RE: Love Me Cancerously~ [ Rape, Torture, Abuse, G.o.W, AC and pregancy craves~]
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What was this awful, dreadful feeling that kept bursting up? That horrid churning of her insides that threatened to consume even her ability to breath. She felt suddenly afraid, but why? There was clearly nothing in the woods but her. No other sounds cut the air but the assortment of twigs, rocks and earth shifting under the movement of her feet. Maybe it was that which frightened her the most… How was it everything had still managed to remain so god damned silent? It was simply inhuman. Something…something had to be out there besides herself. A bird, a squirrel..fucking flies, something!
”It…It’s nothing. I mean there were birds a minute ago… They just got scared away,,”she whimpered in an airy whisper. But that was one of the problems; if there was nothing else, and then what had scared off that many birds in one go? In the end, her attempted words of encouragement only progressed the terror she felt. Her hammering heart climbed into her throat and threatened to choke off every stifled breath uttered.
Monica closed her eyes and attempted to take a deep breath. The voice inside her head had long been screaming to turn upon her heel and simply run until her legs gave out. Something was wrong with this place, and the panicked tone seemed to know more than her brain was willing to believe. That there had been some sort of truth to the widely spread stories that were conjured about these woods. But if it was all so bad, then why did her legs continue to move on forward? It was something not even Monica could understand. It was as if something seemed to pull her forward even if the girl wanted nothing more than to go back.
She almost wished something would show up and break the steady pace of her feet. Be it a carcass or even just a large rock that would trip her up. Maybe a bump to her head would break the odd trance she found herself lapsing into. Every step further filled the teen to the brink with dread and at one point Monica was absolutely sure she had heard a muffled scream bouncing off from somewhere ahead. Yet, her feet kept mindlessly shuffling forward.
That was until the sound of several twigs snapping ahead brought her body into a stand still. Pale-gold eyes grew wide with terror, an ashen flush quick to befall across her pale cheeks. ”W-w-w-who’s there?”, her weak voice stammered out, choking back the urge to simply shriek in terror. Although, truthfully she wasn’t even sure whatever had made the noise was even capable of talking back to her. For all she knew it was simply a passing dog. If only it were simply that…
What came out to meet her instead was something that made her blood run cold. While to have a man step out in front of her wasn’t so much odd… he was creepily thin and also sharply dressed for simply running about in the woods. Slowly Monica’s gaze began to drift upwards, trailing from his endlessly legs, past his torso and….. Before she could even register it a scream exploded from the girl’s lips, terrified and shrill. He had no face! The poor girl didn’t even seem to want to notice the red which caked and dribbled from the lower half of his featureless visage. And in truth? She didn’t need it to be scared out of her wits.
Filled to the brink with fear and horror, she twisted hard upon her toes, desperately scrambling against the earth to get herself to start running. After a bit of slipping and sliding on the assortment of forest litter, Monica bolted off like a frightened rabbit. For the longest time she took a straight path back, only occasionally glancing around to make sure that horrible thing hadn’t managed to close the gap between them. That…. thing… only seemed to grow taller and taller every time her eyes caught another look at her. It was like a bad nightmare that she couldn’t manage to stir herself from. ”Oh god! Oh God!” Hot tears gushed down, dribbling to pelt along the tops of her breast as teeth snapped firm onto her bottom lip. Even as the footsteps behind her faded into nothing more than eerie silence, Monica kept her panicked sprint. Or rather until a tree root decided to call the chase to an end.
As the toe to her converse caught the lifted root, her body immediately went airborne. Spindly limbs failed desperately through the air as the ground tore past, or rather it launched up towards her with a near bone shattering impact.
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Nested comfortably in her bed, Layla hadn’t expected a thing. Or rather she hadn’t until a thunderous crash in the front of the room nearly had her airborne. Like a bolt from a bolt from a quiver, the young mother shot from the tangle of sheets and comforters, her eyes wide with concern. ”What in the hell…?” At first Layla tried to shake it off as if nothing had happened, like the noise had simply been the tail end of a nightmare. However, little did she know that the nightmare was ultimately just beginning for her.
