Post by Moloch on May 7, 2013 20:23:51 GMT -5
“Meek and mild though not pretty but hot....” his voice whispered with a little hint of maniac inside it. “Should I kill you now?” He jerked on a solid heavy chain and got a moan from the other end. “No... I think not.” He ended and let the chain fall to the floor with a loud BANG.
Moloch moved silently over to the hooded figure attached to the other end of the chain and poked a finger against the exposed flesh of the woman's shoulder. Instinctively she jerked away from his touch.
“Now, now. Stop that. I just told you I wasn't going to kill you...” He scolded in mock injury. “Yet.”
The girl went silent after that, he could hear her breathe and smell the blood that coursed strongly through her veins and he moved his face closer to her shoulder and breathed in deeply. He ran his fingers upwards along her tethered arms, one hand on either arm. He took a step closer to her and as his hands reached the iron cuffs that bound her wrists and attached to the heavy chain that was slid through an iron ring about her head, he smiled, giving the chain another quick yank that forced the metal to slightly cut her wrists. The girl let out a gasp at the small amount of pain he'd caused her and he shook his head.
“Oh, if that hurt, you won't like what comes later.” He told her honestly.
The girl started crying again. Oh how he loved to hear them cry. He took his finger and wiped away some of her spilt blood and tasted her. His lips turned up to form what was meant as a smile but looked more like a sadistic grin.
Once more he stepped toward his intended victim of the evening. He pulled the the ugly brown sack from her head and tossed it aside. She looked up at him, despite her fear, and glared. She had wondrously beautiful blue eyes. The colour of blue sapphires. He smiled widely at her spirit, his elongated canines showing in their full glory as he did. She had blond hair, not too long but it was a bit messy so Moloch walked over to a dresser, ignoring her brave anger, and plucked a brush from the black marbled top.
“You should count yourself fortunate to be my guest tonight.” He talked to her as he moved up to stand in front of her again and began brushing her hair.
She jerked her head away from him making him make even more a mess out of her hair than before. Needless to say, this displeased him slightly.
“Well, that wasn't polite at all.” He stated in a firm tone just before he smacked her on the forehead with the hard wood of the brush and this time, holding her chin firmly in hand, began brushing again.
“As I was saying, you are indeed most fortunate to be her tonight...” He pulled her face up to him and looked into her wet eyes. “You should be honoured. Today is my birthday...” He smiled down at her and then tilted his head to the side. “Or at least I think it is...Oh hell, it's someone's birthday at any rate.” He chuckled.
He was telling the truth, it was his birthday but he wasn't exactly sure if it was his or one of the many different echoes in his mind. Either way, he would make it his because he could, he was the one in control after all, wasn't he?
After he was finished brushing her hair, he returned the brush to the dresser and once more turned to gaze at his birthday present. He held a finger up as if informing to her to wait a minute and he turned on his heals and left the room.
It wasn't but a moment later he came back holding a cupcake in his hand with a lit candle upon its strawberry-looking top. He walked it over to his guest and put it up before her face.
“Blow it out for me.” He commanded.
She refused.
“Blow it out now.” He growled this time.
She still refused, she knew she was going to die, she had accepted that already. She didn't want to play his games. He'd dealt with guests like this before and they never made him happy until their last screams.
“Fine...” He plucked the burning candle from its resting place and then with his free hand, moved her hair behind her ear and then plunge the candle into said ear just far enough to break an eardrum, but not far enough to kill her, no, he wouldn't do that yet. She screamed out in pain at all the sensations at once, the burning and the puncturing of the ear drum together. After he'd finished with the candle, he took his cupcake and smashed it on top her head, just because.
“You are a stupid little female.” He told her and that's when he began to make her really scream.
He spent over two hours torturing the girl, making certain she stayed awake and alive the entire time. When he had finally wore out his need to make her scream, he graced her with death as he sank his fangs in to her soft throat and drained her to the death point. He left her body hanging from the now bloodied chains as he turned to the dresser and then pull from it a scalpel. He returned, snatched the still dying girls head up by her hair and cut her eyes from her head with perfectly skilled perfection. He smiled down at the prizes in his hand and as he began a round of Happy Birthday To Me, he walked to the shelf full of jars filled with strange liquids and, with his free hand, he opened up an empty one and plunked her eyes inside it, closed it then set it back down and walked away.
