Pure Atrocity [KissesxMethos]

[CannibalisticKisses]

EVA was attempting to drown herself in cup after cup of Vodka. Crystal liquor did not much for her anymore unless consumed in the masses. Even then the results were hazy. The woman hadn't the spare cash to be doing as she was. Burying herself in a mass of fellow Comrades. The Grud, or the Breast in other words was a local bar in the depths of a tarnished city, well known for having a massive selection of liquors at quite the generous price. The place was also well known for harvesting some of the worth filth the city had to offer. It was however, a rare spot to find women. Even the most brutish of woman typically found themselves turning away from the hell hole. It was all in good reason.. From wall to wall there sat somewhere near a hundred or so men. Some hunched in groups, some slouched over a grungy bar top while others sat in squads at tables barking in laughter while piling down their drinks. Many had some form of smoke dangling from their lips be it cigarette, cigar, or weed. The overall effect was heavy haze which dimmed even further the limited light which kept the place from being pitch black. And oh boy was it loud. Sounds of men talking, yelling, burping, snorting, and god only knows what else crammed full in everyone's ear. No one could think clear without screaming in their own heads.

EVA was one out of only two or three women who had the gull to call this place a watering hole. Her frame was half slouched against the tattered bar top, half exposed breast resting upon dull wood. Her palms were acting in serperates with one laid upon her scarred cheek while the other rested around the girth of a sweating glass half empty with Vodka. Despite this being her fourth glass... the woman was far from drunk. Drinking had become her pastime from a young age. Gustav had been sure to get the young girl hooked upon liquor and cocaine when he found her at the age of seven. She never let go of the stuff since then. She drank be it to numb, to celebrate or even a few glasses before a hit or a romp in the sack. Such a tempting demon, wrapped in a form tight olive green dress. A soviet uniform really, marked by an armband around her bicep with a yellow hammer and sickle and blood stars upon either shoulder. Upon lengthy legs of milky shade clung blood red wide-netted thigh high fishnets with a high lace mouth to latch onto her legs, supported by a peeking garter belt strap. The final touches were a Soviet general's cap, not to be confused with the hated Nazi ones, olive green to match her attire with a firm black polished brim with the pin for her Soviet love upon it's face. Next were a pair of red stiletto's, hooker heels really. The only problem being they boosted the female around the six foot four marker. Though beauty was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Beneath that seductive outfit lay many piercings, scars, and tattoos. It was the mafia live in which she had indulged so much of her life into. Even if a good portion had been spent in training within the most northern regions of Siberia in a harsh military camp of sorts.

Many years had been spent in that hellhole, doing all she could to survive another day.. Just when she had been considering taking down the whole camp, she had been finally summoned for. Her creator had whisked the tall female away from her naive lands to come to the hasty America. She learned English but not very well, tone forever marred by a heavy accent and her sentences broken to the point where many were unknown unless a knowledge in Russian was known. Under her Master and first lay's eyes, she had become his perfect tool. The perfect assassin while always heeding his desires be it for violence or desire. Too often it was mixed, female receiving quite the brutal beating while Gustav got his rocks off with her. After several encounters of all the same.. The Siberian had developed a taste for sex and violence. She adored the brutality and overall humility..Yet things had gone wrong one way or another and Gustav gave her the beating she'd never forget. When she finally had awoke in the bright lights of a hospital, she found a note stuffed into her cleavage. Scrawled in her own blood was a note telling her to leave. So she had.

But it was hard to survive in a place with no money, no place to stay, and no job to mend either. She had resorted to preying on others for her fixes. EVA was skilled enough to overtake anything the streets had to offer. Cash came from pedestrians at times but for the most part she tracked down drug dealers. They gave her both cash and a bit of blow to ship her off to lala land. But drug dealers had been harder ad harder to track down when the news went around that all the locals were falling. Even the Cops were a bit intimidated. Soon enough the dealers didn't wonder anymore... So.. She had decided to take was she had and move back to Russia... She continued her assaults until the same happened thus leading her here. With the remaining cash from her last jumping crammed against her breast, she had wondered into the Grud looking for a few drinks along with a job.

