badluckcat
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I keep all my dreams under a lock and key. I?m so afraid that they will fly, away from me
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 22, 2011 14:35:23 GMT -5
A groan at the bottom of the basement stairs was unheard by the two figures upstairs. Amongst the stuff stirred the thin form of Situs.
“Whut th’ bleedin’ ‘ell hit me?” The ant moaned as he tried to shift his body and limbs in to less awkward and painful positions.
Turning his head, he eyed broken table that lay on the side not to far from him.
Well just his bloody luck. A friggin’ table hit him!
Dropping his head back, he stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
He was too tired and to hurt to care anymore for the time being, so he let his exhaustion take over and promptly fell asleep.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Dec 12, 2011 15:10:31 GMT -5
She was scared, scared and furious. How dare he?! How dare this misshapen creature command her in her own house? Claim it as his own and order her around like, like, a maid??!!
The tears wouldn’t fall, she was positive, she was certain that they wouldn’t. They shouldn’t fall at all! Biting her trembling bottom lip she glared at the beast, the monster, daring him to continue his banter or to touch her once more.
He would lose the limb if he tried.
“Now…be a good little wench and get out of my sight…” He breathed his hot breath over her face, a stench oddly mixed with the contends of her kitchen and a very metallic scent that even she was familiar with. Clutching the loose edge of her ripped nightgown, trying in vain to get the stupid fabric to cover her already exposed breasts; she had never been so humiliated! The angry hot feeling in her cheeks increased when he gave an involuntary grunt of approval.
Huffing in disgust she made to turn, heading towards the stairs to get as far from beast as possible, as soon as possible. Just as she was preparing to take a step the long skirt of her gown was tugged on, making her stumble and hit the carpeted steps painfully, a startled gasp turning into a moan of agony, she was busted and bruised already, so that fall was more insult than injury.
“Ha ha Ha.” His laugh was like an earthquake, deep, crumbling and dangerous, sending a unwelcome trill over her as she struggled with the hem of her skirt.
Spitting angrily at his feet, Siofra raced up the stairs, one hand clutching the front of her ruined gown and the other searching support from the banister. His laughter followed her like a ghost, it wasn’t until she slammed her bedroom door and locked it did she feel an ounce of safety once more, but still not safe enough to consider staying.
‘I need to get out!’
Throwing the white dress of herself with grunt, Sio reached into her wardrobe, taking as many clothes off their hangers and loading then into her arms.
‘I need to leave, get away from this, this monster! There’s no time to dawdle, I need a plan, I just, just, I just need to escape!’
- An hour or so later Siofra softly opened the door, peeking into the hallway and when it deemed desolated she opened the door further, carrying a heavy suitcase and dressed in warm clothes. For all the world to see; this was a woman on a mission to escape.
Sio tip-toed her way past the other rooms, all of which were empty of any life, devout of another soul blessed being, something that still caused a pang of loneliness to erupt in her chest.
‘Why, why, why didn’t I just stay in England? All of this wouldn’t have happened if I had listened to that mad ol’ bat!’ The house was oddly quiet, eerily so after the racket and the shouting that had shook the very walls earlier.
Siofra lightly stepped down the steps, avoiding the creaking wood and heaving a sigh when nothing met her at the bottom. Right, the hard part was over, now to do the stupid part.
Risking a look back, sideward’s and finally into the utterly destroyed kitchen and living room, she blinked and hurried towards the front door.
“Wha’ th’-HEY!”-“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” She bumped into something hard, a body from the feel of it, bouncing back and landing on her bottom, yet again!
The monster! But, but, but! “Can’t ya bloody watch wher’ ya goin’ ya bloody bint!” blinking, she looked up, the outline of a humanoid figure leaned against the door, the light from the little window illuminating the stranger’s face. That…that creature! ….“…YOU!?!?” Sio shot up, advancing on the skinny figure and shoving it’s shoulder when she was near enough.
“Hey!” She smacked him, ignoring the sting in her hand when it met the hard shell
“YOU! You left me to die! I saved you, you idiot! And what do I receive in return?! “ Another smack landed on his chest, forcing him to back away to the wall to avoid any more strikes, this woman was INSANE!
“ Your cowardness nearly landed me straight into Death’s clutches! Actually, I had rather died, seeing as I’m now saddled with the most disastrous, monstrous houseguest known to human history!” She shrieked again, smacking and slapping, taking out her frustration and fear and utmost anger at the strange creature standing gob smacked in her hallway. He didn’t even try to deny any of it!
“Yo’r bloody mental, woman! Stop tha’, stop hittin’ me, you old crone!”-“Crone?! CRONE?!? I’ll show you a ‘crone’ once I’m finished with yee lad, you bettah pray to whatever gods may listen, for all the help it’ll do, you won’t crawl away from me!”
Another series of slaps and smacks rendered the insect unable to counter, trying to hobbled away with an obvious limp. “Git off!” –“ Insolent, bratty, idiotic piece of useless shit, you incompetent fiend!”
Sio was an inch away from head butting or kicking the creature in the leg, she was so furious!
…except when a shadow suddenly dropped over them, she watched with panic as the black-green eyes of her currant punching-bag widen and a look of pure horror to wash over its features.
“………oh bloody hell…”
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Post by kinkachu on Dec 19, 2011 15:41:01 GMT -5
Silence bathed the house in it’s silky embrace, gracing the behemoth’s ears with the calm that he was rarely granted before now. It felt strange, almost alien, standing there alone in the darkness, having nothing present to distract his mind save the messy room and all that littered its floor. At first he had found the lack of noise deafening, almost painful to endure; having constantly been surrounded by the grinding of machines or the screams of horrified crowds once upon a time. Now it seemed he had no such distractions to pollute his mind and, for once, found his own voice whispering in his thoughts. It had been a long while since he heard himself think, but it was comforting none the less. Though… it plagued him with the question he had been dreading to face ever since snapping his chains hours ago.
‘What now?’
Min fidgeted in his spot for a minute or two, beside himself on what to do next. He absently scratched at the stair banister, then turned his body around in a half circle, staring distantly into the living room. He took in a deep, exhausted breath, grinding his fangs when that females tantalizing scent filled his lungs. Closing his eyes, he let it settle on his tongue, wondering how, even now, its potent aroma still lingered in the air. How could it still be here, and so strong too? Surely several hours had passed. Or was it minutes? Min had little way of knowing since the clock sat in pieces down the hall (one of many objects that femme had thrown at him during their confrontation), and he doubted he could discern the time any way what with his brain out of practice with such normal task’s like that.
“Another time…” he mumbled, shaking her smell away and turning his sights down towards the kitchen. He needed a place to rest. Somewhere secluded, safe. The basement. Yes, that seemed a logical choice for him. Out of sight, no windows for hunters to peer through. No one to see, nothing to give him away except that woman’s testimony. And should she think twice about double crossing him….
Min crunched his knuckles, all four fist’s shaking at his sides. ‘She wont live long enough to regret it. That‘s a promise.’
Firming his resolve, he took a heavy step in the basements direction, halting only when a loud CRUNCH shot up from beneath his foot. Giving a sweeping glance to the ground, Min lifted his leg to see a fallen -and now smashed- picture frame settled there.
He fell to a squat, fingers brushing the broken glass aside and lifting the image closer to his face. Even though the room was shrouded in darkness, his eyes narrowed on the monochromatic individuals face as easily as if it were broad daylight. He cocked his head to the side, squinting, gliding a claw over the familiar face. That face… the shape of it, the same tussled hair.
It was HER.
Min’s eyes widened slightly before furrowing his brows, intently studying the past image of that woman. She had to be no older than 15 during the time this was taken, and certainly no more mature than now; her feet buried in the sand, sun screen dabbed in thick glop’s upon her nose, lugging around a cod shell in the crook of her arm while the other held down her sun hat. Min couldn’t suppress the smirk, seeing the screaming harpy as nothing more than a gangly teen that barely filled out her god awful swim suit. Such an ugly stripped thing that left EVERYTHING to the imagination.
But… on closer inspection, he began to notice something… strange about this image. About her. Tilting his head the other way, he finally realized what it was.
A smile; one that tickled her lips in an impish fashion that looked so… so…
Min immediately pulled back, himself from the thoughts and questions now springing up left and right. He didn’t need to think to deeply about that female. She was just a means to an end and that’s the extent of her purpose. He didn’t need to figure her out, or the reasons for this photo one little bit.
Lifting himself from the ground, he placed the picture on the nearest side table, still ogling it for a few seconds more before strolling towards the kitchen… only to stop mid way when a hobbling figure brushed past him. Min had to do a double take, blinking several times until it finally registered WHO had just attempted to shove him aside. “Aye, git the ‘ell out of me way ya bloody boulder.”
Min corked an inquisitive brow, watching the pissy ant stumble and grouch the further he hobbled, the question of where the gutless coward had disappeared to finally answered.
Shedding a very sinister smirk, the giant stalked close behind his prey, debating on which tortures to inflict on the disorientated creature; halting only when another shadowy individual materialized from the stairs… and collided with the ant.
A round of shrieks exploded, followed by the woman rounding upon the befuddled other with a bout of fist’s, kicks and threats that rendered Situs even more immobile ( he backing towards the wall trying to shield his already pounding heat.) “Your cowardness nearly landed me straight into Death’s clutches!” She whacked him hard upside the head, jarring a few of his teeth. “Actually, I had rather died, seeing as I’m now saddled with the most disastrous, monstrous houseguest known to human history!”
“Yo’r bloody mental, woman! Truly you are. Now… Stop tha’, stop hittin’ me, you old crone!”
SPHLAT!
Sio smacked him hard across his cheek, snapping his head up from the blow. “Crone?! CRONE?!? I’ll show you a ‘crone’ once I’m finished with yee lad, you bettah pray to whatever gods may listen, for all the help it’ll do, you won’t crawl away from me!” Situs opened his mouth for another “witty” retort, though his mouth instantly locked in an open gawk, freezing on the spot the moment his quivering orbs tangled with the glowing turquoise just over the human‘s shoulder. The ant lost all ability to move, to think, scantly able to breath or feel anything save his heart leaping into his throat. “….. Oh bloody hell….” He whimpered, trembling all over and completely disregarding Siofra’s repeated assaults.
Her raised fist hovered in mid air, heated glare transforming into on that matched the ant’s fairly well. Sweat broke along her brow, a cold chill spearing the back of her neck, making her stiffen, then shutter to feel something or, more precisely, someONE towering above her. She barely had enough time to think before a meaty paw pinned her to the wall, producing a more startled scream then a pained one.
Min hoisted her a good two feet from the ground, suspending her body with his claws embedded in her shoulder (remembering that her clothes were not made to hold her weight should he pick her up again). “And just WHERE do you think you‘re going?”
Kicking at his chest, Siofra snarled like a cornered animal. Her nails dug into his wrist’s, baring her pristine white teeth as if to intimidate him. “Isnna obvious? I thought I‘d take me a nightly stroll about Paris at 4 in tha morning. Mioght as well take me suitcase with me too, to feel less lonely on tha walk.”
Min tsked her sassy comment. “I should have known better then to assume you could be trusted. A simple warning does nothing for your kind, you prefer I get nasty.” his nails bit deeper into her flesh, “If that’s what you want... Then that‘s what you‘ll get.”
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badluckcat
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Post by badluckcat on Dec 29, 2011 14:13:43 GMT -5
While the giant brute was distracted with fondling and damaging that annoying wretch of a human female, Situs decided now was a very good time to leave this infested house and find safety outside of the building.
Limping away from the duo as quietly as he could, he failed when he stumbled and fell, his hard shell hitting the floor with a loud THUD.
Biting back a curse he lay there unmoving, hoping he had not been heard.
Today really wasn't his lucky day, was it?
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Post by siffyleafylav on Dec 30, 2011 18:31:54 GMT -5
He was going to kill her. He was going to murder her in cold blood and gobble up her broken body like last night’s leftovers.
“Let go!” Why was she even trying? Why didn’t she simply give up, roll over and play dead? Why?
Why in God’s name would she?
As long as she could breathe, as long as she was living this horrid lonesome life she was going to fight, she wasn’t weak, she wasn’t some little prime princess who sat in their ivory tower, waiting for prince charming to come and rescue her.
She was herself. She fought her own battles, and this was one she was not backing down from.
Firming her resolve Siofra spit in the face of the monster, feeling a twinge of victory in her foolish action. “Bring it, you cunt-ragged, filching beastie.”
He had closed his eyes in disgust when her spit had hit, but now, wiping the saliva from his cheek, those eyes blazed coldly and would have made braver men cower and urinate themselves before breaking into a dead run across country and seas to get away from those eyes.
Siofra was foolish enough in her bravery that she glared right back.
