razerwing
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2011
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow.
The Neko strained against his bindings, snapping his teeth at the whip-wielding Breakers. The vampires only grinned, drawing back their arms, cutting him with bladed tips. No sound escaped his lips as the breaking session went on, and when it stopped, blood dripping from his back, he smiled, his eyes hinting at insanity. "Ah, tsk tsk. And to think so many of my kind has fallen beneath such weak arms!" He laughed, but was cut off by the snapping of a whip. A stinging pain seared across his left eye, and for a minute, he thought they had cut his eye. Still, they couldn't get him to scream. The group of four looked worried now, even more so when he lifted his head up, a wicked grin cracking his visage. "Oh.... you're so fucked......"
His calico ears flicked as he leaned back against the cage, leaving the young neko's groaning and wanting more. "Aw, c'mon Dev! Tell us what happened next!" Another one piped up, and another one.
"Not tonight little ones. Tomorrow is a big day, you need your sleep." The smaller neko's groaned again, grudgingly climbing back into their beds. Devlin rose slowly, stretching his arms and back. "Ah, the joys of being twenty," he mumbled sarcastically to one of the neko-hybrids. With that, a leash was hooked to his collar, his hands secured tightly behind his back, and he was lead back to his cage. He enjoyed story time with the young ones, sharing with them shreds of hope so that they might make it through the breaking process. It was as cruel as ever, and sometimes they would put him through it again to see if they'd have any luck. It didn't help that they had learned that re-opening scars and targetting olds wounds would get more of a reaction. Ugh, he needed to get out of here. When he got to his cage, the handcuffs were removed, as well as the leash, allowing him to take off his shirt. His back was crisscrossed with scars, but it was obvious were they had come from. But the one's on his front were long, jagged. Interesting.
His calico ears flicked as he leaned back against the cage, leaving the young neko's groaning and wanting more. "Aw, c'mon Dev! Tell us what happened next!" Another one piped up, and another one.
"Not tonight little ones. Tomorrow is a big day, you need your sleep." The smaller neko's groaned again, grudgingly climbing back into their beds. Devlin rose slowly, stretching his arms and back. "Ah, the joys of being twenty," he mumbled sarcastically to one of the neko-hybrids. With that, a leash was hooked to his collar, his hands secured tightly behind his back, and he was lead back to his cage. He enjoyed story time with the young ones, sharing with them shreds of hope so that they might make it through the breaking process. It was as cruel as ever, and sometimes they would put him through it again to see if they'd have any luck. It didn't help that they had learned that re-opening scars and targetting olds wounds would get more of a reaction. Ugh, he needed to get out of here. When he got to his cage, the handcuffs were removed, as well as the leash, allowing him to take off his shirt. His back was crisscrossed with scars, but it was obvious were they had come from. But the one's on his front were long, jagged. Interesting.