So sometimes, I get annoyed and I want to tear someone apart. Because doing so in real life can have nasty consequences, I wrote a bit about someone doing something to someone I'd like to do. evil
I sent it to this guy who promised me he'd RP with me but he never really replied. stare So if you're into gory yaoi RPs, PM me. lol
Also, Marik is the guy in my signature, for those who didn't know. He's from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters.
"There, there..." Marik mumbled, as he walked around the man in chains.
He considered barbed wire but decided to go for average chains instead to prevent the man from dying too quickly.
"n-No master... Please, I promise I'll do better next time...." The man was breathing heavily, and tried to distinguish a glimpse of pity in Marik's expression with his one watery eye... But there was none.
"YOU ******** up, not me... Why should I be the one trying to settle things?" Marik looked at the guy from a low angle, and continued walking around him slowly. His voice sounded calm and controlled, though his nervous twitches proved that wasn't how he felt. With one move of his Millenium Rod he stripped the other, not caring about the cut he gave him. He stepped back, and took a good look at the other just to tease him. Then he shook his head. "Sugar... A girl... Are you sure you didn't confuze your groceries with your job and lied to me to cover it up?"
The man shook his head and threw it back, closing his eye and begged to a God he never believed in. He would have folded his hands if they weren't tied up seperated from eachother. Marik just looked at him, and started circling again. He then suddenly stopped in front of him. "I have always been very interested in the human anatomy..."
The man opened his eye and stared straight at the cold looking metal ceiling, not completely realizing there was dry blood on the hooks his chains were tied to. "h-How are you going to get the clip back? I-I c-could-" He was interrupted buy a few slaps in the face. "Someone else is after it... You had your chance."
Marik then picked up the guy's belt from the floor. "Good stuff... I'll have you wear it one last time..." The man was too scared to reply, but did make sure his eye registered everything that happened here... If he'd manage to get out alive, he could go to the police. The doomed soul denied the fact that would not happen.
"Hmn..." Marik put the belt around the other's waist, and made sure to put it there tight enough to have it cut his skin. "There."
He walked another few rounds around the tall guy, who was in fact a high school teacher. "Have you ever considered cosmetic surgery?" he asked in a truly interested way. The man's gaze inmediatly focussed on Marik's smirking face. "I should try fixing you up... Your abs are nice, but they could use an outline... Your feet are too big, your nose is far too big and your cheekbones aren't really visible. Also, your fingers are too short and your a** isn't tight enough." As Marik spoke, he softly touched the areas he was talking about. When he continued circling, the guy's gaze remained on the place Marik's face just was. He was really going to do all that? His question would be answered soon enough.
"Let's start with your feet..."
Marik dropped himself on his knees in front of the man, and moved his Millenium Rod closer to the guy's feet. They were firmly pushed over the big screw that sticked up from the floor, and a piece of wood on each screw made sure he wouldn't get away. "Let's start of with those hideous toes of yours." The guy didn't respond. He just realized he didn't get a tranquillizer.
Marik slowly cut off the man's toes one by one, making sure to take his time. The man screamed and cried, but it was no use. The only people that heard him were Marik and the men guarding the door, but nobody replied.
"There." Marik nodded with a smile as he got up. "That looks a lot better, right?" The man slowly looked down at his feet, but focussed his gaze on the wall in front of him the moment he noticed his toes were all seperated from his feet. When they were almost face to face (Marik is a head shorter) they made eye contact which caused the man to close his eye. "Hmn... " Marik mumbled, his smirk almost being audible. "Suffering from hanging eye lids, huh?" He placed his right hand on the guy's cheek in a soft and gentle way. When the man opened his eye in surprise, Marik closed it again for him with a finger. "Sssh... It's alright." While keeping the man's eye shut with his finger, he slowly moved his left hand with the Rod to his eye, and sliced the eye lid open at the top. "There..." Because the Rod was so sharp, the man didn't even realize what happened at first... Not until blood started to blur his sight and he realized he couldn't close his eye anymore. "Huh... Wha-..? I..." Marik smiled at him, and moved his hand off of the guy's face. "Watch closely. I'm going to give your abs a nice outline, so everybody can see them better." The man slowly shook his head, but did try to look at his stomach. Not watching could piss off his master. Marik sat downon his knees again, and put the cut-off eye lid in his mouth. It was like a sweet to him. Exited by the taste of blood he started using the sharp edge of his rod to carve the outline of the man's abs into his body. "Much better" he said, before licking some of the blood off of the guy's sweating and bleeding body.
The adrenaline rushed through the man's veins, preventing him from fainting. Oh, how he wished he fainted right now. If the stories were true, Marik would wait for him to regain consciousness and continue then... It would be his chance to escape.
Feeling Marik's tongue on his sweating and bleading abdomen sent cold chills of fear over the man's back. How could this boy be this disturbed? He didn't have much time to wonder, because Marik's face came very close to his which froze his thoughts for a second. "Cheekbones..." Marik mumbled in a low, cracky voice as he moved his Millenium Rod up to the man's face and swung it around in the man's face for a moment. "w-Wha...?" "I can barely see yours... I'm going to make them more visible... Stick out more..."
The man's breathing went from extremely fast to nothing when Marik placed one of the blade edges of the rod right below his left cheekbone. When the man felt the metal on his face he tried to move away, but Marik's other hand stopped him from doing so. "If you move, I may cut too deep..." The teacher inmediatly froze. He didn't want to ruin the slightest chance of surviving.
"Good." Marik said when the man stopped moving, and he started scraping the skin off of the man's face carefully. He didn't want to ruin his features, he wanted to expose them. Every single muscle.
Aroused by the man's helpless but hopefull expression and the blood dripping down off of his face, he stepped back. "Lovely..."
Yeah. This is what I do to vent. 3nodding I take a character (or make one up) and either torture and kill him or have him torture and kill someone.
Tell me what you think! Should I write novels? =p
