CHAPTER 52: THY FLESH CONSUMED, PART 1
"It's hard for me to believe that a human being could have done what I've done, but I know that I did it."
-Jeffery Dahmer
There are many fronts of battle in the war for Hellwood, and very little in the way of allies or fighting spirits on the side of the Hillwood Heroes. In between the 3 main provinces of the Freak's confederates controlling most of the island, and the multiple smaller factions of gangs and groups that stand alone from the rest, the battle is only harder and harder to fight by the day.
But they now have their leader and strongest member to lead them to victory at last. Continuing on his mission to bring salvation to the city of Hellwood, the Green Eye furthered into the depths of the city, moving in search of a wrong to right as he had done many times before the Fall of Hillwood.
Moving through the streets of Old Hillwood, the territory retained and reclaimed might be relatively safe in comparison to what else lies in Hellwood, but there is no feeling of safety within. By reaching out to their souls, the Green Eye sees in the hearts of the people of Old Hillwood live under fear and terror under the rule of the iron fist of Valiance and the remnants of the Hillwood Heroes.
Though he does not approve of his tactics and strategy, he can hardly argue against the man for doing the best he can with what little he had, especially with a reputation tarnished by self-defeat prior to the Fall of Hillwood. Having a choice between an armored vigilante with little and brutal ethics and risking the bordering provinces controlled by the Freak, the choice is not too hard to make, but very much so to stick to.
But the Green Eye does not accept any choices between two evils. Always does he wish for the best for the people of Hillwood, and always is he willing to give it.
Jumping down to the ground below, the Green Eye took a brief pause from his mission of taking back the island city of Hillwood, tending first to those still under his care and protection. Upon landing, many people caught him in their sights, all began walking towards him, like a flock of sheep to their shepherd.
Though the people have very little left to their names any longer, those approaching the Green Eye brought with them various offerings, ranging from possessions like jewelry made with gold or even the few scraps of food they had left to eat, giving everything they had to him in exchange for his services.
One such individual offered a piece of bread, clearly the last food she had left, in exchange for a specific favor.
"Please, Green Eye. I have a son somewhere in the Danger Zone. Please find him and bring him to me. I only want to see him again." The woman begged.
The woman extended the bread to the Green Eye, but he turned the food away, not taking the little scraps of sustenance she had away for a favor.
"I'll do my best to find him, but you don't have to give me all the food you have. You'll never have to do that." Green Eye said.
"Then take my gold watch. My mother went out on her own somewhere north, and I haven't seen her since. Find her and bring her home, please." A man offered.
"I don't want your jewelry, either. I'm not going to take anything from you, but I'll do whatever I can to help you."
Reaching to a utility pocket in his suit, the Green Eye pulled out multiple protein bars, offering them to whoever needed them the most.
"Here, have some of my food, you all must be very hungry. If there's any children or elderly among you, please pass them on to them first. There's plenty more to go around for everyone." Green Eye said.
Handing out protein bars to the begging citizens that were once offering their food in an act of desperation, the Green Eye instead passed on his own food to each of them to stave their hunger for another day. The feelings of sorrow and desperation soon began to dwindle down, with this gesture from the man without pain seeking to end theirs as well.
Soon, and sooner to rise, the Green Eye could sense hope among these people.
With the meeting between the Freak and his confederates coming to an end, the leaders had begun their exodus to their respective provinces, each accompanied by trusted subordinates of their own choosing. Heading back to the Aryan Nation, Wolfenstein began heading east. Heading back to the Farm, the Jolly Olly Man headed west.
But the last of the leaders is not quite ready to return to her own province just yet. Saint Lila, having some personal interests of her own to tend to with the Freak. Walking down the hallways of Quigley Stadium, the makeshift fortress for the Freak and his followers, she moves in search of the madman.
The setting of a sports stadium, once a loud and bustling place of business now reduced to a quiet and haunting place of silence, is a strange setting to be in for one lucky enough to get inside this fortress. For Saint Lila, however, her thoughts are not on the uneasy location, but the silence instead gives way to thoughts of sex and violence.
