Hi again everyone, thank you for joining me on the quest for sexy silver bad boys who love to show us they are no strangers to B&D and S&M.
I have to give credit to Silvermercy for getting this chapter out, I've been sidetracked with painting and the dear girl has been reminding me, quite a bit, to hurry up and post this chapter. She needs her wicked Yaz/Daz fix so who am I to deny a girl there fix? I also with to say thanks for letting me use your funny Loz line, I cracked up when I saw it. I also wish to say thanks to Mavrosh for the use of her idea in regards to Yazoo's cruelty of his previous toy.
Seeshylover: Thank you very much for your review. I'm glad you liked Reno's nickname and hope you enjoy this chapter.
Irene Sharda: Hi my dear, long time no see. Thank you for your awesome review and Yeah, Rufus is a bag of fun isn't he? Not. And I have a few surprises in store for Reno so we'll see how he handles them. Tseng would like to forget the whole Remnant experience I'm sure, and I'll let you know in later chapters how they got out. Well the Turks can TRY to get them back, but I'm afraid Kadaj will have more maniacal plans in store.
Silvermercy: Thanks sweety, Yep, Reno is my favourite Turk. He cracks me up in the movie, he's quite funny so he'll stay the same in this fic. I can't wait for him to meet up with the Rems, sparks will fly with his wit and Kadaj's sarcasm.
Psycho Steph: Awwwww, I'm so glad you love my Reno. I'm having an absolute blast with him. I'm sure Elena will regret him knowing about her affair for sure, I wouldn't tell him anything. LMAO, poor Trudy. But she will get the last laugh on Reno, just you wait and see.
Alexj: OMG, thank you so much for that absolutely amazing review and I'm so happy your still with me on this. I'm ecstatic you think my writing is improving as I'm constantly trying to develop my style. Now my Rufus I got from talking to you about him, so he's built around your view of the blond ass. You know I love to hate him. Ha ha ha, Reno is such a fabulous mischief maker, I love to write him in this fic. Hmmmmmmm, Jenova's head going down on a cow, my sick sense of humour can actually envision that. Lmao. Yeah now they know who has the kids but, not sure how they will handle that information. I don't think Tseng and Elena will be too keen to meet up with them again. So glad you liked the Yuri, it was one of the easier parts to write. I hope everyone is intrigued with the artefacts, they will prove to be quite grave for them later on.
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As you may already know, I'm taking a few liberties with the Remnants in this story, there's really no solid reference to how they act or feel outside of *looking for mother,* so I've taken the essence of three boys without parental guidance and infused them into our Rems. I do this so hopefully you will see them as not just monotonous extensions of Sephiroth but their own individual selves with Sephy characteristics thrown in. They are still from him and have his traits but they have also grown into themselves along the way, especially when they are in each others company.
As you all know this Fic is AU, so I'm inserting certain things from our culture to add depth to the boys story. I will still be following the storyline of Advent Children to a point but adding my own personal touches. I know there will be a few out there that won't like the earthly insertions but Square Enix also inserted earthly effects into the story so I'm just extending it a bit. Kadaj did say that Cloud was the black sheep of the family and a sheep is an earthly animal so I'm taking liberties a bit. This story won't just be about the gang searching for mother, it will be about their personal growth along the way whether it be good or bad. I'll also be taking you deeper into their thoughts so they have to have complexity to a certain degree not just solely thinking about one purpose in life,(mother).
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WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING.
ADULTS ONLY Fan Fiction!
Yes, you know the drill. This Fic has rape, torture, gore, brutality, blood, character death in later chapters, language, Yaoi, bondage, sadism, ….I think you get the drift…..bad, bad things happen in this story.
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Yazoo sucked in a refreshing breath and languidly stretched. Slowly, he pushed back the sleepy veil from his body and attempted to awaken. Sensing an out of place warmness near his thigh, he looked down to see Kadaj's arch-nemesis curled up beside him purring contently.
"Kitty," he chuckled in delight at the little creature's fondness of him. "You live dangerously, I like that about you," he smiled at the orange cat and reached down to scratch under the scruffy creatures chin. The little animal lifted its head so Yazoo could get to all the right places and its blissful grumbling sound became louder.
The drowsy remnant looked around the dark room and guessed that night had descended upon the human realm, 'but, it wouldn't belong to them for long,' he thought in amusement. The quaint house was deathly quiet which roused his curiosity; the reviving silver shuffled off the bed and made his way out of his room
He gave the cat a final look to see if she would fall back asleep but Misskittyfantastic gave him an enquiring look as her bed mate stopped at the door. She stretched, a curious position of ass up high in the air, head down and front paws stretched way out in front of her as she clawed delightfully at the sheets. Yazoo just had to try it that way one day.
Down the hallway he trundled clothed only in his leather pants, bare feet completely silent upon the floorboards. He rubbed his eyes removing the crusty grit that accumulated in the corners during sleep. He'd heard tales of this *Sandman* sprinkling sand in children's eyes which supposedly made them fall asleep, he thought that was positively one of the most marvellous things he could think of to torture children. He loved it, but if this…*Mr Sandman* fucker, ever snuck in on him to try that shit, he'd blow his fucking face off with Velvet.
He came to Kadaj's room, silently opening the door and peeking in, his keen eyesight made out the youngest in the dark. He was lying naked, face down with the sheets twisted around his legs. He seemed every inch a boy as he lay there. 'So innocent…..when he's sound asleep,' thought Yazoo, but, he knew his little brother was most likely the deadliest entity on the planet right now. The middle child guessed everyone could look harmless when sleeping naked in a single bed with their bare-white-ass sticking out.
His stomach rumbled, the sound almost deafening in the silence that surrounded him and reminded the pretty remnant that he hadn't eaten in some time. It made the decision for him that he should seriously start thinking of it soon.
"Daj," he softly said and waited awhile but got no response. "Kadaj," he mumbled louder this time and was rewarded with an incoherent grunt from the youngest.
"I'm making something to eat, you hungry or what?" he queried his brother. Yazoo yawned while waiting for the youngest response and leant against the doorframe, sometimes it could take forever to rouse the brat.
Kadaj tossed a little then mumbled almost incoherently, "Don't-wanna-getup," then went completely quiet and still again.
Yazoo grinned at his brother's state, knowing the boy was still in the land of dreams and would have no idea what he'd just said. Pushing himself off the doorframe with his butt, he sidled up to the sleeping boy and ran gentle, featherlike strokes with his fingertips over that wonderful, pert butt. Kadaj could be the teenager from hell if he woke up in a bad mood; it all depended on the manner in which he was woken, to what mood he'd be in.
The middle remnant gently climbed onto the single bed, positioning himself on hands and knees with the youngest laying prone between them. Pulling his long curtain of silver locks to the side, he dipped his head and let nothing but his lips graze lightly over the soft luminous skin of Kadaj's lower back. Slowly releasing his hot breath over the cooler skin and eliciting a faint moan of bliss from his sibling.