Not until her ears caught the dull thunder of numerous hurried footsteps did panic begin to set. Someone, no…there was definitely more than one person, broke into the room! Numb with shock and panic, Layla attempted to hurry onto her feet. Alas, with the added bump of the baby, although it truthfully wasn’t awfully large, her pace had been slowed down considerably. But even out from the warmth of her bed, feet on the floor, there wasn’t any way to escape except for the one door that lead straight into the living area. She was trapped like an animal, left with nothing to do but slink back to the wall and brace herself. Seconds later the door burst in with enough force to make her teeth rattle. Fearfully Sparrow gaped; her full mouth left open in a thick circle while grey-silver eyes pulled wide with the glint of terror. Even if she desperately tried to hide it and instead forced a growl to bubble forward. ”Don’t you fucking lay a finger on me Templar Dogs!” Alas the fierce hiss feebly quivered with her delicate and strained tone.
Not that the men paid it much mind anyway. They briskly went about their way; man handling their way through the room and around all the items Layla desperately kicked or threw at them. One candle managed to thump across one man’s head, slowing him down, but the others were relatively unfazed by the articles soaring through the air. Feeling the fear burning through her belly, Sparrow launched across the bed and attempted to shimmy across in order to gain some distance. However, Frey’s men were rather wise to the desperate assassin’s attempts and caught her within the middle. She cried a loud as they took her small wrist, wrenching hard enough to make stars splash before her watery eyes. Tender skin flushed red as tears spilled down soft cheeks, staining the bedding beneath as her frame twisted and writhed in protest. But try as the young assassin might, nothing kept her body from rolling from the rumpled bedding before thumping against the floor. How fortunately she landed on her bottom rather than the bump at her navel. Didn’t mean that it hurt any less… Pain ravished through Layla’s hips, burning up her core before a scream finally burst from shaking pink petals. How had this happened?! Where was Alistair? Or rather… why was her body not able to do anything in defense?
Sparrow tried to remain as defiant as she could beneath the approaching shadow of the armored clad form. But something about him struck fear immediately in the pit of her heart. Swallowing harshly, a feeble growl shook its way out, only to be broken by a shocked squeal. Her clothes! Suddenly she felt even more vulnerable than before, nearly helpless. Flooding eyes could only watch as the once artful robes were shredded accordingly before being painted in blood. Blood that was thankfully not her own. The act confused her panicked mind—only later would the thought actually make sense—and left numb to the hand striking out to her chest. Layla thrashed away, attempting to pull the top out of his grip only to have her thick flesh quickly bounce free, naturally large orbs now near painfully heavy with fresh milk for the incoming child. ”S-stay away from me!”, the youth shrieked hysterically. It did little use. His mouth closed upon her swollen bud anyhow, even as her form began to thrash and buck like an angry bronco. Disgust and shame flooded through her veins, bringing the bitterness of bile in the back of her throat. As he pulled away from the mocking smooch, the assassin made sure to spit the contents of her mouth at his face. ”Keep your fucking hands off of me pig!”
While there was little chance of escaping the hold of several men, even if she hadn’t been so full with pregnancy, Layla intended to make every step of the way sheer hell. The little Sparrow kicked, fought, thrashed and even snapped every step of the way. Often she found herself slumped against the ground, forcing the men to either pick up her petite frame or drag her dead weight across the floor. Other times she slammed into one of the men, smashing him against a nearby wall or fixture. That would typically gain a moment of freedom for a wrist, which by now were red if not thoroughly bruised. But another hand was always quick to latch back on if not to somewhere else before she could manage to palm a weapon. More or less the inn was left a total wreck by the time they had dragged the screaming female down into the city streets. Walls had small holes, everything was knocked over or broken, and there were smears of red upon the stairs from the cut she had gained upon one hip while being dragged along. Pulled unwillingly onto her feet by a thick thatch of hair on the back of her skull, Sparrow hissed in agony, baring her teeth like a wild animal. She indeed did bite as Frey pulled in for a kiss, clamping hard upon the man’s flesh until she felt the copper gush pop into her mouth. Unfortunately she was rewarded for her efforts with a smack so hard that the next red she tasted was that of her own. Stars twinkled before the youth’s gaze as her head spun with agony, tear stained cheek swollen and red from the brutal impact.