Living with her single father in days of poverty and despair, the parent and offspring had come to this city years ago in search for greener pastures of Pleasantville, for a better future for a younger and more innocent Lila Sawyer. When crime began to rise and spike following Arnold's absence, the duo were forced to return to Pleasantville once again.
During their return, however, the father began to fall into alcoholism, eventually leading to his sexual abusing of Lila. As a result of the molestation, her muddled and polluted sexuality was repressed by daily religious rites and rituals, delving deeper into the christian faith for sanity.
Returning to Hillwood years later again, and meeting Arnold Shortman once again, that sanity had soon unraveled itself, and led to a series of crime and misdeeds that have resulted in the death of a single mother and her son, but not before molesting said son herself.
Now, what is left for her is a theocracy of which she is the sole leader of, and a warped mind that is set on the presumption that Arnold is the second coming of Christ himself; her messiah having returned to Earth to bring about the kingdom told in her holy book she has spent most of her life dedicated to.
The man who is partially responsible for that vision is the Freak, and it is him that she needs for help tonight.
Heading to one secluded room of the stadium, Saint Lila stepped inside, continuing her search for the Freak. Seeing him sit on the floor to himself, she has found the person of her interest, but, in this particular location, she also finds much more in store than she was hoping to find as well.
All around the walls of the room were various dead bodies, all mutilated and crudely torn apart in one way or the other. The display is a horror show that could churn even the hardest of stomachs, but, for one such as Saint Lila, the sight is hardly a bother in her eyes; her holy text and time with the Freak making her well-adjusted to gore and violence unbound.
Still, she is dedicated to the task in which she sought out the Freak for, and she returns her focus to the subject himself. Stepping over to the madman as he continued to sit on the floor, Saint Lila was also given the sight of a woman's body completely gutted and disemboweled, with the organs scattered about and the Freak with bloody hands, hanging his head low in a form of disappointment.
Reaching out her hand to the Freak, Saint Lila was responded with him nearly driving a knife to her face, bringing forth a quiet gasp from her. As he realized that the one he was pulling the knife to was a friend rather than a foe, the Freak pulled himself back, focusing back on his resting place on the ground.
"The meeting's over. That means it's time for you to go home." The Freak said.
"Does something trouble you, my angel?" Saint Lila asked.
"What's it to you?"
"I am a servant of god and to his kingdom. You are a high servant of that kingdom, and I am subservient to you as the creator."
"Of course you are. And how is it you think you can help me here?"
"It's been a month since the city of Hillwood has fallen, but the savior has not come to bring us to the kingdom of heaven to Earth yet. I have brought much effort into spreading the word and way of god as far as I can. Surely there must be something I can do to help you."
Using his empathic powers of the Spirit Master, the Freak took a glimpse into the mind of Saint Lila, trying to understand the reasoning behind her sudden visit and questioning. With a simple delve into her mind, he finds inside her much more than he was looking for.
Taking a look into her mind, he feels the sexual abuse that she had lived through as a child, and the fixation that she feels towards Arnold under her belief that he is the second coming. Her focus towards him and the abuse she had inflicted upon Joey is nothing he is not familiar with already, but there is a new factor that he is now aware of:
She seeks to have him help her with her unresolved sexual thoughts.
The Freak had felt a surprise from this read, but he was far from against the idea. As such, he changed the conversation to his terms.
"Funny how you try to offer me help... when all you're really doing is trying to ask me for help for your little problem. Don't you remember lying is a sin?" The Freak said.
Hearing the Freak reveal his knowledge of her true intentions, Saint Lila gave a light gasp.
"I... I'm sorry, my angel. I had no intention of lying to you. I... was simply not comfortable asking you yet. It seemed unfair to ask you of this favor when you have granted me so much already." Saint Lila said.
"Oh, now, don't be like that. Like you said, all I am is just a servant of god like you, and I would be more than happy to give you some help." The Freak said.
