Chapter 12: The beast
The words 'Black velvet' resonated through his head. The beast felt its body freeze, its mind go blank in preparation for its orders. It had to please the master. That was the only thing it lived for.
"Play with him, but don't kill him." The master spoke.
Him? Its eyes darted around the room, but the only thing it could find was a white-clad boy who was backing away from it with fearful eyes. He looked barely alive to begin with.
Was it to fight that? That puny looking human in this room that looked barely able to stand? If that was what the master wanted…
"Yes, master." It rasped with its low, guttural voice. That thing in front of it wasn't going to last mere minutes, scrawny as it was. The human had backed away so much his back was touching the wall behind him. He had nowhere to go. The beast smirked. This would be over in a heartbeat.
Shaking its head, making its long, orange hair flowing around the twin horns adorning its head, and splaying its black-clawed fingers out before it, it let out a loud roar. To intimidate the boy in front of It. It had the desired effect, as he got a panic-infused shout in return.
It closed in on the human, lifting its right claw in preparation to slash it. The white-clad boy disappeared. Only to reappear swiftly on the other side of the room. Oh, so this human could use Shunpo! Or… Hirenkyaku. The names of these techniques came drifting into the creature's mind without knowing their origin. Nor did it care. And another name… Quincy. Yes, that was it! This creature the master wanted it to fight was a Quincy!
"Play." The beast rasped in an amused tone. "Fun."
It could use a similar trick! As it dashed forward, the Quincy gave a panicked shout, before quickly using Hirenkyaku again, showing up in a different corner. The beast had anticipated this and vanished as well. It smirked widely behind his Hollow mask as it was a lot faster than this toy.
The Quincy shrieked as he felt the beast show up in the same corner as he did. Looking over his shoulder, he made a panicked sound again. The beast let its black clawed nails lash out and made a nice gash across the back of his toy, making the Quincy stagger forward, gasping. It smirked again, admiring its work when blood rose to the surface, staining the fabric surrounding the cut.
The toy disappeared again, only to make the same mistake and use Hirenkyaku to show up in another corner. The beast appeared behind him, startling the Quincy. As he had his spirit bow in hand, he tried conjuring an arrow from the spiritual pressure around them. The beast scoffed. It took him so long, he earned a second long gash on his back before he even knew what had happened. The beast licked his blood covered claws before giving a guttural laugh, peering down into the frightful eyes of the one in front of him.
This human was slow and stupid, standing on wobbly legs, making panicked sounds. It didn't understand why the master wanted it to fight something trivial like this Quincy, but judging from the laughter that resonated all around them, the master was pleased.
The Quincy was already panting and looked like he was barely able to support his own weight, standing on trembling legs. This would be over quickly. He reappeared in another corner again and drew an arrow. Shouting, he aimed it at the head of the beast, but the latter easily smacked it away with his powerful arms. More arrows followed and the human tried moving around, groaning and almost tumbling over when he had to jump. It was futile, of course. The beast didn't even try to vanish anymore. Merely blocking the annoying blue arrows would do just fine.
When the human started drawing in erratic breaths and sank through one knee, the beast dashed forward. It was so fast, the other one hadn't even seen it coming. It grabbed him by the neck and smacked his head into the wall. Groaning, the boy immediately went limp on impact. Blood started trickling down his mouth, and the beast couldn't control the urge to swipe it away with its tongue. Still holding the Quincy by his fragile neck, the beast brought him towards its, before slamming him into the wall again. The toy wailed as more blood spilled from his lips and his spirit bow disappeared from his hand. It would be so easy to snap his neck right now… But the master's orders had been not to kill him.
The second slam had made something tumble from the toy's face and the beast easily shattered the object under its foot, producing the sound of broken glass. The Quincy made a distressed whimper at that. Was that small item important to him? The beast smirked. Yes, it probably had been, judging from the human's reaction. Laughing, it released the Quincy who sank to the floor, heaving. He must've been dizzy as he shook his head a few times.
