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The #13FicsOfHalloween series is completed. For the big, final number, we play into pure #Horror.

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CW: Blood

#FlasfFic #Adult #18+ #MindControl #Blood #MusicHorror #Masquerade
The Virtuosa The Virtuosa's concerts were held exclusively in the finest, most intimate halls of those with the most taste one could buy. Only most mature, refined patrons gather in the night for the masquerade that promises to be the most enthralling night of their lives. It was even said that, on nights when The Veil was thin, her playing could reach through and bring the voices of the damned to join her. Boisterous, enthusiastic discussion always surrounded her impeccable playing. It was almost as loud and the incalculable whispers of her beauty and voracious gossip of her numerous escapades. Both ceased the moment the heel of her hand-crafted boot hit the stage. The staccato percussion of her heels cutting through a chorus of the audience's heavy, anticipatory breathing were all heightened by the venue's perfect acoustics. With each step, the hem of her dress fluttered and her raven hair billowed. Pale skin that looked as if it had never known a day of work in the sun seemed almost to glow under the bright lights. Curves that could not be entirely contained by corsettery all shifted and strained in time with the footfalls but never lost the shape of her figure. Even the sound of breath halted as she took her center-stage position and flashed a smile brighter than the lights framed full lips of the deepest red. One long, luxurious stroke of her bow raised the flesh of every audience member. Each was enthralled entirely by the end of her first song. Between her bewitching beauty and the sublime skill elevating every note, she had complete control of both sight and sound. Many were too focused on the The Virtuosa's body, to notice slight sheen of her instrument's strings stretching far beyond the instrument's frame and up to rafters. Even fewer noticed the teasing tingle of strings on their skin. But, no matter how elegant, how precise, or moving the music was, it gradually became impossible for the audience to ignore the bite of the tightening strings The Virtuosa's tempo and intensity increased, drowning out the cries of the ensnared forcing their attention to stay on her. Voices wailing and pleading while their minds remained captive. Involuntary screams filling the hall with empty, panicked noise. Until nimble fingers ran to the tuning knobs on the elegant violin. Plucking and sliding her bow with one hand while tightening the strings with other, she gradually tuned the cacophony of the audience into perfect harmony. She paused, let the last vibration of the strings stop. She looked past the stage lights and took in the sight of the elegant, finely dressed extensions of her instrument hanging from their strings. All so quiet that a single, contented sigh from the stage could be heard in every corner of the auditorium. She raised her bow, and began to play. The strings cut so deep that every command from her fingers vibrated to the crowd's very bones. They sang in perfect tune and time with her. Each distinct but everyone united. An orchestra of flesh under her masterful control. The Virtuosa used their screams to accompany and elevate signature, classical pieces. She conducted compositions from their cries that would have been thought impossible by even the most accomplished maestros. Sounds they never imagined were pulled from aching throats and projected through tears of joy. Bodies broke down as they howled in excruciating pleasure and, one by one, their voices left them. Until, eventually, one violin released the final notes, and the hall returned to silence. The Virtuosa bowed deeply to the patrons that made her performance possible. While they did not clap, one cracking voice said a single word through blood-stained lips. "Encore."
October 31, 2026 at 4:20 PM