“So be it.” The monster rose from his squatted position, throwing her body over one shoulder like a sack of rather undignified potatoes, and from her viewpoint she could see the cowering figure of that pesky ant, keeping out of sight and scent from capturer. She caught his eye and mouthed a death threat: “I’m not finished with you yet…”
The beast in question proceeded to carry her towards whatever place he’d chosen as the crime scene, a heavy panting and strange clanking noises accompanied with his lower breathed mutters were the only noises to be heard…save for her cussing…
The journey took a sudden stop however when she was flung unceremoniously from his hold, but she didn’t land onto the wooden floorboard of her living room nor the old and worn tiles of her kitchen. She fell and tumbled down the cement steps of her basement, rolling head over heels down the last few meter’s and coming to a painful and rather forced stop against the opposite wall.
“Arrrghhhh.” Siofra didn’t have long to wallow in her agony, soon the heavyset steps from the monster had reached her and she was lifted from her place by her hair, shrieking in pain and dragged across the ground to be flung against another wall, this one littered with piping and support beams. Her head collided with the metal and for a moment she was blinded by the stars and darkness. “Ahhh...”
Blinking them away she was met with the sight of the monster standing near her, reaching for one of her legs with a meaty paw. ‘WH-what?! Whas’ he…what’s he going to…’ An unpleasant thought rang through her mind, one she had earlier when his observations of her exposed self had turned from startled curiosity too intense interest.
Siofra wasn’t some naïve, sheltered young girl. She’d heard of men like this, no doubt that there was one such man at her job who would try to…
“NO!” Her fierce shout ended up being a whimpered plea; the limb he was reaching for shifting closer to her body, the beast looked up at this, staring at her in puzzlement.
“… No...Don’t…don’t you dare…” She ground out firmer, curling her limbs tighter around herself, glaring at him.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you foul demon…”
There was a moment of silence, broken only by her stupid sobbing, where he was just staring. And for a moment, a small, tiny crack between the seconds…she swore she saw a flicker of deep sated sadness flash across those inhuman blue eyes…and then it was gone, and the fury came forward.
“Demon, you say?” He gave a huff of faked laughter, bringing his other paws into her line of sight. In each he had gripped a long length of heavy chain, each link thicker than her wrist, splattered with some dark substance she didn’t want to know the origin of. Quick as a whip he reached in and held her right arm to a support beam, wrapping one piece of chain tightly around both and repeating the action with her other arm, her waist and neck.
Once done he sat back, inspecting his handy work with a slimy smirk before turning and jogging up the stone steps.
Siofra tugged uselessly at the binds, not even budging them he had drawn them so tight! Barely after a minute of tugging and straining at the chains Min came down the steps, arms loaded with clean linen and blankets, pillows and various soft cushions, no doubt taken from her cabinets and living room couch.
“…you filthy scoundrel! Those belong to me and I demand you to drop them this instant you incompetent prat! If you so much as tear those sheets you woulda wish yee wasnea nayvar born! Face me when I’m a-speaking to yee, yee cock-less stupid son-of-a-bitch, I’ll slit ya throat like a bleeding pig and use yer godforsaken guts for garters! Listen to me, you stupid animalistic arseflogger! I demand yee remove yerself from my property right this insta-“
Siofra didn’t have the chance to release any more profanities, as she fumed and shouted and cussed the very sky blue; the brute receiving each harsh word turned on the spot and lashed out at her, back handing her squarely across the face and knocking her head against the back wall.
The imagine of the hulking brute bearing down on her was the last she saw before darkness claimed her...
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Post by kinkachu on Jan 1, 2012 18:12:36 GMT -5
One good smack across the chin and the woman fell deathly still. All that bravado from before, her incisive bitching, screaming, moaning and cursing slapped clean out of her; dissolving into a fleeting cry that faded into an echoing silence.
Her body slumped against the chains, slack and leaning so heavily on them Min, for a fleeting instant, believed he had snapped her neck. He screwed his full attention onto her broken and battered form, narrowing his orbs on the subtle movement of her chest, watching the subtle rise and fall with indifference, snorting, “The bitch got what she deserved.”
He strode back towards his soon-to-be make shaft bed, rolling his shoulders and head, not even grimacing when a loud POP was produced; eventually returning to his previous ministrations of rearranging the soft things he had collected throughout the house.
His scowl lessoned substantially, transforming into an almost pleasant smile, pushing the dainty pillows here and there (completely fascinated by the lacy frills) and spreading the floral sheets about while lifting a few blankets up to marvel at their softness. He had never felt anything like it in his entire life, having only been accustomed to hard cement floors, rusty metal, mud and moldy stacks of hay.
Pressing the material to his nose ridge, a giddy feeling blossomed in the pit of his stomach. He inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back into his head, a delighted purr rumbling deep in his chest when the sweet, lavender scent flooded his senses. It was so clean, so pure he feared his dirt ridden body would ruin it. But there was no time to worry about hygiene now, not when so much more was at stake… like his life. Min shook his head of those thoughts, opting to push such fears aside and fully enjoy the freedom he had so longed for. He would enjoy it fully…. Or as much as a creature such as himself could.
Twirling the blanket around his shoulders, he continued to rub his cheek up and down the feather soft material (still marveled by it), circling around his new nest 3 times before finally plopping down in the middle, drawing all the cushy things close around him.
“Mmmmm. I could get used to this.” He rumbled, lids falling like curtains over his eyes.
Darkness.
Cold, vacant darkness clenched at the beetles heart. Where was he? How had he come here and… what was this ungodly place surrounded by mist? The memory of it rested somewhere in his subconscious, sitting just below the surface, whispering its familiarity. But that feeling of knowing was elusive, slipping free to transform his confusion into fear. A fear that pierced into his core with its revolting oily fingers and tickled along his backside like a dagger sliding along a nerve.
Min swallowed nervously, taking a hesitant step back, trying, unsuccessfully, to chew down his mounting apprehension; leaping a good ten feet in the air when he collided with an unknown entity. Spinning rapidly on his heels, fist’s raised defensively, he could just barely make out a human-esk shape hidden in the murky shadows, swimming in and out of sight. Its small, quivering form, from what he could discern, stood hunched, whimpering pathetically like a wounded animal.
He swallowed a wary, dry lump, squaring his shoulders and looking all the more imposing (despite the fact his insides quaked with fear.) “Wh-who are you? What do you want?”
The person covered their head, sniveling pathetically at his voice.
For some unknown reason this angered the titanic beetle, he clenching his fist’s, bellowing, “ANSWER ME DAMNIT! Who are you?! Who-?”
A loud, harpy-ish scream answered him, piercing into his skull and rendering him completely immobile as one word (just one) rang loud and clear, stocking every deep sated hatred ever to stir within his soul.
“MOOOOOOOONSSSSTEEEEEEEER!!!!!”
He hunkered down into a tight, pain ridden crouch, covering his ear holes with an anguished expression.
“MOOOOOONSSSTEEEEER!!!” It came again, splintering in his brain. “MOOONSTEEER! MONSTER MONSTER! Oh God look at it. No, no! Help, someone, help me!”
“…stop it….” He whispered, voice growing in fever as the person - woman - continued screaming in his face. “Stop it…!”
She persisted, throwing every curse at him, “…you filthy scoundrel!”
“Stooop… I‘m no-”
“Incompetent prat! Stupid animalistic arseflogger!”
“If you don’t stop I‘ll…I‘ll… !”
Louder and louder she wailed, echoes filling his brain, his own roars doing nothing to drown her out. “Monster! Demon!”
“STOP IT!!!!! Stop stop stop!” Shooting a hand out, his claws encircled the woman’s neck, hoisting her high and strangling every last cry from her body until her struggles grew weak.. Then stopped all together. “I warned you, didn‘t I? But you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t shut the fuck up and listen to me! Why doesn’t anyone ever…?”
The mist that had once obscured everything gradually receded from his eyes, revealing the limp, lifeless body of the woman.
‘Her!’
The fiery chit from before dangled limp in his hold, her grey eyes rolled back into her head, blood shot and glazed, devoid of any spark or flame.
A startled gasp, a quivering lip and Min’s hold loosened, letting her tumble into his lower arms like a broken rag doll. He held her an arms length away, studying the damage, the bruises, slowly grasping the full severity of his actions and what… who he had destroyed.
She was dead. Like so many before her because he… he…
No. He shouldn’t care. There was nothing to love about this femme and surely she held no such feelings for him. She hated him. Despised him. Everyone did, that was just a fact. ‘But….’
A trembling, twisted claw caressed her cheek, brushing aside her curls and taking in the full image of her unique beauty. Something tickled in his throat, rested on his tongue. Something he wanted to express, to whisper, yet no words came to mind. It was only a feeling, one of intense pressure like a heavy, acidic weight that pressed against his chest.
What was it?
Min parted his lips, ready to attempt to speak… silenced when a gunshot rang behind him.
He stiffened immediately, flinching at the familiar feel of hot metal embed into his carapace. A quick jerk of his head and torch light could be seen piercing through the fog, outlining the hard, faceless shapes that swam into his line of vision; their weapons drawn, chanting for his blood, demanding retribution for those he’d slaughtered before.
His eyes quickly darted between the approaching groups, swiveling all around with horror clenching his gut. “There IT is!” Shouted the closest attacker, his gun still smoking and ready to fire again.
Leaping to his feet, Min unconsciously held the woman’s body closer, spinning in multiple circles with a roar rocking between his teeth. When they drew to close he swiped, keeping them at bay, growling and snarling like the rabid animal they saw him as.
More shouts filled his ears, the mob closing.
‘No escape.’ His mind screamed, frantically fighting back the dread oozing through his veins. No place to run, nothing… unless he plowed through them (which he didn‘t mind doing). But the crowd looked endless from what he could tell, an ocean of amassing bodies colliding and clawing to gouge out his innards and claim his head as a trophy.
Swallowing hard, he took another step back, discouraged to find his efforts met with a thick rum bottle thrown at his head. It smashed hard against his temple, washing its putrid contents down his face and filling his gut with the anger and hatred he was all to familiar with.
A great, blood curdling howl exploded from his throat, frightening only a few before their false bravado returned. The pack mentality swept through the mob yet again, reaffirming their lust to attack, to maim, to KILL. And their sights were set on Min.
He threw another bone crushing punch to the side, disappointed his claws only skimmed a hair lengths away from meeting its mark; the fortunate man barely able to stumble back to avoid having his head lobed off. It took no time at all for that very same shaken individual to spring back towards the beetle, club raised and ready to come crashing down on his thighs.
“Aaaugh! Get away from!” Min screamed violently, feeling another blunt object make contact with his knees. They buckled underneath him, forcing him to the ground and very damn near broke an arm when he tried to break his fall. He looked up just in time to see a bat smash across his jaw, rattling his fangs but otherwise unfazing him.
He slashed a claw towards the attacker, his claws only making it so far before it came to an abrupt halt. ‘The fuck?’
Screwing his attention onto his wrist, a loud, pitiful whimper sprung forth when at last he made out what held him.
A shackle.
“N-no….” Yanking hard, his heart plummeted when it only tightened its grip, weighing him down as yet another appeared on his other hand, then his ankles. “NO!”
Struggling only increased their weight, the mob jeering and kicking his body down further to the cold ground. He head butted those in front of him, goring one unfortunate individual and flinging him over his shoulder while he strained and fought the chains springing out of nowhere to encase his body. “NOOOO!!! I wont go back! You cant make me go back!!”
Min shook as many men off, still chewing at the chains, yanking, kicking, thrashing as blind panic swiftly settled in. It took the crowd no time to take advantage of his weakened state, falling upon his flailing form in great piles of fist‘s and feet, knives and broken bottles; Doing everything they could to take him down.
Yet still he fought too the bitter end, gnashing his fangs into any who left their hands to close to his mouth, shredding through flesh should they come in striking distance. “Stop It! Leave me alone!! I‘m free damn it. I was FREE!”
The chains begged to differ, latching onto his two remaining hands and pulling. Min flexed his muscled best he could, trying to lock his arms in place, to keep himself from losing her. He groaned and sobbed as it slowly forced his limbs behind his back, dropping his cargo into the writhing mob, helpless to watch her dissolve and become one with the very thing he loathed.
More bindings, rope and barbed wire, wrapped around his massive frame, tightening until he could no longer draw in a breath. Min gagged on what little he tried to suck in, searching the shadows with wild, frightened eyes.
He was dying. He could feel his organs shutting down one by one. Every part of his body burned until darkness swam across his vision. He chocked on the broken sobs lodged at the back of his throat, still searching. For what he couldn’t say, but the loneliness of knowing his final moments were approaching, that he would be facing it utterly alone, made his heart sink as he finally gave up all strength and laid very still on the ground.
“I was free…” he mouthed over and over, “… I was free….”
Jolting with a start, Min shot into a sitting position, gulping large amounts of air into his lungs, a hoarseness preventing anything but raspy sounds to escape. Had he been screaming? Yes, of course. He must have. But… Where were the people? The mob?
