[M] Your other faces

Dystopia

POSTED: Sun Feb 04, 2018 5:00 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC: Hope this is ok - let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Nestled in a heavy blanket of sleep, Bastien was safe from the world outside. His dreams were comforting, and it was easy to succumb to the allure of their promise. Yet darkness loomed in the corners of the golden landscapes his mind conjured, and try as he might to drown longer in their embrace, he knew he would awaken soon. Incited by this realisation, the corners of his world bubbled and tore as though lit by a dark fire. Bastien turned and ran towards what still remained, with the sound of destruction all about him.

Smoke poured into his nose as he dropped to the ground in a fit of dry gasps, until it was over. The hound still coughed, and each breath pushed through a throat dry from lack of water or nutrients. Bastien blinked slowly and licked his lips to try to rid himself of the taste of old blood and bile. What the hell? Memories flickered behind his eyes, a series of images that jarred at his aching head. His eyes gazed about the room he occupied, and settled on the candlelight that danced from a table nearby. Amongst the scattered furniture, there were indistinct forms on the tabletop and pushed into corners. He thought he saw something metallic catch the light, but quickly squashed that idea for sanity's sake.

Bastien groaned, and went to lift a hand to wipe away at the saliva that spilled from his lips when he realised that he couldn’t. His wrists throbbed dully where they had been bound and with an experimental kick of his legs, he discovered these too had been tied. To complicate matters, his wrists were bound behind his back. His joints creaked beneath his skin as the hound wiggled and shuffled his slumped form into a semblance of a natural position. Bastien ached as though he had been unconscious for hours, and by all accounts, this was likely true. He shivered in a chill draft, and looked down at his exposed torso; the many layers of clothing he wore to stave off the elements such as his fur-trimmed coat, shirts, beanie and leather wraps were gone. The short-furred dog would feel their absence keenly.

He took a steadying breath as he forced himself upright; his movements were clumsy and punctuated with discomfort and low whines. With his back firmly against the wall, Bastien closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he inhaled air hungrily. It frightened him how tired he was after such a task and he wondered what had happened to him. Why did his skin prickle with dried gore and why couldn’t he remember anything?

The sound of approaching footsteps brought his focus toward the stranger, and the male shrank back without knowing why. Baby pinks met rubies briefly, as he cast his eyes down and his ears folded against his slender head.

A single, tired word was uttered. “You.”

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POSTED: Thu Feb 15, 2018 9:24 pm

There was less blood than she had hoped for. She wanted to paint the room with it. She wanted it all over the walls, all over the floor. She wanted red handprints on what was left of the jagged glass in the windows. She wanted skin draping over the chairs and she wanted his head on a pike, but such things take time a patience. It was what her mother taught her. Izual taught her the complete opposite. His craft relied more on the element of surprise and brute strength. While Dystopia could have had the element of surprise on her side, she was not nearly as strong as her father.

The new house that they had dragged Bastien’s unconscious body to was closer to Anathema than the Colchester Quarter was. It was less of a hike out in the middle of nowhere, and Dystopia could visit Bastien as often as she liked. It made it easier to feed her prisoner, too. Each morning since they had brought him back, Dystopia went home to Anathema only to come back to feed her prisoner twice a day. More often than not, Dystopia was in a more playful mood and vouched to play with the man’s skin with her blade. He already had crusted over bloody marks forced into his skin. Some of the scars would resemble meaningful things, like archaic symbols because Dystopia really had a knack for drawing those, others would just be slices, bites, and claw wounds.

Pushing the door open to the lone cabin in the Dampwoods, Dystopia bounced in, humming a tune. She kicked the door closed with her heel, setting the bloody meats on the bloodstained table to her left, the one underneath the window. The others could probably hear his screams at night under the moonlight. Lucky for her, Inferni no longer lived as close.

She turned to him, hearing his words. ”Yes, me. Dyst-Hope-ia,” she affirmed, kneeling beside him, just out of reach. She brandished a knife that she played with lazily in her fingers – a quirk she had seen her mother doing. ”You’re going to behave for me today, right? I don’t want to use this.” It was and wasn’t a lie. Unlike her parents, Dystopia felt that she could control her urges to kill. If things went smoothly, boringly even, she’d have no urge to make his blood well at the surface of his skin.

