Now that isn’t very friendly, giving your host the silent treatment after they went to a lot of trouble for you. *he pins her wrists to the wall, just above her head, slowly shoving stakes through them* Did you know Jesus was nailed through the wrists? The human body can’t be held up my nails through the hands; it would tear straight them.
Just *he slides the razor along the skin of her collarbone, just barely breaking the skin* getting acquainted, love.
Oh, you are so pretty like that *he drags his fingers around the wounds* And I love how you sound when you beg. *takes a razor and starts shredding her clothes, careful not to nick the skin. yet*
*leans against wall* Hey there, Bossman.
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*looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow* Hello yourself. How’re tricks?
Alastair… *scowls* why are you here?
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Well, sweet cheeks, things were getting so dull downstairs. I came looking for some entertainment. I love….meeting new people.
-screams and stops fighting, not wanting to yank on her wings.- -trembles- Please…please let me go.
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Oh, you are so pretty like that *he drags his fingers around the wounds* And I love how you sound when you beg. *takes a razor and starts shredding her clothes, careful not to nick the skin. yet*
kaz-2y5-67 replied to your post: *leans against the door frame, twirling the demon killing knife in her fingers.* So, we meet again, Alastair.
*picks herself up slowly, reaching for the knife on the floor with a glare, and adjusts her shirt* So where’ve you been hiding all this time? I’ve been waiting.*watches her, a cheshire cat smile on his face* Oh, here and there. So many things to do, people to play with. You know me, work, work, work.
*she circles him, a tight grip on the knife, trying hard to cover a slight limp from where her left leg smashed through the table* Maybe it’s time you take a little R&R time back home, then. I bet the pit just isn’t the same without you. They’re probably missing your stench down there.
Nah, my little pets downstairs need time to learn to fly on their own. *he catches the limp, sending a table slamming into the leg* Oh sorry. Does that hurt?
Don’t think so, little butterfly. *he coos in her ear, using stakes to pin her wings to the wall*
*laughs* Already been killed a couple of times. Never stuck. You know the feeling don’t you. *drags his nails sharply down her face, drawing blood* Let’s have some fun, shall we?
Can’t do that, sweetheart. *purrs, pinning her wrists to the wall in an iron grip*
kaz-2y5-67 replied to your post: *leans against the door frame, twirling the demon killing knife in her fingers.* So, we meet again, Alastair.
*picks herself up slowly, reaching for the knife on the floor with a glare, and adjusts her shirt* So where’ve you been hiding all this time? I’ve been waiting.
*watches her, a cheshire cat smile on his face* Oh, here and there. So many things to do, people to play with. You know me, work, work, work.
So we do, sweetheart *snaps his fingers and she flies into a table with a sickening crunch* I forgot how feisty you were.
I’m hurt, kiddo. After all the good times we had together…*backs her slowly into a corner*