"I don't know, my angel, this is... a problem I have not been able to resolve so easily. Ever since my father had touched me years ago, I've had a strong taste of the pleasures of the flesh. I know that god has granted me these feelings and thoughts to bring the gift of life on the Earth, but... I cannot help but feel that there is something in me that should not be there. Something that the devil has put in me."
"And what is that?"
"You already know of my feelings and thoughts. Do you not already know?"
"I know... but do you know?"
The question made Saint Lila pause in her sentence briefly, making her contemplate if she indeed knew this evil in her as well as she did.
"I... The feeling is... When I was in congress with Joey, I was not purely focused on procreation, or to serve him as a woman should serve a man. I had felt pain and anger when my father would have me, even though he was well within his rights to have his way. Still, I had felt things that made me feel bad, as if I were dirty and bad. I had tried to inflict those feelings upon Joey, to try to make him feel like I did. Maybe that is why the lord called him to take his own life and come home. I just wish that these feelings were not in me any longer, and I could enjoy a man as I was meant to. Please, my angel, do you know how to help me lose these thoughts? I will do whatever is required of me to do so." Saint Lila said.
Having the exact answer he wanted, the Freak gave an enthusiastic smile. With his past victim dead and used up, he now had another one to try something new.
"Alright. I'll help you with your problem. But I need you to help me as well." The Freak said.
"I shall do whatever you need. Your will be done through me." Saint Lila said.
"Good. Take your clothes off."
Following a small show of hesitation, Saint Lila slowly began removing her clothes as ordered. Beginning with the stole hanging around her neck, she moved onto the robe of her Geneva gown, throwing it off and unbuttoning the rest until it fell to the floor. Following the removal of her outer garments, she was left in her undergarments before the Freak; dressed in a bra and a pair of large underwear.
The latter made the Freak chuckle, taking note of her conservatism even with her own deviant sexual acts.
Continuing on with her disrobing, Saint Lila removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor as she slid her underwear down to show her exposed bald vulva. Standing exposed and bare before the Freak, Saint Lila kept her arms back and legs tightly together, turning her head to the side as her face turned red.
Once again, the Freak chuckled at the humility of Saint Lila, his chuckles turning louder to light laughs.
"Please... don't laugh at me so... I feel so dirty like this..." Saint Lila asked.
"Oh, don't feel so sad. You've got a very nice body. You must keep yourself well in shape." The Freak said.
"I do... my body is the temple of the lord... but my temple is unpure. I want you to remove this sickness from me, please."
"Don't worry. I can fix that. Lay down for me."
[Soundtrack Cue: Stabbing Westward - Sleep]
Laying down as ordered, Saint Lila relaxed herself on the floor, holding her hands together and laying them over her chest. Unsure of what the Freak had in store for her, her breath quivered in nervousness, trying her best to compose herself and place her trust in the man she asked for help.
As she laid naked and vulnerable, however, she cannot help herself but let her mind recollect different times in which she would be laying like this.
With her mind taking her back in time to the days of her youth in Pleasantville, she finds herself back on her bed in wait for her father again, knowing what would soon follow between the two. The door opened as she expected, with her father stepping through into her bedroom.
"Hi, Lila. How's daddy's sweet little girl?" Her father asked.
"I'm... I'm okay, daddy." Lila said.
"Good, that's good. I want you to feel nice and okay. I want my little girl to feel good, like you make me feel good."
Her mind goes back to the present, with the Freak touching her down below and feeling her start to wetten under the simple movements of his hand. Watching her start to become aroused so easily, the Freak laughed once again at her reaction, enjoying the look of embarassment and humility on her face.
"My, my, you're an eager one, aren't you?" The Freak asked.
"Yes, father... I'm always eager for you... just how you like it..." Saint Lila panted.
Her mind goes back to having her father touching her in bed, feeling a familiar passion and drive that she had felt with him many times before. His fingers pet and feel at her sex, slowly working their way inside, causing her to lose control of herself and let out moans that she once stifled.
"That's a good girl. I know how much you like this, and I know you like making daddy feel good, too. You do like making daddy feel good, don't you?" Her father asked.
"Yes... Yes, I do..." Lila moaned.