Now.” She clapped her hands together, the blade of the knife in her hand pointing towards the floor. ”Are we hungry?”

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Last edited by Dystopia Massacre on Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.

POSTED: Mon Feb 19, 2018 5:56 pm

The floors were slicked with blood, as were the walls. Whether it belonged to Bastien or some other unfortunate being he could not begin to guess. The scent of it overwhelmed all others that shared the space, mixed with the harsh tang of urine. The hound suspected he had been drugged, due to the sluggish pace of his thoughts. Whenever he tried to think back over what had happened to lead him to this point, he was met with dense fog and his instincts told him not to pull back the veil.

The hound started at the sudden noises that filled the previously silent room. Dystopia entered, and he could guess that this meant it was morning as she fed him twice a day. She slammed the meat upon the table, as she hummed. Bastien hated the way the promise of food made his stomach growl, or the way she seemed to react as though kidnapping a Luperci were normal.

His captor’s close proximity helped to stir some of the images free. Fingers curled and uncurled as his memories were replayed; how she had asked him if he wanted to play a game, and let her teeth, claws and knives mark his body like a canvas. His screams had not been answered or purposely ignored, until he fell silent and exhausted. As if on cue, the many crusted wounds that littered the male’s body begged to be itched. His jaw tightened as he recognised some of the cuts as clumsy attempts at runes and magical signs. Bastien frowned at the idea that the wounds would heal, and he would be left with a permanent reminder of Dystopia and her father. As if they hadn’t damaged him enough?

Eyes that matched the carnage of the room weighed heavily on him. His breath hitched as she spoke, and came closer. Bastien went rigid, as he tried to make himself smaller and extended his neck so that it was exposed to her. Anything that would appeal to her canine instincts that he was harmless. A flicker of light caused Bastien to focus on her, as he watched her play with a knife carelessly. Dystopia spoke, and the words cleaved into him like a blade; a recollection surfaced at her question.

“I’ll be good,” Bastien swallowed and held his captor’s gaze momentarily. “I’m your good boy. R-remember?” It was another one of their games and it seemed to amuse her and steady her moods. Another rule was not to look away. She didn’t like it if he wouldn’t meet her eyes, as baby pinks blinked into crimson pools.

He couldn’t hold this position much longer, and exhaled noisily. Bastien squirmed until he was in a sitting position, all the while keeping his back against the wall. The girl clapped her hands together, but did not release her hold on the knife as she asked if he was hungry. The hound nodded once to her question, and tried to concentrate on his breaths. He needed something to fixate on other than his pain and fear. “T-there’s something… I want to know…”

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POSTED: Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:28 pm

”Yes, you are,” she spoke, offering the ghost of a smile. It pleased her that he seemed to listen better for her than he did her father – as if they had some sort of bond. A friendship, perhaps.

He asked her a question, but she rose and took the hunk of meat from the table. It was a thigh of some sort, already skinned, so knowing its origin would be impossible unless one knew his meats rather well. Cradling it in her arms, the dagger gripped in one of her palms, she walked back over to Bastien, plopping into his lap and straddling him. She set the hunk of meat between them, the blood staining both of their coats in the close proximity. Dystopia pointed the knife in his face. ”Try anything funny and I will make you hurt.” But she wasn’t looking for his affirmation. Reaching down, she cut away a chunk from the meat, holding it up over his muzzle so that he can take it.

”What is it you want to know?” Dystopia asked out of curiosity.

If he had taken the piece from her hand, she would've cut away another one - feeding him piece by piece until the meat was so close to the bone that she couldn't cut it away any longer.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 14, 2018 5:45 pm

My burnt-out emotions

A hint of a smile upon Dystopia’s lips. Bastien clung on to the childish notion that he could soothe her. It stopped his blood from racing if he could believe in the lies. He took a shuddering breath once her back was turned. The man’s question went seemingly unanswered as the woman returned, carrying the meat in her arms, as a mother would a child. The image was ruined by the glint of a blade held aloft; a constant reminder of the sway she held over her captive.

