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The afflicted moan that came from the beast was a pathetic one. Flesh quivered in the midst of its own bile and viscera; this job was definitely not a clean one. Staccato drops of blood struck the floor in a patterned rhythm, almost matching the clipping sound of scissors and the shred of flesh which was soon followed by the heavy weight of the meaty skin hitting a metallic bowl. The table the thing remained upon was stained, too, within this dark liquid. A muffled squeal came from Mother as I must have torn out something quite useful.
Softly I tsked while skillful hands grafted the torn artery closed. My arm raised, and hand brushed across my brow, I barely noticed the thick taint of vitae that smeared against my forehead. As a taste test I lowered my hand, lapping at the crimson-stained digits as I yanked against a flaccid piece of flesh with the other. A soft gurgling whimper came from Mother and I could not help but tsk in disappointment. "Silence yourself, Mother," I cooed to her. "It does not hurt that badly."
What you don't know can't hurt you. Or can it? Obviously this is the case with our friend Lianna, the young female I met online some time ago. Soon enough the form will be left behind for others to see. For now... recycling time, but it wouldn't be her. Not yet. There was another there, the male. The crystalline beads of saline that littered his pale face glittered horrifically in the low light as his body lightly swung this way and that, an unnerving twitch of pain given every so often.
What happened?
It seemed nothing was keeping him alive yet he knew he was there. He knew it was real. Everything was so painful and nothing before had ever been such. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. He wasn't even sure he could feel, his nerves under shock from the trials he had undergone. All he could do was think, and they were thoughts I had privy to. But that same penalizing hint of his state hit him over and over: he would be dead soon, either from shock, or by however I, the monster, chose. There was no sense in hoping. He prayed it would be quick. I would not give him that easy release.
Passing through my doorway I neared the pathetic being. He heard me pause, I know he did, and he stiffened with a clench of his jaw. Just how long had this little game been going on? How much longer would he survive? My work was only halfway complete but knowing myself, I would suddenly come up with another idea for this specimen. I had him strung up on the meat hooks used for the beef, metaphorically degrading, comparing kine to that of cattle or swine while my precious female laid bound still upon the X beam. She watched on in a mix of horror, disgust, and redemption.
The taste that flooded into his mouth was like acid, its burn against his tongue. He couldn't deny it though, no matter how he tried, he couldn't spit it back out, for one easy reason: I sealed his mouth after filling it up. Each twitch of his frame raked his spine against one of the hooks. Or was it the hook that caused the twitching in the first place? He howled in muffled agony as my fingers seared through his flesh, removing what was needed, and carelessly shoving back what I didn't want. I then turned my gaze to the female, casually looking over the form before reaching over to dance my fingers against the dead flesh. The male would remain upon the hooks for a time; at least until I decided I needed something else.
After stripping the flesh from his arm, and a good hunk of muscle, I left him to enter the other room of the house, one still in dire need of a makeover. Within the other room my Mother waited. Still it was incomplete; I needed more parts. I stroked bare fingers against the skeletal jaw of the thing almost lovingly before the ghoul lifted it's . . . arm? Hard to say what that was. Nonetheless, with an intense look of concentration upon my blood tainted visage I added the new layer of muscle upon the limb. With the skill of a surgeon I manipulated the sinew and flesh within its proper place. Or what seemed proper to me.
Almost lifelessly the strange-colored bulbous eyes of the creature watched its Owner work carefully upon its form. Its downward jutting lampreyesque maw nudged my elbow, almost as if pleading for the 'kind' stroke of my hand against its hairless flesh. I grunted as that slight nudge almost caused me to make a mistake. And so with a growl I struck the bony ridge of jaw with my hand, harshly. Within obeisance the thing groaned and lay back placidly against the table. I nodded once, sharply, and went back to slicing my fingers against the twitching flesh. Sliding the stolen flesh carefully over the layered muscle, I tilted my head then shook it. It wasn't enough, not quite yet.
Exiting the room I pushed the door closed, letting it snap shut behind me. Slowly I drew my gaze over Jacob as he wept. He actually wept and this disgusted me even more. "Save your tears for someone who will show pity," I told him. "You did not care for her tears when you took her, now did you?" Lifting my hands over his eyes I sealed the lids of his eyes closed. After ensuring he couldn't see anything I nodded and slid my hands against his form. Resting a cold smirk across my lips I glanced down, below his waistline.
"Oh. My. God." I heard her state behind me.
His screams muffled against the flap of skin grafted to his face, keeping his lips sealed as I ripped off that particular section of flesh. Studying it with a critic's eye I tilted my head then with a shrug I tossed it over my shoulder, letting it flop down a few feet from the rack. I heard her vomiting. That is one part I did not need. I had no plans to make Mother into Father. Not yet at least. I then found my hands sliding along his thighs, carefully peeling back the thick skin found there. From thigh to knee the muscle below was exposed. Poor unfortunate soul must have felt he could not last much longer, but he did. I made sure of it. Vampiric blood always had a wonderful effect upon the body of a mortal. Not only that, but I ensured to seal off any gaping veins and major arteries so he would not bleed to death. Momentarily I glanced over toward the female, noting that she was coming to, slowly but surely. Perhaps this time she would not puke upon noticing the hanging form.
With the thick pieces of flesh in my hands I grazed my gaze over the exposed bone of the male's leg, stained to a scarlet hue by his life's essence. Uncaring about the rivulets of blood I left upon the floor while I walked I returned to Mother's side. Appraisingly I looked over the ghoul's body, deciding where I should place these extra portions of flesh. Then upon finding a perfect spot the side of 'her' leg was cut open and the bone below exposed just before I glided the stolen meat into the split portion. Grafting it closed I smiled to myself, then let a smirk cross over my lips noticing the puppy-dog look Mother was giving me.