Scanning the area several times over, his glowing eyes narrowed on every shadow, every shelf and box someone might be lurking behind. He leapt to his feet in less time it took to blink, running around like a man gone mad, toppling over furniture and any other assortment that so happened to fall within reach. “Where are you?” he rumbled, peering through the shadows littering the cellar, “Come out and show yourself! NOW!”
His leg kicked into a chest, watching it crack against the wall with a half hearted laugh before resuming his search. Yet no matter how hard he looked or how many times he rechecked the perimeter, and threatened it within an inch of its life, nothing unusual was afoot. In fact… as he slowed his assault on the boxed antiquities, the truth of the matter finally sank.
There was no mob.
The sleepy haze clouding his mind lifted, revealing a room void of any life save for himself and one other.
Min, in all his idiocy, fell backwards onto a sturdy trunk, cradling his head between all four hands. ‘A dream. Only a dream.’ He repeatedly sighed. But that dream -NO!- that nightmare could easily become reality. Everything COULD happen if he weren’t careful. Those men COULD show up. Hunt him. Cage him. And the girl….
The girl!
Jerking his head to the side, his attention narrowed onto her still confined body, taking into account she had not moved since last he bound her there. She hadn’t even fluttered an eyelash - which filled his chest with some relief knowing she hadn’t gotten into any trouble during his lapse. He seriously doubted she could even move with those chains, studying the difference between her slender wrist’s, that petit frame, verses the heavy chunks of metal hugging her curves.
She looked dwarfed by the links and so out of place with them on. ‘But I have to.’ Min reiterated, unleashing a long, exhausted sigh that sounded pathetic even to his own ears. ’Cant trust her. Cant trust anyone to keep their gourds shut. She’ll run away, into town, let them know where I am, what I’ve done. Cant let her go. Keep her here, away from others, safe with me.’
Wait… safe? Had he thought safe? No, no. He must have meant safe for him. Yes, that sounded better. Much better. He could care less about her. In fact he didn’t care about her at all. Not one bit. She wanted to betray him from the start, tell the authorities and let him rot under their care.
“She‘s nothing to me. Just a means to an end and don’t you forget that.” He hissed, clenching his hands to his sides as he strode over to her slumped form, directing an accusing finger in her direction, “You. Are NOTHING to me. Got it? Nothing but trouble.” He fell into a crouch in front of her down-turned face, snatching a good deal of hair to hoist it up. “Next time you pull that kind of stunt again, I wont hesitate to snap this neck. And believe me…” a stray claw worked across her swollen jaw line, flowing down the elegant curve of her neck until it dipped precariously close to her dress front, “I‘ll love every minute of it.”
His sneer melted a great deal realizing just how cold it was in here. Or more precisely, how cold SHE was; her skin frigid to the touch with lips trembling and turning blue. He cupped her face between two hands, sighing even deeper than before to realize she was frozen through and through.
‘Lovely. Just bloody brilliant.’ Cursing under his breath, Min yanked the fluffiest blanket from his pile (the one he had grown rather attached to from earlier) to drape around her shoulders. She may not want him to touch her, she may find his existence revolting and think him the worst demon to walk the face of the earth, but…
He chewed his tongue, knotting the front flaps just underneath her chin and setting about to cover her legs, then lowering the chains so she may hide her hands in the folds. He may be a monster, but he wouldn’t let her freeze in just one night staying with him.
Now THAT seemed cruel, even by his standards.
‘Heh. And besides… who wants a smelly old corpse stinking up the place?’
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badluckcat
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C'est la vie
I keep all my dreams under a lock and key. I?m so afraid that they will fly, away from me
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Post by badluckcat on Jan 19, 2012 12:46:03 GMT -5
Situs really wondered what he ever did wrong in his short insect life to deserve to be first hunted down,beaten up, and then get stuck in the same bloody building with the bloke that had done the hunting and hurting.
He forgot to mention that infuriating abusive human bitch that owned the building he was stuck in.
So basically Situs was stuck in a house, to abused to attempt escaping, with two violent beast's.
Why wasn't he killing himself already again? Oh yeah, the simple reason was that he wasn't that bleedin' fuckin' suicidal. ((Although the way his life was going he was sure he'd be suicidal soon enough))
He curled his thin limbs around his shivering frame, he tried to pull his legs up too but hissed as his foot twitched in protest against the motion. Sighing he shifted his body in to the most comfortable position he could find and fell in to a light sleep, his antennas moving whenever a sound was heard within the house.
Hopefully tomorrow he could escape.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Jan 31, 2012 9:52:40 GMT -5
-Swirling darkness causing nausea, it was impossible to distinguish up from down in the senseless vortex, black is all around and yet she was seeing pictures in her mind while her eyes were closed, brighter lights sparking like flares and giving the veins in her eyelids a web of colours, ranging from blood red to startling greens and yellows, all in the confusion there seems to be a chorus of voices whispering and shouting and screeching and murmuring-
“Jojo! Please we need to go-“-‘…Who swallowed a goat, she just opened her throat and swa-“-“ –will never understand why you rebel so much, you must achieve to be a proper English woman!-”-“ should have known better then to assume you cou-“ “- catch the dog, swallowed the dog to catch the cat- “-“-am free damnit, I was FREE-”
She could barely concentrate enough to listen to half the voices, young, old, soft and harsh, all of them mingling like a cauldron of souls swirling and screeching their eternal damnation in captivity.
The black was suddenly replaced by colour, varied in shapes and forms she remembered, the dark grey rocks and boulders on the shore, the green-black waters lapping over algae ridden cement blocks, the watery sun peeking through overhanging grey clouds, persistent even in the implausible effort it took to shine.
She knew this place, she was familiar with the shore, knew all the hiding nooks and crannies, remembered how many seashells you could find in the cold puddles and with luck a little crab or eel.
This place was her home. Vivified Siofra stepped forward to embrace the calming scenery, feeling happy and yet confounded to find herself here. Here of all places to be...Was she dreaming?
All around her the voices suddenly raised in volume; baring down on her like scavengers onto a carcass, calling to her. Pressing her hands to the sides of her head Siofra gaped when the movement was restricted. Glancing down she took note of the rope corded cruelly around her wrists, a longer piece trailing to the pebble ridden ground and buried beneath the sand.
“What...what is going on?!?” Any further protest were interrupted by a bone shattering roar right in front of her, Siofra lifted her arms to shield her face from any potential attacks as much as she could with the bonds.
Gigantic jaws snapped shut an inch from her upraised arms, she felt the air rush and heave as the jaws opened and closed time and time again, like a rapid wolf set upon devouring his meal. When the bone-snapping stopped Siofra dared to peek over her sleeves, gaping at the change of surroundings, a huge canvas structure of wooden beams and cloth’s rose at least a mile above her, blood splattered and hole ridden, like a great storm had ripped the very jolly soul from the lively place.
Along with its audience.
Bleached white rows of chairs, rickety seats and cushions were arranged in a circle formation around her, while she sat in the middle of the caged off platform like a star performer. Or a sacrificial lamb.
“Jojo!”- A wild shriek a little ways to her left startled her into a screech; that name! It was hers, and yet...no, wait, no that voice! It was that’ voice which had alarmed her!
At once the figure took focus, like acknowledging the voice allowed her to view its owner; the beast.
The beast in chains. Links as thick as a man’s thigh, anchored into a slab of cement, with various means of weights attached to keep him stationed and immobile, dumb bells, shackles, ropes, anvils, and still he strained against them, leaning forward and digging his claws into the ground, leaving deep gorges and marks, the chains and barbed rope cutting into the hide of his scarred neck, making it bleed a ruby red that was such a contract against his black carapace.
A mingling of sound come to her, whimpers, whines, bellows and roars, sounds made by animals with a twisted human voice tied to the end of it. It was his voice, deep and rumbling, dark and heavy.
He was pleading?
“Please, please! You let her go, leave her out of this, Jojo! Jojo, please you have to understand that I never meant this to happen! Please, just let her go, let her- NO!” A harsh smack across her cheek had her thrown to the ground, gasping and near tears. “Wh-what?” “You leave her! Don’t you dare touch her!!!”- Another smack, this time the object that hit her felt blunt and made contact with the side of her head, momentarily blinding her. “Jojo! “- Blinking away the stars Siofra struggled to her knees, whipping her hair aside to find the fool that dared to attack her when she was down. To find the fool that dared to attack her at all.
“Show yee-self! “ A kick was delivered to Siofra's midriff. The force of the boot made her cry out in pain, sending her onto her back, where she lay gasping. “Please, just leave her out of this, she has nothing to do with me, just let her go! I’ll do anything, just please! Let her go! I lo-“ Darkness consumed her once again, but this time there were no voices, no noises, no visions.
...Where...where was she now?
It was dark, and damp and quiet, save for a deep rattling breath that seemed like a roar even though its peaceful sound was none-aggressive.
She couldn’t see, Siofra couldn’t see! Blinded by the darkness that covered her face like a heavy weight, pulling at her dry eyes and- Oh
She had her eyes closed...
Siofra sighed impatiently, prying each lid open until she blinked back the dust moots, surveying her surroundings. No tent, no beach, no monster chained to the floor- Well...
Another sigh escaped her warily; he was still there. Cocooned in her finest bed sheets and blankets, dainty pillows and even one or two leather cushions from her couch. He had made himself comfortable already, like he owned her property.
Bastard. A dull ringing, brass and awfully loud after the pretend silence, startled Siofra to her senses.
The school! Oh no no no no no!
She had to get out of here! She had to, had to get these chains of no matter what. If that monster knew what threat stood upon her doorstep if she didn’t answer that phone the hellhounds might as well drag her to her doom.
Her struggles lessened the moment she looked down and plucked curiously at the cover draped over her, the corners having been folded and knotted in such a way that there was no way for the chilled air to get at her skin. “What the devil...what?” ‘How did this...this come here...-?’ Siofra stared at the mass hidden beneath the sheets, the rattling deep breath had been his, he looked peaceful enough, harmless even, all the ugly wrinkles in his face gone and no trace of that fierce some attitude he possessed...
It seemed almost a pity to wake him...
“HEY! Wake up! Hey beastie filth, wakey wakey!”
...but she needed him awake.
Shouting at him, throwing a range of colourful curses at his slumbering bulk, Siofra tried everything to at least rouse him from the dead-faint he had taken. “You stupid animal, wake upppp! Wakey, wakey, wakey, wakey, wakey, wakey!” At last! Something stirred in the nest, for a moment Siofra stopped breathing and bit her lip in anticipation. Would he wake?
The beast grumbled something inaudible, shifted and turned on his other side and promptly continued his guttural snore.
‘I will not roll my eyes, I will not, I refuse to act like a preteen chiseller-‘But she couldn’t help it. A fine roll it was too, perfectly done by her ever so skilled eyes.
Right. Back to business. Siofra drew in as much air as her constricted torso could take; wetting her lips and screwing her beady eye upon the beast. “WaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEeeeeeee!”
Min gave a reluctant groan but shot up in a whirl of blankets, snarling beastly and backing into his corner, eyes wild and swirling around for any lingering threats. Did his nightmares follow him into the land of the living?
“-Morning yee piece of filth” Oh lord there were ‘stains on her sheets. “I can burn those now...”
He seemed out of it, huffing and puffing for air that would not come to him, at long last his breath eased and the wild panic was replaced by obvious annoyance when her words reached him. “You won’t do much of anything in that state. “
At her harrumph he only smirked, oh she knew how much of a pickle she was, but she didn’t let it show how much she despised being reminded. “Keh, if it’s not too much of a bother, can yee release me from these bonds? “- She gestured towards the stone stairs, the phone ringing persistently. “- The phone’s a-beckoning me”.
That wiped the smirk right off his face, Siofra even felt a little bit of delight at the apprehension that flashed across it instead. “You expecting someone?”
“No, they’ll be expecting ME.” When he glanced back at her, tilting his head with a frown wrinkling the bags under his eyes, she felt the urge to roll her eyes again but didn’t stop herself from doing so.
“I work at a school, with other teachers and co-workers and kids that need tutoring, if I’m not at their doorstep by nine they’re bound to come a-knocking to MY door, and I don’t doubt that from happening since, seeing my current situation,-“Siofra untangled her hands from the folds, tugging at the thick chains so they rattled.-“I’m not going to be able to answer that call.” And to let it sink in further she addled a sugary-sweet smile; steeping her fingers on top of her lap.
Seemingly lost in his thoughts Siofra allowed herself to inquire her situation; firstly, where...or how, did the blanket enveloping her form come from. Did he wrap it ‘round her?
If so...why?
“By the way...”- The eyes lifted, dropping down to gaze at the cover she held up for inspection. “ What’s this doing here?” He choose not to answer; snorting and rubbing a hand over his face, perhaps to wipe away the traces of sleep, or maybe it was a habit whenever his inch long temper was tested.
