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His strong hands took grip to her arms, causing her to jerk back. In a way it reminded him of a nurse, but just more controlled. She screamed with surprise, attempting to pull her arms back. He didn't falter. "Hey, get your hands off of…" her voice ordered, but he cut her off when he pulled her in. Evelyn's head smacked into the tip of his helmet, and she fell limp into his arms. Evelyn groaned, "Aaawwwee shoot…uhhg..uhh." Pyramid Head stared, blinking a bit at the sudden impact, causing his helmet to shift a little. He bit his lip harshly when he looked down at Evelyn—who was between fainted and conscious.
It wasn't until hours later when Evelyn's eye finally opened.
"Oh…my head….ahh," opening her eyes, Evelyn scanned the room. It was of medium sized, with dirty white walls and a tan ceiling. Usually, if you were to be held hostage or locked away you would expect the main entrance to be locked. She stared, amazed at the fact that the only exit was wide open and waiting. Staring, Evelyn listened to every sound that could enter her ears. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Not even scurrying…
That was when Evelyn realized something—there was always scurrying. This place wasn't normal. Attempting to stand, Evelyn found herself falling back down onto her face. "Ah….ha," she moaned, looking down to see that she was retrained by thick ropes that tied her feet together. Her hands, however, were attached to rope that wrapped tightly around metallic hoops in the wall. With a loud growl that was heard throughout the entire building, Evelyn pulled against the restrains roughly. Abrasions formed around her wrists as she made one final tug. Nothing—nothing good came from her action. All fell silent once more in Silent Hill as Evelyn sat, thinking. Shit, shit, shit! Where am I? What is this place? Why am I…oh God, why am I tied up? Is it the Cultists?
Evelyn almost formed a smile—she would love to be under the hands of the Cultists—anything but…
Shivering, Evelyn had raised her hopes up to the fullest.
It ran by for a third time now—she was eager for it to come. "Come on you little bastard…" she growled, watching as it scurried by. She watched it as it slowly inched closer. "Come on…" she growled, watching its furry form inching even closer…
"COME ON!" she yelled, and finally it came. With a heavy kick, the rat squealed its last breath. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhahahahaaahhh!" Evelyn laughed successfully while dragging the rat towards her. She almost drooled as she inched it closer. It looked so fat, so juicy; it has been a full day since she's eaten. In total, she only ate half a meal the day before, and the same the day before that. Evelyn hadn't lost any weight—her stomach wouldn't stop grumbling though.
"Come to papaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha!" she joyfully growled as she slowly dragged the dead mouse towards her. Within seconds she stopped, staring at the dead rodent, and thought. She was about to devour a dead rat; dead. Her eyes widened a small bit as her mind wondered off on where the mouse could have been—sewers, dirt, tangled mesh of flesh…
She shivered with her expectations and uncomfortably pushed the rat away, her stomach begging her to drag it back. Stop it, stop, stop, Evelyn though angrily. Then a voice came—a voice of grating. A shiver made its way up her back, curving downwards and resting into the pit of her stomach. Nausea blanketed her heavily as the grating continued to crawl towards her direction. She started to gag to herself lightly, until finally silence drew. "…" Evelyn blinked, waiting for the horror that never came. Waiting a few more seconds, nothing still happened. Quickly Evelyn let out a large exhale and then began to pant. Sweat beaded on her forehead while she tried to convince herself that it was nothing; but it wasn't working. She knew he must have been out there, waiting.
When nothing came, Evelyn had calculated that she was sitting there still for about seven minutes. She allowed her body to ease fully and rested her head on the wall behind her. Moments passed—there was a shifting sound outside the door. Evelyn stared at the silence. Her body jerked as the door swung open. "Ahh!" Evelyn screamed as Pyramid Head's firm body stood in the door way. She stood to her feet, only to fall back down. The ropes—they were too short for her to do anything. Looking back up, she could only watch as he paced to her in horror. Another one of her screams burst out. "Noooo! Go away! Leave me alone!" she begged. Twisting her body, Evelyn attempted to work the ropes. She was able to squeeze her wrists free after much wiggling. Suddenly, strong arms latched onto her sides, forcefully pulling her back. The rope could not stand the brute tug, and snapped. Her ankles rushed with pain, but she ignored that. "Let go of me you…AHH!"