"Excellent. Mother, you are turning out... wonderfully." I decided she needed just a bit of praise. 'She' took to it well and gave a guttural grunt. It was then when I realized that she needed new vocal cords. Giving a soft pat to its misshapen head I turned and moved back to the main den of the building. Glancing between the female and the male I tapped a long bloodied nail against a front tooth, attempting to make a decision. Nodding once I moved over to the piece of meat once known as Jacob.
Poor man still hung there, twitching, his shoulders shaking with muffled sobs; the pain had to be simply unbearable. Though no matter how much he tried to give up, he couldn't just simply up and die. He wanted to use his arms, to wrap his hands around my throat and choke the very breath from my body, I would wager. A shame I do not breathe. I gave a soft sound, comforting and soothing, to the mutilated form as my fingers trailed up his throat. Feeling where the cords were I sliced my fingers through the flesh to rob him of speech. Or to be more precise, of that particular 'organ', if you wish to call it that.
Unfortunately, this caused him to bleed profusely. I did not wish him to die, not without me seeing that final light, and so lifting my hand the lids were opened, allowing him to see the being that has stolen his life from him. He thrashed, trying to groan, but blood ended up pouring from the wounds as well as his nose since it couldn't escape from his mouth. He was like a frightened animal. Confused as well. A look crossed his face, one I had seen so many times before, where they believe this must all be some dream, that they would wake from this sleep. He would sleep, yes. But it would be a slumber from which he would never wake.
I returned to the room once more and stepped over to the recumbent beast. Raking my fingers gingerly against its throat, I began peeling layer by layer, as well as the muscle. Once the needed depth was gained and blood stemmed off, I formed the throat column and placed the cords within. I began to hope that the ghoul would be able to speak in more than just a series of grunts and grumbles. It would take a while for the vocal capabilities to return, but I am nothing if not patient. A grin quirked the corner of my mouth and I stepped back, motioning Mother to climb down from the table once the removed flesh was placed back. Tab A into slot B. Mother lifted, slowly but surely, and slid off of the table to land with a fleshy thump of clawed feet upon the damp floor.
What stood before me was completely hairless, with flesh that had patches ranging from a putrid green to the color of a healing bruise. The color would soon fade after the muscles settled. Her smooth skin would be the hue of tanned flesh. Bulbous eyes, settled at the sides of her head, giving her a range of vision such that she could even look behind her. The iris the hue of blood, tainted by a sickly yellow-green film that is the cornea, slit to give feline like precision when it came to seeing in the dark. Her neck is grotesquely bent, the vertebrae lined horizontally, not vertical as is supposed to be 'natural'. The neck jutted out straight from the shoulders, parallel to the ground; this bizarre design allowed it the ability to bend the neck straight down, so as to be perched from above, looking directly below at passing prey. Joints were placed so that this design wouldn't inhibit her mobility in looking up, or raising her head. With her long neck horizontal to the ground, she could easily tilt her head back to look up just in case of an air attack.
Her ears were cupped more so than an animal's, so long-distance sounds could be heard without problem. There is no apparent nose upon the oddly shaped head, though to the observant eye there are two small orifices where neck meets head, and two more orifices on the underside of her 'chin' -- which of these is may be the olfactory is something at which one can only guess. At first no mouth is seen, but once the gritty, guttural voice is heard it becomes clear there is a mouth upon this beast; but by the time a person sees the gaping hole lined with jagged teeth at the base of the neck, it's usually the end of that person's life. The skull has oddly sharp angles to it; the cranial plates have been curved upward toward the back and sloped sharply downward toward the front, giving her head a very peculiar shape. The back of her cranium, where the plates meet, crests upward to form a small, pointed tip that accentuates the upward curve of the cranium. The 'chin' is a two-inch long "needle point" of bone that accentuates the downward curve of the face. The skin is thin and pulled especially tight on her head, adding to the monstrous, intimidating and bizarre image.
The torso has been altered, but not so much in an alien manner, more just corruption of the original design. The ribs and sternum are most notable. Each rib is nearly five inches thick of solid bone, elongated and with a much more circular curve; the sternum is almost twice as wide. The effect of these alterations gives her a literal barrel chest, very round and extremely outward in shape. The stomach is very trim. Tenuous muscles are clearly defined beneath the taut flesh, but rather than a 'six-pack' there are only two very long abdominal muscles visible, hinting at the fact that I've reformed or stretched various muscles throughout her body to allow for what might seem impossible positioning or maneuvers. All four limbs have been lengthened, which gives an intimidating appearance when it comes to the creature walking.
Despite her girth, her stride is amazingly pantheresque.
Each limb now has what appears at first to be an extra joint, but in reality I've simply taken the small space between ankle/foot, wrist/hand and lengthened the connecting bone nearly six inches for all four places. With limbs so long, and with the bones thickened mildly to give them the strength to handle the pressure of falls without damage, muscles and form built to stretch, grip and maintain odd positions, the creature is literally designed to prowl rafters and high ground, dropping upon intruders or prey from above and then grappling the opponent by wrapping her appendages around their body. What comes next only the creature would know. Most likely the captured would meet its end by the lamprey-type mouth.
I already had an idea of who I might like the first capturetobe. "Come mother," I stated, motioning her to follow me as I roamed into the other room. "Time for you to meet someone."