The hound tried to jerk out of Dystopia’s reach as she drew near again. Bastien suppressed the urge to cry, and instead clenched his jaws together. The weight of her gaze and sudden closeness secured him in place. Pink orbs closed as he felt her move onto his lap; he wanted to plead with her to stop, to reconsider. Between them, the Massacres had caused enough harm. Bastien turned the unpleasant thoughts aside, and focused on what was happening.

His pale nose flared, taking in her scent and femininity as Dystopia pressed against him, with both of her legs sprawled either side. Her body fastened Bastien against the wall, unable to flinch lest it rouse her anger - she would certainly be able to feel his trembling. Bastien forced his eyes open as something cold and wet slumped against his chest, to notice the slab of meat nestled between them. Unable to hold his breath any longer, he released a ragged exhale as the knife hovered inches from his face. A warning accompanied it, as the hound swallowed and nodded.

Bastien opened his mouth to meekly accept the chunk he was offered, mindful not to catch Dystopia with his teeth. It tasted of nothing, despite how much he chewed. Without hands, the effort of eating was messy as blood from the meat mixed with saliva. The hound licked at his muzzle once he had finished, and turned dull rose orbs on her bright crimsons as interest entered her tone. Bastien stalled, instead taking the flesh that was offered before answering.

“W-why?” His voice cracked, as he swallowed back the grit and tried again. “Why are you d-doing this? Is it for h-him? Your father? Or are you doing t-this for yourself…?”

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POSTED: Tue Mar 20, 2018 12:38 pm

With every slice cut away, the meat dwindled in their laps. Bastien let out the breath he had been holding – whether the scent of blood bothered him or having a girl in his lap was what did it, Dystopia didn’t know. The breath blew back wisps of her hair. His breath foul with hunger, but soon to be satiated with fresh blood and meat. She heard his questions, his stutters, and felt his trembles beneath her. She couldn’t understand why he feared her so deeply. Had she done anything to him yet? Would she? Unless he misbehaved, she warned him, but she wouldn’t doing anything erratic like her father. Not to him, anyway.

She kept feeding him the meat, pausing to help herself to one of the pieces she cut away, savoring the bloody flesh in her mouth before swallowing. ”Why do you want to know why? Is it your morals that scream at you for answers? Or is it the need to satiate your own curiosity as to why another Luperci would take one of her own kind as a prisoner to do as she pleases with?”

”It’s a question you can probably answer yourself. Let’s try.” Dystopia sat back a bit, leaning more towards his knees now. Pulling the chunk of meat closer to herself, she trailed a bloody finger along his groin. ”Do you pleasure yourself when you’re feeling alone? Why do you do it?”

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POSTED: Thu Mar 22, 2018 5:55 pm

My burnt-out emotions

The supply of meat was running low. Soon there would be nothing for Bastien to distract himself with. He would be forced to meet Dystopia’s stare, and wonder at what thoughts lurked behind her eyes. His breath disturbed the dark curtains of her hair, and the male paused momentarily. The moment he dreaded arrived, as he fixed his attention upon the dark girl. She seemed to linger over her own morsels, savouring each bite with deliberation.

Dystopia responded only once she was finished eating. She fired questions at the hound, and turned his own initial plea into one of her own. Why did he want to know? Why, why, why? Bastien’s jaws worked soundlessly as he tried to organise his thoughts, and yet his words sounded weak as they met his ears. “It’s wrong! W-what you’re doing… Y-you don’t have to do this… to prove yourself to him, or anyone. You k-know that, right?”

The woman leaned back, and as she did so her weight shifted heavily onto his knees. Bastien hissed at the pressure, and angled his body in such a way that allowed his aching joints some respite. Unable to push her away with his bound limbs, he instead was forced to move forward and attempt to balance Dystopia so that they were both comfortable. He tried to be as subtle as he could given the situation, never meeting her eyes directly if he could help it.