He let his tongue slide forward to dance over the delectable flesh, the warm tip teasing as it flicked, sending Kadaj's skin into rippling Goosebumps and rousing the ever-willing teenager.
"I swear Yaz," groaned the sleepy boy against his pillow. "If they ever made an alarm clock that woke people up the same way you do, we'd be rich."
Yazoo smirked at Kadaj's good mood. His loving, wet muscle continued to tease the soft skin just above the boys crack and then deviously slide down between his cheeks. Kadaj's legs automatically spread wider, granting his brother access to the sacred, pink pucker. Yazoo quickly manoeuvred himself in between, allowing the youngest to open them further still.
The leader gave a youthful, boyish moan, fisting the sheets as Yazoo's mouth fully covered his sibling's snug hole. There his tongue tantalized for a few seconds, exploring the tight entrance with partial insertions then without warning, the pretty silvers hardened, spiked muscle dived vigorously into the wrinkled rim.
Kadaj moaned loudly at the sudden assault to his tunnel, lifting his firm, young ass further up off the bed for his brother to stab at again.
"Yazoo….." he groaned, and slowly catapillered up on his knees. He whined softly as his beloved brothers hand came up to stroke his hardening shaft while that wondrous tongue plunged into him. Each gentle stroke of his cock timed perfectly with every drive of hot muscle, earning the middle child a growing keen from his younger brother.
Kadaj pushed his butt out as far as he could, granting his brother permission for a deeper kind of penetration. He was ready to receive that wondrous hard length and waited patiently for the amazing morning glory that was coming his way.
His brother's response was unexpected, Yazoo pulled his tongue away then bit down brutally on the super-soft butt-cheek, the youngest whimpered loudly in anguished delight.
"I'm hungry Daj," said the middle child and Kadaj giggled. "Yeah I can see that," and was somewhat surprised when his sibling removed himself from behind and stood.
"As in food hungry," he grinned mischievously down at the confused youth, then turned on his heel and walked from the room.
Kadaj stayed on his knees as he watched Yazoo leave and he waited calmly for his brother to come back, but, his eyes narrowed in frustration when it became apparent that Yazoo wasn't going any further with the wakeup call.
"Yazoo…." he yelled, "you little bitch-troll from hell, I swear, you wake me up and leave me in the lurch….I'll cut your damn hair off!"
The young leader was now fully awake, hungry and horny. With Yazoo supposedly off preparing dinner, at least he had the prospects of filling one hole, but, he stayed there in position, fully expecting his brother to saunter back in and finish what he'd started.
Seconds passed, "YAZOOOO," he yelled again, but still his despicable sibling never appeared.
Kadaj seethed, "Oh no you don't!" he growled and stormed off the bed and in hot pursuit of the wicked one. He would find that prick teasing bastard alright, then, he would force Yazoo to finish what he started.
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Loz awoke with a terrifying start. He hit the lamp to *on* that sat beside his bed and jumped out all in one motion. Straight into fighting stance, stark naked and ready to take on whoever, or, whatever it was that had raucously awoken him. He took in his surroundings with blurry, blinking eyes, nothing attacking him here; he swivelled around as the noise screamed again, his gaze falling on his sleeping pet. His guard dropped somewhat as he looked upon the sleeping woman, how could the sweet thing sleep at a time like this? Then his fists sprung up and he bounded towards the door, ready to protect her from all.
He listened intently, trying to discern just what creature was in the hallway attacking.
Thudding feet, four of them. So the creature had four legs, that narrowed it down a bit. The loud slam as it hit the walls just outside his room, it must be fairly big.
Then the creature spoke, "You fucking bitch Yazoo," followed by more wall slams and Yazoo giggling almost hysterically.
Loz's shoulders sunk, 'Damn, no monster to fight,' he thought. The bulky eldest opened the door and stuck his head out, his eyes falling on a naked Kadaj. The youngest had his middle sibling grasped firmly in a headlock while trying to push Yazoo's face further south, without much luck.
"What-cha-doin?" queried Loz as his brothers continued their game. His baby brother looked up, a big smile plastered across his face but Yazoo was quite incapable to do the same.
"Teaching Yazoo, that he should always finish, what he starts," giggled Kadaj, and with the middle child securely still in a headlock, he dragged him back towards his room.
Yazoo for his part, attempted to resist, however he was severely hampered by the unyielding hold from the young leader and his laughter. Loz watched from his doorway as they wrestled tenaciously the whole way back. Slaps resonated down the hallway leaving angry red handprints on their luminous skin but it only served to cause louder grunts and giggles.
Walls cracked, pictures fell and smashed to the floor and he was sure there were a few punches thrown into ribs for good measure. Yazoo went for a cheap grab at what Kadaj had dangling in the breeze, the youngest easily deflecting the attack on his cock by twisting his hips around. The teenager happily returned the cheap shot by yanking hard on the pretty ones long, beautiful hair. Loz chuckled at the shrill cry that emanated from the middle child's lips.
"Not the hair Daj or I'll kick your ass," he squealed.
Their leader just laughed as he continued to manhandle the pretty remnant, "As if Yaz."
They disappeared into Kadaj's room and the door slammed shut but the wrestling match continued. Copious amounts of smashing sounds, walls cracking from body slams, laughter, insults and boyish squeals of enjoyable pain. Loz just shook his head. "Kids these days?" he mumbled.
The big guy was severely tempted to go throw himself into the mix but he had other things to occupy him at the moment. He turned back to look at her sweet form hidden underneath the sheets. The curve of her hips, the dip of her waist and her bare shoulder tempting him so seductively.
How she could sleep through his brothers rough games was fascinating. He moved closer, gripping the sheet in his strong hands and slowly, but gently, started to pull the material down off her body.
His heart beat faster, it was like revealing some incredible work of art, breathtaking. Her full breasts, that slim waist, firm ass. Loz was spellbound by his own personal unveiling, right down to the very tips of her little toes.
He stood and just watched her for a while, content just to gaze upon his pet. He smiled, his cock evidently thought the same thing as it rose to see her better, peeking out it's single eye, taking in every detail of her before continuing to harden and look directly up at him. It was like his dick was telling him, "OK, I've seen her and I want her, now take me over there and set me loose stud?"
Loz nodded at the silent conversation between him and his one eyed friend, he leisurely crept upon the bed and lay down beside her.
Her breathing was irregular, fast and shallow and he knew that she was indeed awake. 'The little fox was just tricking me' he thought and smiled at her cleverness.
The big silver gripped her arse and pulled her in close, grinding his hardened shaft against her thigh and her eyes flew open.
He smiled beguiling at her, "Wanna ride the bucking Chocobo?" he excitedly asked but his happy face dropped when she looked at him like he'd suddenly sprouted two heads.
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Tegan sat in the cold darkness; it seemed like she had been in this suffocating black ink for ages, can one be touched by darkness? Could you feel the threatening shadow against your skin? It closed in on her from every angle, suppressing her limbs if she even thought about moving. How much time had passed, hours, days?….it felt like days.