Suddenly, the lights were dimmed. This was odd, as the master wanted a show. The boy at his feet was staring up at him with an unfocussed gaze. Then it occurred to it the Quincy couldn't see sharply anymore. It laughed. Nice game. The beast disappeared, making the boy look around, bewildered and gasping for breath.
The beast was so fast, it'd reappear before even the heightened senses of a Quincy could pinpoint its location. It came from the left this time, making a slash over the boy's torso before disappearing again. The toy slowly stood up, his legs ready to give while taking shallow breaths and groaning, before he vanished again. Stupid boy. Don't bother. Even before he could fully reappear again, the beast had already slashed his back, making him cry out.
The toy didn't vanish this time, probably out of reserves already. He simply tried running from him, making exasperated sounds, clutching his belly. So funny! The beast played along and chased him around the small room, making wild, feral sounds, hunting him down like a wild animal. Slashing him whenever it wanted. It could of course run faster or finish him right now, but there was no fun in that. The beast just wanted to stir the human up so much, he'd completely freak out!
The Quincy had conjured his spirit bow again while trying to escape it, though, and he had used that momentum to create an arrow. He astonished the beast by suddenly pivoteding on his heels and shooting his arrow point-blank at the Hollow mask covering its face! Damn, that tickled! The beast laughed loudly! Its reaction only startled the toy. Stupid human! There was no way he could do it any harm! The Quincy tried shooting a few more arrows, and it indulged him. Let him think he was actually doing something for a moment. The shock that it was all in vain would be all the harder on him. In the dim light, it was painfully obvious the boy didn't see well. That first shot was a direct hit, but most of the arrows that followed had missed. The beast watched smirkingly, as the aim of the human deterred more and more and the boy's hands started shaking.
Then, suddenly, it appeared right in front of the toy, eliciting a startled shriek from the latter. It grabbed his left wrist and lifted him off the ground before snapping it. Making the Quincy scream out in silence. That wouldn't do! It wanted him to scream for real, instead of hearing these distressed gurgles.
The beast hoisted the limp toy into the air, holding him up by his broken wrist. It roared loudly, making the Quincy look at it with fearful eyes, trembling with exhaustion and dread, while dangling in the air like a damaged puppet. Then it threw the boy against the wall where he stayed down. The beast marched towards him and turned him over so he could see his face. It menacingly loomed over the broken toy, who tried to say something.
"I…chi…go…" It came out like a quivering sob. "I…chi…go…"
The beast didn't understand what he wanted. Nor did it care. Lightning fast, it stomped down on the Quincy's torso and was pleased to see the shock on his face when he felt a few ribs break under his foot. The human arched upwards and made a high-pitched sound, clawing at the foot hurting him, trying to get it of the painful place. There, that was more like it! The Beast couldn't help but smirk again at the look on the other's face. It felt so good to hurt him!
Suddenly the lights went back on and the beast saw the Quincy blink from the sudden brightness, before he slanted his eyes. Playtime was over it seemed…
"Good. You've played with him enough. Now, for my next command: Fuck him!" Echoed through the cell.
New orders from the master! How entertaining!
The thing at its feet made a shrill, distressed sound and violently shook his head. The Quincy tried to get away from under the beast's foot, so it stomped down again. Panicked gurgles slipped passed the human's trembling lips, before he suddenly started coughing. The beast smirked as blood trickled down the boy's mouth again and his breathing became labored. Not having the permission to kill him, it removed its foot from the boy's lung. The Quincy sucked in a sharp breath before breaking into a coughing fit. Ah, good! It'd probably just punctured the lung it stomped on. The toy was in for a rough ride!
The boy reeked of fear. It was omnipresent and was reflected in the shivers that ran through his body. There was something strange about this boy and the beast dipped down to smell him, drawing a startled gasp from the other. It knew this scent! It knew this scent well!