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It took a moment to realize Iksander had long left the realm of conversation. Svetlana had barely managed out her hateful sneer when the young soldier’s face had lapsed into a void mask. His ever-changing blue eyes had developed a distant glaze, lost with some other thought. But still, it did little to vanquish the hellish fire that had been falling from her mouth. It continued to gush for it burned too much to keep down a second longer. So what if they fell upon deaf ears? In the end she felt just a little better once they were out. She did wonder momentarily what it was that went through his skull—what could have been so important to make his leave him no more than a husk. Again she could easily tell it wasn’t even a fleeting thought of lust for his posture and face was entirely too somber.
And almost for a moment, Svetlana had lost her guard against the man, confused by his odd manner.
But it had been short lived, the finalization of her voice had barked out and the veil had lifted from Iksander’s face. Still the tears burned on the rim of her eyes, lower lip jutted out while teeth grinded upon the down turned corner. Slender fingers, long painted with grime, tensed into the metal wall behind her. She sucked in a breath and held it, fighting over the trembling hiccup of impending sobbing. All the while her mind screamed and scowled, belittling the wetness in her eyes. One sign of weakness and surely she would be damned to be walked all over for the rest of her stay here. However long that may have been. Hell, it could have been until the last breath drew from her lips. Svet flinched with dread, shaking some at the thought. Dead would have been a better option than that…maybe. He seemed so desperate to get her from the truck… why was that? Was he just eager to fulfill orders? To watch her wilt? Or did he really not know the reason why all these hopeless women had been shipped to them in the midst of a battle? Most weren’t even dressed as nurses anymore. Svet was an example of such; she wasn’t even well-dressed for the bitterly cold weather at all.
Watering eyes tore towards the hand falling from his rifle, extending in a gentle invitation. She didn’t much see it as such though… Instead it only seemed to be the final nail in her waiting coffin. Svetlana shrank back the wall a bit more, her head rocking lightly back to stare towards the shadowed roof. There she tried to hold back the tears and gain her nerve, feeling the twist of doom gnawing away at her entrails. As she tried to shift, Svet found her legs had grown numb with the cold and refused to work properly. Instead they wobbled beneath her weight and threatened to give way.
Shit. Too much longer and the cold would have her dead long before a possible enemy would wander upon the two.
Tears dribbled down the soft curves of her cheeks as she blinked a few times. Was he even being serious right now? Svet wanted to laugh with irony but she couldn’t manage to pick the sound out. Her lungs were too cold to even make it had her brain the comprehension over jumbling emotions. White wisp bellowed from trembling lips as a flat tone scoffed out. ”Keep me safe…? You can’t protect me….”, another soft sod as her shoulders gave a slump, ”Oh sure you may be able to keep me safe for the walk out of this thing. But can you protect me after? Can you keep me safe from them…? Her brows lowered, arms lifting to wrap hug the dingy and large sweater to her thin form for added warmth. Shaking her head she continued, ”No? I didn’t think so. Don’t pretend like you give a fuck.”
Still, Svet didn’t exactly want to freeze to death and her body was only growing colder sitting there in terror. A defeated sigh sounded as she inched closer. As much as it absolutely killed the young woman to go through with his demands, she couldn’t just allow herself to die there like an animal. She had to fight. She had to survive. Uneasy steps upon long, bare legs carried Svetlana first in front of Iksander, then off to his side, seeming intent on walking the path to the warehouse on her own accord. Upon nearing the back of the truck, she froze with a gasp as the wind stole away her breath with one good lick.
Oh God.
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Little did the Pyramid know what agony poor Valtiel was currently being put through. For surely if he had, there would have been some chance for the Valet’s salvation. Or at least there would have been someone to ease him through the pain which was to stain his essence for a lifetime… But instead this creature of Sin was stuck in his own world of frustration and constant agony, driving his own selfish need for release. For his own, if not only momentary, salvation if it could be put as so. In the darkness of the decaying halls, all he had was himself and the pawn beneath his fingers. She would, for now, have to bear the crushing weight until all that seething rage melted away.
If it would ever dissipate.