The traumatised girl tossed every idea over in her mind in the unending gloom, what she could say to Rufus that would get her off his shit list, wondering what it would cost her. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to tell the blond to fuck off! Anyone that wanted the demise of their own father surely wouldn't think twice about killing an ex-girlfriend. The panicked brunette was sure most people thought of ways to annihilate an ex or two, or at the least, make them suffer to a satisfactory degree.
What would she do to save her skin? Tegan guessed that like most, she would pretty much do anything.
If Rufus put the ultimatum to her of *your life or the Company,* she wouldn't hesitate to sign on the dotted line, Tegan really couldn't care less about the damn Company anyway, that was her fathers dream, she just enjoyed the money that went with being part of it. The prospect of marrying him wasn't looking so depressing from this pitch-black and dead point of view. Tegan found herself feeling very agreeable to whatever the young President of Shinra had to offer right now, as long as she had the opportunity to still breath at the end of it.
The nervous girl was jolted out of her daydreaming when a loud click echoed throughout the pitch-black room, then something metallic slide eerily across the in darkness.
'Oh Fuck he's coming.' The girl panicked.
Suddenly with a click, the blackness was blindly illuminated; Tegan dropped her head and squeezed her eyes closed from the sudden pain of the bright light. Listening intently to the sound of feet slowly moving closer until she knew whoever this was, stood right in front of her.
The captive kept her head down, black hair forming a curtain around her face and helping to obscure the glare. Trying to get her eyes to adjust to the bright light, she opened them briefly to catch a glimpse of black boots near her feet.
'Oh no, no, no. Rufus never wore black.' She thought to herself. 'So….he had sent someone else to do his dirty work, one of his Turks perhaps,' that greatly limited her influence to get herself out of this situation. Tegan had bothered to get to know only a few Turks, of course there was Elena, her lover. And she knew Tseng fairly well, then there was the bald dude and the redheaded mouthpiece that was always at his side, damn it, if only she had gotten to know them all a little better.
She rapidly opened and closed her lids, trying to will her eyes to adjust and focus for her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she became accustomed to the glare and Tegan dared to look at those feet again.
Definitely not Rufus, those black boots seemed way too menacing for him to wear, she let her eyes travel up his legs…scary black boots…black leather pants….black jacket… then, the long silver hair and those creepy cold eyes came to view.
Tegan's heart froze in her chest, the icy tendrils shot out through her veins and her mind reeled. He simply stood there watching her unemotionally and when it all dawned on her, she let out a blood-curdling scream. The lost memory of him and the altercation at the club came rushing back at her with a jarring jolt as well as his threat. What did he say again? 'Your so fucked bitch,' …..yep that was it.
So, that's right, her aching face was because of him and his fist and her situation was even more dire then she could have ever imagined.
Tegan immediately tried to scramble back away from him as best she could, the combination of dizziness and having her hands tied behind her back caused her to clamber around like a drunk trying to get to her feet, lurching wildly without making much ground.
'Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, no-no-no, this is bad, very bad,' the brunette told herself as she attempted to stumble away.
He idly followed her retreating path, just calmly watching her struggle until she slammed into the back wall; sliding down to land ungracefully on her arse. Her gold speckled brown eyes nervously travelled from his slow approaching feet, up to his impassive face as he closed the distance.
His emotionless glare eerily drilling into her, it was this deadpan mask of detachment that told her she was in serious trouble. "So,tell me again,what am I?" he casually asked while giving her a small cynical smile.
Tegan physically cringed as he stood there looking down at her, waiting to hear if she had the guts, or stupidity, to repeat the churlish things again. Right now, all she wanted to tell him was that he was the most fantastic man on this planet, simply because she had never been more scared of anyone in her life. Rufus paled in comparison to this guy, simply because she didn't have a clue of what he was geared up to do to her. A violent stranger had her at his mercy, no one could ever know the feeling of being tied up at their feet, wondering what he would do, who could save them? Not unless they had been in such a predicament themselves.
Rape, torture, mutilate or even kill, what was so terrifying was that she could do nothing to stop him if he was intent on causing her harm. He had taken the time and care to quickly plan her abduction, which was obviously successful. He was clearly prepared to physically hurt her to obtain what he wanted and mock the higher circle in which she lived, so he was smart, ruthless and fearless. She nervously glanced up at him and she could see it straight away, yes, he was without fear which increased hers tenfold. What was this place, where were they, if she screamed would anyone hear her, would they come to her rescue?
Right now, she was desperately wishing it was Rufus who had her, 'not this guy, please anyone but him.' she pleaded with herself.
Rufus knew her mouth and how it ran on its own brainpower sometimes. What she said to this guy was just plain rude and bitchy, she really couldn't remember him doing anything to deserve it. But she had been in a dark mood and he and his brother were handy. Tegan had been told many times that her mouth would get her into trouble one day; she guessed 'that day' was at hand then.
"Please, I'm sorry…. I didn't mean what I said." she whimpered, apologetically looking to his unemotional face.
He gracefully crouched down besides her, looking to the ground and that mask changed to one of sadness. Tegan hoped from that look that he was having regrets about hurting her and this whole thing was just one big misunderstanding.
"Please…I'm really, really sorry, your brother was just freaking me out and I said the first thing that came to mind and everybody tells me that I shouldn't just blurt things out but I can't help it sometimes and, and, and I didn't mean to piss you off and you don't look like circus freaks and your brothers not a…. cockwash and I'm positive your really smart and don't have shit for brains, It's just…. I say things I shouldn't sometimes." she took a deep breath after her tirade and waited. Would he accept her heartfelt apology and let her go? Tegan swore to herself that she would keep her tongue in check if he did.
He lifted his eyes to hers and just held the look for a long time, Tegan clung to a faint hope that he was seriously considering her words before a small smile played out across his lips, and, it was not a sincere smile in the least. The hairs on the back of her neck stood out in warning, even they could feel the evil intent behind that smirk.
"You know!" he finally said in a low, beguiling tone, "your really boring me."
Slowly the intimidating figure stood, looking down at the girl and holding her fearful eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and then he turned and walked away.
The dumbfounded young woman watched his retreating leather clad back, while she was glad that he had left, it did give her the opportunity to look around and the sight scared her even more?
Tegan found herself in a room that seemed to be totally made out of concrete; it had a bunker type appearance and feel to it. There were all sorts of horrific implements hanging on one wall and what looked like a morgue examination table against another. As she craned her neck around the brunette noticed a small shower cubicle in one corner and beside that a toilet and basin and the ceiling had some sort of pulley system going on with ropes and rings attached to it.
'OH FUCK NO…NO….NO!' thought Tegan.
Tegan watched his every move intently as the malicious prick proceeded in taking off his gloves, placing them carefully on the creepy table, slowly turning around to face her and leisurely unzipped his long, black jacket. Teag's was terrified of him, what were his intentions? Surely he couldn't be thinking what she thought he was thinking, to actually use any of these instruments against her. Tegan's eyes flitted from the creepy silver to the sharp looking knives behind him, her panting breaths and fearful eyes would leave no doubt in his mind of just how scared she was.