She stated that he could likely provide his own explanation for his inquiry into her motivations. Her hands grasped the last chunk of meat and pulled it closer to her body; a finger rose and drew a crimson path along his groin. Teeth flashed as his gaze met Dystopia; his hackles rose at what the question implied. A chill crept along Bastien’s spine as he carefully considered his words.

Dystopia had hurt him, perhaps he would never know why. She was dangerous, and yet his heart ached at the thought of harming her. The hound licked his lips anxiously and looked away. “Is this another game, Dystopia?”

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POSTED: Sat Apr 21, 2018 5:01 am

”Answer the question, Bastien,” Dystopia said calmly. If he wanted to know why she acted out this way, then he’d have to answer her question first. The answer would lead to the answer to his question, couldn’t he see that? Dystopia looked down, her straight, yet carefully layered hair falling forward off of her shoulders to hang in her face as she cut the last morsels of meat from the bone, the dagger pointed dangerously towards Bastien’s abdomen. Of course, she had no ill intention of stabbing him. The stomach was such an endpoint. Those who were stabbed there never recovered. They died. Dystopia didn’t want Bastien to die.

She took the last cut of meat between her jaws and offered him the remaining meat clinging to the bone, inching up to plop herself into his lap now, their stained bellies touching, meeting for perhaps the first time in such a bloody embrace. Holding the bone before his lips, she set the dagger down on the dusty wooden floor beside her leg. Bone apatite!”

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POSTED: Wed Apr 25, 2018 6:12 am

My burnt-out emotions

The woman demanded answers of him, in tones of serenity that sickened him. How could she be so unfeeling? Bastien furrowed his brows and winced. The movement had tugged at the carving of a facial wound. She was fucking enjoying this. Thankfully her hands had stopped in their exploration of his lower region, and he could breathe again. As much as he had tried to close his mind off to the wrongness of the touch, the sensation was akin to barbs upon his flesh. He had an inkling the sensation would linger long afterwards - an unpleasant reminder of the power she held over him.

Bastien wouldn’t answer her yet. The glint of the knife captured his attention once again, as they tore slabs from meat. The girl tired of that, as it lowered toward the male’s stomach instead. The prisoner drew in a breath painfully as he cringed from the blade. Was this it then? Dull pink orbs met her crimsons warily as he watched her. The game was still going, as Dystopia helped herself to the last of the food and offered him the scraps. The dagger never left its spot, however, warning him that he had no choice.

The Massacre crept closer, until there was little distance between the two. Bastien’s groan of pain soon ebbed away as fear overtook it. Bloodied skin met skin as their bodies touched for the first time. The hound shuddered and tried to turn his thoughts away from the nausea that burned in his gut. His vision swam as he blinked back water, and concentrated on the bone that brushed against his mouth. “Stop… please.” The blade was finally cast aside, yet within reaching distance. Dystopia gleefully made a morbid joke as she waited for him to accept her offering.

He obeyed silently, as he nibbled on the bone.

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Last edited by Sebastien Stone on Thu May 03, 2018 4:52 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Wed May 02, 2018 10:11 pm

”You want me to stop? Well, I guess you don’t get an answer then…” Dystopia said gleefully, ignoring everything bad about the situation at hand: the injured, tied male and his pain, starvation, and suffering, and the fact that she was the threatening force, sitting above him with all the control. She could shove that bone down his throat, choke him, or whack him with it until he passed about again = but what fun was power if it was only used in that way?

”I’m going to tell you the answer anyway because Serana would tell me to anyway. So, the question I asked you was supposed to drag a yes out of you, because you, as a man, have a need. To satiate this need, you pleasure yourself. I, too, have a similar need… but it doesn’t take masturbation to satiate my cravings. It takes blood. And might I say, yours is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted!” Her blood-colored eyes twinkled looking upon him, but she didn’t look like she was about to cut him open to drink a quart of his blood. No, she allowed him to keep it inside of him.

”So, there’s your answer. This is one of my sick needs… Though, I can’t say I’ve ever felt a man’s touch before... Not like the touches my parents trade back and forth when they believe they're alone. Will you touch me if I cut your hands free, Sebastien?” Dystopia leaned back, her face falling serious. It would seem, from the look in her eyes, that it was a very serious request.

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