"My mate…" The beast howled and saw the Quincy's eyes go wide. Yes, it had fucked this human before. He was its mate! Its own scent was imprinted on him. "My mate!" It roared with conviction. The boy at its feet tried to slip away, holding his right hand to his injured ribcage and taking elaborate, raspy breaths. He howled in frustration as his legs refused to cooperate, and his left hand was rendered useless. He wanted to play some more, it seemed, but the beast felt another feeling rise to the surface.
Playtime was over! It was getting aroused. Fast! The look and scent of its mate had set its blood to boil. It grabbed the dirty clothes enveloping his mate and forcefully turned him over again. Staring at him, while its tongue darted out. The beast wanted to taste its mate, to sample him, so it lets its tongue glide over the Quincy's face. Relishing in the shocked expression the boy made in return.
"Fuck!" It roared, intimidatingly. "Fuck! Now!"
With a guttural growl, the beast jumped down, successfully pinning the Quincy underneath it. The boy froze in panic and made distressed gurgles as both his wrists were captured in one large, clawed hand and held above his head. With his black-clawed right hand, it slashed at the garments surrounding his toy, ripping them to shreds and cutting his skin in the process. Soon, the human was only covered in scraps of his white clothes. Some of his upper body was still dressed, but the beast smiled to see the parts it wanted to get to were bare for it to do as it pleased.
The beast let its tongue dart out and started exploring the sweat-slicked skin of his mate. It wanted this! It needed this! It felt a shiver ran through the toy beneath him, trying to get his wrists free from its grasp. Stupid human!
The beast licked the lower abdomen of his mate, making him hiss as it tasted burnt flesh. It dipped further down and made its tongue swirl around the sweet flesh of his toy's inner thighs, all the while the boy was making distressed gurgles. He smelled so good! It couldn't wait for much longer. Impatiently, the beast flung open the human's legs and thrust one of its black clawed fingers harshly inside. Making the Quincy arch up and scream in silence. So much fun! Its mate was terrorized and in pain! It loved every second of it! Just to take in the waft of that rich smell made it rock hard.
Quickly, the beast inserted a 2nd finger and twisted them around. Scissoring the defiant muscles, until it deemed it had waited long enough. It sat down onto its knees and pulled the Quincy's hips towards it, positioning itself, while fumbling with its black Shihakusho to free its straining erection. Suddenly, another smell added to the mix. The scent of salty tears.
"N-no…" The toy sobbed. He tried saying more words, but they got stuck in his throat somehow. "No…"
The beast paid no heed to his complaints and proceeded however it liked. Suddenly, a foot crashed into its face as the Quincy had kicked it! The boy repeated it over and over again. He couldn't do any damage, from the position he was in, but the beast admired his nerve. It'd make fucking him all the more fun! Smirking, it grabbed one of the trembling legs kicking him indiscriminately into a firm hold and relished the sounds the Quincy made as it felt the bones snap.
The human went rigid underneath him, coughing and heaving. He started making soft gurgling sounds and let his head lol to the side in defeat, tears slipping from his eyes. The beast laughed out loud. Was that it? No more defiance?
It grabbed hold of its mate's hips again and positioned him into its lap, releasing his wrists to get a better hold of him. The Quincy closed his eyes and seemed to brace himself for what was to follow with a quivering sob. Without a moment's hesitation, the beast shoved itself inside, making the Quincy arch up violently, screaming. The beast loved the fact that his mate had produced a scream this time. Broken, stuttered fragments, but a scream nonetheless. It loved it!
The beast could feel the insides of the Quincy tear to accommodate it, filling its ears with arousing screams. It flicked out its tongue in anticipation before it wildly started rolling it hips. Giving its mate no time to adjust to this feeling at all The toy would just have to take it! The look of agony and terror on his face was so exciting it made the beast moan loudly. It had missed this feeling! The heat that was enveloping it, making its heartbeat speed up. The beast knew it would be over all too soon, as liquid heat spread through its body.
The fragile human, whom lay bent in his lap and half on the floor, looked up at him with begging eyes. Stupid Quincy! It snapped its hips fiercely as punishment, making the toy arch up and cry out before having another coughing fit.