 

[Methos]

EVA certainly was not an incognito figure. Thus as Viktor looked up from his table and across the room at the woman in the tight fitting uniform, fishnet stockings and high heels, Viktor had little difficulty identifying her as the woman the local street dealers had been fearfully labeling “The Crazy Commie Death Hooker”. The name certainly didn’t lack for description, after all if he’d tried to put an image to it in his mind it was reasonably close to the woman slouching against the bar in what looked to be a stage of substantial intoxication. A slight smirk graced his lips as it became apparent that the woman had been mugging drug dealers mostly to deal with her own addiction as she appeared to be well into a heavy bought of drinking.

Viktor rose up from his table and began to walk across the bar towards her. He’d been seated with a half a dozen cronies. They all bore a rather similar look to them slightly swarthy skin, most of them had dark hair and eyes and there was a rather hard look about them. Viktor would likely be picked out as the leader of that particular group, if for no other reason than he happened to be the best dressed of the lot. A black suit with pinstripes was matched with a crimson shirt and a black tie along with a dark overcoat. His age would likely be placed at about thirty. He stood around six feet in height, his hair was dark and slick with gel. Dark eyes now appraised EVA as she lingered at the bar. His features would be warranted handsome although there seemed to be a rather cruel quality to them. His build seemed fit from what could be made out beneath both coat and suit.

Viktor walked over to the bar and slid up against it to lean against the counter right beside EVA. He stated rather simply “You are the one who has been mugging the drug dealers eh?” It was a statement not a question. He could conceive of no one else that would meet that particular description. “I don’t really care as they were working for the Serbs as opposed to me. Now I can replace them with my own people. But I know it was you.” He paused as he noted “But if you keep interfering with business people are going to become rather upset with you. If the Serbs weren’t convinced that their dealers were crazy for imagining some sort of crazy soviet clad woman attacking them, they’d have sent someone out to kill you by now.”

He raised his hand and gestured to the bartender. “Two vodkas.” As the glasses were set down in front of him he pushed one over towards her. “If you are going to cause trouble, you will cause trouble when I tell you to.” He smirked as he noted “People will assume a crazy Russian bitch works for me anyhow, might as well actually be the case. I’ll have to shoot less people over a misunderstanding this way.” He reached into his breast pocket and leaved off five hundred dollar bills and tossed them down in front of her. “Now decide whether you wish to work for me or get out of town where you’ll be someone else’s problem. If you work for me..you will do whatever I tell you – understand?”

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

EVA didn't take the name in pride. While the first three words in the title suited the female well, Hooker was the only thing which seemed an insult in her emotionless eyes. The woman had the looks but her mind lacked the overall personality to make hooknig work in her direction. Last time someone had tried to cop a feel without her concent ended up with a pen embedded into his eye. It was however hard to resist the urge of touching Tatyana. Not only did she have beauty but the woman held that hard to get vibe. It was all in good reason though none considered why it was so. A glance would never push back her lips or breast.

The woman turned her head, catching the sound of approaching footsteps from across the bar. So far no one had the gull to wonder over to her.. be it for the fact she was the only lone woman in such a crime infested hellhole. Clouded eyes narrowed bitterly as they scanned across the numerous cronies circled around her newcomer. Pierced tongue washed across thick frost colored petals, eyeing Viktor as he drew away from his small squad. He was well dressed at least. It only proved the fact that the Mafia found the Grud as a nice place to make their business or such. Judging by his attire along with the grinning looks upon his group's faces.. Whoever this was held some pretty high ranking. That in itself was amusing for the Siberian born killer. Seemed as if mister big shot was going to make a scene of sorts.

She smecked under her breath, moving the glass in a leather gloved hand towards pornstar lips. She took a heavy sip as Viktor took the counter at her side. " Sooh'? Yooh' hahvin'k pooh'blem veef zat?" Heavily accented English growled towards the somewhat larger male with his confident tone. She knew he was heading somewhere... EVA only wanted him to say it aloud before she'd hand over her attention. " Leeh't zem tree tooh' keel." She spoke once more in mangled English before giving a little chuckle of sorts, taking the final drink out of the glass she had been paired with for quite the while now. Icecubes ate away the silence as they bumped into one another. Emptied cup placed upon the bartop.