“You’re not the object of my hate, but you’ll have to do.” Festering bass rumbled thickly from an unseen snarl. The twisting stature between his hips and the wall gave way to a fierce thrash in response. Surely the creature was not the brightest, but even she rather not be on the receiving end of Pyramid Thing’s wrath. Poor bobblehead hissed in reply, thinned shoulders twisting in an attempt to gain her lusted freedom before her end was released. Alas, her efforts were rather futile, welcomed only wither skull being smacked into the crumbling drywall. Webbed digits clenched tight to her wrapped features, twisting into the off colored tissue and such until she screamed in reply. But such noise wasn’t quite what he was looking for, he needed it to be…more intense. The nurse’s head was pulled back once more to meet into the wall with a loud smack followed by a brilliant smear of darkened ruby.
“Scream bitch.”, he snarled. Bobblehead groaned in reply as her shoulders gave way to a noticeable slump, becoming dazed with all the trauma to her head. It wasn’t good enough to satisfy the dark appetite which had been allowed to flourish. Pinned hips pulled away from their warm confines, rigid length pulling out with a wet pop before falling against his thigh. Hastily the Pyramid spun his prey around, propping her back into the dented wall while exposing her blood marked and dotted breast. The scent of half rotted copper brought a tingle his loins and roused a mild sense of glee within the pit of his gut. Not much, but it was a start. Mitten clad digits strolled along the quaking curves of her exposed breast, smearing along with the fallen droplets of blood which had taken perch there. After a half smeared picture was painted, he drew his hand upwards to grasp onto her jawline.
She nervously fidgeted in reply, a static mannered shriek emitting from her unseen mouth. A clear noise of protest…yet he had no intent on freeing her. His release would not come without her sacrifice. His grasp was a first gentle, tilting the other’s head this way and that as if inspecting her features. Then suddenly his grip grew painfully tight, knuckles outlining within the grungy fabric of his glove. The nurse attempted to twist away, releasing a sharp shriek as pain exploded up the side of her head and the mild sense of tearing erupted throughout her strained jaw. Her eye trained upon him in terror, wide and round. However, the slaughtered lamb look did nothing to save her… Pyramid’s grip placed itself tighter until the flesh bubbled over his prying fingers before his shoulder shifted to begin pulling downwards. As her jaw began to stretch under his tremendous force, his prey began to thrash and hiss. Her sleek body bucked beneath his, shoulder twisting while her lengthy stems kicked and twitched between his spread legs.
Not as if she was about to get loose anytime soon. Haha.
Sinewy muscle stretched beneath his graying skin as his arm steadily pulled downwards. However, his prey’s fidgeting and thrashing had become to be a bit of a problem… The Red Pyramid frowned a bit, free hand rising to slam into her writhing shoulder. Webbed digits pressed firm into her chilled flesh in order to smother those attempts to wretch herself free. Meanwhile he continued to yank downwards, soon to be welcomed with the sudden noise of tearing flesh as her lower jaw began to disconnect from her head. More welcoming red bloomed into few, painting a fat ribbon across her face before falling down in thick rivers. Poor girl attempted once more to twist herself free but found as her head turned to avoid the strain, which tore the flesh all the more. Soon, with a final bunch of sleek muscle, her lower jaw popped off in a chorus of horror. First came the wet tearing, next a sodden drumming as the free blood dressed a mixture of her trembling breast and their feet and finally there came a gurgling hiss as her tongue dangled loosely in the free space. Lengthen appendage twitched in shock while her head seized in agony.
Oh how wonderful.
Poor nurse began to scream the best she could. A rather drowning pitch which was rather queer given the occasional flap of her tongue. Blood spewed free from the ragged flesh, adorning his grimy mitt with lustful dark red. Pyramid shivered in carnal delight before uttering a low groan. How delightful! Lean hips were twisted upwards, lining himself to push that raging rack of flesh back inside her spasming body. But he was nowhere near done… Hungry hands adjusted themselves, one falling upon her throat while another traced itself over her clad navel. Blood laced digits danced along the grimy fabric a moment while he thrust into his shivering treasure, seemingly amused with what lay beneath the clingy layer of fabric. Finally, he twisted his digits into the dress before tearing it away with a minor snatch. Exposed was the dirt laden belly of his agonized skank, her faint pulse was felt racing beneath her thin hide. If only for a few moments longer. His hand pressed once more into her shuddering belly, fingers pressing hard into the flesh under it dented under the sheer force he was exerting. His hips began to pick up the pace, thrusting something fierce as her skin gave way under his intruding hand. His grasp was welcomed to a torrent of blood and a wonderland of fleshy innards which he began to eagerly tear out.
