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Nov. 27th, 2006 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teetheyes.... More.
((OOC: mini-omake for npc death))
A boy of 19 was a boy all the same, doling out junk-candy for the rest of his brethren who’d lost their way all too soon. The potential customer in the white haired man had been all too irresistible. The market had taken a hit from the threat of alien invasion; Adam needed the money. He took the tall pale thing for a taste of blow, maybe a little acid. What he did not expect was the twist of the knife.
First his fingers.
Second stab to his stomach.
Third his tongue.
Fourth… well, the Corinthian didn’t want it to end so soon. He straddled the young man, the boy, at the bloodied waist, feeling the red soak into his jeans, relishing the warmth against his thighs. He removed his cracked sunglasses and leaned over to lick blood from Adam’s chin. The boy could only gurgle and groan in response. So many teeth.
“Liberating,” purred the nightmare.
Adam’s eyes were hazel, gold dulled by experience and loss of innocence. He jammed his knife just under the left eyelid, gouging deeply to dig the ocular treat out. The gesture elicited a bastard of a moan and scream. The boy struggled against his attacker with a futility he remembered from when his own brother raped him. Someone had to set an example for their boss.
“Nnthn…” Adam groaned, mangled fingers trailing red along the Corinthian’s arms. He was begging.
“Cat got your fucking tongue,” hissed the nightmare, grinding his crotch over the bloody mess of his prey’s stomach.
*Don’t worry kid, I’m almost finished.*
~Hrrrrsksh.~
He wedged the blade into the right side, already imagining the euphoria to come, and so many more after that.
((OOC: mini-omake for npc death))
A boy of 19 was a boy all the same, doling out junk-candy for the rest of his brethren who’d lost their way all too soon. The potential customer in the white haired man had been all too irresistible. The market had taken a hit from the threat of alien invasion; Adam needed the money. He took the tall pale thing for a taste of blow, maybe a little acid. What he did not expect was the twist of the knife.
First his fingers.
Second stab to his stomach.
Third his tongue.
Fourth… well, the Corinthian didn’t want it to end so soon. He straddled the young man, the boy, at the bloodied waist, feeling the red soak into his jeans, relishing the warmth against his thighs. He removed his cracked sunglasses and leaned over to lick blood from Adam’s chin. The boy could only gurgle and groan in response. So many teeth.
“Liberating,” purred the nightmare.
Adam’s eyes were hazel, gold dulled by experience and loss of innocence. He jammed his knife just under the left eyelid, gouging deeply to dig the ocular treat out. The gesture elicited a bastard of a moan and scream. The boy struggled against his attacker with a futility he remembered from when his own brother raped him. Someone had to set an example for their boss.
“Nnthn…” Adam groaned, mangled fingers trailing red along the Corinthian’s arms. He was begging.
“Cat got your fucking tongue,” hissed the nightmare, grinding his crotch over the bloody mess of his prey’s stomach.
*Don’t worry kid, I’m almost finished.*
~Hrrrrsksh.~
He wedged the blade into the right side, already imagining the euphoria to come, and so many more after that.
