Becoming Sleeers (3/14)
Title: Twenty-two (Skin) (3/14)
Series Title: Becoming Sleepers
Rating: R
Title: Twenty-two (Skin) (3/14)
Series Title: Becoming Sleepers
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done.
Rating: R for graphic (Reaver) violence and language
Notes: This is based on stormwolf-dawn7’s Sleepers (alt.version). Even if you decide to skip my story I highly encourage you to read (or re-read) hers. It’s amazing. Really.
The Reaver had stopped attacking the cage half an hour ago. Now, it paced back and forth in its enclosure, still snarling every once in a while, but mostly silent. It stopped to look at the box where the locking mechanism was housed but quickly lost interest when it could not see a way to get to it. It turned and walked the few steps to the opposite side of the cage, turned again and went to the bars closest to River. It pressed its face to the space between the bars and inhaled deeply. Its body shuddered slightly as it savored the scent of her fear.
River turned her head away from it, though the motion did little to free her from its thoughts. It returned to pondering the cage. Most people wouldn’t believe that Reavers were anything but unthinking animals driven only by rage. River, herself, was surprised by the coherency of its thoughts as they pounded through her mind. While it was obsessed with the violent and bloody acts it had been thinking about earlier, when the violent aggression died down it had the same reasoning skills as any man. River wasn’t sure if that made it more or less frightening.
With a grunt of defiance she tugged hard on straps holding her legs down. She could feel the one around her left ankle loosening slightly. If only she could get one limb free, at least she’d have something to work with.
The noise and movement drew the Reavers attention away from the locking panel once more. It watched her writhe on the bed, pulling on her restraints and gave a grumble of appreciation at the signs of life she was showing. It liked it when they struggled. It was no fun eating quiet little lambs, the hissing and spitting of hellcats like River where much more amusing.
The thought of being on the bed with the twisting girl made its body harden with lust. It wanted to rip her open and see what her insides looked like. A million uses for her creamy white skin sprang to mind as it planned out every inch. The soft skins of women’s stomachs were always its favorite and it would do something special with that scrap of flesh, it thought.
Tears leaked out the corners of Rivers eyes and mixed with the sweat from her exertions as she saw her body dissected and desecrated in the Reaver’s mind. She focused on the gray ceiling panels above her bed and willed her body to relax, she knew it would lose interest if she stayed very still and quiet. She was starting to understand the Reaver’s nightmarish disease more and more as the hours ticked by. She understood the chemical reactions occurring in its body, the reactions to increased testosterone levels, the hunger and the rage.
River couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through her body. The trembling was partly due to the cold air of the room settling on her sweat coated body, but part of it was disgust at the understanding that she and the Reaver were very much the same. The Alliance had created them both as killing machines, both ripped unwillingly from their lives to be pawns for the Alliance to play with. Where she was meant to destroy with as little emotional attachment to her targets as possible, Reavers were fueled by their passionate need to slaughter. Two sides of the same coin. The idea revolted her and made her hope that when the locks sprang open and the Reaver came at her, it would choke on splinters of her frail bones as it ate her. Maybe the Alliance would learn to take better care of their toys.
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Series Title: Becoming Sleepers
Rating: R
Title: Twenty-two (Skin) (3/14)
Series Title: Becoming Sleepers
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done.
Rating: R for graphic (Reaver) violence and language
Notes: This is based on stormwolf-dawn7’s Sleepers (alt.version). Even if you decide to skip my story I highly encourage you to read (or re-read) hers. It’s amazing. Really.
The Reaver had stopped attacking the cage half an hour ago. Now, it paced back and forth in its enclosure, still snarling every once in a while, but mostly silent. It stopped to look at the box where the locking mechanism was housed but quickly lost interest when it could not see a way to get to it. It turned and walked the few steps to the opposite side of the cage, turned again and went to the bars closest to River. It pressed its face to the space between the bars and inhaled deeply. Its body shuddered slightly as it savored the scent of her fear.
River turned her head away from it, though the motion did little to free her from its thoughts. It returned to pondering the cage. Most people wouldn’t believe that Reavers were anything but unthinking animals driven only by rage. River, herself, was surprised by the coherency of its thoughts as they pounded through her mind. While it was obsessed with the violent and bloody acts it had been thinking about earlier, when the violent aggression died down it had the same reasoning skills as any man. River wasn’t sure if that made it more or less frightening.
With a grunt of defiance she tugged hard on straps holding her legs down. She could feel the one around her left ankle loosening slightly. If only she could get one limb free, at least she’d have something to work with.
The noise and movement drew the Reavers attention away from the locking panel once more. It watched her writhe on the bed, pulling on her restraints and gave a grumble of appreciation at the signs of life she was showing. It liked it when they struggled. It was no fun eating quiet little lambs, the hissing and spitting of hellcats like River where much more amusing.
The thought of being on the bed with the twisting girl made its body harden with lust. It wanted to rip her open and see what her insides looked like. A million uses for her creamy white skin sprang to mind as it planned out every inch. The soft skins of women’s stomachs were always its favorite and it would do something special with that scrap of flesh, it thought.
Tears leaked out the corners of Rivers eyes and mixed with the sweat from her exertions as she saw her body dissected and desecrated in the Reaver’s mind. She focused on the gray ceiling panels above her bed and willed her body to relax, she knew it would lose interest if she stayed very still and quiet. She was starting to understand the Reaver’s nightmarish disease more and more as the hours ticked by. She understood the chemical reactions occurring in its body, the reactions to increased testosterone levels, the hunger and the rage.
River couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through her body. The trembling was partly due to the cold air of the room settling on her sweat coated body, but part of it was disgust at the understanding that she and the Reaver were very much the same. The Alliance had created them both as killing machines, both ripped unwillingly from their lives to be pawns for the Alliance to play with. Where she was meant to destroy with as little emotional attachment to her targets as possible, Reavers were fueled by their passionate need to slaughter. Two sides of the same coin. The idea revolted her and made her hope that when the locks sprang open and the Reaver came at her, it would choke on splinters of her frail bones as it ate her. Maybe the Alliance would learn to take better care of their toys.
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