime
your boss, one O. Megger, was suspicious of you and demanded you work harder, perhaps aware of you trying to befriend Kronii - at this point, you just wanted her to not hate you, rather than suddenly be bonded together in love, but you still partly wanted that too
usually your shifts don't overlap much, but that night Kronii was working too, possibly because her kicking you had been seen on camera
you figure it's best to ignore her if you spot her, and organise folders in the hall - this area has no security cameras and is quite out of the way
but as per your luck, she appears, heading for another room, and you foolishly glance at her out of habit
her tight-fitting clothing often gets your attention, as does her unusual, deep-blue hair
not to mention her piercing, glaring eyes, which have a sapphire sheen even when she stares hatefully with them
you try to remain quiet as she walks past, and accidentally make eye contact for a split second, ending up staring at her breasts when you try to look away
"What the fuck are you looking at, huh?" First you almost get me fired, then you stare at my tits?"
trying to ignore her backfires, and she grabs hold of you and slams you into a cabinet
"Answer me, or I'll rip your fucking arms off"
you heard rumours she was strong, but never this strong, you are totally unable to resist her painful iron grip
"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure what to say when I saw you" is what you wanted to say, but you're too nervous to form a proper sentence
"s-sorry, I-I"
"Ugh, shut UP! Why do I have to fucking share a shift with you of all people? You stuttering creep"
her words sting almost as badly as her grip as she violently twists your wrists
"No cameras here, either, just what are you fucking planning?"
shit, she really could try and frame you for something
"Answer me!"
"I was just doing my job" you reply, honestly, but struggling to look at her furious expression
"Bullshit!" she yells, and punches you full-force in the nose
she goes to punch you again before realising beating you to death at work isn't the best idea
"Just... fucking stay out of my way, you dumbass"
she lets you go, but as you try to turn the other way, trips you up by sticking her leg in front of you
you tumble headfirst straight into another cabinet and black out

when you awake, you're at home...in bed, head spinning, but alive
you had some kind of mild concussion apparently, as the health app notification on your phone displays, although your work charged you for dealing with it
and Kronii was clearly fed up with it too, having convinced the management you tried to grope her and she hit you in self-defence - so you're suspended until further notice, which feels like a rather polite way of saying "fucking fired" if you read that other notification correctly
well, fuck, there goes the only job you had
as luck would have it, Kronii has a senior managerial position, hence her influence, but she also lives rather close by
thanks to work contacts, you know where that is
perhaps it's the concussion's doing, but what if you showed up to her house and apologised? maybe you'd get the job back
maybe she'd somehow admire your persistence and fall for you, sounds dumb but it could be worth a shot
after a clumsy shower and a change you wander off to Kronii's place, a short, although cold and rainy walk away
the rainfall and the clouds are still a welcome break from hours in the office, and you know that today is actually Kronii's break day
you've never known much about what she does in her breaks from her own conversations, since she despises you
but your coworkers said she likes Minecraft and other such games, so you brought your Switch to see if maybe, just maybe it would be enough
you walk up to the doorbell, an intimidating, elaborate clock design, and ring it
after a short while, she appears, dressed in quite an unusual outfit, resembling cosplay more than a normal casual outfit
it's even more stunning than usual, showing off her breasts and thighs like a gacha game character...
"Hi, how can...oh, it's you. What do you want this time, have you come to beg for your job back or something? Because I can't do that"
"I just wanted to say sorry for bothering you, and I wondered...did you wanna play some Minecraft?" you say, meekly holding your console
she just sighs, heavily, clenching her fists - you expect her to slam the door and yell "FUCK OFF" but she does not, instead saying
"Ugh, who told you I liked that anyway? Whatever, just come in, I'm not having you get hypothermia, much as I can't fucking stand you"
"T-thank you" you reply, surprised she let you in at all
you hang up your soaked raincoat, and carefully remove your muddied boots, leaving them out of the way
but as you walk into what must be the living room, Kronii is nowhere to be seen, so you put down your console on the coffee table
"K-Kronii?" you ask into the sound of the muffled rainfall from outside
you wonder if she went back out there, but the door is firmly locked
walking back into the living room, you still see no sign of her for a moment
but you recoil when something - the console - hits you hard in the back of your head, shattering violently
"EVEN IN MY OWN FUCKING HOME I CAN'T FUCKING GET RID OF YOU!" she shouts as you stumble to the floor
"EVERY single FUCKING day when I work, I have to put up with you. You get your stupid ass in my way and almost get ME fired, and when it backfires on YOU you come crawling here"
"Enough is enough, this fucking ends today" sitting on your chest, she wraps her hands around your throat and throttles you
she really IS strong, almost supernaturally so, despite the fact that she looks pretty thin overall
you can't breathe or respond other than flailing about and trying to paw her off weakly, the rush gives you a boner which doesn't help your concentration
she looses grip to punch you occasionally, re-igniting the tremendous pain from the concussion earlier
and soon enough, you black out again...
in your faded form, you feel a dragging sensation
something is effortlessly pulling you to a hidden underground location
and you feel the low thump of a set of stairs
that iron grip...must be Kronii...
but you hit your head again with a thud, and go back to sleep as your vision returns to bluriness