“Mhhggrr.” He rose from his nest, lumbering to where she sat shackled, Siofra shrunk back when the distance between them was closed quite quickly. Who knew such a mass of bulk could move and manoeuvre so swiftly.
“S-so you’re going to release me?” The beast halted in bending the metal apart, quite obviously the harlot simply refused to shut her fat gob.”’Release you’? Heh, why would I give up such a ‘lovely hostess’? “An oily smirk had shudders riding over her spine. “But untie you...that’s another story...”
“Whatever just do it quickly, the longer you dawdle and threaten me, the less chance I have in calling off any potential visitors...” At her reminder Min grunted sharply; snapping of the chains and letting them drop from her figure altogether, but he did not stop there. Grasping her roughly by the elbow he hauled her onto her feet, pushing her towards the stairs and half dragging her up them.
“Stop dragging your feet!”- “I cannea feel them! My body en’t made for being chained up like an animal!” He grew impatient with her, every so often she would tumble and trip, and he would yank her back unto her feet, each time with less care and growing weary of her stumbles. Finally it took the toll and he hoisted her clear of her feet, throwing her through the kitchen door and onto the source of the ringing. Siofra scrambled to get to her feet; pin-and-needles or not, she didn’t want to be an easy target. Almost immediately after she got to her knees Min towered over her with the device clutched rather cruelly in his claws, shoving it under her nose.
“Answer it. And remember... ” She reached for the horn, biting back a cry when he caught a fistful of her hair and tugged sharply.
“One word out of line...” He shook her by the hair, for his threat needn’t be finished.
Taking a shuddering breath Siofra picked up the horn and placed it at her mouth, “Hullo, yes this is Ms Dolan speaking, how may I help you-“Min sat back, releasing her hair and listening to the exchange intently. His stare made her uncomfortable, as did the close proximity between the two. “ Y-yes...I understand the confusion, I understand completely, why yes, I am very sorry for not calling earlier...Well you see I have a bit of a-“ She cut short of continuing, the hulking mass had shifted closer, forcing her to the wall to keep what little distance she had to remain.”- Illness, I have fallen ill, yes, yes that IS very tragic,...w-well I am not sure about that...It might take a few days, I've got it real bad...well, I suppose you can-Oh no, no oh dear...that is...” Screwing her eyes shut she brought a hand to cover them; just for a moment she didn’t want to see anything, not her destroyed home, the bruises on her body, the beast lurking too close for comfort. “NO! No, no there-ahem, There is really no need to send any one, thank you, yes, thank you very kindly for your offer but I can manage...yes, please DO send my regards to the children...yes thank you for that...alright...goodbye...”
She managed to put the horn back precisely where the hooks indicated; managed to keep her breathing even and her eyes dry. But the utter misery dropped into her stomach like a cold brick of reality.
"Oh...dear god..."
A panic had seized him for just an instant, his eyes flickering about the kitchen searching for an escape. Someone was coming over! Someone would see! His muscles bunched, his body shaking, ready to spring up and depart from this place (disappointed he only had one night of cosiness to call his own). And that woman... he would make her pay dearly for his loss. Clenching his fist's tightly against the phone's shell, ready to destroy the item over her head, all his rampaging thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she practically screamed in the phone, her voice wobbling but firm... His brows tilted curiously, as she fought the offer of the other person over and over.
Smart girl.
His claws receded from the device, easing his muscles. When at last she ended the call, a whisper caught into his ears. Three heart wrenching words that, though he would never show, left him feeling almost sorry for the little femme. "Oh... dear god...” A sentence he had spoken so many years ago cried it to the heavens and roared it from his cage. He nearly spat in disgust at the unconscious reminder.
“Will they call back? -he asked sharply. “No...Not for a long while I suppose.” He could hardly contain his relief, settling on replacing the device back onto the lone table that still stood after that night’s fight.
He could have another night, another night of comfort and peace. It seemed almost unreal. “Oh...oh god...” She was alone. Completely and utterly alone…taken prisoner in her own house, granted that food and shelter were most comfortable, and would be brought at daylight hours. But still a prisoner. Siofra allowed herself one spare moment for despair to consume her ever being, sliding down the wall and burying her face in her up raised knees. “Oh…oh my god…” Pathetic whimpers weren’t her style, but the knowledge that she was struck, that there was no way out, no escape, no salvation…except for death. It made the joke all the more crueller, the punch line:”Guess what? You’re going to die alone.” .It was only a bit worse because her ‘guest’ refused to end her suffering. Or so he claimed. “Get off your ass and get me some food.” No sympathy, no mercy, cruel to the bone save for that strange incident with the blanket, a monster through and through. She was wallowing in her own misery and she dared to think she could be left to it peacefully, but no, the beast was hungry. The beast wanted food. “Nothing…there’s no food.” A impatient snarl made her insides clench with fear, but in it she held a certainty, not long now, he’d lose his patience, he’d snap, he’d finally kill her.
“Make me food.” –“…There isn’t any food left, you gouged on everything, even the persherevables…”- “I don’t care get me food.” Lifting her face from her damp sleeves, the tears she’d shed under the cover of her rumbled hair, she had to crane her neck a lot just to look up at him, even while he sat squatted in the hallway. “No food…”
An angry growl vibrated through the air, but with the sunlight pouring in, the air filled with dust moots, she could finally see the distinct features of him.
He was a monster, that much was obvious, but as far as she could see, it was only his appearance to struck her as strange. Giant, meaty paws tipped with a claw twice the width of her thumbs, inches thick black carapace, impregnable and yet with a random scattering of scars; long ones, stumpy ones, all the same twisted, sickly dark rosy brown. Even the ghastly burn wound on his foot, as if the tough hide had been scolded away to leave a twist of knotted tissue, very sensitive if his reaction to her touching his scars was anything to go by.
His face, if you could call it that, a maw filled with razor fangs, wicked mandibles that clicked against his squared off jaw lingeringly, no nose, but instead a lone antennae that twitched and bobbed at the air, scenting the flavours. And his eyes, coldest turquoise eyes surrounded by a deep black sclera, the pupils slitten and dilating and retracting by turns and thoughts. A face only a blind mother would even try to love.
“Get. Me. Food.” The threat was supported by her being lifted by her arm, letting her dangle closer to that face so that she could smell the dirt on his hide and the stink of his breath. ‘He needs a bath first, errgggh.’
“There en’t any left; you ATE it ALL…”- An idea struck her sudden; she would have gasped and yowled joyously by the brilliancy of it. But she schooled her features into a likewise scowl, baring her teeth just as vicious and hoping beyond salvation he wouldn’t catch on.”I could get some, but I need to go to the market for that, so…if you want food; you’ll have to let me go to town…” She had surprised him, his dumb face blinking at her, gears turning in his mind on a snail’s pace.
‘Please don’t figure it out, please, please, please, just go along you dumb animal!’ She was an inch away from smiling when he continued to think it over, his eyes moving from her face to over her shoulder, then back again.
“You’re lying.” Her face fell; she couldn’t control it, but he had seen through it like sunlight through a spider’s web.“I-I’m not I assure you-“-“ You’re lying, as soon as you walk out that door I bet you’re going to shout for the authorities and get those bastards on my trail…best for you to stay here…”
He finished with a slimy smirk, at this distance she saw every fang, larger than her fingers, glinting like knives in the dusty light.
“I promise you, I’ll vow it on my life that I’ll return, in, out, I’m back before you know it.” –“No chance worm, I know humans, and you’re every inch as distrusting and spiteful as the rest.” He leaned into her, his breath tingling her eyes, “So don’t insult my intelligence with your empty promises.”
“Intelligence? Could’ve fooled me,” That blew it. Letting loose a rumbling snarl Min threw her at the stairs, her back making contact with the banister and making the wood creak from the force. Siofra tumbled to the ground just as hard, landing on her hip and spitting a lyrical curse at the pain.
Min was fast to close in on her, his hand snatched at her skirt hem, stopping her mid sentence-“I gave you an order.”
He yanked on the cloth, dragging her closer and huffing his stale breath over her face. “-Now get your ass back there, and .Fix. Me. My. FOOD!” A swift yank had her lower skirt tearing up the leg, exposing her pale thigh and the edges of her bloomers to the light of day. Siofra shrieked and actually managed to smack him across the jaw, not hard enough to harm him, but it startled him nonetheless.
“FIRST off! There has to be food in the house to feed you, ya bottomless pit, secondly, I'd rather have it you didn't snatch at me, and thirdly, I need to clean up to GET the food because looking like a haggard witch half-naked and covered in sweat and blood won’t get me past the door!” She tore herself away from him, letting the cloth in his grip to its fate; she had humiliated herself enough today, what’s more to another bearing of her flesh?
Min watched with an open mouthed expression, the panic from earlier taking hold and somehow paralyzing him. Why was the prospect of losing this safe haven so painful? Why was the thought of this screeching femme leaving so...so...a strange look flashed in place, his eyes widening substantially. “You can’t leave...” He half whispered.
She didn’t even spare him a glance, stomping her way up the stairs. “I need to, I need to get food in order to feed you, and seeing as we have absolutely nothing edible in the house, I need to go out and buy some.”
Siofra stopped however when the same claw tugged on the already ruined skirt. “What now?!”
“You're not leaving here. How stupid do you think I am?” Siofra goes to answer but stops upon seeing his glare. “The first thing you'll do is scream bloody murder about the monster in your basement -” One good yank had her falling half off the banister- “-and I know you will. “ He tugged again, other claws gripping onto her clothes and making her lean over the banister, staring right into his face.
“You're just like every other pathetic little worm out there.” -Yank- Siofra, no longer to hold herself up right, plummeted over the banister edge... and right into the arms of her attacker.
“Ahh !!”-The fall was short and awkward, but nothing was as strange and utterly embarrassing as landing right into the arms of the beast in a tangle of shredded skirts and thrashing limbs, he cushioned her fall. Catching her had been no difficult task, holding the screaming harpy was another thing. She thrashed around so much, bellowing like a blow horn and twice as slippery as oil, he eventually grew tired of balancing her and just parted all four arms; letting her smash rump first onto the ground. –“Pfft”. Siofra cursed and fussed, trying to ease the soreness from her behind reign with dignity.
“Thanks, for Nothing! “ Struggling to her feet she ducked under his elbow, the sharp tap-tap-tap of her shoes echoing through the hallway. “If you ‘can excuse me, I need to change clothes, I can hardly walk outside dressed in nothing but me knickers and blouse can I now?”
Again, she was stopped by a claw at her skirt, this time the seams cried out regrettably and tore further, but she was beyond pissed now. And it seemed Min was too.
“YOU'RE NOT GOING!!! I won’t ALLOW IT!”
She watched his beastly display with a scowl wrinkling her nose.
“Allow? You won’t ‘allow’ me to leave?” – She said this so softly he was momentarily taken aback. Screams, shouts and garbled mumbles he was used to. But this soft tone, even, almost a whisper, the gentle vows were scarier than her banshee shrieks. She turned fully to him, soundlessly like a ghost, the heavy weight of her storm cloud glare fixed straight into his eyes, into his soul.
“..........................Fine .” Siofra dropped her gaze and herself onto the steps, crossing her legs and arms.” Feel hungry, starve for all I care, if I can’t go out to get food, there’ll be no means to feed you, I can wave a bloody magic wand and expect dinner to be on the table at six, things just don’t work like that.”
The gears worked in his head, this she could see. His eyes flickered across her face, then over her shoulder thoughtfully until returning to a dead out stare full of ice- “It won’t be the first time I’ve had to starve. If worse comes to worse... –“His lips turned upwards almost cheerfully- “I can always eat YOU.” He finished that sentence by licking his chops, chuckling darkly at her white features at her sickened expression. Thought the next thing she did was rather unexpected. She stood up so quickly he growled, leaning far closer than he would have liked, offering her neck like awaiting a lover’s caress. She leaned forward, drawing the neck line of her dress away, tilting her head for easier access.
“Bite me, kill me now, and eat my corpse unless you want us both to starve.”
Min drew back a fraction, fretting his lower lip with his fang. He then leaned forward, fanning his breath over the exposed flesh, parting his mouth. He could see her body tremble as he drew closer, grazing his fangs over the flushed skin. ‘Just do it, kill me now, get it over with, just do it, kill me, kill me, kill me.’
He drew back when she whimpered, snapping his jaw shut with a loud snap. When she turned to look at him he sneered. “I'd rather save you for later. Never know. You might make yourself useful for OTHER things...” He let the sentence trail off, eyeing her front in a way she knew to be familiar with some other despicable creature she knew.
“Whatever, food is still going to be a problem, so you either let go of my dress right now so I can change and be presentable to the world to go and buy your dinner?”
“Pfffff.” He pushed her back; smirking as she stumbled against the wall- “Can’t it be delivered?” At her widening stare and gawking mouth he gave another huff of laughter. Secretly she'd forgotten that; but she blamed the temporarily lapse in memory to the fact that she had more important things to think about. Like escaping a blood-thristing monster. “You mean you want people to come here?”
