Post by AST Jenne/Cullodena Duff on Dec 24, 2015 0:49:19 GMT -8
The old worn leather creaked comfortingly as Cullodena slipped from the seat of the classic Rolls Royce. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as her eyes roamed over the beautifully decrepit Victorian Mansion she and her brothers called home. The delicate aroma of decaying wood and fabric wafted towards her sensitive nose, and she sighed contentedly again.
A muffled cry brought her attention back to her car, the man bound in the backseat writhed as he woke. "Hush now dearie, we're almost there," she simpered down at him. Her eyes darkened as her fae mien began to creep into visibility, and she leaned forward to press a kiss against his forehead. He screamed through the rag shoved in his mouth and she laughed throatily.
"What's the matter cretin, don't like playing with those that can fight back?" She laughed again and grabbed hold of the ropes bound around his ankles, with a hard tug she pulled him half out of the car. He thumped half onto the ground and cried out into the gag again as his back dropped against the hard metal from of the vehicle.
A lock of limpid black hair fell into her face as she straightened, and she grunted in frustration. "I guess the easy way is how we will play this, as you are far too big for me to manage on my own." She pressed her hands to the side of his face and smiled wickedly at him as she Flickerflashed them in. They were in a room not in the Victorian Mansion seen before, but deep beneath the earth in the Duff's true home. The chamber was cold, walls made of the solid metal and concrete that built the missile silo that had become hearth to the Sluagh near the city of rain.
The man's eyes widened and his bladder loosed as his surroundings changed, a slow keening cry pushed against the gag in his mouth as fear seized his chest tight. Cullodena's breath caught as she relished in his terror, even as the offensive scent of his urine curled her nose.
She left him to writhe on the ground and sat at the desk set against the wall of the room with no windows or doors. Her long fingers caressed the small stack of hardbound books there and she cooed, "Hello dear Broehain, I miss yo-"
"Get on with it Cullie, you sick sadistic bitch, I'm bored!" his whispy voice growled into her ear, pulled from the netherworld through his fetter. She ignored his taunt and slid open the leatherbound journal set next to his books. The moldy moth bitten pages felt soft and luxurious beneath her hands as she turned to a clean page. The beautiful cracked ceramic fountain pen fit perfectly in her fingers as she began to scratch out:
Scientific Journal, 23rd of December
Intravenous Expirey Experiment, Subject 23
Devlon Mathers, Convicted Rapist, Served 4 years
Known Relapse last week
Exemplar tests to include bursting vessel from within, no anesthesia, no use of th
Her pen scratched across the page as she was shoved forward onto the desk, the journal and pen sent flying from her grasp. The man had managed to free himself from his bonds while she was writing, and had struck her with something from the room. Her head swam as he reached out and tried to throw her to the ground, but she was no longer there.
He screamed, a high feminine noise filled with both horror and anger as his prize slipped from his hands. She had teleported to the other side of the room, and now using the speed gifted to her by the magic coursing through her form she drew the small dagger from her boot and slid it through the leather sachet tacked to her wrist. The blade glistened with the venom that now coated it's edge, and the manic smile returned to her lips.
"I was getting bored anyways - shall we play another game?" she rushed forward, too fast for his eyes to track and sliced his arm with the blade. The venom began to immediately work into his bloodstream, this new concoction meant to solely cause pain. His nerves erupted as they told his brain that his blood was on fire. The scream he loosed echoed through the small chamber, and while it brought pain to Cullodena it also brought a fierce sense of satisfaction.
She moved again and drew the blade in a long slash down his chest. He crumpled to the ground in pure effusive agony, his body convulsing as his system tried to make sense of what was happening to him. Cullodena set the blade on the desk and crouched next to him.
"Subject reacts to the venom as expected, the spirit too weak to fight the pain," she caressed his cheek as he writhed for her. "Tell me Devlon, what does it feel like? Do you think you are dying?"