Her terrified mind tried to silently talk her out of it, 'he wouldn't, he couldn't, people didn't do this sort of shit to others,' she told herself. But the callous look on his pretty face left her very nervous.
"Please…whoever you are…my dads real rich…if you let me go, you can have as much as you want….. please just let me go!" pleaded the girl.
He stopped dead still and stared hard at her, seemingly shocked that she had spoken. A small rise at the corners of his lips portrayed his amusement at the offer, he shook his silver head and finished unzipping. Tegan watched as the he deftly reached up and grabbed hold of his collar, peeling his jacket off in one smooth motion and leaving him naked from the waist up.
She scrutinised his torso despite her fear, his shimmering pale skin had a slight silver hue to it and even more so did his small, pert nipples. It seemed like his skin had a transparency to it, inhuman to some degree. He was majestic to gaze upon, long silver hair, almost iridescent skin, and his muscles laying taunt beneath, definable and clear cut but not pronounced. If he had decreed he was the son of Minerva, Tegan wouldn't have been surprised. She'd never seen a boy more beautiful, yet she knew that demons harboured within the images of angels. Sephiroth was a clear cut example of that.
He placed the garment carefully beside his gloves and sauntered back to stand over her.
"What!….do you think this is about money little girl?" He shook his platinum head in a negative manner and smirked, that amazing curtain of silver silk swaying over his pale bare shoulders.
"This was never about money; it's all about you and your offensive mouth." he snarled.
Tegan was unprepared as he quickly reached forward, grabbing a fist full of black tresses and hauled her roughly to her feet, she squealed in alarm as he crushed her body up against his and held her tightly.
The frightened girl made no attempt to pull away from his bare chest even though the proximity of him frightened her immensely. Looking up to him, she became aware of his scrutinizing eyes, he was taking in every nervous breath she took, every whimper that escaped her throat, every shudder that her body made. It made her focus on her condition, she could feel her trembling lips, the tears sliding down red and no doubt bruised cheeks, a very unsteady stance and her vulnerability before him. Is this what he was seeing as well? Was this what he wanted, to see her crying and regretting her harsh words, or did he want to see her broken?
Tegan swallowed hard peering into the depths of his strange eyes, trying to fathom his intensions behind the veil of cold glassy green orbs. The hopelessness of the situation suddenly slipping into the edges of her overwhelmed mind and deepening her despair.
His face remained expressionless while they studied each other, he was obviously relishing every moment of her torment, delighting in it. Burning it into his memory so he could play it back later. Tegan sent a prayer to the goddess for him to find pity in his heart, for him to free her hands and let her go.
Without warning he turned, dragging her towards the small shower in the corner. Holding her tightly by the back of the hair, he reached in and turned the water on full, un-ceremonially shoving her under the stream clothes and all.
The room was cold but the water was freezing, Tegan squealed out loud as the icy torrent saturated with a sharp needle like effect, almost stealing the breath from her lungs. Her creamy skin raised up in bumps and her body trembled harder as she fought to remain standing under the torturous almost molesting feel of icy jabs .
Just when the thought that warmth seemed a distant memory for her, he turned it off and hauled her stumbling to the centre of the room. The silver haired menace brutally threw her face first to the floor, with her hands still tied behind her back; Tegan hit the ground hard, crying out in pain.
"P-please d-don't hurt me!" she frantically shrieked, her teeth chattering uncontrollably from how distressingly cold she was. Her whole body convulsed on the cement floor, even if her hands weren't tied Tegan doubted that she could stand. Her limbs weren't hers any more, he'd made them his, useless for what she wanted but perfect for what he wanted.
"W-why are you doing this?…. I'm begging you…. please." she cried out hysterically, as the evil sound of his sniggering reached her ears.
"I don't think…you're begging nearly hard enough, yet." he scorned.
She screamed out in pain as he drove his knee down into the small of her back, pinning her in place on the floor.
"Please-please I'm begging you….I'm begging…I'm begging…please stop!" if he simply wanted her to beg him not to hurt her, she was more then willing to accommodate his needs. Tegan's mind was struggling to find that particular something, that would halt to his evil intentions. She couldn't believe he was doing this, even as the events were unfolding before her eyes she couldn't believe it.
Her horror increased as she felt him roughly take hold of one ankle and pull it back up towards her bound hands, effectively securing three of her four limbs.
"What do you want from me?" she screamed into the cold concrete. "I said I'm sorry and I'm begging…..please tell me what you want please I'll do it….just tell me what you want." she sobbed out.
She was aware of his shift in position and felt his menacing presence close in on her.
"You're already giving me what I want," he whispered into her ear, she couldn't see him but the amusement in his voice was unmistakable.
Tegan lay face down on the freezing floor as water from her drenching started to pool around her shaking body. Fear, cold and tears, they all contributed to her shivers and she tested the ropes of her tied limbs, they were securely bound. Many loops around her wrists left her with the feeling of being well and truly fucked indeed.
She felt him fumbling with her free leg and something tight wrapped around her booted ankle, too scared to look back at what he was doing, her mind tried to decipher what he could possibly have in store for her.
Then, a horrible squeaking sound, and slowly her free leg was being dragged up off the floor behind her.
Tegan screamed as the rope around her ankle tightened, painfully arching her up backwards as her weight slowly left the floor in this cruel hog tied position. He stopped when she was about five feet off the ground, tying it off, he walked back to stand before her in this painful upside down position.
It left her feeling so utterly vulnerable and exposed and totally at this psycho's mercy. Her stretched out leg felt like it was about to fail her altogether and she was sure her head was going to explode as the blood rushed in.
The girl jolted in the ropes as his hands roamed over her body and Tegan let out whimpered sobs at his touch.
He stopped, turning away and Tegan watched his bare back as he walked over to the wall that held a multitude of sharp scary implements. The sadistic bastard reached up and grabbed hold of a huge knife, turning back towards her and slowly sauntered back.
Tegan's eyes opened wide in alarm, "OH NO….PLEASE NO…PLEASE!" She screamed, positive that he was going to end her life right now. Her words echoed out into wracked sobbing as he neared.
He stood in front of her bringing the knife up close to his face, and with his thumb tested the sharpness of the blade. He seemed satisfied and reached out, sliding the flat of the blade between her blouse and skin.
Tegan wailed, expecting to feel a sharp slicing cut, but, it never came. He pulled down and out in one forceful wrench, slicing the garment in half and causing her to whimper with the force. Reaching up with his free hand, he grabbed hold of her bra next, easing it gently away from her skin with his long slender fingers before slicing it in two, exposing her small breasts to him. His eyes roved over her bared form but there was no emotion displayed in them.
Moving round behind, he cut away the remainder of her top and bra throwing the wet items in a heap against the wall. With a sickening feeling she felt the flat side of the blade slide up under the material of her jeans right over her butt cheek, then with another wrench, she felt the material part.
