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In the quiet coastal town of Tidespire, Absolon Spyker was known as the sweetest soul. Her bakery, "Sweet Sea Delights," was a sanctuary for the townsfolk. She was beloved not just for her incredible pastries, but for the warmth she extended to everyone, including the stray cats that often curled up in her cozy shop. Absolon was unique—born with cat-like ears and a graceful shark tail due to a rare congenital disorder. Her appearance was just another reason people adored her; she embodied kindness and acceptance in a world that often lacked both.
But beneath the town’s serene surface, a dark underbelly of crime was growing. Absolon remained blissfully unaware as her days were filled with flour-dusted countertops, purring cats, and the laughter of satisfied customers. Until the day the Wretched Tide arrived.The Wretched Tide were no ordinary criminals; they were a gang with a notorious reputation, involved in smuggling stolen goods, rare artifacts, and endangered marine life. Recently, they had pulled off their most daring heist yet—stealing a priceless shipment of black market goods intended for a powerful crime syndicate. The stolen goods included drugs, illegal weapons, and rare marine life trafficked for the highest bidders. Now, with the authorities hot on their trail and rival criminals seeking revenge, they needed a place to stash their loot. They sought refuge in a place no one would suspect—a bakery.They entered Absolon's bakery one stormy evening, disguising themselves as ordinary customers. Absolon, as always, welcomed them with a warm smile, offering shelter from the storm. The men ordered pastries and coffee, all the while eyeing the bakery for a secure hiding spot. They quickly determined that the bakery’s basement, accessed through a door hidden behind the counter, would serve as the perfect place to hide their stolen goods.
After closing time, when the last customer had left, the Wretched Tide revealed their true intentions. They locked the doors and approached Absolon with menacing grins. Their leader, Reeve, demanded she stay silent and cooperate. When she tried to resist, the situation escalated quickly.Absolon’s refusal to help them hide their illicit goods sealed her fate. Reeve, ever the sadist, decided to make an example of her. They didn’t just want to kill her—they wanted to send a message to anyone who might think of crossing them. They surrounded her, their eyes cold with cruelty.The men attacked her with savage brutality. They began by grabbing her arms and legs, forcing her onto the floor. One man pulled out a heavy, rusted anchor chain they had found in the basement, and with it, they began to dismember her. The chain was wrapped around her left leg, and with a powerful yank, they tore it from her body, leaving a gory stump. Her screams echoed through the bakery, but they were met with nothing but sadistic laughter.Her right arm was next. They held her down as they used a broken, jagged bread knife to saw through the flesh and bone. The blade was dull, making the process slow and excruciating. They relished in her agony, the knife cutting jagged lines into her flesh until her arm was completely severed.Her shark tail, once a symbol of her unique grace, was brutally attacked next. One of the men, using a rusty fishing gaff, tore a heart-shaped chunk out of it, leaving the once-sleek appendage a mangled mess. The gang continued their mutilation, not caring where the next blow landed, as long as it caused maximum pain.They hacked at her body, breaking bones and tearing flesh, leaving her a dismembered wreck. Blood pooled on the floor, mixing with the flour and sugar from her baking supplies. Satisfied that they had left her to die in unspeakable agony, the Wretched Tide stashed their stolen goods in the basement and left her for dead, confident that no one would find her until it was too late.But Absolon didn’t die. She lay on the cold bakery floor, barely conscious, her body broken and mutilated beyond recognition. The pain was unimaginable, yet something deep within her refused to let go. Hours passed, and with sheer willpower, she began to drag herself across the floor.In a state of delirium and shock, she started to pull her body back together. Her bakery was full of tools meant for crafting delicate pastries, but now they served a darker purpose. She used anything within reach—twine, fishhooks, and sewing needles—to stitch her dismembered limbs back together. With hands trembling in agony, she forced the needle through her flesh, stitching her leg back onto her torso with crude, jagged stitches.Her arms, severed in different places, were reattached with fishing line she found in the basement. The hooks dug into her skin, binding her torn muscles together as she sewed with desperation and fury. Her tail, now a ragged, mangled mess, was held together with rusty wire and more stitches, the heart-shaped bite a gruesome reminder of her torment.Her once-beautiful body was now a patchwork of brutal stitching, blood, and torn flesh, her glowing purple eyes the only thing unchanged by the nightmare she had endured. Despite the monstrous form she had become, she was alive—alive and filled with an all-consuming need for vengeance.When the Wretched Tide returned to the bakery, they were expecting an easy retrieval of their hidden goods. Instead, they walked into a nightmare. The bakery was eerily quiet, the lights dimmed, and the air thick with the scent of death. As they descended into the basement, they noticed the once-familiar scent of baked goods was replaced by something far more sinister.Absolon had lured them down there deliberately. She knew that the basement's darkness would conceal her grotesque form and her gruesome plans, allowing her to catch them off guard. She wanted to keep her bakery clean and unsuspecting, maintaining the facade of her sweet sanctuary while harboring a deadly secret.Before they could react, Absolon struck. She moved with a speed and ferocity that belied her grotesque form. She tore into them with her jagged teeth and the very tools they had used to mutilate her. The bakery became a slaughterhouse as she hunted them down one by one, using the very chains and hooks they had used against her to dismember their bodies as they had done to hers.The screams of the Wretched Tide filled the air, but there was no one to hear them. By the time the night was over, the bakery floor was stained with their blood, and Absolon had exacted her terrible revenge.In the days that followed, "Sweet Sea Delights" continued to operate as if nothing had happened. The townsfolk noticed that Absolon had become more reclusive, her appearance more haggard, but they chalked it up to the stresses of running a business. The bakery still smelled of fresh pastries, and the warm light in the windows still beckoned visitors.But those who entered the bakery with ill intentions would find themselves drawn into a trap. Absolon used her shop as a lure, attracting criminals and those with dark pasts, only to tear them apart in the same gruesome manner she had been dismembered. Her patchwork body, held together by stitches and wire, was a living testament to the horrors she had endured and the vengeance she now exacted.The bakery became infamous, though no one in Tidespire spoke openly about the strange disappearances of those who had wronged others. The scent of fresh bread and pastries continued to fill the air, but now it was tinged with the faint, unmistakable odor of…..blood?

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