The beast gripped the Quincy's skanky hips roughly, leaving bruises in its wake, so it could move faster. Holding him still as it rammed inside of him. The toy had closed his eyes again and tried to focus on breathing which came out like wheezing sounds. It had punctured his left lung after all. The beast howled loudly as his mate's pain stricken face was so exquisite, it was gradually pushing him over the edge. And only a few rough thrusts later, it reached its peak. It grabbed his toy's hips with both hands and roared loudly as it came. So good! Its whole body went rigid as his climax shot through his nerves, moaning loudly.
Then, the beast released the hips of its mate to dip down and dart his tongue against his neck. Against the salty streaks on his face. Against the blood that trickled from his lips. All the while the boy wheezed and trembled. Cautiously the Quincy opened his eyes and looked at it. The beast gave him a dark smirk, as it had more plans in store for him. Then it pulled out, making the other groan and shiver, laughing at the blood that trickled down his thighs. It grabbed the trembling human in his powerful arms and went to lay beside it.
The beast smiled wickedly, and let its body take a time-out. Just a short break before more fun!
Raging hormones shot through it and the beast knew it wasn't going to take long. It propped itself up on one arm and let its free, clawed hand glide teasingly over his mate's flesh, causing shivers to run through his slender frame. The Quincy was looking at him warily and it smirked. With 2 of his limbs broken as well as a few ribs cracked and a collapsed lung, its mate probably wasn't up for another round, which made it all the more appealing. The beast felt himself getting hard again at that mere thought of taking pleasure while hurting the human.
Suddenly, the master spoke to him again.
"You've been a good boy, but your mate hasn't." That instantly made it look up at its master. "While you're fucking him nice and good, he actually wants someone else." The beast quickly jumped up at that, standing in front of the screen to hear its master purr: "He's a whore. You should punish him."
The beast felt his blood boil again, but this time in anger. It clenched its fists hard and answered its master:
"Whore! Punish!" The master laughed cheerfully while it turned towards its mate.
With hard stomping sounds, it marched up to the Quincy. The latter had managed to push himself somewhat into a sitting position and was making distressed sounds while he tried to drag himself into a corner of the room. Fuming, the beast grabbed the scraps he still wore around his torso and lifted him off the ground effortlessly.
"N-no…" The Quincy tried, followed by gasps and gurgles, unable to express other words. The beast was furious and shook the toy, then watched as his pupils dilated while it brought up its claw, ready to pierce him.
"No, no! Don't kill him… yet." The master intervened. "Just, fuck him some more. Teach him to whom he belongs!"
Yes, the beast thought and smirked at its mate's defeated whimper. Fucking him would be much more fun than finishing him. Besides, it'd gotten aroused again by the thought of killing him.
Smirking, and under protesting sounds of the Quincy, it held him up against the wall. Taking both his wrists in one clawed hand again, pushing his body flush against the wall while fitting their forms together. The boy had a hard time, obviously. With one of his wrists and legs broken, he couldn't stand in this position. He just dangled against the beast whom tauntingly grabbed its own erection to stroke it tauntingly a few times. So its mate knew exactly what it was going to do. Smirking as it saw heat rise to the boy's face at the bold gesture, before swiftly crushing him against the wall. Making him alert again while knocking the air out of his lungs.
Ruthlessly, the beast grabbed his mate by the back of both knees and spread his inner thighs wide for better access. Releasing his wrists for now. Chuckling in delight as it saw bloody streaks on the Quincy's thighs from their previous bout. It ignored the painful and pleading sounds the toy made, as his broken leg must really hurt, among other things. It looked down onto the Quincy's face, smirking darkly, pushing him against the wall before tilting its hips and slammed into him again. The toy cried out before clenching his jaw and arching against it.
"Whore!" The beast yelled at him. "Whore! Fuck hard! Whore!"