She didn't know what to call him; monster, demon, devil, buffoon…
His breathing sped up with excitement as he positioned her below his towering figure. Evelyn leg out all of her rage in pounding her fists against his chest. She really, really, REALLY didn't want to be raped on the floor by a two ton berserk. "Get off of me! I'll kill you!" Pyramid Head gave himself a moment to look at her and chuckle darkly. "Kill?" his haunting voice suddenly spoke. Evelyn swallowed a mouth full of saliva in shock—this was the second time he spoke to her, and for once he enjoyed it.
Evelyn blinked. He was mocking her—pushing her button to the point of insanity. She hated it, really hated it. But what could she do? Scream and yell was obvious, but this…man…was beyond her control. There must have been something. Evelyn dug out useless ideas in her mind. Slowly, her gaze wandered down onto the bottom of his helmet where the metal met his fresh neck. She stared at how it pierced into him painfully, which would explain why he didn't enjoy shaking his head. "…" Her fingers made their way into the wounds openings, digging in harshly. Her nails forced them open. "HHHHNNNNGGGRRRHHH!" he growled, ignoring the sharp pain with difficulty. Instead of continuing his actions, Pyramid Head stood, no longer feeling the vibe for rape. Evelyn stared up at him, frightened. "W…What are you.." Before she could finish, Pyramid Head raised his hand in the air and slammed it down onto her cheek. Evelyn allowed herself to fall, rolling over in pain. "AAahhhhh! That….you! Ggggghhhaaahhhhhaha!" she rolled over once again, not having the strength to even touch her red cheek. Pyramid Head stared, turning to leave the room.
"Day five. I've eaten, barely. I'm amazed my skin tone it still the same…he comes once in a while. One visit a day—I've noticed that he has been having some back pains. Probably fell, do to his large, idiotic head…
He mainly comes to watch me. Several times he had tried to touch me, but I reach for his neck. When I do, he tightens my ropes and doesn't come back…but…I think I want him to come back. I don't want to be alone, b-but if he gets too close…I just don't…I'm so confused."
Evelyn spoke to herself normally for entertainment. She keeps her mental diary in check after every few hours or so. Pyramid Head hadn't returned since yesterday—which was strange. He seemed to come at the same exact time every day. He was actually running late. This helped Evelyn realize that he had a sense of time. Also, he had decided to come late the day after she went for his neck again. If he was late because of that, maybe…just maybe...she had posed herself as a threat. Or an annoyance…
She hoped it wasn't the last one. Evelyn bit her bottom lip nervously. The silence…it was grim. As if one queue, the door opened, and Pyramid Head entered with loud, heavy stomps. Evelyn stared at his leather boots with bits of metal in it and shivered lightly. He extended his figners and brought them back into a cracking fist. Swallowing another lump of saliva, Evelyn closed her eyes, pretending she was asleep. Luckily, he had not noticed. Slowly Pyramid Head stalked to the corner of the room, completely ignoring Evelyn. Her eyes opened slightly to view him—he was rubbing his back again.