The spiteful prick did the same with the other side and almost violently, he hacked away the rest of her jeans, but surprisingly, never once did he cut her. He stood back leering for a moment, and then seemingly satisfied, he left her hanging in just lace pants and boots.
Tegan screamed as he took a ruthless handful of her hair and dragged her face up to his.
"Ok princess." he sneered. "Now the real fun begins…..time for you to scream."
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Kadaj plodded down the cellar stairs distractedly thinking of his brothers wakening mouth on his back and sighed in delight. No ones mouth left him feeling so utterly blissful like Yazoo's. Maybe his new blond pet might turn out to be just as luscious as Yazzy, he highly doubted it but one could wish.
He unlocked the door and entered, beaming a smile at the gorgeous boy sitting in the semi-dark of the corner. "Miss me beautiful?" he snidely commented before closing the door again, he never locked it however, this would give his charge a sense that there was a chance to rectify his current situation as captive. The youngest loved to give his caged quarry a sense of some hope, then delighting in their wretchedness as he cruelly wrenched it away from them.
Those dreamy blue eyes looked at him with a mixture of hate and fear, the youngest noticed his toy had ripped the sleeve off his shirt to dab at his blood soaked face.
One cheek was puffy and bruised as well as the boys eye, the corner of his eyeball where it should have been white, was an unhealthy red from ruptured blood vessels. His wondrous pouting lips were purple and split, Kadaj tried to decide if they would look better wrapped around hid dick healed, or ruined and bleeding as they now were, both were appealing to him.
In the dim light the boy's gender was even more indiscernible, his long blond hair hung loose and he used it as a shield to hide his face, a face that was undoubtedly feminine yet retained a masculine chin. High wing shaped dark brows, plucked to a standard of not to thin to suggest outright femininity, but left one guessing.
Kadaj momentarily had a disturbing thought, was he a beautiful feminine boy….or…..some kind of dyke? 'NO!, oh hell no,' he thought in sheer panic, then remembering the hit's the boy had taken. No girl, no matter how tough, could have taken those hits like he had despite his delicate nature. But, he looked intently over the boy still, the super smooth face devoid of all hair, not a single trace of stubble got him biting anxiously on his bottom lip.
Kadaj, angry at this possible deception by his new toy, strode with furious purpose over to the cowering teenager sitting in the corner.
The human teen prepared himself for the assault, lashing out with both feet as the young leader came within range. Scoring a hit to the shines before Kadaj kicked the attack to the side and launched himself on top on the *might be* boy.
They struggled only momentarily before the silver demon captured the thrashing, thin wrists and hauled them over the kids head, easily pinning them in place with one hand.
With his free hand he didn't hesitate to reach down between the *might be* boys legs and grip firmly. Instant relief flooded through him as his fingers found the distinctive bump of a penis and the boy cried out in pain within the unforgiving, clenching fist.
Immediately Kadaj stood, leaving his prise trembling on the floor, and once again happy with the situation, he walked back to slowly lowered himself down on the concrete. Leaning against the closed door, he studied the kid who was making an effort to right himself after the sudden and confusing *attack & retreat* tactic.
They continued to stare at each other, neither one speaking. The room was empty aside from a bed up against the wall and as with Yazoo's little torture chamber, there was a shower, toilet and small basin.
Kadaj's little mind games continued, he knew the silence would be terribly un-nerving for the battered, nervous boy. He decided to push his captive a little harder, force a response from the pretty boy so he could retaliate with sexual aggression, nothing got Kadaj harder then that.
"In case you're wondering, this is the only way out." He indicated to the door behind him with a tilt of his silver head.
"So if you want to save your girlfriends, before they meet a grisly fate….. then you have to go through this door to do it." He smiled, reaching up and behind him to tap the door with his leather clad knuckles. He hoped to coax the kid into action, the boy, not tempted by his tormenting, just looked to the ground and continued with his nursing.
"No…not feeling in a very chivalrous mood hey?" mocked Kadaj and continued with his sardonic story of terrifying deeds against the boy's friends.
"You know….I would just hate…to think what my brothers are doing to them right now." he rested his head back against the door, raised his eyes to the ceiling and gave a short, scornful laugh.
"Especially Yazoo, he can be a spiteful bastard you know and without even trying. But seeing he's in the mood to really hurt someone, well….. I'll just leave it to your imagination what kind of, unimaginable pain, he's going to put her through."
Kadaj laughed maniacally as he remembered a particular incident involving Yazoo's peculiar type of…..humour, he hoped telling the kid this story would encourage the boy to flare up even just a little. He repositioned himself, getting comfortable before he began his narrative. "There was this one time, Yazoo really wanted to see this kids smile, but, the little retard refused," the puzzled silver demon shook his head in confusion, giving the blond a bewildered snort of scorn at the actions of the stubborn dimwit.
"All the dumb shit had to do was smile, just once, and it would have made Yazoo happy. But noooooooooo, this kid just wouldn't. So, I held his head while Yazoo grabbed a knife, and he cut a gaping big hole, from the corners of this stupid shits mouth, right up to his earlobes," Kadaj giggled at the memory. "He had a permanent fucking smile from then on in, let me tell you."
He glanced towards his young prisoner again and this time he was rewarded with a truly hateful glare from the kid.
The Remnant smiled at that loathsome look, "What! I just held his head, don't look at me like it was my doing,?" he chuckled and the blond looked to the ground.
The Remnant ran a hand through his silky silver hair, moving it out of his eyes to get a better view of the reactions fleeting across that pretty, androgynous face and decided to antagonise just a bit more.
"So my little sextoy, just out of curiosity, do you have any idea why I've dragged you here?" Kadaj watched as the kid kept his gaze on the floor, obviously not prepared to guess at why he was in this situation.
Kadaj raised his brows at the beaten youth, "Shall I tell you then?" seeing this was turning out to be a one sided conversation the silver boy continued on without waiting for a reply.
"I brought you here, so you could use those full, sweet, pink lips of yours, to make me nice and hard." The hot and horny silver let a gloved hand wander over his already stiff shaft that was straining inside tight leather pants. He chewed on his bottom lip seductively and momentarily closing his jade eyes to add his own enjoyment to the picture of blissful oral sex.
When he returned his gaze to the pretty boy, he was delighted to see the youth had turned his back on him. Clearly, the blond didn't want anything to do with Kadaj's little anticipated romp. A struggle was certainly on the agenda tonight and Kadaj was enjoying every moment of his little theatrical act.
The young leader continued on regardless of his unenthusiastic audience. "Then…. I'm going to turn you around …spread your firm, young, ass cheeks wide open, and ram my huge, hard cock so far up inside you…."
The blond swung round to face him. "You don't get to touch me!" he yelled, interrupting the foretelling of his intended rape by the silver menace.
Kadaj let out a small cynical laugh and raised his eyebrows in question, "and your going to stop me are you?" The boy looked away at the statement, apprehension showing in those beautiful blue eyes as he almost desperately, looked for the strength within himself to fight off a superior opponent.