She took a step closer, sure that he was joking, remembering how he had panicked drastically when the phone had rung.
He looked at ease, still smirking that oily sneer. “You wish to risk them spotting you? My, my, my you are thick.” She couldn’t help but be impressed at this fearless creature, so different from the frantic insect she had seen scarslely a few minutes ago.
“I'm hardly thin, if you haven’t noticed.”The smirk widen when she rolled her eyes again. “The way I see it –“ He leaned his heavy body casually against the staircase, not even registering the wood giving a loud creak against his weight- “With you answering the door here, I won’t have to worry about you brining the Calvary. One word out of line, and...” He distractingly runs claws down the banister, making a mark where the sharp point dug in and lifting a wood shaving from the surface.
”Less chasing for me.” There was nothing else she could do, he’d seen through her persistent lies. The least she could do what hold out until something or someone interfered. “Alright...Though if you can find it in your black pit of a heart to let go of my dress; I would like to change into something less...harlot-y.” Min shrugged and raised his paws, ‘if you must’.
Turning Siofra finally made her way up the stairs, thinking that, regarding her situation, things could have gone a wholly worst turn. ’Could’ve been the Easter bunny...could’ve been a talking frog...Could've been me grandmother in nothin' but her knickers and fox pelt...’
Wearily Siofra turned to her room, slipping out of her ruined dress and dropping them onto the floor, making her way to the adjoined bathroom stark naked and closing the door behind her.
‘It’s time I give meself that hard-earned bath...’
By turning the rusty knobs s harsh gushing of scalding hot and freezing cold water flowed into the modest tub, a few drops from unlabeled bottles beside it were added to it before Siofra dipped a hand inside to check if the temperature was at her wish. “Mhmmm, perfect.” Making certain that the door had been properly locked she eased herself into the tub, hissing as the hot water lapped over her frigid skin and immediately attacked her over-used and sore muscles.
“Yesssssssssssssssss~” Oh she purred, melting under the water’s surface and dunking under the bubbles, and wetting her hair. She allowed herself a few moments to simply enjoy the heat; oh how cold she had been, how utterly tired, bone-dead tired did her limbs feel, filled with liquid lead and weighting her down.
Leaning over the edge of the porcelain Siofra sorted through the grouped bottles and jars, picking one up at random and reading the label before putting it back on the ground again. When she found a product to her satisfaction she unscrewed the cap and applied a generous amount onto her scalp. Gently massaging the lotion through her abused roots, winching now and then when she smoothed over a particularly sore spot. ‘ Manhandled my arse...that beast nearly scalped me bald...’ Rinsing the femme continued to pamper herself with various lotions and potions meant for the body, hair, skin, etc, not once registering the rhythmatic Slhuuuuuuuuunk-Ttt, Slhuuuunnnnnk-Ttt, coming from outside the confides of her steamy haven.
‘Maybe I should drown myself...yeah that’ll show the bastard...let ‘em starve...’ Maybe it was the steam, or the lotions, or the bliss she felt when surrounded by nothing but moist warmth...but she swore she heard a distinct opening of a door and a even louder Keeeer-PLUNK!
Shooting up from the tub, pausing only to wrap a fluffy towel around her still dripping form she sprinted towards the door and ripped it open after unlocking it, Siofra glared at the contends of her room.
Nothing.
There was no-one save from herself in he spacious sleeping quarters, although...Had that suitcase been dumped right smack in the middle of the room before or after she was chained to the basement’s piping?
“Bloody hell...what for pete’s sake is ‘that doing here?” She crept closer to inspect the luggage, feeling the last piece of her patientce she had gained slip away.
"That bloody idiot scratched me good suitcase!."
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Post by kinkachu on Feb 5, 2012 14:23:47 GMT -5
From the hallway he watched, silently peering at the woman through the doors crack. He’d planned to deposit her item and be off back downstairs, since there was another occupant he had to manage as well, but the moment he heard the splash’s, the soft footsteps, Min stood behind the door intrigued. His jaw nearly hit the floor when the woman finally came into view, the sudden realization that she stood in nothing save a fluffy, yellow towel slammed into him like a locomotive.
His throat locked up, he leaning a good portion of his weight one handed on the frame, mesmerized by the beauty sweeping across the floor. Siofra obviously knew nothing of the intrusion, fretting her lower lip in agitation and clinging tight to the towels knot as a bright flush clung to her cheeks. Whether the color came from the warm bath or her anger Min couldn’t tell, but he stood rigidly in place, to consumed with observing her delicate frame in all its curvy majesty.
Gathering her wits, Siofra stood before the briefcase with hands smashed firmly over her hips, puffing up in an angry hiss. “Bloody hell…. What for pete’s sake is that doing here?” she gritted, now hovering over the item just as he hunkered down further.
The monster licked his lips, jagged claws digging fiercely into the wall; ripping the wood even further when she leaned forth to retrieve the suitcase. The monsters eyes widened as the towel hiked further up her legs.
He clamped a hand over his mouth in attempts to hold back the surprised gasp, flickering his glowing orbs to the ground. ’You shouldn’t be seeing this. Turn away before she spots you.’ Yet no matter how vigorously he urged himself to slip away… the curiosity was still there. ‘What can she do to stop me? If I want to see then it’s my right to! She cant do anything, she has no power over me.’
His sights lifted back up, drinking in her celestial image.
Siofra stood with her back facing him, those lithe muscles flowing like liquid under her creamy skin. A soft heave and she placed the suitcase upright again, running her long, spindly fingers over its surface.
Min lowered his hand, leaning closer to the rooms ethereal glow. The rising sun shone from the windows, bathing her in its ethereal light that enhanced her allure tenfold. Every move she made was caught and categorized to memory, from her long, slender calves bunching under her weight to her rounded derriere bobbing back and forth in thought.
"That bloody idiot scratched me good case."
The monster glanced down at his claws, curling them before slipping them behind his back, pushing away just as she flipped her wet curls over her shoulder. “I canna have anything nice no more thanks ta that stupid, arsefloggin brute.”
He flinched.
“Lord, what did I do ta deserve this? I‘ve been a good, mostly patient woman. Why are ye puttin me through this ‘ell?”
Those were questions he asked daily, always beseeching higher powers for a different life. Surely he wasn’t made for this eternity of suffering. True he took pleasure in killing those that brought him harm, but it had been short lived and bitter. Nothing remotely close to satisfying staying longer then an hour before it faded back into the empty hollowness he’d known all his life. That said emptiness closed around him once again, bringing his sights back up towards the little woman who continued to paint his name blacker then the night.
‘Did you expect her to say differently about you?’ He shook his head, knowing she had every right to hate him. But maybe that hatred could turn to something else. He could reshape it if he wanted, he had the power to make what ever he wanted out of this predicament… if she cooperated that is.
Stepping away from the door, Min leaned his back against the opposite wall, sinking into a sitting position. “Are you done yet?”
Her gasp plucked a tiny smile from his lips, as did her low grumbles. “I‘m in nothing but me birthday suite. Do I sound like I‘m ready?”
“You sound like you‘re stalling.”
“I wasna aware I was being timed!” She sniffed indignantly, shuffling about the room in quick, heated steps. “Further more, I ainna to keen on folk lurkin in the halls while I‘m barely clothed.”
“Would you rather I came in?”
Chocking hard, Siofra nearly expired right then and there. He couldn‘t be serious. She just KNEW he wasn‘t serious. And if he were…. “Oh Jesus bloomin Christ, are you bonkers? No! Not only no, but HELL no!!!”
“Then why are you complaining? I gave you what you wanted.”
“Gave me-” Now that tore it. He hadn’t GIVEN her anything. She’d fought for this right and she be damned if he was going to take credit for the slim generosity. “Now see here you lack witted twat! You haven‘t done a fart to help me so donna be takin credit where it isna due.”
“I donna take to kindly to yer tone.” And now he decided to mock her accent. That sorry, son of a bitch!
“I don‘t give a two shits about your feelings for my tone. You have no sense of sympathy or compassion in that pitch black heart of yours, so DONNA be saying otherwise you ugly, good for nothing, abominati-!”
The door splintered off its hinges in less time it took for her to shriek. Throwing her arms up, it did little to shield her face from the wood chunks thrown across the room. Her feet back peddled against her will, tripping over the forgotten suitcase. She laid sprawled on the ground, suddenly very frightened, aware she had the worlds biggest mouth and now, very soon, it’s spite was going to get her killed for.
A shudder rippled through the floor boards, as did an immense heat that fanned dangerously close to her face. By the time she parted her lash’s, she immediately wished she hadn’t, trying with all her might to sink further into the ground and away from the enormous beast slouched above her. All four arms rested above her head, his legs caging her own in a predatory hunch, flashing his canines half an inch from her nose.
For a fleeting second she thought he would sink them into her face, creasing her brow fearfully. Shallow breaths were the only thing fueling her lungs, never seeming to be enough for her stampeding heart yet for some reason she couldn’t force any more air into herself. “I… I-I…”
“You were saying?” Oh god she felt that right down to her bones, trembling even harder then before. Siofra tried in vane to force a sound out, chocking on the words that stuck fast to her throat and refused to dislodge. It didn’t help matters any when those all to familiar claws circled around said throat, twisting her face into one riddled with intense pain (though he had yet to squeeze).
“DON‘T call me that again.”
“I-”
“EVER!” His fingers clenched, her vision swam. “I‘m NOT the abomination!”
“I-if you s-say-”
“I‘m not… Say it. SAY IT!” She couldn’t even utter a squeak, her hands flying up to tear at his own. Siofra thrashed and bucked beneath him, furiously kicking her legs along his plates in a meager attempt to escape. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she wouldn’t, that it was virtually impossible to break his hold no matter how vigorously she struggled. Yet she still fought him, still gave all her strength to rip away.
Min, however, only pressed her further into the floor boards, sinking his hips against her own. “Say it.” She gasped, chocking and coughing with tiny snarls. “Say it.”
‘I CANT you ignorant cunt!’
“SAY IT!”
This was it. The darkness was closing in, framing her vision with its webby shadows, closing…. Closing around her as he watched. Everything began to lose color, shape and texture, as if she were being thrown backwards down a tunnel that seemed just as endless as it was cold.
And to think, just a day ago her life had been nothing short of monotonous.
Siofra sputtered incoherent words, the grip on his wrist growing weak until eventually falling away, “Nnnooo…nnnn…”
Min loosened his grip, drawing back a fraction as the color flooded into her cheeks again. Her breath, her voice, all croaked and full of fear and hatred. She tried to turn over to her side, stopped by his arms preventing any space to move. “Say it,” He whispered, “that I‘m not an-”
“Abomination.” The frustrated tears trickled shamelessly from her lash’s, those silver storm clouds scorching his soul with their eternal loathing. “You‘re everything they say you are.”
Something peculiar flickered behind his orbs, a spark perhaps, shuddering violently in the endless depths mirroring his black soul. Siofra gave what ever that was little heed, shaking her head violently with teeth bared and snapping, “You‘re a heartless monster and you know it! Now if you don’t plan on killing me, which is the most preferable option for today, then get your titanic arse off me! I can barely breath what with your fat and stink crushing me.”
Had her own vision not been so blurry, or she cared to look, she might have seen the moisture brimming over his lids. But the behemoth simply stayed put, his breathing growing deeper.
‘Oh lord oh lord I did it again. Fuck, Siofra, why cant you keep yer trap shut!?’
Squirming uncomfortably beneath him, it soon be apparent why this situation irked her so. True, she didn’t necessarily like him smothering her as such, nor that she’d nearly been chocked to death for snapping at him. What truly bothered her, and this she felt all color drain from her face, was the fact that throughout her struggles….
Her towel had flown wide open!
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Post by siffyleafylav on Apr 18, 2012 15:34:52 GMT -5
So far it seemed just impossible to keep a inch of dignity the moment she had agreed to that godforsaken deal. Once again, her chest was bared, once again, the beast was stuck speechless, and once again she was furious beyond coherent thought ‘Blast it! ‘She thought, her hands flowing up her sides and – quite unwillingly- to the monster’s face. Both palms smacked over his unruly eyes, the most she could do then was to stop him from further embarrassing her with his much too interested glare.
“I’m naked!” She cried, stating the obvious to save face. “Don’t look!” As if he’d take orders from her; with a grunt and shifting of his paws, the beast pinned her arms above her head, holding that fanged maw so close to her throat the tips of those jagged canines ghosted over her skin barely a hair’s width away.
Panic started to seep right into her bone marrow, working up a cold sweat she could feel so much more now because she was bared beyond being bared. The beast shook his head, trying to dislodge the disorientation, her skin crawling to feel his tough hide. “So am I.” “Yer not supposed ta look”-“I’ve seen ya before, what does it matter now?” What did it matter? ‘Once seen never unseen’, one of her frequently used quotes when the situation asked for it, but being naked didn’t bother her per-se. It was that she was naked in front of that, that, that THING!
