Post by Nako on Sept 28, 2008 3:46:41 GMT -5
This isn't really sexual in nature, but there are some implications... sort of. Also there is violence in this fanfiction. I don't know if it's graphic enough to go into the mature section but if anyone has a problem with it, I'll happily post it there and edit this so it's not showing.
I... don't even know how to explain myself. This is a very, very dark side of Ashta.. and it explains things... sort of. I hope this isn't too... 'out there'.
Two weeks. He had neglected her for two weeks.
Ashta stared at the empty teacup on her table... along with the tray of food. It was beginning to smell oddly, for all that it had been there going on four days. Her bowl of cereal had curdled and the fruit had flies on it... but she wasn't hungry. Not for food, anyways. Sitting up, she looked around her room. It was empty.. so bland and dark. She looked to the clock. No, there was no clock.. but where was the ticking coming from? Steady and rythmic.. quick paced and never ceasing. She could hear it...
The only sound in the room though, would be the steady beating of her heart, loud in her ears as the veins of her ears beat heavily, echoing in her head. The wound on her ear was beginning to heal, but her constant fiddling with it made it ever slow to close up. Often she could feel the pulsing... the -ticking- within the wound.
There was a sound. This one was terribly real and was loud to her sensitive ears. Light flooded into the room, causing Ashta to jump back in fright. For a moment she had thought it was a leveret, but it was far too big. The silhouette was familiar, and the sounds of a feminine voice only confirmed it. The Torquehelm Doe paused, confused. "Who are you?"
The ticking.. it was getting louder and louder, beating away at her brain like heavy hammers on a drum, sounding off a war cry that filled her entire soul. It grew louder and louder in her head until.. the drum seemed to burst.
And when it did, it spread a thick, corrosive substance throughout her.. vile and awful and thoroughly revitalizing to her starved body and burning body. She was burning so hot, and this darkness was oil to that flame. And it burned, and as it caught alight it seared all that was left of her inhibition, her sense of self.... her soul. There was a moment where she felt sick to her gut as the burning slick of evil dripped through her, but it dissapeared quickly as it filled her. Slowly, the aches of her body suddenly did not register to her mind, and she was suddenly alive... and very suddenly strong. Weak muscles reacted, flinging her toward the intruder with a force that would have thrown even a Jack off of his feet... but in her body there were sounds of stretching and snapping as her emaciated frame broke under her own power. She would not pay any heed to them. There was a Need that had never been there before, and it was a need for blood.
"WHORE!" It was not Ashta's voice. It was a demon that burst from in her, and she moved, coming upon the Doe and overtaking her.
She screamed for Ashta. Oh how she screamed! Pleasure tore through the Hisstor's body as she let out a throaty moan, reaching out with her paws to take the chain that binded the black and purple creature's front legs to bring them up to her neck. That scream was cut short, a croaking gurgle escaping the frightened Doe's maw before a sick crunching noise ceased almost all sound. Oh, but she wasn't dead. Her body thrashed, her mouth opened wide to wheeze out windy, silent screams. Blood pooled in the back of her throat, and she gurgled.
"You think he cares about you, bitch? You would have ended up just like me.... I'm doing you a favor." And that twisted, wretched face of satan suddenly softened into such a cheerful smile. "You see... I'd only do this if I cared..." And suddenly she seemed so concerned, staring deep into the horrified Doe's eyes. Her lids fluttering shut, the ticking of clocks eased in her mind as her mouth lowered to the struggling Doe's own parted lips, sampling the sweet taste of fear and blood upon them. So sweet... so satisfying
There was no time in that moment, and Ashta did not know how long she lay in that embrace of pain and agony, but when she leaned back, she realized the Doe was not struggling any longer. Her paws hurt, and pulling them away from the Torq's chains caused her pain, for the metal had nearly dug into her own skin. Casting one last look toward the fallen creature, Ashta turned away and sat back in her seat.
"Oh... look at the time." Her voice wavered only slightly as she spoke, staring up at the empty wall. "My Jack should be here for me soon..."