"Is that so? I'm going to listen to you?" She teased, native Russian pouring from her teasingly puffed lips. EVA tossed him a glance under the polished brim of her head as her frame shifted, fingers pulling the dipping olive fabric back over her full breast. "Welll of course.. Can't get blood on that fucking suit of yours eh?"" Female sneered though her head cocked towards the wadded bills being tossed at her as if she were a stripper or an expensive whore. EVA frowned a moment only to take the money and tuck it inside her Soviet cap. "Da sir. Whatever you say...."

 

[Methos]

Viktor gazed at the woman as he informed her that as she was causing problem she was either going to become his problem or make herself scarce. The gangster not surprisingly let his eyes run over the woman, after all her body was clad in a manner that drew his eyes. That the dealers who were running around telling tales had mistaken her from some strange crazed communist hooker wasn’t surprising given her high heels, fishnet stockings and tight fitting..uniform. He could certainly envision tasks that he could put her to.

He smirked as he noted “Yea, I have a problem with people with people disrupting business in this part of the city without my say so. This worked out for me for the moment. But it could easily have been more trouble than it was worth.” He leaned in towards her as he remarked “I plan what happens here. None of this American cowboy do whatever you fucking want bullshit. I decide what happens like its fucking chess understand?”

Viktor idly noted “Let them try eh? Perhaps you can mug a few drug dealers, maybe even take out one or more of them that come to kill you hmm? But there would never be only one. There would be a good half dozen of them and they don’t need to be a good shot then. They just need enough bullets in your direction to leave you with enough lead in you to be a fucking pencil.”

Viktor heard her in Russian stating skeptically that she was going to listen to him. While the woman seemed to scowl at the money tossed at her, he rather coldly stated “Yes you will – you are mugging the drug dealers for money meaning you have none. The drug dealers are hiding from you now and you’re drinking away whatever money you have left. You’ll do what I tell you because I’m the only one around here likely to have any work for a drunk Russian who looks like a stripper.” He smirked as he looked at her “Yea whatever I say, that’s exactly what you’ll say when I tell you to slide down to your knees in front of me.”

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

Curled frost colored petals, flashing her teeth with a lowered growl in her throat. It was clear the woman didn't enjoy those eyes wondering across her body. Pencil thin brows lowered in her enraged disgust. However... she was able to restrain her tongue before anything too hasty poured from her mouth. Had she not been offered a job, he would have received a few hits in that face of his. Maybe one before the belt. Pierced tongue clicked along the inside of her mouth while body twisted in the slightest to look back towards him. EVA wondered faintly what was running in that head. Nothing good in her own thoughts no doubt.

She scoffed with a baring of the teeth made to look like a smile. " Ohr eeht cooh'ld nuht." Head pulled back as Viktor leaned into the small space bubble which kept her comfortable. Lady Death licked at her lips before leaving the metal ball to stick between her lips a moment longer. Brows furrowed before she broke into a light chuckle. Somewhat yet amused but moreso making the noise to hide her irritation. "Da...Da." Eyes rolled a bit in annoyance.

EVA listened to his speech at first. Solemn face had soon began to crack with a look of amusement. After awhile she could not help but release a rather loud smeck [Snickering laugh.] "Yooh' hahve noo'h eeda." Shoulders moved in a slight shrug after the comment. Most did seem to think as if she were unable to hold herself let alone accomplish the feats she was well known for. Or had been know for. EVA was unsure of how stories went on about here now. It had been quite the while since she had been back into the bitter embrace of Mother Russia.

Muscles tensed and face curled into quite the pissed snarl. "I am not a fucking hooker. I am not a fucking stripper. And while I may be a fucking drunk. I can easily outdo what most of your men can!" Her seductive voice boomed, littered with rage. Clouded eyes narrowed as the tall woman rose to her feet, heels making her lumber over Viktor. A rather frightening sight to see in any story. Thick lips puffed into an almost pout. Tongue toyed with the piercing below her lower lip before speaking once more. Tone lowered with still seething temper. "Slide onto my knees?"