Siofra twisted her hands around, unable to loosen the meaty grip of him. Frustrated tears were prickling at her eyes, blurring her vision and rendering her incapable of seeing his expression beyond his sneer. “I’d rather not give ye another gander, Now Git .OFF. ME!” – The claws tightened, then moved over her floor, taking her wrists and making her spread out her arms, further and further until the pain made her cry out. “You’re not the boss of me”- He growled over the sharp sound of her pain, drawing back just a little, he didn’t want to break his new toy. Where was the fun in that?
“Yee think tha’ matters to me? Remove yeeself from my person or so help me God Oy’ll rip out ‘em eyes!” Min snarled but drew away, sitting back on his haunches between her knees and giving her a once (and twice and thrice) over. “Better?” He inquired mockingly.
With a screech Siofra tore herself away from him, scrambling onto her stomach and half running half stumbling towards the wrought iron bed, tearing the topmost cover from the mattress and holding it to herself. “Yee arse lickin’ CUNT! T’be no mystery why yer beastly appearance matches ya black heart!”
Min rose slowly from his squat, calmly even, eerily so. It wasn’t beautiful, the way he had grace and stealth at 10 ft while she could barely two-step a jig. It was unnatural, like seeing a dead animal float underwater; she once had the misfortune to witness the death of a child in her youth; the young lad couldn’t have been older than 5, and had drowned in pursuit of his toy boat.
‘The grace of the dead’. Call her fantasizing or mad, the title seemed to fit him in that moment. With his cold, cold eyes, black shell and jagged tusks, he was every bit of a nightmare as a reaper itself. He took one step; just one, the talons on the one mangled looking paw scraping over the wooden floor boards and making them creak alarmingly. “Insult me again...” He rumbled darkly.
He wouldn’t need to ask twice. “Yee'r a blank shot of a insect-ridden dog, beetle-headed, measly and trought with vermin and pests.”- She stepped away from the bedpost, clutching the sheet like a lifeline. “A ignorant piece of currish shit that would have been better off shot in the head the moment yee took first breath, it’s a surprise really, how yee’ve survived the streets long enough to roam into my corner and torment, bother and torture the living soul out of the one thing that can just so easily call the authorities and be done with yee....the way I see it, oh yee’ll love this, the thing is, yee can’t do nothin’to me but bother me persistently, killing me is out of the question because where else will yee find a bint stupid enough ta offer a home to a filthy-“ He flinched-“ Disgusting, revolting.”- he growled- “ lowlife piece of hacked up miserable horn-beast failure at creation like you.”
She went too far. In a second he had closed the distance, his arm raised like he meant to strike her again. She would welcome death, maybe not unflinchingly, maybe not by good grace, but to die was surely a better fate than to be saddled up with this monster. ‘He’s a monster alright...’
The same fist that was to be her death dealer swooped in and closed around her throat, lifting her and squeezing her windpipe. Closing her eyes, but cringing and winching like a fear ridden coward, Siofra braced herself for the blow....the blow that did not come?
But instead of having her neck bones crushed under the pressure, another paw flew down and snatched at her sheet, tearing it not only from her fingers and body, but also from the bed and seams, leaving her fully exposed to the world. And him.
“ARG! What the ‘ell!!?!?!” He rounded on her dresser, loading his arms with her many dresses, petticoats and undergarments “WHAT THE ‘ELL ARE YOU DOING?!!”-“Shut up.” Only once the leather suitcase was also taken by one of his many paws did he turn a sinister sneer on his maw only he could create. “I asked you a-!” –He snapped towards her, flashing his fangs- “If you can’t be nice, you won’t have nice things!” He announced with glee, taking in her glowing and flushed form, the sneer widening when she strived to cover her privates. It took a moment or two before she understood what he meant, exactly.
“...WHAT?!Yee cock-swingin’ bastard I'm right'd to me clothes! Gimme, those-“She gave a running start to snatch them back, only stopping when his glare made her stumble on the spot, hitching the cloths tighter in his grip as she tried to cover herself conveniently- “I've got a right to coverings!”
He was enjoying this too much, nearly giggling with delight. ”You ain’t got shit as far as I’m concerned. But maybe if you ask sweetly...” -He extended a hand out to rub underneath her chin, smiling only more when she shook it off. “...I’ll compensate you with something...”
Risk death by pissing him off more or by frigid body parts? Crossing and uncrossing her arms, Siofra seemed to teethe right on the spot, the flush to her skin a clear indication of her discomfort and shame.
“...........tskk.....fine ...please...”She stressed- “Please may I have my clothes? “He wasn’t blind to her suffering, more like he enjoyed it rather vigorously. Just by ruffling the femme’s feathers he had a day worth of entertainment. Letting her cover that creamy skin seemed like a waste, he rather enjoyed watching her prance around uncovered, the reason for his sudden fascination was something he’d figure out on a much later date. Now, he wanted to see how far he could push her...
Ruffling through a few items, he smiled and pulled out cotton knickers and a flimsy, nearly see-through top, flinging them in her direction with a oily smirk. ”That wasn't so hard, was it?” Siofra stared undignified at the items, then at him, back at the items, back at him, each time flushing a brighter and brighter red “B-b-ut tha-that!”- Pointing at the pathetic heap at her feet-“You can't expect me to wear only that!” He sniffed; waltzing out her door with every other piece of clothing she owned bundled in his arms. “It's that or nothing at all...-“Turning just before he moved further out of her sight, blue on black eyes gleaming sadistically.
“Your choice” “...Seems to me that I barely get any choices at all....”
His glower darkened, for a moment something like a shadow passed over the deep cervices in his face, thoughtful, reminiscing, loathing…But the look passed before the young woman looked up, all except for the loathing she took to be aimed at herself. Great, at least their feelings were mutual. “Then you should appreciate the ones I give you.” Siofra cast her eyes to the items, toeing the thin material with her foot and grimacing, angry mutter ghosting under her breath. ”I'll appreciate the day Morrigan comes to end me suffering...”
Min turned fully, holding the rest of her coverings like a temptation out of her reach.”A thank you would suffice. “
“I'll thank the day ye keel over and not before.” Snorting, he watched her from the corner of his eyes, muttering darkly.”We'll see about that.”He kicked over her dresser for good measure, leaving it lopsided from the blow, chuckling gleefully when she gave a offended noise. “Thank yee, for being the world’s most succeeded BASTARD!” With a frustrated huff she picked up the pieces of clothing, marching towards the bathroom for a ounce of privacy; since he most likely could sneak in again to spy on her.
Once having pulled on the knee-length pants and the thin camisole did she re-enter her bedroom, backing away a step when she nearly walked into Min’s bulk. “Wot?”-“Here”. He dropped a white bundle into her arms, slinking off before she could say another word.
Siofra blinked after his shadow, unravelling the bundle and revealing a long sleeved, work shirt, one of her old ones but one that wasn’t see-through and could cover her from shoulder to midthigh. Why would he hand her this, after claiming she didn’t have a right to it?
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Not hers, but someone else’s.
Bursting from her room, Siofra tripped over the landing in her haste, taking the steps two at a time. She stopped at the bottom however, mindful of the many splinters and pieces of shattered glass, pottery, and porcelain.
Crouched over the slightly prone figure of that cowardly ant, Min was laughing sadistically, one paw shoving the injured insect around roughly, each attack to his wound making him cry out. “Leave him!”
The lumbering brute glanced up, a look of annoyance seeping in his once jovial grin. “.................................No.” Clutching the banister so hard her nails screamed in pain, Siofra gritted her teeth and stomped the last steps, approaching the yammered lout with head held high and glaring. If not for her indecent state or smaller size compared to the warped creature she would have made quite an intimidating impression. “Release him” – “Why should I? S’not like ya give a shit. “Narrowing her eyes, the woman stepped closer, placing her own foot against his paw and kicking at it furiously.
Min watched this with mild annoyance and a whole lot of amusement: stupid girl, who did she think she was ordering him around? He could and would never get enough laughter from watching this puny, spleeny human, who thought she to be ten feet tall and as menacing as him, instead looking like a crushable little mouse, chewing fervently on his armour plating to no avail nor pursuit. Even if he needed to spend the remainder of his comfortable life in this house, no doubt that she would offer endless entertainment for him.
“Fine, you wanna play nursemaid, go knock yaself out.”-He punctuated his point by delivering a kick to the red ant’s side, sending him to skid across the rubble and into the wall on the other side.
His boulder chuckles rang high through the corridor, echoing eerily after he lumbered his way down to his basement, leaving the teeming femme with the agonized insect. Siofra stood, fixed into place by her rage, denying that he had her life in hands, refusing that it was his word over hers. But she would life, however much she loathed it.
“.......Ya’r mental, ya know? “ Came the raspy mutter, filled with contempt and pain. Hurried Siofra dashed to the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets in search for the med kit. Once located she pulled it from behind a emptied jar and the broken door of another cabinet, skipping back to where the groaning being lay crumpled and curled in on himself.
“No need ta remind me...” – Without a word she tugged him out of his curled position, looking over his curled limbs with a asserting eye. When she found his wound, she winced inwardly; the paw was crushed, the tough chitin warped and dented.
“Oh goodness...This is going ta hurt, hold still.”With a tentative touch here, a firm grip there, Siofra forced the crushed appendance to regain its shape, holding her knee on the trashing ant’s other leg to stop him from throwing her off or injured her. How uncanny to be treating one unsually proportioned insect and to loath another in the same day, she never liked bugs herself, not that she was afraid of them, just their unclean appearance, numerous limbs and creepy crawling motions that brought shudders upon her like no winter’s chill could recreate. A portion of her hate to the brute ruling her was due to his likness, a giant dung beetle, perhaps from the very south of Africa or Peru, hard and unforgiving and ghastly and revolting, smelling of carcas and dung and molt. A tiny magraine of her growing mood aided her in re-setting the ant’s leg; once she had reformed it to her wish; Siofra set about to placing a piece of wood on both sides to create a makeshift brace tying it together with the length of gauze.
“BLEEDIN’ ‘ELL woman!”- “Och, don’t be a pansy, It’s over...” The ant glowered, mentally wrangling the troublesome woman for her stupid actions, she could’ve left him to die, she could’ve minded her own business and left him bloody well alone. ‘Mother of hive.!’ He cursed, swatting at her the moment she released his leg, turning on his side and grumbling to be left to rest. As soon as he didn’t feel the pain of his splintered limb anymore he was out of this hell hole. “ A thank you would suffice”-“ I got nuthin’ ta thank yaf’r, s’far as I’m concerned, ya just made everythin’ worst with ya meddlin’ and irritatin’ of that thin’ .” A huff was all she gave for reply, rising and bypassing the brooding brat before he could place the blame more firmly on her.
‘ “No need ta remind me...”’ Indeed, she didn’t need to be told just how much of a mess she’d landed the both of them in, curse her to hell and back again on a broom of nails, of course. If anything, she wished she could be that much of a coward as many had insulted her as, and yet she couldn’t bring herself not to care how much it hurt.
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All her belongings, well not all of them but a great portion, had been either pulverized or smashed beyond salvation. All of which had been her own fault, but she refused to accept that fact; besides, there was a greater element that had led to her home being reduced to smithereens.
The monster.
True she had taken to insulting him at every chance and opportunity, but even IF he possessed something as civil as a name, chances were that she would grow ten tits and a cunt full of teeth before she would ever give him that courtesy. She would know; being a teacher was all about knowing your calculations and literature.
“ I’m never going to be able to afford repairing all of this.” Grumbling as she swiped the last splinter of a table to one corner which she had dedicated as the ‘Rubbish Pile.’ There were more piles like it throughout her ground level home, four in the hallway, three in the living room where the damage had be less of late, and at least five in her kitchen.
Most of it all had come from her pathetic attempts at keeping that menace away from her; figurines, books, vases, one after the other thrown and either missing her target completely or shattering on impact with his tough shell. Which was another reason for concern; she mused as she picked some salvable pieces from one pile and dropped them in a box, the beast in question had a hide thicker than a elephant’s, maybe not in the figural sense but impregnable all the same.
The worrying fact were those scars; if a frying pan or even a kitchen cleaver had no give nor take on it, what weapon could had pierced that chitin? Of course she was wondering what material could have delivered those numerous old wounds and battle injuries on him; if she could just get her hands on it she might stand a chance at escaping his wretched paws.
Then again; one of his scars was plain to understand how he came to such a wound. ‘Fire’ The mangled, warped flesh, tinted a grotesque purple red, was stripped of the strong outer shell, leaving the skin twisted in knots and turns, if she stared too long a gag-reflex made her turn back. A burn wound of severe damage. Then again, his whole appearance was reason to vomit.