He screamed wordlessly and tried to move away from her, but she lashed out and wrapped those long fingers round his neck. "Now now dear boy, there is nowhere for you to run. Stay, and play with me. "
She once again let her magic rise and teleported the man to the steel chair bolted to the ground. She fastened the straps about him quickly, and pressed another kiss to his forehead as he screamed. "I think I should like some tea, do you mind waiting dearie?"
A muffled cry brought her attention back to her car, the man bound in the backseat writhed as he woke. "Hush now dearie, we're almost there," she simpered down at him. Her eyes darkened as her fae mien began to creep into visibility, and she leaned forward to press a kiss against his forehead. He screamed through the rag shoved in his mouth and she laughed throatily.
"What's the matter cretin, don't like playing with those that can fight back?" She laughed again and grabbed hold of the ropes bound around his ankles, with a hard tug she pulled him half out of the car. He thumped half onto the ground and cried out into the gag again as his back dropped against the hard metal from of the vehicle.
A lock of limpid black hair fell into her face as she straightened, and she grunted in frustration. "I guess the easy way is how we will play this, as you are far too big for me to manage on my own." She pressed her hands to the side of his face and smiled wickedly at him as she Flickerflashed them in. They were in a room not in the Victorian Mansion seen before, but deep beneath the earth in the Duff's true home. The chamber was cold, walls made of the solid metal and concrete that built the missile silo that had become hearth to the Sluagh near the city of rain.
The man's eyes widened and his bladder loosed as his surroundings changed, a slow keening cry pushed against the gag in his mouth as fear seized his chest tight. Cullodena's breath caught as she relished in his terror, even as the offensive scent of his urine curled her nose.
She left him to writhe on the ground and sat at the desk set against the wall of the room with no windows or doors. Her long fingers caressed the small stack of hardbound books there and she cooed, "Hello dear Broehain, I miss yo-"
"Get on with it Cullie, you sick sadistic bitch, I'm bored!" his whispy voice growled into her ear, pulled from the netherworld through his fetter. She ignored his taunt and slid open the leatherbound journal set next to his books. The moldy moth bitten pages felt soft and luxurious beneath her hands as she turned to a clean page. The beautiful cracked ceramic fountain pen fit perfectly in her fingers as she began to scratch out:
Scientific Journal, 23rd of December
Intravenous Expirey Experiment, Subject 23
Devlon Mathers, Convicted Rapist, Served 4 years
Known Relapse last week
Exemplar tests to include bursting vessel from within, no anesthesia, no use of th
Her pen scratched across the page as she was shoved forward onto the desk, the journal and pen sent flying from her grasp. The man had managed to free himself from his bonds while she was writing, and had struck her with something from the room. Her head swam as he reached out and tried to throw her to the ground, but she was no longer there.
He screamed, a high feminine noise filled with both horror and anger as his prize slipped from his hands. She had teleported to the other side of the room, and now using the speed gifted to her by the magic coursing through her form she drew the small dagger from her boot and slid it through the leather sachet tacked to her wrist. The blade glistened with the venom that now coated it's edge, and the manic smile returned to her lips.
"I was getting bored anyways - shall we play another game?" she rushed forward, too fast for his eyes to track and sliced his arm with the blade. The venom began to immediately work into his bloodstream, this new concoction meant to solely cause pain. His nerves erupted as they told his brain that his blood was on fire. The scream he loosed echoed through the small chamber, and while it brought pain to Cullodena it also brought a fierce sense of satisfaction.
She moved again and drew the blade in a long slash down his chest. He crumpled to the ground in pure effusive agony, his body convulsing as his system tried to make sense of what was happening to him. Cullodena set the blade on the desk and crouched next to him.
"Subject reacts to the venom as expected, the spirit too weak to fight the pain," she caressed his cheek as he writhed for her. "Tell me Devlon, what does it feel like? Do you think you are dying?"
He screamed wordlessly and tried to move away from her, but she lashed out and wrapped those long fingers round his neck. "Now now dear boy, there is nowhere for you to run. Stay, and play with me. "
She once again let her magic rise and teleported the man to the steel chair bolted to the ground. She fastened the straps about him quickly, and pressed another kiss to his forehead as he screamed. "I think I should like some tea, do you mind waiting dearie?"