The beast relished in the fact that its mate had put his unbroken right wrist around its neck for support, while the other just dangled against the wall. This must be a very uncomfortable position for the boy, and the beast took great pleasure in the idea that if it was too wild, the other could fall down.
The Quincy had closed his eyes again and tried to focus on his breathing. Guessing from the wheezing sounds he made, he had a hard time, too. His punctured lung was squished between the wall and the beast with each hard trust, and the latter stayed faithful to that rough rhythm. All the while the human was heaving and groaning.
It laughed again. If only its mate had understood that that first round had just been a test run to get over its initial peak of excitement. It was going to take much longer this time!
The beast picked up its pace and trust violently into its toy. It felt so good! It was trying to alternate its pace, going from rough and fast to slow and deep and visa versa. One particularly hard slam against the wall made the Quincy spit out blood over its chest. His eyes were half closed and he was taking shallow breaths again, entwined with stuttered groans.
"Mate!" It roared into his face. "You whore! Fuck hard! Whore!"
Suddenly, the Quincy looked up with pleading eyes and tried to talk to it.
"I-Ichi…go." The beast answered with a low growl, as to not distract itself from what it was doing, but the toy continued anyway. "Ichi…go… p-pl…ease…"
The beast bawled! Its mate had just said another's name while it was fucking him! This skanky human had a deathwish!
"Unforgivable!" It spat in the Quincy's face. "Punish whore!" At that it gave the toy in front of it a violent headbutt, making him moan while his head lolled to the side. The toy remained silent, except for the soft gurgles he made while tears fell from his eyes once more.
The beast kept on thrusting hard, trying to inflict as much pain as it could. It had still not reached its limit. How dare its mate say another's name while it was pleasuring him! The beast howled in frustration and tilted its hips, so it pressed the Quincy against the wall with its lower abdomen and hips. Then he let go of the toy's knees, so they fell down against his own hips with a thud, making the Quincy cry out. It's now free clawed fingers closed firmly around the boy's throat, choking him.
"Now, now, beastie!" The cheerful voice of the master said. "I ordered you not to kill him!"
"Punish whore!" The beast howled. "Punish whore!" It tightened the grip around the Quincy's neck, pleased by the anguished sounds the boy was making, while desperately clawing at his suffocating fingers with his unbroken, right hand.
"Yes, you can punish your whore all you like, but I ordered you to not kill him yet!"
The beast bawled, but didn't comply, watching the fire go out slowly in those blue eyes in front of him.
"That's on order!"
Suddenly the beast felt electricity shoot through its body, amplified from the collar around its mate's neck. It was more annoying than painful, but it angered it. It let go of the human's fragile neck, whom sharply sucked in breath before coughing. Its mate fell forward against its chest, trembling and heaving. Fuming, the beast pulled out of him harshly and sent him flying to the center of the room. The Quincy stayed down and the current running through the beast stopped instantly.
"Master hurts!" It roared at the screen, sticking its claws into the air and shaking its head so its orange strands flew around it. "Stupid master!"
"My rules are to be followed!" The master replied firmly. "Take it out on your mate, if you will. He needs to be punished!"
"Mate!" The beast howled and stomped over to the defenseless toy on the floor. He was lying on his belly, limbs sprawled out beside him. Suddenly, the toy's body started shivering as he had a coughing fit. Blood trickled down his mouth while he coughed up blood.
The beast could feel his mate didn't have a lot of spiritual energy left, more dead than alive. Good!
"Punish!" It yelled and grabbed the raven-black hair of the toy, making him arch towards it. "Punish whore!"
"I…chi…go…" The broken toy cried. "P…pl…ease…"
The beast scolded and paid him no heed. It needed to get this burning fire out of its loins! Right now! It forcefully grabbed its mate's hips and hauled them into the air with a steadying grip. Holding him up too high for the boy to put his knees on the floor. The Quincy's legs were trembling as his broken leg must really hurt in this position, but the beast didn't care. Swiftly, it buried itself into its mate's bloody passageway again. Making the boy cry out in agony while arching back.