His efforts were met with a hellish scream form his victim, dazed eyes rolling down to find a greedy hand stuck into her torso, left to watch as her bowels rolled out. Her hips began to twist and jerk as the shock of impending death began to arise. From beneath the shadows of her attacker’s helmet rolled out a ropey length of black-purple flesh, fleshy appendage rose with a eagerness to swipe across the ragged remains of her flesh. The pointed tip seemed to take the utmost joy in rugging along the torn flesh before painting across her paling face.
Meanwhile his loins were now dressed with myriad of red smears and splashes; his feet adorned with a wet pile of this and that… Mostly intestines and a few other things. He did so enjoy the slippery feeling as her organs dangled from their taut connections. Suddenly there rose that intense tingle of pleasure and crippling heat, leading his body to give harsh yet rather slow humps into her slumping corpse. How unfortunate… It seemed just as he was nearing his brink, as was she. It was clear to watch the life leave her body as a final breath was taken, leaving her form to slump against the wall and slide under his own.
“Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking die yet!”
Sinner growled, feeling that rage once more form in his blackened heart. Alas, there was nothing which could be done… She was gone from this world, leaving the Pyramid to pull out with a fierce hiss of disgust. Yet as soon as his juice laced cock popped out, thick strings burst out from the swollen tip, lacing her strewn corpse with hot white ribbons. The monster sneered, rough palm shaking off the excess before twisting upon his heels to take leave. Besides, he needed new attire and there were other things to take care of.
His whore was left there to rot…
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Ellie followed upon Joel’s heel, never much farther than arm’s length. While she was more than assured she could take care of herself, it simply was a bit more intelligent to travel in a tight pair rather than disjointed. As their path began before the sun had even peaked over the horizon, her thoughts picked up their restless pace. The first to arise would of course be about Joel, or more importantly his brother. How had they become so distant from one another? A better question may have been whether Tommy would be glad to see either of them or would they be sent out despite their troubles in trekking all the way there? Cluttered thoughts, dashing and colliding like a meteor shower, were broken Joel’s all too familiar rough drawl. Caught by surprise, silence fell for a time as green eyes snapped under flickering lashes, her cranium quick to snap into the direction that had been gestured. ”If you say so....” , she mumbled in noted uncertainty, features left to crease in doubt. But never would Ellie deny his commands or ever give more than an idle question. Keeping to his heel always proved the safest route and it was not anything the girl planned on breaking soon. With a sigh, sneakers slipped across scoured pavement, feeling tension prickle along in icy points along both nape and spine. As if to just prove a point, which Ellie secured by passing her companion a particularly pointed look, eerie sonar-like clicks filled stale air in ominous rhythm. In sheer instinct, teeth clamped upon pink, chapped flesh, quick to hold even the smallest breath. Clickers were the easiest to bypass, if one was careful, but honestly they had always creeped her out the most. When Joel doubled about to find a less crowded path, the girl near burst in a sprint to reach it, proceeding fast enough to reach it quickly but not enough to draw attention to their movement.