The indomitable young leader would love to feel what his captive was feeling right now. Oh! he'd felt what being tied up, flogged and unable to fight back felt like thanks to his sadistic, asshole of a brother. But what would it be like to be able to fight back, yet, be so overpowered that you could do nothing to save yourself? Kadaj had never known that feeling, to be less then someone else. He'd always felt superior to everyone, even Yazoo and Loz to some degree. And having such overwhelming power left him longing for the feeling of being powerless. He envied the boy right now, he wished the tables were turned but he knew that would never happen. He had more strength his right hand then the boy had in his entire body and it sometimes left him feeling bitter, here was something that Kadaj could never have and it pissed him off severely.
"You know, you can fight me all you like but you'll loose, or you can come over here and play nice…and not get hurt, well….. not overly hurt put it that way."
Kadaj's fingers slipped inside the waistband of his leather pants, gently he tickled the tip of his stiff cock causing tingles to shoot out through his body. The young silver bared his teeth and a hiss escaped his throat. His body automatically arched up into his affectionate hand and he spread his legs open further to allow deeper access to his huge cock.
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Andrew pulled his knees up hugging them in tightly into his chest. He searched his mind desperately for a way out of here, anything to be away from this insidious little prick but nothing presented itself. He was terribly afraid for the girls, he could only imagine what they might be going through, but right now, he was more scared for himself.
His eyes darted over to the silver haired boy, there was no doubt in the fearful boys mind as to what this cocksucker expected from him. Drew expected nothing but pain from what was coming his way and he tried not to think of what would happen after he'd be used tonight. He wasn't feeling too hopeful that this silver boy would just let him walk free when he was done and the fear of dying at the hands of his captor lay like a dead weight in the pit of his stomach.
But despite all the foreboding thoughts circulating around in his mind, his eyes drifted back to his attacker. The sight of that aggressive bastard sitting contently there with his hands down his pants, those open lips and the dreamy look in his green eyes, Drew's breath hitched in his chest just a little.
Andrew turned from the seductive sight arching against the door, remembering all too clearly that he had come out worse for wear on both occasions when he had taken on this silver fighter, he sure as hell wasn't eager to repeat it.
A part of him did want to fight this guy all the way, right to the end. Why the hell should he make it easy for this fucker, why should he give him something he didn't deserve? His heart and body belonged to another, what gave this violent and hostile nutjob the right to take what didn't belong to him?
Then there was another part of him that wanted to submit eagerly to whatever this one wanted. Just hoping that the pain and humiliation would only last one night and then he would be safe at home with Sam.
His face was killing him, he knew the malicious little fucker had broken his nose and his lips felt like they'd been through a meat grinder. His ribs hurt, his shoulders hurt, the back of his skull felt like it was ready to explode and Drew was flat-out trying to find something that didn't hurt.
He couldn't understand it, where the hell did these guys come from that made them so angry and hateful towards another human being. Drew had only acted to save the girls, yet this silver boy treated him with continued extreme and violent hostility. This fighter, enjoyed the hurt he inflicted on someone that he didn't have a reason to keep hurting.
Drew had seen many fights at the clubs, guys would have a good old punch-up and then it was over. One got his ass kicked and one was the victor, it was all sorted after that, *Game over.*
But this game Drew didn't understand, this evil bastard would know he had won, now he was just being cruel and vicious beyond the blonds understanding. He'd won, both of them knew it, so why continue to shame and hurt the defeated.
He gently wiped at another tear that leaked from his swollen eyes with a trembling hand and tried to find the lesson to be learnt by all of this, if there was a lesson to be learnt. Maybe, *never take for granted that some narcissistic, cock-sucking-fucking-prick, wanted to glorify himself by hurting someone that wasn't as strong,* was all the battered blond could come up with right now.
His heart leapt in fright as out of the corner of his tear filled eyes, the menace stood and approached him.
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Kadaj watched the turmoil going on behind those beautiful blue eyes, even if the boy had asked him why he was doing this, the silver youth wouldn't have told him the truth. He would have simply said "because I can."
But deep down the youngest Remnant just wanted to feel, he wanted to feel everything that being human had to offer. All the emotions that they displayed, the ones that he had difficulty with, the ones Yazoo refused to show, the ones Loz succumbed to so frequently. And most of all that elusive one that he would never know, helplessness. It intrigued the young leader to see it in their eyes, fear, dread, hopelessness. Also a total willingness to please him, all mixed with salty tears and trembling lips. How could he not love the one that held that look just for him?
When he appeared to be on the verge of killing them and they knew it, they'd reach a trembling hand out to touch him timidly, begging for mercy with just that simple contact. He would take a purposeful step closer and they'd capture his waist in a tender embrace, still begging without a word, just a silent link between them that could never be expressed any other way. He would run his fingers through their hair as they clung to him lovingly, they held him tight against their frightened bodies. It was in this moment that Kadaj felt completely excepted, wholly adored and utterly loved.
He would kill again and again to find the one that gave him this feeling, but, he only wanted it from the chosen ones, the special few he deemed worthy of his attentions. If a stranger came to him for his affections, Kadaj wouldn't hesitate to gut them on the spot and watch them die in agony.
But it was this tender moment that the young remnant longed for, when his chosen captive revered him more then a God, or, more then a former Godlike General. When they had more submission in their eyes then *he* could ever evoke. When they loved him enough that his mere touch caused them to moan in appreciation.
He didn't care that this devotion was forced from them in a artificial manner, the resulting emotion was real enough and he longed to feel it with each human lover.
Kadaj took the phrase *you got to be cruel to be kind* to the extreme, but the rewards were purely euphoric for him.
He would never be in their situation, so he would force them to endure it. Take his chosen ones and twist them forcefully, immorally, into his worshipers.
He believed he was the closest thing to a supreme being on this planet, not some ones puppet and certainly not a tool to be used.
He was Kadaj, he was a leader, and when he was done with those that would use him, this world and everything in it, would be his.
The silver youth stood, slowly taking small steps towards the figure curled up in the corner. The kids head shot towards the menacing approach, his eyes widening in fear a little more with each step Kadaj made that brought him closer. The little demon stopped halfway across the room, spreading his arms out wide and did a complete turn.
"So, what do you think of our little Honeymoon suit then?" he sarcastically said moving off towards the bed.
"Looks real comfy don't you think?" He bent down and grabbed a plump pillow; teasingly rubbing it up and down over his groin and intimidating the nervous blond even more.
"You coming over here by yourself, or do I have to make, you come over?" he lowered his face and glared from between his fringe, giving the boy a deadly serious look.
If the kid wasn't panicked before then he was now. He stared at Kadaj, his swollen lips moved as if to say something but nothing came out and his eyes shot towards the now unblocked escape route.
Kadaj gave a small mocking chuckle, his eyes moving to the unlocked door and then back to the kid.
He offered his hand towards the exit, "Please, by all means, try for it if you like, but if you do," he bent his head down lower so he was at eye level with the scared blond. "Its really, going to hurt!" he chided.