 

[Methos]

If the woman didn’t enjoy Viktor running his eyes over her body in a rather familiar manner she was going to absolutely despise working for him. A roving eye was something the man definitely seemed to possess. As for what thoughts had occupied his mind, some rather lewd thoughts had crossed his mind which she was probably happy not to be entirely privy to.

As the woman stormed after him as he turned away to yell that she was not a hooker or stripper and that she could outdo most of his men. He turned slightly with a pistol in hand pointed directly at her forehead and his posse had all similarly drawn weapons and aimed them at her. Viktor’s eyes lingered on the woman “You think so? Not at man here wasn’t Spetnaz in the old country. Now we’re very successful..capitalists.” A grin graced his lips as he looked down the barrel of his gun at her.

“Now you have already proved yourself troublesome girl no? So you shall have to prove yourself to be obedient or I might as well just have you shot now.” Whatever training EVA might have, a half a dozen gun barrels pointed at her was a rather difficult scenario to suggest that she would do well with, especially given that those holding them apparently boasted of rather elite training of their own.

Viktor sat back down in the booth with his gun still pointed at her. He leaned in towards her slightly as he remarked “Now get on your knees and prove you’re obedient hmm?” He smirked “I don’t care that you are a crazy bitch.” The eastern European accent slurred the final word distinctively “But if you work for me, you are my crazy bitch. But I have no use for you if you don’t do as you are told. And if I have no use for you, you are just trouble and I should shoot you now.” His legs slid apart as he indicated “Now best you decide what you wish, a bullet in the brain or my seed in your belly.”

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

Viktor was going to hear tons of protest from the Siberian if he was going to keep his eyes on her. Nothing the woman hated more than to be glanced upon as if she were a piece of meat waiting to be served towards a waiting man. Without speech from either party, Viktor's mind could be easily be read. He didn't care for another body on his gunning squad. Oh on. He was making the mistake to think with his dick instead of that block head of his. It brought a bitter burn into the depths of her stomach. Lips curled with teeth bared. Throat left in a constant rumble.

EVA didn't seem frightened nor amused when all the weapons had been turned towards her. Instead brows had furrowed as her lips peeled further back against rows of perfect ivory. " Fooh'kurs. " Heavily accented voice spat towards the leader and his group. She didn't fear them in the least. At least half or more could be taken out before bullets tore her down. But a bar such as the Grud was not the beast place to cause too big of a commotion. Too many thick bodies with too much alcohol in their systems. " Fucking Capitalist. Fucking scum dogs! Greedy glutton beast!"Female didn't seem to take to the idea of Spetnaz turning their heads towards the long written past.

Throat vibrated with a deepening and deepening snarl. Yet she managed ti bite her tongue before any venom laced words were spat out. At most five minutes and she was already more than willing to blow any head away in this place. As long as it gave her the freedom of tearing into this man. Frame shifted as if uneasy though in reality it was a strain in restraint. Jaw twitched with shoulders pulled back, fingers clenched at olive fabric draped hip.

Thin brows furrowed under the shadow casted by her cap's polished brim. " On my knees eh? Her face held quite the sadistic snarl. It was easy to tell she had more in mind than wrapping those thick lips of hers around his cock. She scoffed at him, stepping forward before she dropped to her knees. With a grin the bitch leaned forward, pierced tongue slithered out to lick towards the pointed barrel of the gun. She pulled back, chuckling with tongue tip against a pointed canine. "You want me to suck your cock? Probably going to need tweezers to get it out." She growled into his face before reaching down to free the knife clipped to her thigh, with one swipe she cut into the crotch of his pants. With fabric opened the weapon was slammed into the floor beside her. Head dipped forward to run her tongue along the torn material.

 

[Methos]

Viktor’s rather arrogant statement expecting the woman to do whatever he desired evidently hadn’t been particularly appreciated. He smirked as he heard her cursing at him and his companions for having gone into private enterprise as it were. He idly noted “Greedy..yes, and why the hell not?” He remarked casually enough. As he added “Why the hell should I be starving in some hovel of an apartment in St. Petersburg while some Italian thugs make all the money?” He seemed to dismiss the matter out of hand as he remarked “Communism failed, we were all fucking poor.”