"That's good. You do make me feel very good, Lila. Your daddy has a lot on his mind, so much work he has to do to keep you safe and fed, and you really do help daddy feel better after all his work."
Her mind goes back to the present, with the Freak continuing to rub at her moist vagina. He reaches for a knife as he prepares to carry out his next act, granting Saint Lila a last bid of Earthly pleasure before doing so. Though she currently thinks about the Freak touching her, she cannot help but think about her father years before.
"Yes, daddy... I do love making you feel better... I know you take such good care of me..." Saint Lila moaned.
Taking his knife to her genitals, the Freak sought to take away her pleasures, taking with it the thoughts and pain of her father. Bringing the knife to her clitoris, the most sensitive part of it all, he slowly began to cut away at the organ, excising it away along with its protective hood.
Before her mind could slip back to the thoughts of her father, Saint Lila was instead given the pain of flesh being excised from her reproductive organs, sharply keeping her in the present time. The agony of the mutilation came with an immense pain, but it brought with it a strange sense of relief.
With the loss of sensation in her lower anatomy, the feeling of her father's touch began to leave as well. The pain of the removal made her wish to cry, but the relief of the lifelong abuse she had suffered through had given her so much levity that she found herself starting to laugh with each moan of pain.
Tossing away the excised clitoris, the Freak continued on to the labia minora, preparing to cut away the soft flesh of her inner lips. The crude and brutal cutting continued to make her scream and cry, but the numbing of her genitals made her no longer feel the touch of her father, continuing to give her the needed relief she needed.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Upon cutting away the last of the flesh that brought Saint Lila the most pleasure, the Freak tossed away the excised tissue, leaving her genitals raw and bloody from the mutilation he had committed unto her. She knew that her sensitive organs were long gone and all the feelings they brought with it, but she still had to prod herself to make sure.
Feeling herself following the mutilation, Saint Lila felt nothing in the same place that her father touched so many times before, and could no longer remember him when she touched it. At last, she seemed finally free of her torment, looking back at her hand full of blood and vaginal secretions with a smile.
"It's over... It's finally over..." Saint Lila said.
While the statement was true for Saint Lila and her own torment, it was far from the case for the Freak and his own wants and needs at this moment. Pulling down his pants, he revealed his own aroused genitalia to Saint Lila, and she immediately understood what he had in store for her.
Opening her legs further apart, she eagerly awaited his entry, spreading herself for him. Putting himself up to her, he thrusted in; her blood serving as lubricant.
[Soundtrack Cue: Alice in Chains - Get Born Again]
Thrusting in and out of her, the Freak was free to enjoy Saint Lila's body to his fullest, while she was only partially only able to enjoy their coitus. This was not a problem to her; with little sensation left in her reproductive organs save for the feeling of his tool inside her, she found herself enjoying this diminished sexual experience more.
In her own mind, she believed her body more suited and streamlined to bring life into the world with her own pleasure of the flesh taken from her, as if she was finally fit to be subservient to a husband and give one pleasure, just as she interpreted her holy book had intended for her.
Most of all, she believes this to make her perfect for her supposed messiah, Arnold. Looking back at the Freak, she sees Arnold over her.
As the Freak continued his natural act on her following his unnatural act on her body moments earlier, he cannot focus himself on the motions of pleasure, even with his own will driving them. The infliction of mutilation on Saint Lila, and even this pleasurable act that he shared with her, is of little interest to him, driving him near boredom.
Instead, he thinks about Arnold Shortman, and the mission he has set for himself to break and take him away from his drive to help others in need. He wishes to taint and pollute his heart of gold, to make him a man as dirty and deplorable as he is. He wishes to prove himself to be the one to prove evil is stronger than good.
He cannot break the thoughts of Arnold from himself, even here and now. Looking back at Saint Lila, he sees Arnold under him.
With both parties imagining the man without pain himself to be each other's partner, the two gain only little more enjoyment out of the act, but neither are satisfied completely. As such, the Freak only continued to thrust himself away to quickly consummate the act, with Saint Lila accepting it without protest.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Finishing at last, the Freak retracted himself, dressing himself properly and sitting back on the floor to himself, leaving Saint Lila to pick herself up.