The pretty boy thought for a while then seemed to come to a decision. He rose slowly, sliding up the wall while keeping his eyes glued on Kadaj. Hesitantly he took a slow uncertain step toward him, then another, then another. Nervously looking from the silver to the bed and back again, he finally closed his eyes and swallowed the lump that had obviously formed in his throat. Kadaj watched in fascination at the emotions that ran across the boys face, fear… doubt… concern and finally resignation.
The young leader pondered the untimely surrender from the boy and what it meant for balance of the game. Daj never enjoyed a compliant companion right from the start, he liked them to fight for his love. Even when he and Yaz desired each others company, he knew the middle sibling could turn on him without the slightest provocation resulting in pain for the youngest. But that's what made it exciting, unpredictable and somewhat dangerous. And even though he knew Yazoo wouldn't kill him…he sometimes wasn't quite sure how far his brother/lover would go when he disappeared into the Yazoo's Funzone.
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The middle remnant had tried to explain it to his younger brother once. "It takes you over….like their pain gives me pleasure. And the more they hurt, the more it drives me to a higher euphoric state. I'm pushed somewhere dark but perfect…..where there's only me and this feeling of ecstasy. I know my body is going through the motions of causing them pain…..but I can't feel myself doing the action. And my mind in this place, is only aware of the resulting sensation sent to my body."
Daj shook his head in confusion. "So, in other words, you have no idea what your doing to them, or how vicious and sadistic you are, just the effect it sends to your dick?"
The pretty one looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. The youngest raised his brows in astonishment and pointed to the older. "Your not touching me again Yazzy!" And Kadaj turned and left, leaving the bewildered silver boy in his wake.
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The youngest now looked at the nervous blond making his way to the end of the bed, the boy then did something that Kadaj had expected all along. HE BOLTED, straight for the door.
His gorgeous toy made it there, turned the handle and had the door slightly open before Kadaj slammed into him with full force, crushing him into the closing door. The vindictive silver demon quickly grabbed a fistful of fair hair with one hand, and with the other, grabbed the kid's slim wrist, yanking it up painfully behind his back, locking him in place and ending his chance of escape.
The boy had the wind knocked out of him with the force of Kadaj's impact, but still struggled against him even though it was futile, he had no where near the strength Kadaj had.
"I guess, we have a bit of a trust issue going on, now don't we?" said Kadaj through gritted teeth. He was delighted with this small act of insolence, it gave him the excuse to put his hands on his sweet prize again.
"What did I tell you would happen, if you tried this?" he yanked hard on the kid's hair and jerked his arm up higher, eliciting a deep cry of pain from the boy.
Moving in close, he pushed his tight, leather-bound body in hard against the soft, supple flesh of his captive. The feeling of that squirming, pain induced form against his encased cock sent shivers down his spine and his heart beat a little faster.
With his clenching fist full of blond hair, he dragged the boys head back, keeping his other fist and the boys captured wrist planted into the small of his preys back. He bent the youth painfully backwards, till those fair locks rested against his chest and he could look down into those terrified Caribbean blue eyes.
Kadaj let his head dip forward, his platinum hair falling forward to form a frame around not only his face, but the blond youths as well. It was like a silver curtain that lowered from one perfect face to boarder another, shielding them from everything else except each other.
The cherub ran his lips gently over the ruined soft tissue and dried blood that coated his soon to be lovers face. He spoke softly, slowly so his mouth moved sensually over the sensitive skin.
"What did I tell you would happen?" he whispered tenderly and his parted lips continued to explore that satin smooth cheek.
The sweet thing in his hold whimpered under his touch, his free hand came up to gently cover the cruel hold Kadaj had on his hair but he didn't try to pull free.
The youngest Remnant let his mouth wander to those cut and swollen lips of his captive, slowly he added more pressure. The boys head was caught between the fistful of hair Kadaj had and the sadistic silvers mouth. His fearful whimpers became louder as Kadaj steadily applied more force, crushing those already lacerated lips in this vicelike grip.
The cruel one didn't stop increasing the pressure until the kid wailed loudly against his lips and he felt the satisfying sensation of the blonds' blood pooling around his own mouth.
He pulled back a fraction, "don't, make me ask you twice," he snarled into that frightened face.
The injured boy gave a whimper before answering in a gush of pain, "you said it would hurt!" he cried out. Kadaj watched a tear creep from the corner of his pretty ones eye, it slowly trickled towards that high cheek bone before quickly sliding into oblivion.
Kadaj smiled sinisterly and smugly enquired, "well, does it?"
The blond closed his eyes, "yes," he choked out, "yes it hurts!"
The evil angel grinned and his lips found the tender skin of desirable youth again.
"So, next time I say it's going to hurt, will you trust me beautiful?"
The boys answer almost caught in his throat, "Yes!"
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Yazoo looked at the silhouette of the girl hanging contorted before him, he'd left her in lace underpants and knee high boots for now, he was only interested in her mouth at the moment anyway.
The brunette was crying so hard that her words were coming out in hiccupped sobs, she was unable to complete full sentences without that seductive little sound that never failed to amuse Yazoo.
"PL…'huk.'…EASE!… Don't hurt me. I'm so..'huk.'..orry, please-please-please don't," she begged him. Her prone form left her defenceless against him, all the bitch could do was beg, cry and make that pleasing little hiccup sound.
Yazoo ignored her pathetic pleas, walking back over to his display wall he selected the unique, individual blade he affectionately referred to as 'Faith.'
When this knife was in his skilful hands his victims usually screamed out to their God or Goddess for help tenaciously, thus, he nicknamed it Faith.
It was a skinning knife, only about 11 inches long with the curved blade measuring 6 inches but he could control it better then the bigger bulky knives he had. He didn't need to test this ones sharpness, he kept it that way all the time, after all, it was his favourite.
Slowly ambling back with a satisfied, smug smile, he bent down so he was face to face with the wench.
"This!" he said, letting her see his smirk as well as the knife he held up to her face. "Is going to hurt you….a lot more then it's going to hurt me!"
He enjoyed her look of terror as she looked at the blade just inches from her face and the strangled moan that escaped her throat.
The satisfied silver straightened slowly, moving his free hand over her body and trying to decide where to make his first cut. His slender fingers stopped at her left breast and he ran his thumb over the delicate pink nub there.
The middle remnant found nothing sexually appealing about this action, it was just a means to an end for him. It was the act of pain that he found more alluring, he would get more pleasure from her blood and screams then her body. That was how he worked, he took pleasure in hurting the ones that hurt mother. He'd show them all just how insignificant they truly were compared to her, they'd return mother to former glory and watch as she annihilated these lesser life forms forever more.
He stroked the raised, pink flesh with his thumb. "I think we'll start here, what do you think?"
"PLEASSSSE!" she screamed her loudest yet. "Please, I'll do anything you want, anything, please don't hurt me."
Yazoo raised his silver brows and undeterred by her pleas, brought the knife up to her breast, just at the base of her nipple, then slowly drew the blade across her skin.
