Author's Note: Hey guys. Btw, this story isn't going to be all about monsters and this is going to be a fairly short chapter. This is for a request I got from my dear friend Austadophilus. X
Valtiel & Fukuro Lady
He watched.
He watched like he always did as she writhed and twitched. He strengthened his grip when she almost dropped down to the floor. A close one he thought to himself. He didn't want his favourite plaything to become a pretty little stain on the tiled floor.
An electric sensation travelled down his spine in ecstasy at the sheer thought of her body sprawled on the floor. Her neat bob would be matted in her own blood. Her expression would be peaceful instead of the constant grimaces he caused her time and time again.
She was his. A body that was readily available to fulfil his needs. A mass of flesh and bone begging to be torn, sliced, bruised, broken, flayed, twisted and mutilated to his own disturbed liking.
There were times when she opened up to him. Willingly if she wanted a quick get away from his abuse. This happened, to both his surprise and delight, more often than the time he forced himself between her. He wasn't like that sexually frustrated caged-headed brute; but he would still have strong urges in his groin, screaming and begging him to give in to them.
And there she was. There to satisfy any fantasy or desire that he could possibly wish for.
Mesmerizing she was. Her tortured cries a melodic bliss ringing inside his ears. Her twisting, squirming and thrashing a graceful dance, a sweet ballet to his eyes. Her white blood stained dress seemed to shine as a light flashed on it.
Confused, Valtiel looked through the filthy glass only to be greeted to the sight of the Holy Mother.
She stood there nervously, her hand shaking as her sweaty hands held a firm grip on her handgun. She eyed him and then at the nurse he was abusing. She outstretched her arms, aiming at the glass. She grunted as she quickly changed her mind; slotting the gun at the back of her green mini-skirt and grabbing a steel pipe. The young girl steadied her position, the steel pipe over her head as she glared at the strange creature just above her shoulder.
Heather sighed, lowering her weapon, deciding not to attack. She had seen him many times before and he was always passive towards her. It's just a shame that they all weren't like that, she thought cynically. Her head turned over to the end of the corridor.
"Is that…a phone ringing…?" Heather spoke out loud, listening intently to the faint ringing in the distance. Her gaze shifted between the corridor and Valtiel for a few seconds. She steeled herself as she walked down the hall and entered the men's locker room, leaving the creepy duo behind.
The sight of the Holy Mother was reassuring to Valtiel; soon it will be time to achieve his purpose and assist in the birth of God, it was only a matter of time and patience now. However there was still much preparation to be done, much to his disappointment. He wanted to continue to relish in his entertainment but he has no other choice. He must bring God into the world; it is his duty.
Tying a rope around her ankles and suspending her from the ceiling, he crawled his way out of the glass cage, causing the a massive amount of blood to smear the window, hiding his precious love.
Hopefully that fool Coleman won't disrupt her and his plans.
Looking back at the glass room for a brief moment, he continued his journey to the valves.
Soon…they will be together again.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be longer I can assure you. Please review.