Despite a pressing urge to squeeze by, logic demanded Joel be let in first, incase any infected lay just beyond the door. Upon entering, grim surroundings surveyed the same as many had; decrepit furnishing surrounded by walls swallowed in flourishing foliage and yawning cracks. What little had not been filled by green growth had smatterings of rot and dirt. It would have been beautiful if not for that damned fungi. A frown formed across pink lips as her brow furrowed. Rather than argue, as she wanted, no more sounded than a tense exhale through lightly clenched teeth. Wouldn’t it have been smarter to both search rather than be there like a sitting duck? Nothing more could be done than stand about and keep an eye out. She clenched her knife tight, knuckles flushed a ghoulish white under built grime, twisted tight as a spring. A lump formed as time slipped by, worked slowly into a harder to swallow mass. Ellie counted the seconds, then the minutes, trying all the will that remained not to give in an give chase. How she hated being left alone.... capable or not, it was highly unnerving. Through the old walls and darkened halls, a keen enough ear could hear infected move about. Clickers sounded their creepy siren while groans of the runners sang melancholy melodies through dust-addled breeze and stalking shadow. Keeping a brave front readily became a difficult task. Inside, there was nothing but raw nervous and hectically racing thoughts. By the time he came back, there was temptation to spring out and bleat in joy. But how childish would that be. It wasn’t that bad....not too long a wait. She sank back into place, not less terse than before, kept bristled by various grunts and growls echoing in constant. Outside, obviously, was much worse. A simple glance out one dirt laced window left a shiver to expose itself.
”Oh my god, they are everywhere.”, she gasped aloud, trying to sound more surprised than terrified.
Far too many to walk around. Joel’s voice gained a furrowed brow as her jaws clenched in noted tension. ’So many at once? So no one escaped this place... “ How horrifying. A sigh answered, thin shoulders left to slump in muted concerns; regardless, Ellie nodded. She caught the phrase but decided against making a comment, the pain was still too fresh... She shrank back initially to allow Joel to open the door, feet inched apart while shoulders rolled to square away in preparation. All the while, a nervous mantra recited itself, trying to incite comfort where bubbling anxiety reigned supreme. Clattering glass brought curled muscle to spring into life. Before Joel could even speak, she was off like a bolt from a quiver, set relatively low to the ground as not to become too much a noticeable target. The putrid waft of fungus and decaying flesh became more and more intense the closer they approached, near suffocating as both Joel and Ellie slipped past the small squad. It took everything she had not to gag or even hurl in response. Instead, nimble feet increased their hasty shuffle until audible chirps and clicks were diluted by distance.
Slowing down to an agitated trot, anxious pants were held behind her teeth, green eyes rolling under fluttering lashes. But to hear the roll of baritone demanding she stay put snapped away any lingering disorientation. ”C’mon ! You can’t expect me to just stay out here. Did you see all those clickers? They aren’t that far away!”, she protested, not that the words even caught his ear. She might as well have been a mosquito buzzing against his ear. Stress and annoyance expressed in a downward curl in puffy lips, brown brows drawn into a tight knit. No point in trying to push, that decision would change none. While Joel slipped through the front door, Ellie stayed behind, curled defensively against a nearby wall. Her eyes may have been swept out towards the road, but her ears were kept trained to even the slightest noise coming from inside. Every groan of wood and slamming door set a deeper sense of worry, leaving insides to twist in painful knots. How long had it been? Was Joel alright? The anxiety was too much to bear, setting feet to shuffle in a rapid pace across the porch. Troubled thoughts bubbled and toiled until their weight became too much to bear. Somewhere there nagged a voice in panicked shrieks that Joel was in trouble.
Once again, Ellie would not be listening to his commands to stay put.
She pushed off with a quickness, sneakers squeaking against wooden floors as the front door slammed opened. Already, the sounds of a shuffle could be hear. A runner’s horrific screech in tandem with Joel’s straining cries. ”Joel!” The cry pierced dusty darkness long before her presence could be scene peaking around the bend. Just when things had seemed to reach their darkness point. The runner smothering and crushing Joel as stained teeth gnashed in inhuman fury, out sprung a thin form clad in a diluted red hoodie and dirtied blue jeans. With no gun to make an easy killl, there was little other choice than to throw herself at the monstrosity with knife in hand. Trembling in both fear and surging adrenaline, steel plunged in rapid succession into any vital area that could be managed. Head, neck, chest. All in such fierce motions that excess gore was left to smatter freckle adorned features, splashed onto the soft curve of her breast and stained light brown locks in sickening crimson smears. Through all violent thrashes Ellie stayed locked, ignoring what pain spurned from being bucked and shaken as if on a bronco’s back. Even when ceased, stabbings continued through panicked pants.
Just a few of my better ones. I can do small post too though.