“WORM!” – Ah, speaking of said revolting piece of shi-“WHERE’S MY FOOD? “ His demand for foodstuffs had her going back and forth, shouting at him for non-existent patience, at the same time praying that those delivery trucks would arrived sooner rather than later.
You heard correctly; trucks. Given the amount, not to mention his size, the beast needed a daily amount of food fit for a family of ten. The grocers and market supervisor delighted in her unusually large ordering. No doubt keeping the monster under her roof would shorten her salary by a vast difference. And that was just by feeding the beast; if she possibly could manage to go dayby-day on scraps...then again, she didn’t know how long she could.
Having no future does that to you. “IT’S NOT HERE YET!” Siofra screeched, slamming the dustbin down a tad bit too hard. Debris went scattering on impact. As if on cue the doorbell rang, brass and shrilly throughout the house. “WORM!”-“I’ll get it!”: But Siofra didn’t attempt nearing the front hall, instead stomping her way into the kitchen and half-way down the basement steps. Craning her neck around the banister ( and frankly the only thing protecting her from this angle ) she saw the same beast squatted by his nest ( of HER sheets!) glaring back at her. “well?”-“I need me clothes.” –“Ya got ‘em already.” –“Decent ones, I can’t show myself in nothing but me knickers to people, there’ll be all kinds of wrong signals there.”-“So? Just get my food.”-“I won’t; until you give me something that covers me from neck to toe.”
The argument hardly seemed to have any affect on him, with his blank look of annoyance, he really could not care that she would appear a inch from nude to the outer world. Humans and their fickle traits; dangly bits and strange fur covered areas. Then again...there was a up side to having the femme in a less than decent state. He got to admire and watch her, with the opacity fabrics she wore he was never withheld the sight of those lumps on her chest, nor the bobbing one on her behind.
A thought crashed into him rather suddenly; Min’s anger blazed and he actually let loose a snarl before turning from the girl and sticking his paw underneath his nest, rummaging around, eventually lifting a sky blue chalk-striped number. “Go get my food.” And he flung it at her, turning his back on her before he could see the flicker of gratitude in those stormy, ice like eyes.
With half a ear he listened to the girl hurrying to put on the dress, stilling when the door was opened and greetings were exchanged before a lot of heavy stomps indicated more humans filing in; each carrying crates or boxes or containers. The woman held a rapid-fire conversation with one of the men, sometimes using words he had never heard of, and more often than not hearing ones he had. Min tried and fumed not to feel the prick of envy; this was HIS home now, with HIS demands and words as law. And now there were other ‘humans stealing away HIS toy ( although later he would have thought the agitation came from having more of the despicable race in his home, and would deny the fact that he felt any sort of possessiveness towards that shrieking female.) - - - -- --- --- --- --- --- --- -- --- -- - Delivering the amount of substations, meats and nutrition to the old home had been a bit of a hassle, thought supervisor Lumoux. First they had to ruffle the boys to get going, piling and filling crate after crate with the foodstuffs, all of which he had been able to write down in his scribblely wibblely script, a few bloats of a ink and rips due to the rapid talk of his wife taking the order via the wire, translating the early morning order from “Give me all yee have on vegs, bread and meats.” to a huge list of various greens and animal meats and sweetmeats.
Then there was the address, it had been difficult already to navigate the narrow streets with the occasional urchins running out in front of the van. ‘Look f’r the house with the orange jumper ‘. Was by far the most helpful advice.
A little past one in the afternoon his boys had reached the house, and after waiting a solid 10 minutes a bahaggerd, though pretty, woman answered the door with a Irish brogue so strong and fiery he had been hard pressed not to introduce her to his wife. What he had done, was read through the list, marking the crates off with the end of a soggy pencil while having a polite conversation with the young woman. From what he had understood , having gotten used to the soft vows and rolling R’s once the woman began speaking, was that she had moved a scant two months ago from Liverpool, with what reason she didn’t confess, though if the lass’ twitching hand and flinching blink said anything, he had gone with the reason of a man mishandling her.
“And so, vhat exactly does ma’am do ‘ere?”-“I teach literature English and mathematics’, at St. Francis. “ With a nod Lumoux continued to read his list, swatting one of the boys when he dropped a sack of cooking salt right at the woman’s feet. “go on, eh!” He shouted, turning back to the client to apologise.
But she was not listening, staring intently at a box set apart in the shade of her staircase. ‘Butter’. It said in bold black lettering. “English butter?”-“Oui, unlike marmalade, it is a profound ingredient, my wife herself uses it in her pasta recipes. Costs a arm too, If you understand my meaning.” The woman, Ms Dolan, he read of the list, nodded absentmindedly, the sunlight doing strange things to those light eyes. It got even stranger when they lit up in the same way his wife’s did whenever she planned something. Usually at his own expense.
After everything had been unloaded he bid goodbye, charmed by this strange woman with her aloof and upper classed behaviour. He even tipped in a mock bow, making her emit bubbling giggle that even made one of the boys walk headlong into the truck. Several in fact stopped to stare. With a wave of his hat to her, Lumoux shouted at them to get going; they were far from done delivering.
After starting up the truck he took front, drumming his fingers on the steer and chewing the butt of his cigar nervously. Henry Lumoux worried, maybe a bit distractedly, about the young woman all alone in that big house, but he believed that she was anything but afraid. At least not of men, given her total disinterest towards the boys walking by, many hands running along greasy heads, trying to neaten up the dust and sweat coated forelocks. The boys never really looked presentable, and their sudden need to preen was no mystery, Ms Dolan was unmarried, un-engaged and barely old enough to be widowed. The woman was strikingly handsome, fearless and a tongue worthy of a sailor.
But what had made her so flinching at his casual question of home? What nightmare made her turn her back to home, just what kind of nastiness gave her reason to choose solitude instead?
--- - - - --- --- - - - --- --- - - - --- --- - - - --- She’d had enough now. Humiliated, frustrated, treated like a dirt welding maid, no, not even a maid. A maid would get insurance. She was a slave. Kicking and protesting on the top of her lungs, struggling to break free from his grip, Siofra tried to look back on her life’s choices that brought her to this undeserving and most of all torturing fate.
Her courage, or foolishness, had led her from the comforts of her home into the beast’s path, her blind attack on him enough to evoke his interest. The arrangements made good enough for him to consider that she was more worth alive than dead on the sidewalk.
She’d take her public grave gladly. Anything to get away from him; his whole revolting self, not just his stink, nor his beastly behaviour. It was his rotten, black heart that convinced her that she was right. The woman had her way of seeing who somebody really was at first glance, and in this case there was nothing to prove her wrong or incorrect.
He was a monster.
“Release me!” – a familiar cry – “ Unhand me you arse-floggin’ bastard!”- A familiar insult; how many more hours did she fill with her seemingly endless supply of rather uncouthly names.
As evening slithered into night, the beast in question had taken it upon himself to ‘escort’ her to her nightly chambers, ripping the dress from her the moment those men had left and gorging himself on the assorted foodstuffs. Remembering his fortune when he’d followed the shrieking maid into her safe haven, suppressing the need to jump up and down in his excitement. He had NEVER seen so much in one place, nevertheless so fresh, nothing was rotten, decomposing or well beyond salvation. The many flavours, herbs, spices, everything tasted heavenly. And all of it his. HIS!
His and his alone, maybe he would share a bite with the pint sized femme, just to make sure she survived enough. Wouldn’t do to let her starve and escape him in that long sleep.
“Not a chance, worm” His ever affection pet name, it suited her, really. Although nothing like the wiggling insect living underground, she was as low and slippery and slimy as said mud-dwelling creature. ‘Worm’.
“RGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” by now she had tried everything in her power to evade him, running from him, hiding, locking doors only to discover that metal and iron barriers held as much a chance against him as a piece of tissue paper. Eventually he had tired of her game, snatching her up and hauling her down to his nest, making sure to wrap the chains as tightly around her limbs and waist. He even gave her the blanket.
A sort of reward. And to keep her from dying from frostbite, he wanted her alive and kicking. But well within his power to throw around and play and control.
A push here, a wee pull there and done! The beast leaned back to examine his handiwork, proud with a matching sneer at her furious expression. Just a bit more and she would be foaming at the mouth. “There, now by a good little pet and shut the fuck up.” For good measure he tapped her head, her teeth snapping at him and her eyes glaring from behind those bouncing locks. All this fun, hah! He’d spend ages just pushing her around and never bore.
Chuckling the monster turned and scooted over to his nest, again twirling a sheet around his shoulders, circling the loose circle of pillows, cushions and softness before plopping down, snuggling the loveliness before closing his eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - --- -- --- -- --- ...And now it was her turn. Siofra’s eyes snapped open with a flash, zeroing in on the beast with a icily glance. Humph, bastard.
With some effort she wiggled a hand from within the folds of her cover, flexing it before slipping it down the hem of her knicker and down the waistband, searching, searching... Ah-hah!
With a grin, no more noises, she pulled the stick of golden wrapped package, in the dark the lettering was harder to make out, but in her mind they shone like a beacon. “BUTTER”
With her teeth Siofra started to ease the wrapping around the top, spitting out the paper and eventually ripping off a large piece so that the dull yellow creamy substance greeted her lips when she checked out much she had. ‘Brilliant, Jojo, absolutely genius~’. Carefully she applied the stick to her other wrist, smearing a good portion on the skin and wiggling the limb experimentally.
With some pushing and pulling she finally slipped from the knot, carefully placing the links on her lap, just to make sure they wouldn’t rattle and disturb the slumbering beast.
She spend well over a hour greasing herself up, sweating and grunting through the process of buttering her skin up enough to slip through the chains binding her to the piping.
Inch by inch Siofra lowered the heavy bands to the ground, flinching for every tingle and grinding of rusty metal over the cement. She was free.
Free!
Jubilant at her success, but far from real, out of bounds freedom, the woman turned to the pile of boxes and crates thrown carelessly at one corner of the basement as to make room for the nest. High, hidden behind one obnoxious crate was her escape.
A window. Small, but wide enough for her to wiggle through, and with the extra lubrication that had to be the easiest part yet! Tiptoeing past him was another matter, this she did with the precision of a surgeon, trapped in a mine field with one misstep being her doom. Motivation enough, if she was honest.
“Just a little more...” whispered the woman, edging over the beast’s paws and taking a wide berth of his sprawled upper body, stepping over a flung out arm and getting closer and closer to her goal, her safety, her escape-“GnnhgAGHH!”
A choking, surprised noise forced from her throat, along with the air once in her lungs. With a dismayed glance at the window, Siofra looked down and gave a moan of sorrow.
A arm, wrapped tighter than her previous bonds.
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Post by kinkachu on May 9, 2012 19:31:08 GMT -5
The world swam inconsistently between reality and dreams, remnants of the imagination smearing across his vision only to recede entirely for every bleary eyed blink. He didn’t know why he awoke so suddenly, if sluggishly dragging ones self into the living world was sudden or not, but he did pull through its many spindly webs, resurfacing for a scant second to collect himself. “Wha’sat…?” Came a groggy murmur, followed by another blinking round that had him shaking his massive head.
A quick sweep confirmed the early morning had yet to greet dawns first light, the evening still hanging heavy in the air being just as crisp and bitter as first it begun. Min smacked his lips a few times, stretching his maw wide for a long, steamy yawn that misted about his face. Nothing peculiar appeared during the few hours he’d been asleep, a quick sweep confirming this as his thoughts floated about willy nilly like a ghost poking in the mist. The question regarding what might have stirred slowly trickled back into the darkness he’d just emerged from, his still dreary mind concluding nothing was out of place. That is…. Until a faint glance towards the chains left his heart racing.
“The fuck?!”
Where was the girl!!!?
In an instant his head shot back up, twisting around scouring the area for her soon-to-be DEAD body. She left nothing behind to indicate her where-abouts save for the abandoned chains, seeming to have spirited herself away into the very shadows.
An intense fury gurgled in the beast’s belly, scorching his lungs with the ever present roar manifesting once more in his depths. Little thought was given as to how she managed to escape her bindings, his fangs cracking together in a frothing rage.
‘The little bitch!’ Min balled a fist, heaving himself partially off the ground hell bent on rampage the house for this deception… only to freeze mid rise. A sound near his lower chest rendered him completely immobile, his muscles locking up refusing to do any more than glance down at the curly disarray. There, snuggled into the many roughly grooved plates, lay the very creature he had been ready to tear apart, RESTING on him none the less, looking rather content with one arm draped over his frame with hair splayed out in silky wisps about her shoulders.
For a curious moment, Min sat there simply staring down at the other, unsure what to do. Anger… violence… he knew how to deal with these things. Confusion, however, was an entirely different creature and he certainly felt its terrible hold to its full extent right now. What does one do with their prisoner at this point?