Viktor watched the woman slide down to her knees and then slip her tongue over the barrel of his gun. He heard her sarcastically suggest she probably needed tweezers to pull it out, which earned her no more than a derisive snort from him. Although as she pulled the knife out at cut the material of his pants she’d feel the cool press of the barrel of his gun pressing against her temple. As the knife pressed into the floor beside her he leaned in to her as he stated rather laconically “Bang you’re dead”.

He seemed rather unfazed by the incident. The gun was idly stroked across her cheek and then patted against her jaw as the woman leaned in to slide her tongue along the opening she’d cut in his pants. Viktor let the barrel of his gun slide along her cheek straying back up towards her forehead. The dark haired man murmured “Now do as you’re told.” His lips formed a rather dark smile as he noted “You may think nothing can harm you girl. But trust me, I will find ways that you’ve never even imagined. You might think you like the pain crazy bitch that you are.. but I will create your own personal little hell.” He tapped the gun against her forehead as he murmured “And this is why you will obey me.”

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

EVA only snorted as the gun pressed to her temple. It didn't faze the woman any...This was not the first time the cold of a gun barrel was placed to her head and everyone knew it wasn't even close to being the last. His movements and words only stirred the faintest advert if slender eyes. Pupil lacking depths offered the most void of stares as he leaned into state a rather...childish statement. Lips felt themselves curl downwards, a frown etched against the beauty of her face. The Siberian wanted to comment back but felt herself purposely bit her tongue in order to restrain. Canine pressed itself hard against her lower lip, drawing a light ping of blood.

The gun's stroking movements were more so enjoyed than hated. The gunpowder scent was wonderful if not a bit arousing. A thing such as a weapon held more good memories than bad for a bitch who could assemble and destroy a weapon in a minute or less. What irritated her the most however, was a mixture of thinking the gun barrel may leave an imprint against her head and also that confidence he had. He thought he knew a way to harm her but.. it had been years since pain was actually taken as such. In silence the woman only smirked. Head lowering a bit as her pale lips curled themselves upwards a bit further. EVA was trying her hardest not to reveal the look slathered. Instead she offered a mild nod.

Siberian pushed her head further down, biting back that sneer of hers while a palm raised. Leather bound rose to adjust the layers of cloth blocking the way. Though the woman's body and nerves burned something fierce, it seemed much as she was going through with the lewd command. Once cock flesh was wormed free, out poked the bitch's pierced tongue. With what seemed to be a lack of hesitation, pierced slick flesh lapped across his exposed nether regions. One palm kept wrapped around the base while another rest in a tensed manner upon his thigh. Soviet cap cocked as to keep the brim lowered against hollowed eyes.

 

[Methos]

The woman might not have been fazed by the gun being pressed up against her face. However, it certainly made Viktor seem rather sure of himself, after all while guns might hold fond memories they also possessed a certain lethal force to them. The mobster slouched back where he sat. His tall form slouched now as she knelt in front of him. His hand held the gun to her head as his dark eyes watched her. His cock had grown aroused from seeing her knelt in front of him as she was now.

Viktor observed her head nodding and he evidently took that at face value given that what followed was obedient enough. He’d feel her fingers pulling his swelling prick from his pants and then her pierced tongue pressing to it. He felt the soft fingers of her hands sliding about his prick and the touch of her soft flesh stroking along him. His lips formed a rather smug grin as he looked at her. Evidently quite happy to be getting exactly what he wanted.

His lips parted as he remarked “That’s right girl, put it in your mouth and suck on it.” A smirk crossed his lips as he added “You’re mine now.” And the way that he said that seemed to suggest he didn’t intend for this to be any sort of unusual practice, rather it was but the tip of the iceberg of what he intended to do with her. He’d put the girl to good use along with his other thugs in perpetuating his organization of the criminal underworld..but he rather liked the look of her on her knees. It was always good to have multi-talented people come into his possession.