Oh god, Sadism-fluff. Beware me DX
UM... Let's see.
If you get squeamish for blood, gore, sadism, predatory torture, or anything, you know, evil, try and skip this chapter. If you wanna skip it, go below, and I'll give you a short form of what happened. This isn't a mandatory chapter, now that I think about it... Blah, it is, but if you get really squeamish, you better skip it. You can survive the fic without it 3~
"You," he choked, gasping for breath. The Igua's blunt tail was between its body and his, holding him six feet in the air against the cold cement behind him so he was almost face-to-face with this predator. It grinned, it's fangs glinting and letting him see the venom glands thicken with poison. He shuddered at the thought of those huge fangs inside of him and pressed himself back against the wall, his hands grasping at it and looking for a hold before pressing themselves palm-up against the cement.
Somewhere in there the shackles had released; probably when the door closed, seeing as blackness had once again surrounded them besides the glowing yellow eyes inches in front of him. His stomach fell and he felt sick, his heart beating hard.
"Yess," the Igua hissed quietly and shut its eyes, scenting the air slowly and lifting its head as it did so, a look of pure joy coming over it. "Delicious fear and blood," it said quietly, grinning when Dororo's look of fear deepened. "You'll taste great," he whispered and Dororo whimpered quietly, cringing away when the Igua leaned in. This was how it would end for him? At the hands of an Igua, he'd have never guessed. He'd never given much thought to the agony these monsters put their prey through before devouring them. Now he'd pay for it, getting to experience it first hand.
And what of his Platoon? Being sent on a useless mission that turned out to be worse than useless. It was terrible...
The Igua licked its fangs with its blue tongue and Dororo cringed away helplessly, his arms pinned against the wall now by the Igua's hands. "Be afraid," the Igua said huskily and snickered evilly before leaning in towards Dororo's neck. It traced its fangs along his collar bone, making him moan quietly, his stomach wrenching. He felt his sickness deepen as well as his fear as he felt the tongue touch the neck wound that the Kimelio had given him. It licked the wound and sent a wave of fear and pain through Dororo's body, making him shut his eyes tightly. The fangs rubbed gently against his neck and he stiffened, waiting, nearing panic.
The fangs finally broke his skin, sliding in slowly. He moaned loudly, trembling as he felt the wash of poison fill his body. The Igua watched the terrified face of his prey out of the corner of his eye, smirking as he injected the Keronian with its venom. He shut his eyes and let his venom flow naturally before sliding his fangs free. Dororo tensed when the fangs slid free and whimpered before gasping, his entire body shaking slightly as he panted. He could almost feel the poison making its way around his veins, waiting to render him helpless. Not that he already wasn't.
"Are you scared?" the Igua whispered in Dororo's ear and he turned his head away, eyes shut tightly as he didn't respond. After a pause the Igua bit the mask gently, letting his fangs break through the material and slide the attire down. Dororo jerked uselessly, unable to stop himself from being unmasked in his final moments. The Igua smirked, licking its blue tongue over his cheek and making him shudder violently. This was terrible... "Are you... scared?" it hissed again quietly and Dororo nodded slowly, his breath hitching. He felt exhaustion overtaking his limbs and knew the poison was taking effect. Weakness filled him and the Igua laughed quietly before sliding its tail back from his prey. Dororo fell limply onto the ground, landing on his stomach with his hands in fists over his head, shutting his eyes tightly. He curled into a weak ball before being pushed onto his back, a heavy tail resting on his body. He opened his eyes, finding his vision unfocused. The Igua still stood over him, he could see, and it deepened the burden on his chest and stomach, making him exhale hoarsely. "Scream," the Igua said, its fangs glinting in the dim light. Dororo let his eyes close, trembling slightly. He felt claws on his throat and opened his eyes again weakly, finding the Igua kneeling next to him with its claws around his throat. "Scream," it whispered and Dororo's breath hitched again. He felt something sharp on his stomach and dragged in a painful gasp before the claw slid into his lower stomach, dragging a hoarse cry from his throat. The Igua closed its eyes, looking like it was in ecstacy. It opened its eyes and they slit again as it pulled its claw slowly up through his stomach. Dororo wailed painfully, writhing in a desperate attempt to free himself. The claw stopped, rigid, before jerking up into his chest, stopping just before his ribs. He screamed, arching his back and shutting his eyes tightly. The Igua shivered and slid the claw slowly from his chest, making him gasp and twitch to the side, tears brimming his eyes. It licked the dark blood off its claw, whispering quietly. "Delicious," it whispered huskily while Dororo gasped, his breath hitching painfully while agony seized his torso, burning through him like a wildfire. "Again," it whispered and a quick slash tore the side of his arm open, making him scream again in agony, arching his back yet again. The Igua shivered, listening to his prey's useless screams as he dug it deeply into Dororo's leg, pressing on until it made it out through the other side. Dororo screamed in pain, tears running freely down his revealed cheeks now. How could this not be considered torture!?
