Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 22:34:55 GMT -5
She fueled him. The way her weak struggles persisted, even if all hope had flown out the window the moment his eyes layed hungrily upon her. The way she thought she could barter, beg, as if the monster was something that could be satisfied with anything but exactly what it wanted. Even the way she was so open with her pain, her song bringing about storms that lashed out at his body. No words escaped her mouth, and it was a mercy for both of them. Zitao's senses were clogged with the sensations of bestowing pain, whispering promises to lull any sense of moral to sleep. They were a burning darkness in this night, growls and breaths of agony. If only for a moment, they were two being connected as one, although the situation hardly permitted any sentimental thoughts. He would use her and discard her as just another plaything, soon to be lost in the back of his mind. He would forget her but remember her pain, just as he had done so many times before.
The rush of domination was, as always, over too quickly. She had gone limp beneath him, dragged under by whatever demons occupied her mind. He too seemed burdened with his new sin, the recoil had yet to fade as he stepped away from her, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Whether it was for her or himself remained a mystery. Still, he felt better now, more focused. He dropped the chains that were dragging him quickly, filling his mind with excuses and explanations. Really, had she not thrown herself into the water, had she not been panicked and weak, perhaps he would have seen her in a different light. As it was, however, she had been a sitting duck, waiting to be fed upon by the monsters that lurked within the breath of night.
Zitao flicked his eyes back over to her unmoving form. She was even more at risk now than before, unconscious and unable to defend herself should anything try to harm her. He could, if he wanted, perhaps try to drag her back into the water, letting the cold lake claim her. Or even begin to rip her open, letting pain rouse her from her dreams. They were all possibilities, but Zitao knew he would not attempt any of them. He had promised her that he would not kill her. Let her think what she will, but he still had some integrity left in him. He would not go back on his word. The thought of staying with her until she woke crossed his mind briefly, or perhaps at least pulling her out of the open, into the cover of bushes. Nonsense. It would be a waste of his time, and he doubted she would be grateful for the actions. Knowing this, Zitao cast one more look towards her, a slight tilt to his head, before turning away. His silhouette once again melted into the shadows, his presence and footsteps fading away, ending in a silent nothingness.
The rush of domination was, as always, over too quickly. She had gone limp beneath him, dragged under by whatever demons occupied her mind. He too seemed burdened with his new sin, the recoil had yet to fade as he stepped away from her, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Whether it was for her or himself remained a mystery. Still, he felt better now, more focused. He dropped the chains that were dragging him quickly, filling his mind with excuses and explanations. Really, had she not thrown herself into the water, had she not been panicked and weak, perhaps he would have seen her in a different light. As it was, however, she had been a sitting duck, waiting to be fed upon by the monsters that lurked within the breath of night.
Zitao flicked his eyes back over to her unmoving form. She was even more at risk now than before, unconscious and unable to defend herself should anything try to harm her. He could, if he wanted, perhaps try to drag her back into the water, letting the cold lake claim her. Or even begin to rip her open, letting pain rouse her from her dreams. They were all possibilities, but Zitao knew he would not attempt any of them. He had promised her that he would not kill her. Let her think what she will, but he still had some integrity left in him. He would not go back on his word. The thought of staying with her until she woke crossed his mind briefly, or perhaps at least pulling her out of the open, into the cover of bushes. Nonsense. It would be a waste of his time, and he doubted she would be grateful for the actions. Knowing this, Zitao cast one more look towards her, a slight tilt to his head, before turning away. His silhouette once again melted into the shadows, his presence and footsteps fading away, ending in a silent nothingness.