you eventually come back around, noticing a darkness surrounds you, and you appear to be blindfolded
the blindfold is removed by a deft pair of hands and you see a basement around you, barely visible and mostly empty
dimly lit, piercing blue eyes - immediately recognised as Kronii's - stare at you with the most hate you've ever seen
you try to move, but thick, strong ropes bind you totally in place on a chair, and a gag prevents you from saying anything
you had fantasised about Kronii tying you up before, but never quite like this
"I tried to fucking warn you, I really did. But you wouldn't fucking listen, and now your time is up, since your time belongs to me."
you struggle in vain on the chair, noticing the large, elaborate knives - or perhaps short swords - at her side
"I've kept all of this secret for my own sake, as well as yours, so thanks for getting me out of my shell, I suppose"

"But that's all the thanks you get. I work my ass off all week and expect a day to rest and focus on my other duties. The gods granted me power over time itself, and yet not the freedom to use it. So I have to live with this fucking power, and never get to use it."
"Until today. You're the perfect test subject, since you chose to attach yourself to me, despite my warnings, so maybe you aren't totally useless after all."
"And stop fucking squirming you stupid insect, or I'll stick you like one"
"In fact...."
she waltzes over, elegantly, inspecting you like a barbarian warlord inspects their hoard of loot
except unlike a warlord, she looks at you with nothing but contempt
suddenly, with no warning, she jams the bigger of her two mismatched blades straight into your right foot, and twists it
you can't even scream properly with the gag, but you can sure as hell feel it, along with producing a flood of tears and some muffled noises, plus plenty of blood
"Thought so."
"Well anon, since you wanted to be with me so bad, I'll let you spend some time here, but only a night, you don't deserve any longer"
"How attached are you to your feet, anyway?"
very, since they're on your fucking legs, but you can't do anything except shift about
"I'll try...this!"
she swings her blade low and slices painfully through your right leg, making it bleed profusely - your foot doesn't come off, but you can no longer feel it
"Huh, stronger than I expected. Oh well, we have plenty of time for more"

she pulls out a brown, sharp-looking hunting knife, smaller than the swords, but of a very unique design
would be an impressive artifact or antique if it wasn't being used against you
"Since you loved me so much, how about we do some carving together?" she sharpens the blade menacingly
she loosens the bonds slightly and exposes your bare chest, but thanks to your impaled foot you are still stuck in place
"I'll write my name for you, seeing as you always wanted me to love you, anon"
"Full name too, since you always wanted to know it, and since your dumb ass could never spell documents, I'll teach you to spell my name"
she digs the blade in to the right of your chest, and begins carving a circular "O", which immediately stings like hell and makes you wince in agony
kneeling in front of you, she is smiling - a rare sight - as she carves the letter "U"
this one proved tough to carve through your sternum, but she manages a letter "R"
and dangerously above your heart, generating blood everywhere, she carves "O"
the pain is overwhelming yet you still live in agony, as she carves an elegant "K" into your lower left
this is followed as expected by the calligraphy of her knife writing a massive "R" above your liver
the ropes are strong, holding you still as she butchers you, and deftly adds "O" again, ringing your navel
"I'm almost done, don't keel over just yet" mocks Kronii as she carves the letter "N" into you
next comes the penultimate letter, to be done as a bloody red downwards slit, "I"
and finally comes the copy, finishing her marking of your reddened torso, the last "I"
"There, anon, you belong to me now, just like you always wanted. I saw those messages with your friends, you fucking loser"
"Hope you're happy knowing I never loved you and I never will"
your heart is aching horribly, and it's hard to tell if this is from her emotional abuse or from bleeding out
"Might as well stick you before this ends"