The beast moaned as hot flesh enveloped him once more. This time, it wasn't going to relent, wasn't going to stop. Not until this desire for its mate was satisfied. The Quincy sobbed and made anguished cries, every time the beast impaled him roughly. It was such a pleasure to the ear! The beast had already been aroused, but the sounds its toy was making were so thrilling, it'd be its downfall. Besides, it preferred this position over what it'd tried moments ago. It could slam inside its mate deeper and more forcefully. It loved it!
"Fuck mate! Fuck whore!"
The sounds its mate made went straight to its hard-on and it sped up even more, spearing the Quincy with everything it had, making the boy groan and wheeze. The beast moaned loudly, as it felt its abs clench in warning of the explosion that would soon follow. It bent over its mate's back, sneaked an arm around his belly, while using its other hand to keep this position. A few rough thrusts was all it took. The beast felt an intense power spread from its loins and moaned out loudly, gripping the Quincy tight.
Panting, it put too much weight onto its mate, who couldn't keep his hips in the air by himself. It fell on top of the boy, making him gasp for air and spit out blood. The beast smirked, still not completely sated, but feeling great. Its latest orgasm had been really powerful. It shifted its weight onto its arms a little, as to not to suffocate the whore beneath it, but stayed where it was. The beast knew it'd be ready to go again really soon, keeping itself embedded into its mate like this.
Smirking, it let his black clawed hands glide over the trembling body beneath him. The fear the fragile human radiated was overwhelming and it greedily tapped into the sensations that knowledge provoked in its gut. The boy tried to look up at it, his head facing sideways, while he tried not to choke on his own blood. Trembling lips, flushed and bloody, and horrified eyes. What a sight to look upon! As expected, the reactions of the Quincy made sure he was hard again in no-time.
The Quincy made a desperate sound as the beast started up its trusts again, clearly not up to it. So funny! It wasn't going to last long this time, but it wanted to be completely sated. It wanted to squeeze every last tingle of pleasure out of its mate. Having lost quite a bit energy already, the beast just made short, fast trusts this round, but still powerful enough to make its mate wheeze beneath it. Their bodies were fitted together this time, and the beast let its hands glide wherever it wanted, bruising and inflicting pain. When it felt himself reaching its limit a 3rd time, it impaled its mate deeply as another orgasm shot through its veins. Making the boy underneath it cry out before switching to shrill wails. The beast stayed patiently still, moaning loudly, while it rippled through his body, milking it for all it's worth, feeling the Quincy tremble harshly. Then it crashed down on top of its toy, grinning as he spat out more blood.
"Mate…" He muttered. "Punished whore. Enough."
After the beast had enjoyed the warmth of the shivering body beneath it for a moment, it pulled out of the Quincy, groaning. It laughed when blood gushed out of the boy's rear. It liked it even more when it saw the puddle of blood he'd coughed up.
"Good." The beast said and stood up, looming over its toy. It heard the master give it a round of applause and smirked.
"Good boy! Now, mark your whore so he knows he belongs to you!" The master crooned.
Smiling darkly, the beast took a look at the shivering human at his feet. His half-closed eyes were glazed over and it was clear he was using every last bit of energy he could muster to just breathe. Blood was still trickling down his trembling lips.
"Mark! Whore" The beast shouted and that made the Quincy look up at him from the corners of his eyes. Laughing mockingly, it grabbed its now flaccid member and moved in half circles above its mate while it urinated on him. Soaking the Quincy's raven-black hair, the shreds of his white clothes, his blood-smeared quivering body and his shocked face…
That look of total defeat the Quincy gave it as fresh tears ran down his cheeks was all the reward it needed. It watched pleasingly as the boy closed his weary eyes and sobbed, broken.
"Whore marked! Mine!" The beast said cheerfully to the camera while he readjusted its black Shihakusho to cover itself up again. "Now, other game?"
The master laughed. "Now, now, beasty. That's enough fun for today. Besides, I don't know how long you can stay in this form yet. Hence this experiment."