The Igua drank in the terror and agony scents coming off Dororo in waves, making him shiver in anticipation. The fear factor always made them taste so much better. The blood got pumping, warming the body to a point of burning until their hearts stopped from exhaustion or bloodloss. But they never let a single drop of the red delicacy escape...
Dororo's entire body was made of pain, his helpless cries burning in his raw throat. Blood covered his torn body, deep gouges, wounds and slashes covering every inch of his tainted blue skin. He wanted to beg, plead this monster to leave him go, or kill him, just make the pain... the agony... go away. Anything to be free of this...
His back arched and he screamed again as the Igua dug a claw into his side, breaking into the skin just below his right ribs. The hunter watsed no time, feeling himself being pushed to the brink of pure ecstacy and ready to devour his prey, alive. The unfortunate ones, those who didn't die of exhaustion or bloodloss, were eaten alive...
He pulled his claw up slowly, making Dororo scream again as his skin tore slowly, breaking apart and letting blood wash over the Igua's hand, turning the already red hand darker. Dororo's mind tilted violently and he felt the brink of death as well as insanity beckoning him, his eyes shutting tightly as he arched his back, screaming almost non-stop. The pain. Why.... why so much pain? The part of his mind that wasn't occupied with the burning, the searing sting of his wounds or the lightheadedness of bloodloss and hysteria thought wildly as he heard the Igua gasp himself, jerking the claw free before sliding an arm behind Dororo's back, lifting him into a sitting-up position. Is it over? he thought desperately, his tears and blood mingling on his ripped body.
No, it was about to begin. The Igua plunged its fangs into his shoulder, dragging another hoarse scream of agony from his throat.
Suffer, the Igua thought ecstatically, clenching his fangs around the muscle in his grasp and forcing his prey to scream again. Cry, scream, suffer.... He dug his claws into Dororo's shoulder and waist, where his other hand held the victim, tearing his shoulder with his fangs. Dororo's entire body screamed with him as death lept at him, making a frantic but failed grab. Dororo's shoulder seemed to vanish, the skin and muscle underneath tearing away in the Igua's fanged mouth. It gave a snarling sound as it released Dororo's waist, devouring the meat quickly while his dying prey lay limply in his arms, shock finally setting in, making his body numb. He felt his tears but couldn't feel anything else, his vision starting to fade into white...
Oh god, there is so much M in this chapter it isn't even funny.
Behold, my sadistic side.
And remember kids; if you're going to write gore, don't hesitate to jump into the HORROR. :D AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gag* Oh god, I knew that cookie didn't go all the way down.
Moving along...
...Actually, no.
XD
Note from above: Pretty much, all that happened was that the Igua tortured Dororo, cut him up a bit [a lot], and then the Igua got hungry and such off his pain and started to eat him (bit his shoulder) and then Dororo fainted.
:X
I suck at summing up.
Hope you enjoyed~