“Mmm...” She breathed, the warm sensation sweeping across his carapace in a startling way. His toes curled slightly, as did her own fingers, it taking every ounce of strength to suppress a moan that should never have been formed. Leaning heavily on his upper elbows, he swore the tingles shook the very earth beneath him even more so when her nose nestled itself between an indent. She sighed softly, clinging to the heat he produced in her slippery embrace.
Flickering lids lifted so that he could confirm his antennae’s assumption as to her escape method. Indeed, a quick survey revealed the butter still coating her arms. This didn’t necessarily please him to see a complete waste of future meals used for this… this… what ever the hell THIS was. An escape? “Didn’t get to far, now did you?” He half chuckled, rubbing the yellow substance between his fingers with a sneer.
Again her fingers padded across his chest, her brows knitting in protest perhaps. “Even asleep you gotta put up an argument, eh worm.” Licking the butter from his claws, he tilted his head as if to study her more thoroughly, stroking her curls from top to tip. ‘Should I expect anything less?’
The initial shock from before trickled into nothingness, ebbing into a calm that - as quickly as it came - soon flew away once more when she puckered her lips to plant on his chest. “Mmmnngaaasa… gewd git~” Her leg hooked around his own; Min rocketing to his feet immediately, taking a step back with heart hammering in mounting panic.
Why was… what the hell was that?!
His eyes bore into the woman, possibly burning into her soul with a shaking hand covering the spot she‘d once placed her lips. No matter how he tried to piece together the reasoning behind her actions, he found the answer all to elusive and unable to capture, much like smoke weaving between ones fingers. He couldn’t grasp it and she… she dare to stay motionless after such an action.
Min fretted his lower lip, glaring fitfully and STILL rubbing that wet mark clinging to his pectoral. How dare she toy with him like this! Asleep or not she had no right to torment him in such a way. Weren’t her words cruel enough? Now she dare tease his body like some wanton temptress, stringing him up like the little puppet he’d been all his life.
No… NO! he wouldn’t stand for this, not from her! HE was the one in charge. HE commanded HER to do as he saw fit. No one, man, woman or any other force would control him as they had before. Not with threats or chains or even… His twin orbs grazed along her mouth, watching the tiny pink muscle swim across the plump lower lip to wet it.
Slouching a bit, his joints bent until resting in a comfortably crouch. The air, once bitter cold, grew smoggy and unbearably hot. Her soft sighs and little mumbles didn’t lesson his overheated state, at least not until her placid features transformed into the ever present scowl. He knew that look all to well, the one she held only for him when forced to stomach his presence. It trembled between anger and fear, that same fear that kept her bound to him; afraid of what he would do should she step out of line. Sweat beaded along her frown lines, night terrors streaking across her expression like shadows dipping across a gravestone.
Sinking his massive head, the colossal beast fell to all fours (or six’s), approaching the nest at a strained pace. He hovered above the unsuspecting woman, one arm plopping hesitantly near her back while the rest pressed closer to her front. He held the appearance of a hungry lion staking his claim over a kill, eyeing the tasty morsel with a cold, calculating calm.
Siofra shuttered, drawing more into herself to conserve the heat no longer present. Her hands, once tucked near her chin, grabbed at the pillows and… his lower arm. Though the outer carapace at first felt cool, it did not stay so for long. This little specimen of his never ceased to befuddle him.
Though he knew deep down she curved herself into his form for self preservation, he could not hold down the little bubbles tickling his stomach or that spot on his chest he still, with out realizing it, kept massaging. With little else left to do, Min carefully maneuvered himself back on the pillows, lining their bodies up so that she fit snuggly within his arms when he at last became settled.
Lowering his face, he buried his nose ridge into her tufts, watching her closely until at long last the darkness returned to claim him.
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Stretching her arms out a good distance, Siofra wiggled her body in an effort to stir it from its pre-coma state. Sleep still loomed somewhere beyond her grasp, though not as prominent as before. A delicate hum rolled from her tongue, swiftly mutating into a sharp gasp.
With widening senses, she soon realized she’d not been the only one to breath, or move, springing to life a fear she had only begun to taste.
Siofra hesitantly swept her sights along the hard ridges of the beast, the very one that gave fuel to her nightmares, up towards the thick, muscular neck bunching around his open maw littered to the brim with teeth, his pungent breath heating her cheeks for every exhale. It took little time before she noted the rest of her body sat cozied up against his, with multiple limbs caging her firmly and muscular legs entangled with her own.
‘Christ almighty!’ she nearly bellowed, slapping a hand over her mouth before the words could be uttered. This was not good. Not good at all. Lifting one leg, then the other confirmed her suspicion. She… was stuck. And not only stuck, but screwed as well.
The recollection from how she became entwined in this mess crept forth and she did little more than curse her own stupidity for it. ‘That’s right, ye ignorant cunt! Look at the trouble yer in now. Ya could’na taken the stairs, eh? Oh heavens no, that certainly would have been far to easy.’
Despite her folly, she admitted half heartedly the thought of climbing the stairs - and mistakenly landing on a creaky step - did not seem appealing. Especially should it awaken the flesh eating giant pressing his armor against her.
At the time her brain thought it brilliant to depart over his head, for it looked simple enough. But now after a decent amount of sleep and a great deal of hind sight, she admitted perhaps it HADN’T been so grand after all. Now she remained locked against his rising and falling chest, powerlessly riding each intake and glaring holes into that disgusting countenance with a few choice curses plucking at her lips. “Nay. Not now Siofra. Ya need ta find a way out of this-” She lightly pressed against his chest, “MESS first. THEN insult the ugly bugger till his toes curl and his face sours and-”
“Do you ever stop bitching?”
‘Fuck me.’ She wanted to scream, stiffening.
Her eyes instantly flew towards his own, shriveling a wee bit beneath his capped stare. “I-I.. Aye. I’ll take up a vow ‘o silence as soon as ye depart from me life. Hell, you’ll never see a ’appier soul than my likes, dancing a merry jig as the crowd rips yer innards out for bait. What a sight to seeAAAAGH!” His grip chocked the last words.
“What’s that? I cant hear yer insults over the sound of you gasping for air.”
Her little hands brutally thumped against him, straining every muscle in her torso to break past his hold. Yet try as she might, she knew her efforts were in vain when it came against his steely strength. For all her twisting, it did nothing more than cement her helpless position and well they knew it.
Min gave a chuckle, dropping the lard slathered maiden on her keister. Grunting, he stood from place, stretching just as she did if not more so. A few pops sprung up from his back, but a quick flap from his wings realigned the shells into a more comfortable arrangement.
“The day awaits.” Motioning towards the stairs, he bowed in a mocking manner, “My lady.”
With out hesitation he latched a paw around her upper arm, hoisting her effortlessly to her feet and rumbling the entire time.
“S-stop. STOP! man-handling me!”
“If you would MOVE…”
“I’d walk just fine if you didn’t sling me around like a brute!” Siofra twisted a bit, loosening his grasp enough to fall back; the greasy substance from the night before still clinging in thick glops about her wrist, making it all the more difficult to keep the wiggling femme in check. Not one to lose his prey so easily, Min’s claws clasped harder than need be, rocketing a slew of insults into his already scowling face. “Ye cunt suckin bastard that ‘URTS! Yer ‘urting me! Get your fuckin claws out of me arm ye ‘eartless son of a trolls ass.”
“Shut it.”
“I will NOT shut it! Yer-!”
Her body quickly found itself smashed against the stair wall, jarring her bones even further than what they already were. “I said,” His voice lowering to its deadliest pitch, “shut. Up.” A lower arm shot out to cup her chin, forcing her to stare at his displeased frown. “I’m being very patient with you today. And generous! seeing as how you tried to cut and run last night.” Her mouth parted to protest but a firm squeeze had it shut soon after. “You don’t learn to good, do ya worm? So let me spell this lesson out again. You aint leaving this place,” his stature straightened up, taking her by the chin with him, dangling her a good four feet off the ground, “Everything in this house belongs to me, including you. And I aint letting you walk out of here any time soon. Ye kin… or do I have to keep reminding ya?”
She said nothing, rather tearing into her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Come hell or high water she swore on her life and the graves of her departed parents she would never belong to him. Never in a million life times would she bow to a heartless, soulless, DICKLESS git such as he… and well he saw this. The defiance, though not voiced, still resided there in her pools, glistening like the crackling embers they were. He’d yet to break that spirit. This both pleased and disappointed him to no end, twisting his already distorted smile into one that grew thrice as disturbing. “I’ll take that as a no. Maybe it‘s time the teacher was educated some.” Glancing at his claws, he flexed them just so between her breasts. “Lesson one: Benevolence.”
The sharp tip sliced through the first button, revealing the twin mounds through the flaps.
“Lesson two: Obediance.” Another flick, another button flew free, shedding more skin for his perverse eyes to drink in. Siofra kicked furiously at his torso, snarling like a hell cat ready to tear into his eyes for such audacity. This, of course, simply amused him more, rolling the third button between thumb and forefinger. As he had said once before… if she couldn’t play nice, she’d not get nice things. And as far as he was concerned, clothes were a privilege, especially ones as nice as these.
He plucked at the little bead one last time, knowing that with its removal it would undoubtedly expose all that she wished his likes never to see. “Lesson three…”
“…yer a monster…”
The condescending air evaporated on the spot, replaced now with the shocked, steely silence.
“I hate you… so much.”
A flicker. A crack. It had been subtle, almost indistinguishable from the ugliness staring her down, but…. She saw it now more than ever through the tears in her eyes. She’s wounded him the only way possible and it showed as clearly as if she’d stabbed him through his blackened heart. “Ugly. Inside and out.”
His smile slipped completely, forming the only other expression he possessed… anger. “I’m what people make me to be.”
“Ye are what ye are. You’ll neva be anything more. Yer.. yer nothing but a walking nightmare I‘ll never wake up from! I wish… GOD! Why did I have to get saddled with you?!” Siofra wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn she heard a sob. Yes, surely she’d heard correct, for his expression once a terrifying thing to behold now wavered between his escalating fury and that vulnerable place she slowly began to pick at. And pick she did, relentlessly peeling back the crumbling bits, amazed at how this great beetle, with all his strength, his hatred and hunger for pain, stood before her trembling.
His claws lessened their assault, breathing hitched and Siofra, at long last, found his weakness. And she relished in the feel to have him, for once, quaking.
Basking in her revelation, she wondered how it’d taken her this long to figure out how to get underneath his skin (or what ever that leathery shell was), for now it seemed so obvious. “The truth is a bitch to swallow, aint it? I hope ye choke on it! It’s the least you deserve fer all the misery you’ve cause.” He flinched! He honest to God flinched. Oh praise the saints above, he was recoiling from her, “You were in those chains for a reason, weren’t you ya pathetic thing. You should’ve stayed where you were and just died. No one wants you! Cant you see that? Not a soul cares for a miserable monster like you!”
“Stop it.”
“You are evil. Through and through!”
“STOP SAYING THAT!”
“No I wont! It’s true. IT’S ALL TRUE!”
His arm drew back to smash her yet again into the wall, cracking her head against the stones until she thought for sure her brain decorated it. His roars were close to her ears, deafening from the shear intensity pounding louder than her pulse.
“I’m not a monster!!! I’m not!!! Not an abomination, not stupid! I‘m… I… leave me… LEAVE ME ALONE!” Clutching at his head, true terror finally took hold of the woman as this new insanity swept over the creature. He no longer spoke to her now, screaming at figures or voices that only rested inside his sick mind. Leaning his forehead against her own, Siofra dare not even breath in fear he’d tighten the hold over her throat, her hands clinging to the arm that very well could end her life this morning. Why? Because she had to be the stupid little chit that she was and repeatedly root through his one vulnerability with no care to the consequences. Now she dangled a hairs breath away from losing this war, all for the fact she had found a crack and thought to take full advantage.
“M-m-m-mons-ster?” Dammit if his fingers didn’t clench more. ‘Wrong word Siofra. Wrong again.’
“Please…”
“Min.”
The savage cries from before dissipated into nothing, having reabsorbed into the creature who now stood stock still, chest and shoulders heaving, eyes downcast but only briefly. They floated back up to the stark white woman, evaluating her reactions, screwing a sizzling glower upon her though she doubted all that hatred was directed at her. “W-wut?”
“My name… is Min.”
‘Min?’ The name seemed so strange and yet… and yet it fit him.
Another few seconds stood between them, processing this mornings events in silence… only to have it broken when a gurgle sprung from the behemoth’s belly. Dropping her yet again on her bottom, he took a few steps back to give space. It appeared as if he no longer wished to make contact or communicate with her and she for the most part didn’t complain. Nothing more needed to be said, his head nodding towards the kitchen with her understanding his needs all to well.
Standing on her own two feet, she wobbled only slightly and, to her surprise, was steadied by this beast now referred to as Min. Still a strange designation in her opinion, but than again so was Siofra.
His hands came away once she stood righted, always following a short distance behind, eyes trained on his feet... rubbing a place on his chest halfheartedly.
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