"Master mocking me!" The beast howled. "Other game! Or kill mate!" It watched as the master played with pink strands of hair and twirled them between his fingers.
"Don't kill your mate. He has to find him like this and-"
"No!" The beast roared. "More fun! Want out!" It was fuming. It wasn't allowed to kill its mate and the master was mocking it. The beast went to stand in front of the door and heard the master laugh at it again.
"Now, beastie, don't be like this." he crooned. "Soon, you'll go back to your original form and-"
"No!" The beast bawled. "Want out!" It started banging the sliding, metallic door. "Now!"
The master laughed hauntingly. "Oh, please. As if you can break down that door. I've had it tested on so many-"
The beast smirked. As if a door could keep it in! It roared and hit the door full force, pleased to see the shape of its fist in the metal. The master stopped talking and gasped. Funny! The beast did it again. And again. Making a large indentation into the door.
"Stop it, you stupid creature!" The master yelled.
Electricity buzzed through its body and it gripped the collar, scowling at the master. "Not stupid!" It roared, but the current didn't stop. The fury in its gut exploded. It'd followed all the orders the master had given it. Why did the master zap it with annoying electricity? Why did the master not let it out of here? "Punish master!"
The beast howled and balled his fists. Its spiritual pressure twirled around it like a small hurricane, making its long, orange hair fly around its face and horns. It could feel its power augment as it focused. Stupid master! If he didn't want to let it out or play another game, he'd have to face the consequences. Smirking behind its Hollow mask, the beast grabbed the collar around its neck and crushed it under its strong, black claws. It heard the master gasp in bewilderment.
"Stop this!" The master shouted. "I'll send some of my guards to play with you!"
"Too late!" Answered the beast, scoffing. "Want out!"
It roared with its clenched fists towards the ceiling, making wind inside the cell. Had there been items in the room, they'd swiftly flew to shreds. As it stood, this was the unfortunate fate of a tray holding two bowls placed on the ground, as those were the only things in the cell. Grinning, The beast looked towards its mate. It wanted to see his reaction to what it was capable of, so he knew how much it'd held back when punishing him, but… the Quincy was still lying where it'd left him, unmoving with closed eyes. The beast was sure he was out cold. Dammit! That made him growl.
Angry, the beast powered up its fist, gathering black flames into its hand, then, bawling, it punched the metal door with all its power. Making it fly out of the hinges against the opposite wall in the hallway. Tauntingly, it looked back at the screen, seeing the master fume, but it didn't care. The beast wanted to play.
As it stepped out into the corridor, a shrill, repeating sound went off, while the lights in the corridor alternated between normal and red.
"Fraccionés, on guard! Specimen 1 has broken free in his vasto lorde form! Detain it immediately!" The voice of the master echoed through the hallways.
Detain it? The thought made the beast laugh out loud. Those stupid saps could always try! It would be a nice game! Eagerly, it started marching in no particular direction, excited as to what it would find.
As it was slowly making its way through one of the hallways a bunch of guards approached it. They were armed with some sort of firearms, lining up in rows after each other. Roaring, it unchained its black flames and before the Fraccionés even had had the chance to fire, it'd blown them away. The guards were sent flying against the walls, and it could hear panicked screams and bones snapping among the chaos. It grinned, pleased.
The beast continued forward, trashing every door it came across. Most of the rooms it found were as good as empty, which was making it frustrated. It wanted to play! Where was the master?
As the beast rounded a corner a fresh batch of prey arrived! Running towards it, with their weapon clutched against them, before coming to an abrupt halt and aiming at it. The guards shot at it and it indulged them for a moment. Their stupid arms didn't as much as scratch it. So funny! Looking over its shoulder, it saw another squad coming up from the opposite direction. Now we're getting somewhere!
