Rated: PG-13-ish
“Iscath…Is your father?” Max nodded shamefully.
“I’m sorry. I should have told wewe earlier.” Rene stayed silent, contemplating her thoughts. Max looked at her, waiting for her answer; but she never spoke.
“Well well well,” a voice from behind said. Max turned his head and gasped a little.
“D-Dad.. Uh, Hi…”
“Oh don’t try that with me,” Iscath said. “You better leave my pet alone.”
“Pet?”
“Yes. My pet.” He started to walk up to her; but stopped to grab the remote out of his sons’ hand. “Go. Leave me be.”
“A-As wewe wish, father,” and he stood up and left the room. Iscath pushed a button on Rene’s remote and turned her back on. She loosened, her breath fast and heavy. Her eyes looked up at Iscath, expressionless.
“Ah, she’s awake.”
“By force,” she mumbled under her breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, straining her neck.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she coughed. He dropped her head.
“I thought so.” Iscath tightened the chains, pulling her body up a little zaidi so she didn’t droop so much. He moved his hand against her bare skin until he slowly reached the kisu lodged between her breasts. Quickly, he ripped it out of her body, causing a wave of blood to pour from the gash. The red head screeched, feeling weary as the warm red blood collected onto the floor underneath her. Iscath smiled like a kid in a Candy shop, a wide grin spreading along his face.
“You, bastard…” Rene pushed out. While she cursed, the nano-bots began to repair her skin, not as quickly as she would’ve liked though. Pain surged in her chest as they fixed her, ripping and tearing while they worked. She muffled a scream, trying not to onyesha her pain. He slapped her across the face.
“Language sweetie,” he alisema his voice dark and angry. “I am your master now. And wewe shall not call me anything but Master from now on.”
“I’ll say whatever the hell I want to say,” she mumbled under her breath. Iscath quickly pointed the tip of the blood dripping blade to her neck. He began to slide the side of the blade along it, making the sticky red substance linger on the red head’s skin. Rene closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore it; but it was hard.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” The blade made a small incision into her neck vein.
“What did wewe say?”
“I said… No.”
“I’m sorry pet,” Iscath alisema as he gripped the blade tighter, “That’s not the right answer!” And he swung the blade, making her head cut clean off her body. Blood covered her entire body, dripping onto the floor. It made its way to Iscath, where he smiled at the stubbed neck left on her body. The head rolled to his feet, the eyes still squeezed closed. He grabbed the head and set it on her bloody neck, watching the nano-bots slowly reattach themselves to the body. Cords hung out, connecting to her neck, arms, and legs. They didn’t work fast, they took their time, torturing the girl’s body. She would return to her new hell any moment, red eyes open and wide. And she would scream, such a loud piercing scream that would be heard ever where in that base. Blood would cake on her body like a strait jacket, constricting her in her own brown red blood. Iscath didn’t feel like waiting. He went to her body, holding the drenched knife. He stuck the dagger in between her breasts, then grabbed a few zaidi sharp objects and stuck them in various places around her body. When she awoke, she would stay in pain, even after the nano-bots fixed her. He didn’t care. He wanted his little pet to stay in pain, to remember the torture he caused her, to keep her screaming. Iscath loved the screaming even zaidi than the blood and tears. Still facing her nearly reattached head, he fiercely kissed her blood dripping lips; and walked away. As soon as he left, he heard Rene’s scream.
And he smiled.
Ummm... Does anyone thing I went slightly overboard with creepy/disturbing on this one?
“Iscath…Is your father?” Max nodded shamefully.
“I’m sorry. I should have told wewe earlier.” Rene stayed silent, contemplating her thoughts. Max looked at her, waiting for her answer; but she never spoke.
“Well well well,” a voice from behind said. Max turned his head and gasped a little.
“D-Dad.. Uh, Hi…”
“Oh don’t try that with me,” Iscath said. “You better leave my pet alone.”
“Pet?”
“Yes. My pet.” He started to walk up to her; but stopped to grab the remote out of his sons’ hand. “Go. Leave me be.”
“A-As wewe wish, father,” and he stood up and left the room. Iscath pushed a button on Rene’s remote and turned her back on. She loosened, her breath fast and heavy. Her eyes looked up at Iscath, expressionless.
“Ah, she’s awake.”
“By force,” she mumbled under her breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, straining her neck.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she coughed. He dropped her head.
“I thought so.” Iscath tightened the chains, pulling her body up a little zaidi so she didn’t droop so much. He moved his hand against her bare skin until he slowly reached the kisu lodged between her breasts. Quickly, he ripped it out of her body, causing a wave of blood to pour from the gash. The red head screeched, feeling weary as the warm red blood collected onto the floor underneath her. Iscath smiled like a kid in a Candy shop, a wide grin spreading along his face.
“You, bastard…” Rene pushed out. While she cursed, the nano-bots began to repair her skin, not as quickly as she would’ve liked though. Pain surged in her chest as they fixed her, ripping and tearing while they worked. She muffled a scream, trying not to onyesha her pain. He slapped her across the face.
“Language sweetie,” he alisema his voice dark and angry. “I am your master now. And wewe shall not call me anything but Master from now on.”
“I’ll say whatever the hell I want to say,” she mumbled under her breath. Iscath quickly pointed the tip of the blood dripping blade to her neck. He began to slide the side of the blade along it, making the sticky red substance linger on the red head’s skin. Rene closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore it; but it was hard.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” The blade made a small incision into her neck vein.
“What did wewe say?”
“I said… No.”
“I’m sorry pet,” Iscath alisema as he gripped the blade tighter, “That’s not the right answer!” And he swung the blade, making her head cut clean off her body. Blood covered her entire body, dripping onto the floor. It made its way to Iscath, where he smiled at the stubbed neck left on her body. The head rolled to his feet, the eyes still squeezed closed. He grabbed the head and set it on her bloody neck, watching the nano-bots slowly reattach themselves to the body. Cords hung out, connecting to her neck, arms, and legs. They didn’t work fast, they took their time, torturing the girl’s body. She would return to her new hell any moment, red eyes open and wide. And she would scream, such a loud piercing scream that would be heard ever where in that base. Blood would cake on her body like a strait jacket, constricting her in her own brown red blood. Iscath didn’t feel like waiting. He went to her body, holding the drenched knife. He stuck the dagger in between her breasts, then grabbed a few zaidi sharp objects and stuck them in various places around her body. When she awoke, she would stay in pain, even after the nano-bots fixed her. He didn’t care. He wanted his little pet to stay in pain, to remember the torture he caused her, to keep her screaming. Iscath loved the screaming even zaidi than the blood and tears. Still facing her nearly reattached head, he fiercely kissed her blood dripping lips; and walked away. As soon as he left, he heard Rene’s scream.
And he smiled.
Ummm... Does anyone thing I went slightly overboard with creepy/disturbing on this one?
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is kwa nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.
Jessie Nasrin Bennett
Octavia Rurik
Ebonique
I drew him because I felt like it
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.
I found a cute lil pic of him when he was little with his dad
Notte