"I gave you what you want. Go away now." The Freak said.
Accepting her 'gift' from the Freak in silence, Saint Lila collected her clothes from the floor, cupping her crotch as she exited the room to dress herself again, trying to prevent leakages of blood and semen on the floor. While the Freak continued to sit in thought and contemplation, Saint Lila thought back on the feelings that she hated for so long, and how gleeful she was to see them gone.
And she thought about how much she would enjoy Arnold now.
I'm ready... I'm finally pure for you, Arnold... I will be your faithful wife on this Earth as you bring your kingdom come. Saint Lila thought.
DECEMBER 21ST
As the morning sun scorches the cursed Earth known as Hellwood, another long day of torment comes to an official beginning for its prisoners. Those who manage to wake from their short nights of sleep, some never waking at all and finding some release to this place, and never sleeping at all from insomnia seeping into their brains, the prisoners of Hellwood all stumble to their feet to start a new day in one way or another; some merely scavenging for means to survive, others predators seeking prey.
The city was once a melting pot, but it has now blown to pieces with its many ingredients within scattered and separated. Here, they may separate themselves as the Europeans, the Middle Easterns, the Hispanics, the Asians, and the Africans; each of different descent and heritage, but no one, not even themselves, can deny where they are:
This is hell on Earth, and they are here to stay.
Regardless, there is one man who seeks to bring change to the state of his city. Remembering a time when this land was once known as Hillwood, a city of peace and prosperity, he seeks to see that dream realized once again, and end the pain of the prisoners of Hellwood.
This man is Arnold Shortman, known better to the world as the Green Eye.
Since his return a day ago, he has brought a sense of hope to the people of Hellwood, and there is a chance for the city to return to its former glory once again. In order to see that dream realized, the Green Eye must continue his crusade to the rest of Hellwood, reclaiming territory into Old Hillwood to see its people reunited as one again.
Most importantly, to also undo the damage the Freak has caused and prove him wrong at last in his beliefs.
His first campaign against the confederates of the Freak is focused on the Jolly Olly Man; the cannibalistic child murderer that was once a high-strung and stressful young man named Willie. He has brought him to reason and sanity once before, and, though he is very aware of his misdeeds, he will never stop his attempts and drive to bring him back again.
Venturing into the border between Old Hillwood and the Farm, the Green Eye moves about the rooftops of various buildings in search for a wrong to right, and save more lives to bring to the side of Old Hillwood. He does not need to venture far into the border to find lives that are in need of his help.
Coming across a small gang of rebels and guerrillas, the group had accompanying them a large selection of women and children, with many people gathering around them to browse through and view the people that were laid out. It soon became clear to the Green Eye that what he was seeing was a show of slave trade and prostitution.
At the front of the show was a barker and M.C. for the event, advertising the many slaves and prostitutes for sale.
"Step right up, folks! Freshly caught from our good friends from God's Country and the Aryan Nation, just before they get shipped off to the Farm, plenty of young and eager pussy ready to do whatever you need! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! Alright, we got white pussy, black pussy, Hispanic pussy, Asian pussy! We got hot pussy, cold pussy, wet pussy, smelly pussy, hairy pussy, bloody pussy, snapping pussy, silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! If we don't got it, you don't want it! C'mon, you want pussy, come on and take a gander at our fine selection, pussy lovers!" The salesman shouted.
One man among the crowd took a liking to a young girl among the crowd, grabbing her face and browsing it carefully as the girl tried to look away in embarrassment and shame. The Green Eye could sense and feel the fear that the young girl had felt, and he does not like what he sees.
The world's oldest profession just keeps getting younger.
Jumping into action, the Green Eye made his aim straight for the salesman, aiming to put a stop to the sale as quickly as he could.
"If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price, you get another piece of pussy of equal or lesser value for only a penny! Try and beat pussy for a penny! If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere, fuck it!" The salesman shouted.
