Brian closes his eyes, closing the book he was pretending to read. No one's come down the stairs. He's been sitting here for hours, and it's very late. He knows he should go sleep. But he can't
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Aramat has been disappointed as well. Almost three months and no suitable specimens. She's been spending her days in, a daze. At times she becomes so bored, she starts to wonder if there is any other worlds beyond this and plans fruitless attempts of escaping this one. Pills, the noose, a bathtub filled with her limp body and blood from slit wrists... and her personal favorite, drowning. But alas, she has no desire for something that isn't guaranteed.
She needs something as bad as Brian does, a challenge . Something that would truly wake her up from her daze. Something to feed her blood-lust.
Aramat thinks of this while wandering the mansion hallway, as she often does. You can give a ghost a body, but it doesn't stop it from wondering.
He starts up the stairs and down the hallway to his room, and then stops. Someone alone. Walking. The woman he met the first day, with the oleanders and her...curious bearing. He seems thoughtful for a moment.
And then starts after her, the tread of his feet quiet, barely the stalk of a hunter but the tint of it there nonetheless, his eyes fixed on his potential prey. He doesn't have anything with him, but then, when has he ever needed tools to subdue a victim before...and besides, he thinks with some amusement, there might be an easier way with this one.
He wouldn't mind some extra entertainment, if he can talk her into it.
He pauses as her steps quicken. Is it possible that she heard him? He doesn't like the thought of that. He's always been able to tread quietly. It's a necessity for a predator.
He falls back a little and continues to follow her, though more slowly, his walk more casual if she looks back. He might be learning where her room is.
Bloody Belligerent Sexual Tension FTW?scalpedsocietyJuly 29 2010, 09:28:44 UTC
As soon as the knife enters her, she gives a cry, not one of actual pain, far from it actually.
Afterwords, she curses at him under her breath. Her head bends back a bit and she tries to close her legs. There is a rather noticeable wet spot under her skirt and she will be damned if he gets any more ideas in making her moan.
Brian ought to know to not strap a crazy murderous woman who does not fear death to a chair and actually expect her to follow any rules. She giggles, despite the pain and humiliation, she's actually having fun... not as much as she wants though. With the typists permission, she actually spits at him this time. "I like you Rudy, you're fun."
The scalpel covertly comes out again from behind her... she still doesn't move, at all.
BBUST? (Unresolved, that is)sayitwith_iceAugust 1 2010, 02:48:48 UTC
He just smiles, smiles and watches her curse and squirm with nothing but faint amusement. And oh, he doesn't expect her to follow his rules. But that doesn't mean he won't make them. Along with consequences for breaking them.
His tongue slips out and slides along his lower lip, clearly in her view, nearly reptilian eyes never blinking. Observe Brian in his natural habitat. He hardly even reacts to her spitting.
He stretches his hand out gently and touches her face, just with his fingertips, the other still running the knife along her thigh-
Until it turns just enough to cut deep into muscle, still avoiding the major arteries for now.
Very, Very, Unresolved....scalpedsocietyAugust 1 2010, 10:35:51 UTC
Aramat wants to slow clap at this mans focus, Brian is little better at that, she'll admit it. He can have her abortion, if he wasn't such a insufferable prick. That tongue... if I cut your penis off, it wouldn't matter now would it? Yes, she's clearly lusting over him. And it shows a little.
Still, she feels a desire to bite his fingers when they touch her, simply for being a smug asshole and a strange desire to hear his pain.
When the knife turns and goes deep, deep into her thigh, Aramat screams out his name in strange mixture of both agonizing pain and carnal pleasure. Her eyes close tightly, and she shivers. She has to end the scream quickly before it turns into a plea, pleading to Brian means that she's given up.
And thats the last thing she wants to do in front in of this Bastard...
Aramat has a canon post over at the main comm, Brian can swing over there if he wants. (She DOES NOT have a Brian Fetish, WHAT.) No abducting for though. Canon Aramat and her partner are gangsta.
Brian is very good at focus. Very good at a lot of things, namely things that involve ignoring outside stimulus or emotions, because he only wears them like a skin, mostly.
He can see her lust, and it amuses him, even more than her pain. Which is largely why he's not being more precise, at the moment. When she screams his name, though - he throws his head back and just breathes, smiling, feeling his own kind of ecstasy.
Arousal, he muses briefly, is an interesting thing. So closely tied to pain...
He eases the knife almost tenderly out of her flesh. "You could tell me to stop, you know," he says, playfully, almost. "I might, even, for you. You're such an interesting creature." He looks down. "Although you have ruined my shirt."
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She needs something as bad as Brian does, a challenge . Something that would truly wake her up from her daze. Something to feed her blood-lust.
Aramat thinks of this while wandering the mansion hallway, as she often does. You can give a ghost a body, but it doesn't stop it from wondering.
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And then starts after her, the tread of his feet quiet, barely the stalk of a hunter but the tint of it there nonetheless, his eyes fixed on his potential prey. He doesn't have anything with him, but then, when has he ever needed tools to subdue a victim before...and besides, he thinks with some amusement, there might be an easier way with this one.
He wouldn't mind some extra entertainment, if he can talk her into it.
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He falls back a little and continues to follow her, though more slowly, his walk more casual if she looks back. He might be learning where her room is.
Something it'd be good to know.
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Afterwords, she curses at him under her breath. Her head bends back a bit and she tries to close her legs. There is a rather noticeable wet spot under her skirt and she will be damned if he gets any more ideas in making her moan.
Brian ought to know to not strap a crazy murderous woman who does not fear death to a chair and actually expect her to follow any rules. She giggles, despite the pain and humiliation, she's actually having fun... not as much as she wants though. With the typists permission, she actually spits at him this time. "I like you Rudy, you're fun."
The scalpel covertly comes out again from behind her... she still doesn't move, at all.
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His tongue slips out and slides along his lower lip, clearly in her view, nearly reptilian eyes never blinking. Observe Brian in his natural habitat. He hardly even reacts to her spitting.
He stretches his hand out gently and touches her face, just with his fingertips, the other still running the knife along her thigh-
Until it turns just enough to cut deep into muscle, still avoiding the major arteries for now.
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Still, she feels a desire to bite his fingers when they touch her, simply for being a smug asshole and a strange desire to hear his pain.
When the knife turns and goes deep, deep into her thigh, Aramat screams out his name in strange mixture of both agonizing pain and carnal pleasure.
Her eyes close tightly, and she shivers. She has to end the scream quickly before it turns into a plea, pleading to Brian means that she's given up.
And thats the last thing she wants to do in front in of this Bastard...
Aramat has a canon post over at the main comm, Brian can swing over there if he wants. (She DOES NOT have a Brian Fetish, WHAT.) No abducting for though. Canon Aramat and her partner are gangsta.
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He can see her lust, and it amuses him, even more than her pain. Which is largely why he's not being more precise, at the moment. When she screams his name, though - he throws his head back and just breathes, smiling, feeling his own kind of ecstasy.
Arousal, he muses briefly, is an interesting thing. So closely tied to pain...
He eases the knife almost tenderly out of her flesh. "You could tell me to stop, you know," he says, playfully, almost. "I might, even, for you. You're such an interesting creature." He looks down. "Although you have ruined my shirt."
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