I intercept your wrist and simultaneously kick you in the stomach with my patent leather stiletto. You drop to your knees, and I press the heel of my shoe right in the hollow of your throat, and push you back into the ground. When you are lying helpless underneath me, I increase the pressure and dig into your flesh.
Don't you fucking move, or I'll pierce you and bleed you dry. Now... put your hands above your head so I can handcuff them, slut.
"Now... put your hands above your head so I can handcuff them, slut."
She said to him , the faint trace of a cynical smile on her lips.
The sharp crack of the jemmy bar against her wrist was startling in the quiet room.
"No, YOU put the handcuffs on ......... slut".
The voice was deep, and had an odd irish lilt.
She turned , raging and spitting , but the next blow connected with her head, and the merciful darkness engulfed her.
"I do so dislike women who use duct tape , cable ties are so much easier, dont you think Damaged?"
Damaged just stared at him.
The dark figure surveyed the scene in the small room , and chuckled .
"I was just passing by and thought Id stop in for a quick cuppa , though Im thinking that Alters muffins are not on the menu right now".
He kicked the inert woman and chuckled again , "A pity, Im a bit hungry, ah well"
Damaged looked up from his stool.
"You sure can kill a party Lycan" , he said quietly and shook his head.
His head snapped up at the noise from down the hallway.
He turned back to Damaged , "Sugar is here isnt she?".
Damaged nodded . "Shes in the bath , washing herself off".
Lycan lit a smoke and flicked the match onto the floor, and smiled softly as it burned a hole in Alters rug.
"Oh happy day" , he smiled again as he exhaled .
"Just what the doctor ordered , psycho bitch for supper, my favourite".
The noise echoed down the hall again, and he took a knife from his pocket and snicked it open.
"scuse me Damaged" , he said as he walked to the door.
"I have bad things on my mind, and they need my attention".
Slowly, Alter comes to, her head in a daze. She can take a beating, and is used to seeing stars, but this incident has caught her off guard. Anger percolates in the woman's gut, and she launches herself on Lycan, clawing at his eyes, ripping her nails into his tender flesh. The diamond ring on her fist intercepts his cheek, leaving a long, bloody scar on his face.
Lycan stops, and glares at Alter, a murderous light lending its sickening glow to his dark eyes. In a desperate frenzy, alter grabs for his pocket knife, but unfortunately, he notices, and intercepts her maneuver.
"Please" she begged. "Cut me, bite me, flay my skin with your blade while you force Damaged to fuck me at knifepoint, if that's what gets you off, you sick fuck. Do whatever you want. I promise to be a good girl, if only you don't cuff me."
He paused in the doorway.
"A sick fuck am I?" . He sighed and tilted his head, noticing the rivulet of blood dripping from her head and down her neck.
"I would have preferred twisted motherfucker, but I suppose I can live with sick fuck, for now"
He grinned at her , and she could see the blood pooling on his teeth from where he'd bitten
his lip.
In that second she knew that he was further gone than she had ever realised, but she snorted and glared at him.
He sucked his teeth , a quiet , wet sound that seemed so incredibly out of place in this situation.
He stared at her, his baleful eyes not moving from her face as spoke.
" Get up Damaged , it's hurtin time".
The eyes stayed on her face, as he licked his lips. " Mmmmmm , maybe I get to eat after all" he laughed.
"Oh yes Alter, I will do that, and more" . The knife appeared in his hand again, magically , and he moved toward her. "Its ok , I dont use cuffs" , he smiled at her benignly.
"I use cable ties".
Mmmm.
Have your way with me this time, Sir Psycho Sexy :p