Just as the salesman had concluded his speech, he had felt the blow of the Green Eye's kick land directly into his chest, knocking him to the ground on his back. Though the slave trader was subdued easily, the Green Eye was not so ready to fall yet; standing tall with his staff at the ready.
Disgusted with the exploitative sight that was in his eyes, the Green Eye scowled at the salesman and his comrades.
"You'd sell your fellow human beings for scraps of food and gold?" Green Eye asked.
"Hey, man, don't know if you've noticed, but this ain't the real world no more. It's Hellwood. It's a man's world, and a man's got to do what he's gotta do to survive." The salesman said.
"Even prostituting children and selling women as property?"
"If we don't sell these bitches, they're just gonna get chopped up as food for the people of the Farm. Food's hard to come by these days, and the idea of having plenty of food makes joining the Farm pretty tempting. If anything, we're saving their lives like this."
Further appalled by the salesman's rationale, the Green Eye began showing teeth in his scowl, accompanied with a growl. Picking the salesman up from the ground, the Green Eye held his fist back to prepare a punch to his face; all his rage bottled up in the one strike to exact his fury.
"You... BASTARD!" Green Eye shouted.
Before able to throw his punch, however, the other slave traders all drew out firearms and other weapons, making him cease his strike in a bid of contemplation. Realizing the upper hand he held on the Green Eye, the salesman gave out a laugh, mocking the man without pain to his face.
"Like I said, a man's got to do what he's gotta do to survive." The salesman said.
Running through the options inside his head, the Green Eye planned a method of escape from this situation to save both himself and the would-be slaves. Lifting the salesman up higher, the Green Eye tossed him to a pair of gunmen, knocking all 3 down in one fell swoop.
As the remainder all opened fire on the Green Eye, the hero swiftly dodged away from the line of fire, moving and ducking away from the bullets flying his way behind the cover of a trash can. Analyzing the situation at hand, he counted a total of 6 more gunmen firing at him, making him think through his next plan.
When the gunmen had depleted their ammo and began to reload, he put his plan in action.
Jumping from behind the trash can, the Green Eye threw his staff like a spear towards the gunman in the back, hitting him square in the face and knocking him unconscious. With some of the gunmen distracted by the display, most turning their heads towards their fallen comrade, the Green Eye continued his attack plan.
Leaping into the air, the Green Eye threw a kick to the face of the first gunman in his way, following with another kick to the next, and spinning himself towards the next one in a drop kick, downing each of them and leaving him facing the last two in his path. Grabbing at one gunman's pistol, the Green Eye knocked it away, grabbing at his head, spinning to kick the other gunman in the face, and driving a knee to the first gunman's face, finally sending him falling to the ground on his face.
As he picked up his staff from the ground, a series of more gunmen in the group all aimed their weapons towards him, having him completely outgunned and unable to move against them. Knowing that he would have no chance against the gunmen with his healing powers diminished, it laid up to the Green Eye to rely on wits to escape.
"Very nice show, but the show's over for you now, Green Eye. You're gonna die." The gunman said.
"No. You're gonna put your guns down, and you're going to surrender." Green Eye said.
"Oh, yeah? And why should we do that? I don't know whether or not you've noticed, but you're completely surrounded by guns, and got no chance of escape. What are you gonna do, beat us all by yourself?"
"Why, yes. I am."
"Heh. And exactly how are you gonna do that?"
"You all know who I am. I've stopped entire crowds of people all by myself, and I've beaten way more punks like you before in situations worse than this. Most of all, people thought I was dead since the bomb hit and sent us all to Hellwood. If I can survive that, then what chance to you have?"
Concluding his bluff with a creepy smile behind his glowing green eyes, the Green Eye gave his final warning to the many gunmen still holding their weapons on him.
Though easily having the upper hand in numbers and weapons, as well as the Green Eye's diminished healing factor whether they knew it or not, the slave traders still could not help but give in to his threat. For there is always one more factor that makes a threat work on anyone that the Green Eye had in spades: Presence.
As such, the gunmen all slowly but surely dropped their guns, subsequently raising their empty hands in the air to surrender. Placing themselves on their knees, the slave traders furthered their show of surrender by making it impossible for them to make any more threats.