Moloch moved silently over to the hooded figure attached to the other end of the chain and poked a finger against the exposed flesh of the woman's shoulder. Instinctively she jerked away from his touch.
“Now, now. Stop that. I just told you I wasn't going to kill you...” He scolded in mock injury. “Yet.”
The girl went silent after that, he could hear her breathe and smell the blood that coursed strongly through her veins and he moved his face closer to her shoulder and breathed in deeply. He ran his fingers upwards along her tethered arms, one hand on either arm. He took a step closer to her and as his hands reached the iron cuffs that bound her wrists and attached to the heavy chain that was slid through an iron ring about her head, he smiled, giving the chain another quick yank that forced the metal to slightly cut her wrists. The girl let out a gasp at the small amount of pain he'd caused her and he shook his head.
“Oh, if that hurt, you won't like what comes later.” He told her honestly.
The girl started crying again. Oh how he loved to hear them cry. He took his finger and wiped away some of her spilt blood and tasted her. His lips turned up to form what was meant as a smile but looked more like a sadistic grin.
Once more he stepped toward his intended victim of the evening. He pulled the the ugly brown sack from her head and tossed it aside. She looked up at him, despite her fear, and glared. She had wondrously beautiful blue eyes. The colour of blue sapphires. He smiled widely at her spirit, his elongated canines showing in their full glory as he did. She had blond hair, not too long but it was a bit messy so Moloch walked over to a dresser, ignoring her brave anger, and plucked a brush from the black marbled top.
“You should count yourself fortunate to be my guest tonight.” He talked to her as he moved up to stand in front of her again and began brushing her hair.
She jerked her head away from him making him make even more a mess out of her hair than before. Needless to say, this displeased him slightly.
“Well, that wasn't polite at all.” He stated in a firm tone just before he smacked her on the forehead with the hard wood of the brush and this time, holding her chin firmly in hand, began brushing again.
“As I was saying, you are indeed most fortunate to be her tonight...” He pulled her face up to him and looked into her wet eyes. “You should be honoured. Today is my birthday...” He smiled down at her and then tilted his head to the side. “Or at least I think it is...Oh hell, it's someone's birthday at any rate.” He chuckled.
He was telling the truth, it was his birthday but he wasn't exactly sure if it was his or one of the many different echoes in his mind. Either way, he would make it his because he could, he was the one in control after all, wasn't he?
After he was finished brushing her hair, he returned the brush to the dresser and once more turned to gaze at his birthday present. He held a finger up as if informing to her to wait a minute and he turned on his heals and left the room.
It wasn't but a moment later he came back holding a cupcake in his hand with a lit candle upon its strawberry-looking top. He walked it over to his guest and put it up before her face.
“Blow it out for me.” He commanded.
She refused.
“Blow it out now.” He growled this time.
She still refused, she knew she was going to die, she had accepted that already. She didn't want to play his games. He'd dealt with guests like this before and they never made him happy until their last screams.
“Fine...” He plucked the burning candle from its resting place and then with his free hand, moved her hair behind her ear and then plunge the candle into said ear just far enough to break an eardrum, but not far enough to kill her, no, he wouldn't do that yet. She screamed out in pain at all the sensations at once, the burning and the puncturing of the ear drum together. After he'd finished with the candle, he took his cupcake and smashed it on top her head, just because.
“You are a stupid little female.” He told her and that's when he began to make her really scream.
He spent over two hours torturing the girl, making certain she stayed awake and alive the entire time. When he had finally wore out his need to make her scream, he graced her with death as he sank his fangs in to her soft throat and drained her to the death point. He left her body hanging from the now bloodied chains as he turned to the dresser and then pull from it a scalpel. He returned, snatched the still dying girls head up by her hair and cut her eyes from her head with perfectly skilled perfection. He smiled down at the prizes in his hand and as he began a round of Happy Birthday To Me, he walked to the shelf full of jars filled with strange liquids and, with his free hand, he opened up an empty one and plunked her eyes inside it, closed it then set it back down and walked away.