Hurts…like a bitch…eh, Pyramid Head thoughts, massaging it. His calloused fingers made his sweat drenched back irritated, adding to his discomfort. He groaned with annoyance. Slowly he turned, looking at Evelyn, who had closed her eyes once again. "…" He stalked to her—she could feel his boots vibrating the floors. Slowly he bent down to her level, grabbing her face roughly and pulling up to look at him. Evelyn's eyes opened with shock. There, but barely, she could see something shimmering beneath the metal, pyramid-shaped helmet. She could see what looked like brown eyes, wide with curiosity. She didn't actually see the entire eye, just bits and pieces of it. She noticed that he had closed them, and his breathing had slowed down. He was now taking deep, heavy breaths. Evelyn blinked—was he sniffing her? She tensed a bit, inching back. In doing so, she had accidentally provoked him. He growled loudly, throwing her head back against the hard wall and standing. She could hear him grunt lowly as he turned to walk away towards the door. Evelyn's eyes widened with panic. "Wait…" Pyramid Head didn't listen, and continued on stomping. "G-Get back over here, please," she begged. As he didn't respond, her anger rose. "I SAID GET OVER HERE!" Now…he stopped. Slowly he turned his helmeted head to look at her hauntingly. A blanket of eeriness overcame her, making her skin tingle. The two stared at each other for a short while.
Pyramid Head gripped onto the door's handle, nearly bending it off in the process, and slammed the door shut. He began to make his way over to Evelyn. "…W-Wait a minute…I'm sorry," she pretended to laugh, panic eminent in her features. She shivered with fear as he towered over her. Who are you yelling at, ehy? Evelyn felt oddly nervous as she watched his motionless form, trying to think of words to spit out. He bent over a little far ways to reach her. Slowly his hands went for her face. He froze for a second, as if pulling himself together. "…back pain?" she spat out. He seemed to tense when she said that. "I-I can help…I can really, help." Pyramid Head stared.
Where the hell are you getting at… Pyramid Head's thoughts raced. He tensed even more when he felt Evelyn's soft hands touch his. He jerked it back, annoyed to the bone. "Let me help you! I can ease the pain…just a bit!" she faked a laugh. Pyramid Head wanted to rip that pretty little face off…but, his back 'was' hurting. Very much so.
…I've got my eye on you, whore. He reached over behind her, grabbing her on the shoulder and pulling her forward, undoing the ropes. Evelyn blinked, was he going to rape her? Slowly he kneeled in front of her. There was silence. "…okay then," she murmured to herself, trying to inch behind him. Pyramid Head grabbed her arm, pulling her in front of him once again, and gave it a tough squeeze. She yelped a bit. "Okay, okay! I'll do it from here," she panted, groaning at the painful bruise her arm now held. She sighed, giving him a glare. If this was her only way of getting out then it looks like it'll have to do. Slowly she reached forward—his back was out of reach. Evelyn blinked—how was she going to do this while in front of him? His still towering form waited, impatiently, his arms folded in front of his chest. She could imagine him tapping his foot if he were standing. "Hnnghhr," he grunted, signifying that his wait was too long. She gulped, inching closer to him. Pyramid Head leaned back in response, shocked. Slowly but surely, he noticed that he was too far away from her back. He grew a crooked grin. As she inched closer he leaned back. "Hnn," she almost moaned as she reached for him. Instantly she lost balance and fell forward onto his lap. "Eh?" she yelped, looking up to see that wasn't pushing her off. Slowly Evelyn looked down to see a rather large bulge under his human skin clothing. She blushed with frustration, fighting the urge to claw on it as he smirked slyly under his helmet. Pyramid Head was satisfied.
Evelyn sat herself up onto his lap, reaching for his back. It looked as if she was hugging him, her breasts squishing onto his arms, making her having a hard time reaching. He chuckled lowly and hauntingly, making her frustrated. He readjusted, letting his arms fall to his side. Now Evelyn had 'good' reach. She messaged his mid back slowly. The contact had surprised him, and he leaned into her hands willingly.