"Alert! Specimen 1 is in the central hallway near room SX-2." Said one amongst the cattle into a device. "I repeat. Specimen 1 is-"
The beast growled on top of his lungs, standing up to its full length, making itself look intimidating in the flashing red lights. Some of the guards were already pissing their pants, it could tell. As it roared and its orange hair flew around it, some of them shrieked. Entertaining! The squad facing its back had taken in their positions and started firing at it, too.
The beast laughed tauntingly and let the Fraccionés believe they were succeeding, cowering into itself, seemingly protecting its body to give them false hope. Then, it would release its black flames all at once, plastering the walls with its prey. Some of them were dead on impact, others were only injured to different degrees. All of the survivors now knew they shouldn't take the beast lightly. The ones that could, ran away from it. The ones that couldn't, did various things from playing dead to just stare at it in terror.
"We need backup! Specimen 1 seems immune to our guns. Send-"
With a dark smirk, it grabbed the Fraccioné signaling his fellow guards and held him up into the air. The creature screamed as he dangled helplessly in its firm grip.
"Punish prey!" The beast roared. It tried suffocating the guard, who'd dropped his weapon and signaling device at its feet and was trying desperately to free his fragile neck by clawing at its black clawed fingers. So stupid! Suddenly, the beast felt more annoying and prickling stings on its body. Looking over its shoulder, the beast saw how a few injured survivors were still trying to detain it. Laughing, it tossed the Fraccioné it was choking towards some of the others and was pleased to see they stayed down. Probably out of fear they'd suffer the same fate. The cattle still on their feet were easily provoked into a game of catch. The beast ran after a few, slashing its claws at them, roaring and bawling and enjoyed the panicked screams coming from the Fraccionés. So much fun!
Then suddenly, the corridor started filling up with vivid, pink gas.
"Shit! The sleeping gas!" One of the things it'd been chasing yelled before hitting the floor. Seeing the other guards drop like flies, it decided the fun was over.
"Don't like!" The beast shouted and quickly dashed into another direction and rounded a few corners at random. The next room it'd smashed into contained a lot of machinery. Boring! It didn't want any machines, it wanted more prey to catch. Wanted to feel bones snapping and living things screaming.
Roaring angrily inside the room, the beast let its spiritual pressure swirl around itself, making black flames emerge. The black energy surrounding it was so powerful, it made all the screens in the room crack. Howling it clenched its fists, while his black spiritual pressure literally shot through the roof. The beast opened up its arms to either side of him and let the energy free under bouldering, animalistic roars. Destroying everything in the room its wake. The machines exploded, under the accompaniment of blips and loud bangs. More prey was bound to find it now! They'd rush over to see all the ruckus it was making.
Suddenly, the beast felt a sharp sting in the back of its neck. It swiftly turned around to look directly into the smirking face of his master, flanked by a few Arrancars dressed in blue uniforms. Probably upgrades of the other Fraccionés.
"Master!" The beast roared, as it plucked a dart from its neck. It wanted to punish the master for being so annoying. For zapping it with his stupid collar. For not letting it kill its mate. "Punish master!" It yelled and dashed forward. Only to feel 2 more darts hit it square in the chest. The blue guards dashed in front of their master, but it slammed them out of its sight and tried catching whom it wanted.
The master jumped out of the way, so the beast crashed into the wall after dashing out of the doorframe. It felt dizzy, that was odd. Stupid darts! What were they filled with?
"Now, beastie. You've maintained this form longer that I'd hoped, which is very good. But you are ruining my lab, so I just shot you with accelerants to revert back to your other self." He smirked darkly. "It's time to go to sleep now and let your counterpart face the consequences of what you've done."
"No!" The beast roared, and dashed towards the master again. It was slower than before, and its vision started to blur. "No! " It screamed and tried to slash the widely grinning master with its clawed hands. The latter jumped out of the way again and the beast hit its head hard on the wall of the hallway so heavily that some of the lights went out. Groaning, it shook his head and tried to get up. Its limbs refused and it felt himself grow weary. The blue guards loomed over it and zapped it with their electricity staves.
"Nighty, night, Kurosaki Ichigo." The master crooned before his vision went dark.