she impales your left foot just as she did the right one
your excessive bleeding saps your energy further as you blindly struggle
even if you could escape the ropes you're too crippled to walk now
"Hmm, let's try...this!" she twists the sword again, and it's the worst pain you have ever felt in your life
she almost drags you off the chair, before she pins you to it by inserting the knife through your right shoulder
as you writhe in agony she pulls your left foot clean off, inspecting it as it bleeds everywhere
"Ugh, even here you made such a fucking mess, I'd get you to clean up, but...oh haha, right..."
she's the happiest you've ever seen her, maybe because she's skewering you
maybe as you fantasised about loving sex with her, she thought of brutally killing you
at least one of those fantasies came true...
"But maybe I'll keep the other one as a souvenir..."
she waves her hands, and you feel stony in your remaining foot
it feels impossibly, painfully heavy, like it's turning into stone
and the pain doesn't subside when begins to she cuts it off, about to leave you with two stumps
she discards the sock and peels your foot off like a glove, revealing a warping, discolouring bone structure, the magical source of your latest extreme pain
"So that fossilisation trick works after all, huh, I'll keep that for a memento, anon, like you would have wanted"

pulling it off, she holds the bones in her hand as trophy, and exclaims "I made the time on these bones rush forward 10 million years so they'd fossilise for you...felt that would have been too much for your whole body, hah"
she's smugly proud of herself for this bizarre trick, but your dying mind can hardly comprehend the trickery
she sets the bone down out of sight, and continues watching you bleed out
your stumped legs are continuing to bleed horribly along with all your other wounds, and you can no longer feel your right arm at all; what little skin you show in your thick, though cut and bloodsoaked clothes, is anaemic and pale or dyed red with your emptying blood
"Losing it already? Pathetic, but I guess you are just a mortal...I haven't killed like this in so long, which is why I needed that little bone of yours"
you couldn't ask her how old she really was even if the gag wasn't there, as your lungs got punctured with her knifing, leaving you heaving and full of blood
but she always seemed like an older lady, just never as old as time itself
"I would say I'm sorry, but you brought this on yourself, every time I told you to fuck off was for your own good, anon"
you can barely register her words and keep your eyes open, feeling death begin to take you
"Hey, LOOK AT ME when I'm fucking talking to you"
you can hardly keep your head straight for lack of blood, and she punishes this by slicing your dead right arm clean off
trusty old Righty, served you well through thick and thin, but not much use when you're tied up and dying
as she slices it, she cuts the gag also, which falls out of your mouth and is followed by a torrent of blood, spit and vomit
you're coughing up the last things you'll ever eat, the remnants of home-made cake you made for yourself to try it
you attempt to splutter a sorry, but you're too dismembered and blood-drained to try it
"You worthless wretch, well, since you always wanted me to touch this, I'll humour you you dumb fucking pervert"
she lifts the bigger of the swords and stabs it directly through your cock, cutting through clothes and all, not that there's any blood left to give you a boner anyway
you don't react, unable to respond to the ultimate CBT session thanks to your previous torture
Kronii's only regret is the mess you made on her basement floor, irresponsibly getting your foot, arm and blood all over the place
she connects up the cuts from earlier, holding your rapidly wilting and still partly tied body, and causing your entrails to spill from the cuts
finally, slitting your throat, she pulls open the hole above your heart, and rips your heart out Aztec style, finally ending your agony, but the last words you register are...

..."Look at that, anon...you really did give me your heart"