However, not everyone was swayed by this bluff. One gunman the Green Eye had previously put down had reached for his gun and started to pick it up, aiming it for his enemy to fire one last bullet towards him in a dead man's hand. With an aim straight to his head, the Green Eye was sure to die and be put to a stop with this simple move.
But it had not come to pass. Just before the slave trader could fire his shot, a truncheon had bludgeoned him into the arm, breaking the bone and preventing him from firing his shot. Hearing the crunching bone and agonized scream of the victim, the Green Eye turned to face the one responsible for the act.
Noticing the slave trader with a gun falling out of his hand made him recognize that this person had saved his life, but the appearance of her was a different story altogether. The person who saved him was not only a woman, but was one bound in a black leather corset with fishnet leggings, a gem choker, and a full mask with short rabbit ears, and long blonde hair flowing from the back.
Stranger than the appearance of this armed dominatrix was her heavy French accent, greeting the Green Eye with...
"Salut, Green Eye. I had heard you were dead." The woman said.
"What-? Who are you?" Green Eye asked.
"Just a friend to keep you safe when you feel alone. Someone who can make you warm when you are cold. Someone who can bring your greatest pleasures to life."
Not interested in playing any sort of games with the strange woman, the Green Eye attempted to read into her soul for an understand of her, but found himself suddenly and ultimately cut short in his trial. From some unexplained reason, the mind of this woman was blocked by some external force, preventing his entry to her mind.
Therefore, he was left with no choice but to question her and try to play her games.
"What's your name?" Green Eye asked.
"I, l' héros Green Eye, am Baise-Moi." The woman said.
Having the ability to speak any language, the Green Eye immediately recognized the meaning of the name in French, leading him to see this woman as even stranger.
"...Your name is 'fu'... Uh... 'do me'?" Green Eye asked.
"Oui. I am the one who loves to be loved, to be fucked wide open by a big, strong man, to feel his tight, strong arms grip me tightly and keep me warm and safe..." Baise-Moi said.
Grabbing the Green Eye's arms, Baise-Moi wrapped them around herself, bringing herself in a forced embrace with him.
"...and I might keep him warm and safe..." Baise-Moi said.
Reaching her hand down into the Green Eye's pants, Baise-Moi began to grip at his member, making it begin to harden inside the clothing. Remembering the past thoughts of abuse that he had suffered from a woman touching him against his will, the act led the Green Eye to instinctively push her away, quivering in fear and making Baise-Moi look at him in confusion.
"What is wrong, my love? Do you not like the touch of a woman?" Baise-Moi asked.
"Uh, look, I've... I've got a girlfriend... a fiancee... and I would really rather you not touch me like that, okay? I don't think I have to explain why." Green Eye said.
"Oh, so I see. I do, however, hear that you have a taste for the... how do you say... hanky-panky?"
On some subliminal level, the Green Eye recognized this question as pertraining to his one night of infidelity with Lila, bringing out even more uncomfortable thoughts.
"I... don't know what you're talking about. Look, I appreciate that you saved my life, but this is really not a good time for this conversation. As you can see, there's plenty of people here that need help, and bad people that I need to lock up. Instead of prodding into something that's not your business, maybe you could help out." Green Eye said.
Turning away from the strange masked woman, the Green Eye prepared to put his attention to the rescued slaves once again, but found himself cut short by Baise-Moi once again. Feeling a hand lightly run across his crotch and a mouth lay a kiss on his cheek, the woman named Baise-Moi left behind one last goodbye.
"I wish I could stay and help, but I've got much more to do on my own. I've got much more in store for you, l' héros Green Eye." Baise-Moi whispered.
Once again turning to face the strange woman, the Green Eye found her completely gone; no trace of her in sight. With no way to seek her out on the astral plane with her inexplicable blocking of his mental powers, it seemed that the interaction between him and her had ended, but was soon to continue somewhere down the line.
For now, he is just contempt that he was not touched against his will by her anymore.
"Jeez. Just when I thought I had enough troubles with women in my life." Green Eye said.