Evelyn swallowed a ball of air deep in her throat as she felt Pyramid Head ease. This was a good sign—for once he wasn't all tense. She felt his back was slightly wet from the rain outside. Luckily he had taken a little shower. Evelyn breathed slowly, as Pyramid head literally leaned onto her slightly. She attempted to level him by leaning in closer, scooting forward a bit. Now they were completely pressed. She inched upward to his upper back, making circular motions on his shoulders. She pressed a little harder where he had rubbed, causing him to sway forward and back. A loud exhale through his nose was heard—like a bull. She felt him breathing on her shoulder, making her tense again. Slowly Pyramid Head felt his eye lids go heavy, and he was tempted to sleep. But he kept himself away by occasionally forcing his muscles to tense. Evelyn massaged the most tense part of his back first, slowly inching to his shoulders again. To do this she had to reach up a little far. Pyramid Head's breathing suddenly sped.
In his head, he could just see it—that feeling you get when you're just about to let it all out. The feeling of being wanted. The feeling of a woman under you. He felt it all, and suddenly he tensed again. Evelyn growled a bit, attempting to ease his hard muscles. But they didn't. Evelyn became slightly uncomfortable. She could feel his hands snake their way to her back, and surprisingly massaged back. Evelyn's heart paced up—she couldn't help it. He was rubbing against her back it was insane, it was freaky, it was…
"Uhh…" she grunted when he hit a rather sensitive spot. She swallowed her saliva, her eyes closing slightly as she laid her head on his shoulder. Pyramid Head continued to rub, pressing with minimum pressure. She inched forward, her legs slowly wrapping around his waist. Pyramid Head lured her in more when he lowered his hands to the curve of her back. Hold it in, Evelyn gritted her teeth in thought. She wanted to claw his freaking back apart. First he forced her face into his dirty, over used crotch and now he's feeling up her back all nice like. Evelyn couldn't stand it, she wanted to…
"Hnnnng," a moan escaped, fallowed by an accidental grinding of her hips against his. Pyramid Head froze for a bit, and Evelyn could tell that his halt of breathing means that he was startled. She bit her bottom lip, stiff again, waiting for him to probably pound her in the chest or rip her skin off. But nothing came. Instead, Pyramid Head continued the rubbing. Evelyn's body eased with satisfaction—once again she was actually comfortable. Right there….right..there, thank goodness heh.
Evelyn laid her head on his shoulder again, giving him more room to rub. She exhaled, her breath crawling on his skin, making it tingle. …shit, Pyramid Head thought, suddenly throwing her off of him. Evelyn's head roughly hit the wall. "AH!" she screamed, sliding down. Gazing up, her blurred vision barely made out an angry Pyramid Head. Her mind wandered—what in the world was his problem? Meanwhile, he was lost in his rising temper. Trying to trick me are you? Getting all soft…AND I FELL FOR IT FUCK! Turning, he slammed his fist onto the wall, creating a hole. Evelyn jumped at the impact, shaking nervously. Her eyes widened as he opened the door, slamming it shut so hard that a few if the hinges gave out. She heard him lift his Great Knife, dragging it away into the distance. And then…silence.
"…"
"Hhnnngrrr…" he growled, outside in the streets. Pyramid Head—he was Pyramid Head. A demonic being—evil. Made to kill and torture. His only forms of entertainment was rape. He wasn't meant to give a woman pleasure! So why the hell did he just gave a bitch human a back massage? Stopping, he placed his right hand on his large helmet, his body slouching forward. For a second, it looked as if he were having a head ache. "…" He shrugged his thoughts back, or at least tried to. Once again he was in this position. Turning his head, Pyramid head walked towards the closest brick building, leaning against it. Standing his Great Knife to its very pointed tip, he released it carelessly, allowing it to fall slam hard onto the cement ground. The sound vibrated in his helmet loudly, bouncing off its walls into his ear drums deafeningly, but he hadn't notice. Pyramid Head scanned the ground—or at least what he could make out as the ground. Slowly he leaned forward, almost about to tip over and fall in the same manor as his Great Knife. He hated the woman—she made him confused. Hell, if he was going to fall for her he would rather commit suicide.
He stopped tipping over, keeping his position. Fall…for a swine. I must be joking—it's all this bloody air getting in my skull, he quickly thought of an excuse.
There is no damn way he's going to let a woman get in his way of his work.
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