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What was it Pyramid Head had said? I can't watch you die…I will make sure you are beautiful.
He'd made good on his threat. She had no idea how long she'd been confined in Silent Hill. She no longer knew if it was day or night. She knew only that she waged an endless, constant, sensuous battle to stay alive…and if something didn't happen soon, she would give him what he wanted. She would submit. She would beg for him. She would have been nothing but a mere shadow but Pyramid Head's slave.
Because no matter what she was doing, she would survive. The sense of wrongness in this town oppressed her. She hated everything about it as she sidled forward aching.
She was once gorgeous, nice soft skin. Yet the blood vessels of her wrist swelled to black and blue up her entire arm to her throat. It was as if it was a scar. A scar of sin. Her outfit was stained in blood and mud clayed over her bare feet. You could already tell she was brutalized.
She examined the hallway from every angle.
No sign of the monster, but although the noises of anguish was heard all around her. Screams of pain, pleasure, and torment was all that was heard. She knew it was dangerous. A necro. A predator.
As she retreated, the clear-minded planning kicked in. Return to my room. Lock the door…
She stopped backing up, and stared.
A loud scraping of metal against cement came to her ears, and she growled. She wanted to shut her eyes against the sight of repentance, to take a deep breath and give herself a stern warning about the dangers she faced.
But as she inched down, she couldn't risk shutting her eyes, and she certainly didn't dare take a deep breath.
Don't make a sound. The screeching was getting closer and closer.
With each step down the hall, her frozen disbelief became certainly…and fear. The man she adored was an executioner. A sadistic beast. Something unholy, unnatural.
All because of the one that came before her. He hath left a brigade of resentment in her memories of lifting the pistol, that she cannot erase away. Will his love not consume her lost wet soul as it evaporates into the darkness beyond this hell?
But Pyramid Head wasn't forgiving. He couldn't be. She couldn't stand that.
Yet….yet here she was. She'd finally worked up the nerve to chase her dreams only to find he had become her worst nightmare, and there was no noise now, no metal against stone, no heavy steps…but…Breathing! Thick heavy breathing!
And just like that in her nightmares, the predator in the stained bloody apron lifted his metal helmet and growled. His head turned slowly in her direction. He looked at her.
Almost human. That monster was almost human, except the large heavy helmet that he wore, including the apron and his rusty blade.
Her breath caught in her throat when she was suddenly whirled around to stare at the cautious beastly creature, warning her to choose her answer carefully because her next few words maybe her last.
"Bast…" Her words were cut off as a strong gloved hand clasped around her throat, cutting off her oxygen. She was lifted up to what could have been presumed eye level of the Pyramid Head.
"Julia." In a deep voice sounded rough, he applied monstrous force to her slender and graceful throat. He could feel her pulse race, on a steep incline. Her gazed fixed on the crimson, dark red smeared on his helmet.
Blood.
Julia wrapped her hands around his arm, blood running down between her fingers. Pyramid Head had seen enough with one final squeezing was enough to send her to lose consciousness. Her world became hazy as saliva hung thick in her throat, gasping for air amongst the new silence.
She was such a beauty. Her milky white pale body, and her dark blood. The crimson stains were dried down her hips and legs, her voice crying in pain…The sweet pain of sodomy. After all, who can resist such a temptation.
He had her at his mercy and he had no mercy. The raw power of him choking her so much that she couldn't speak. Those marks that he damaged her skin to tell her, she's was his. Always his. She was an angel sent here because she was already tainted. So it wasn't that bad if Pyramid Head used her for his dark desires.
With that moment, he grabbed her hair and dragged her along the cement, her breathing was quiet. The monster stalked away with his prey…Julia.