I would also like to state that though it is -implied- that she got some sexual thrill from what she did... it should in no way imply that it took care of the 'Need' brought on by the hormonal imbalance
I... don't even know how to explain myself. This is a very, very dark side of Ashta.. and it explains things... sort of. I hope this isn't too... 'out there'.
Two weeks. He had neglected her for two weeks.
Ashta stared at the empty teacup on her table... along with the tray of food. It was beginning to smell oddly, for all that it had been there going on four days. Her bowl of cereal had curdled and the fruit had flies on it... but she wasn't hungry. Not for food, anyways. Sitting up, she looked around her room. It was empty.. so bland and dark. She looked to the clock. No, there was no clock.. but where was the ticking coming from? Steady and rythmic.. quick paced and never ceasing. She could hear it...
The only sound in the room though, would be the steady beating of her heart, loud in her ears as the veins of her ears beat heavily, echoing in her head. The wound on her ear was beginning to heal, but her constant fiddling with it made it ever slow to close up. Often she could feel the pulsing... the -ticking- within the wound.
There was a sound. This one was terribly real and was loud to her sensitive ears. Light flooded into the room, causing Ashta to jump back in fright. For a moment she had thought it was a leveret, but it was far too big. The silhouette was familiar, and the sounds of a feminine voice only confirmed it. The Torquehelm Doe paused, confused. "Who are you?"
The ticking.. it was getting louder and louder, beating away at her brain like heavy hammers on a drum, sounding off a war cry that filled her entire soul. It grew louder and louder in her head until.. the drum seemed to burst.
And when it did, it spread a thick, corrosive substance throughout her.. vile and awful and thoroughly revitalizing to her starved body and burning body. She was burning so hot, and this darkness was oil to that flame. And it burned, and as it caught alight it seared all that was left of her inhibition, her sense of self.... her soul. There was a moment where she felt sick to her gut as the burning slick of evil dripped through her, but it dissapeared quickly as it filled her. Slowly, the aches of her body suddenly did not register to her mind, and she was suddenly alive... and very suddenly strong. Weak muscles reacted, flinging her toward the intruder with a force that would have thrown even a Jack off of his feet... but in her body there were sounds of stretching and snapping as her emaciated frame broke under her own power. She would not pay any heed to them. There was a Need that had never been there before, and it was a need for blood.
"WHORE!" It was not Ashta's voice. It was a demon that burst from in her, and she moved, coming upon the Doe and overtaking her.
She screamed for Ashta. Oh how she screamed! Pleasure tore through the Hisstor's body as she let out a throaty moan, reaching out with her paws to take the chain that binded the black and purple creature's front legs to bring them up to her neck. That scream was cut short, a croaking gurgle escaping the frightened Doe's maw before a sick crunching noise ceased almost all sound. Oh, but she wasn't dead. Her body thrashed, her mouth opened wide to wheeze out windy, silent screams. Blood pooled in the back of her throat, and she gurgled.
"You think he cares about you, bitch? You would have ended up just like me.... I'm doing you a favor." And that twisted, wretched face of satan suddenly softened into such a cheerful smile. "You see... I'd only do this if I cared..." And suddenly she seemed so concerned, staring deep into the horrified Doe's eyes. Her lids fluttering shut, the ticking of clocks eased in her mind as her mouth lowered to the struggling Doe's own parted lips, sampling the sweet taste of fear and blood upon them. So sweet... so satisfying
There was no time in that moment, and Ashta did not know how long she lay in that embrace of pain and agony, but when she leaned back, she realized the Doe was not struggling any longer. Her paws hurt, and pulling them away from the Torq's chains caused her pain, for the metal had nearly dug into her own skin. Casting one last look toward the fallen creature, Ashta turned away and sat back in her seat.
"Oh... look at the time." Her voice wavered only slightly as she spoke, staring up at the empty wall. "My Jack should be here for me soon..."
I would also like to state that though it is -implied- that she got some sexual thrill from what she did... it should in no way imply that it took care of the 'Need' brought on by the hormonal imbalance