She screamed out in protest as he made the cut purposely slow but shallow to start with, the marvellous sight of her blood started to steadily flow out around her raised bud. Yazoo smirked as he watched its descent, down, down, down it flowed. Slowly weaving a course over the little mouthpieces chest and neck, to drip from her jaw-line to the floor where it formed a slight pool, mixing an intricate pattern with the water from her previous soaking.
The girl squirmed in the ropes, whimpering some sort of plea but he was focused on the red fluids wavering course down her body.
"Where to next?" he queried to himself as he looked her over.
"NOWHERE!" the terrified girl screamed, jolting him back from his preoccupied thoughts.
Yazoo grinned and looked his prey in the eye, "Hn….did I not tell you, your so fucked." he snickered.
"Please….stop, I'll do what ever you want…anything I swear," she pleaded with trembling lips.
The silver fiend crossed his arms and tapped the flat side of the knife against his side and his eyes raised to the ceiling in contemplation.
"Hmmmmmmm let me think. Nope, I can't actually see that being a whole lot of fun for me," Yazoo sardonically replied. "The thing is….I get this little tingle in my nuts when you scream." He uncrossed his arms and waved the knife in the vicinity of his testicles.
"Just can't imagine it having the same effect if I let you down." he mocked a look of disappointment then moved to make his next incision.
"Please!" squealed the desperate brunette. "If you let me down…I'll scream all you want….I'll pull any face you want, I'll do anything you want…..anything and everything…. just please let me down," she frantically sobbed.
Yazoo tilted his head slightly and sighed, he gave the female an enquiring look as he thought about her offer. "Would you now," he scornfully replied. "Well everything is such a infinite thing now isn't it?" he straightened up and placed a hand on the girl's stomach, the tips of his fingers moving ever so slightly over her skin.
"Give me everything," he murmured the girls pledge again as he thought.
Then his face brightened, "I know, can you give me mother? He asked derisively.
The girl looked disorientated for a few seconds, "you want your mother?" she queried, clearly confused. "I'm sure we could find her for you. Where does she live?" the young woman sounded optimistic with this new line of thought.
Yazoo raised his eye in thought again, "Hmmmmm, let me see. Well, her body was last seen in the Shinra Labs, her arms and legs, well nobody knows where they are. And, her head was at the northern crater, but it's not there now," he sarcastically retorted.
The brunette looked mortified, "I don't think we can find your mother," she gulped down her nerves.
Yazoo looked at her disappointed, "then, you can't give me everything can you?"
His hostage tried again, "Anything you want me to do….to you, I'll do whatever you want."
He looked off in thought again, "Ahhhhhhh, you mean sex!" he grinned at her offer.
The bound girl quickly responded, "yes, anything you want!"
"Hn," he scoffed, she was slightly amusing after all. "Don't you think, that if I wanted sex, you'd be tied to a bed. Not upside down in a cellar, waiting to be bled out?"
She looked confused by the choice, obviously the thought that he didn't have any interest in having sex, never crossed her mind.
'This female is so conceited,' he thought to himself.
"Or do you expect me to be sooooo grateful that you'd lower yourself to willingly spread your legs for a…circus freak like me, Hmmmm?" growled the irritated remnant. He suddenly found it tempting to slit her throat right now and watch her writhe in her bonds as she struggled to get oxygen into her lungs.
"I didn't mean it like that!" she blurted out quickly. "Why do you misinterpret every word I say?"
"Do I?" chuckled Yazoo. He suddenly found the actions of his prey a little interesting and folded his arms to hear what she would say next.
"Maybe, it's the way they come out of your offensive, stuck-up, bitchy mouth!"
The girl whimpered, "I said I was sorry," she squirmed in her bonds as the blood continued to slowly drip from her chin.
"Sorry!" whispered the pretty Remnant. "You know, I don't understand the concept of sorry." He looked off to an unseen point on the cell wall, his fingertips gliding over her skin again as he thought.
"I can hurt someone, and, with one word…sorry, everything is suppose to be fine again. For humans, that single word fixes everything, but, how can a word fix the hurt you suffer, it is a valueless admission of guilt, actions speak louder then some trivial word."
He drew his eyes away from the wall and glared at the brunette, "I don't want your meaningless words, I want your pain, I want your suffering, that is how you will say sorry to me."
Yazoo raised the knife back to her bleeding breast, inserting the tip of the curved blade into his previous cut he'd made. Slowly, he turned the cutting edge in a circular motion, opening the wound more as it scrapped against her flesh, biting painfully deeper.
"PLEASE." screamed the girl. "I'll do whatever you want…..I swear it." she sobbed. "Anything, unconditionally, absolutely everything you want, please stop."
Yazoo chuckled, "There is nothing you can give me, that I can't take for myself through force. When dealing with your kind, that method suits me just fine,"
The malicious silver gripped the females other breast and squeezed hard, his fingers biting deeply into the soft flesh as her cries rang out. Her nipple protruding through the gaps in his fingers proved to tempting for him and he snarled between clenched teeth as ran the blade right through the small, pink bud slicing it in two.
Her scream was ear splitting and the evil angel gloated, he always did like the screamers above all others.
Blood flowed freely from the new cut and her cries resonated off the walls, slowly dying down to anguished, racked sobs, her options at stopping him from his tortures would seem to be running out about now.
Yazoo reached a finger out, running it over the fresh cut and collecting a suitable amount of the girl's blood. He brought it up to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to meet the bloody tip, timidly tasting the red fluid, swirling it around inside his mouth before deciding it was acceptable.
His mouth closed fully over the digit, sucking at the rest of her blood and cleaning off his finger completely. The Remnant found her coppery taste pleasing enough and he lowered his head to her breast.
It was only now that he saw something sexual in her breasts, now that they were cut and her lifeforce running freely to the ground. Taking her bleeding nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard. Just the forceful suction alone would have caused her pain, with her nipple sliced in half, it would be excruciating. And her screams never stopped.
Yazoo added to her pain, sliding his tongue as deep as he could into the fresh cut, letting the tip wander around, feeling her flesh and listening as her cries intensified with each insertion.
He could feel the excess liquid gathering on his lips and chin and loving every exquisite moment, he bit down hard on her bloodied, slit nipple before finally moving his head away to see the damage he'd caused.
He sniggered. "Now…lets see what we can do with that foul tongue of yours shall we?"
Yazoo cruelly grabbed hold of the females jaw and forced open her screaming mouth, inserting Faith and letting the sharp tip of the blade slice lightly across the top of her tongue. Not so much of a cut but a surface slice, it would hurt but wasn't life threatening. Her eyes clenched tightly closed as her scream wavered in pitch, there was something about the terrified cries of a girl that really excited the pretty remnant. To keep her screaming, he drew the blade down and around under her tongue, still just scraping the sharp tip over her flesh, like a paper cut. Her cacophonous ear-splitting wails rang out in the small room as he sliced a little deeper into that offensive muscle. Blood started to drip slowly from her mouth to the floor and Yazoo's excitement grew as did the pool of crimson.
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Phewww, that was one long chapter. I'm so glad it's out now.