Thread: Pure Atrocity [KissesxMethos]

EVA was attempting to drown herself in cup after cup of Vodka. Crystal liquor did not much for her anymore unless consumed in the masses. Even then the results were hazy. The woman hadn't the spare cash to be doing as she was. Burying herself in a mass of fellow Comrades. The Grud, or the Breast in other words was a local bar in the depths of a tarnished city, well known for having a massive selection of liquors at quite the generous price. The place was also well known for harvesting some of the worth filth the city had to offer. It was however, a rare spot to find women. Even the most brutish of woman typically found themselves turning away from the hell hole. It was all in good reason.. From wall to wall there sat somewhere near a hundred or so men. Some hunched in groups, some slouched over a grungy bar top while others sat in squads at tables barking in laughter while piling down their drinks. Many had some form of smoke dangling from their lips be it cigarette, cigar, or weed. The overall effect was heavy haze which dimmed even further the limited light which kept the place from being pitch black. And oh boy was it loud. Sounds of men talking, yelling, burping, snorting, and god only knows what else crammed full in everyone's ear. No one could think clear without screaming in their own heads. EVA was one out of only two or three women who had the gull to call this place a watering hole. Her frame was half slouched against the tattered bar top, half exposed breast resting upon dull wood. Her palms were acting in serperates with one laid upon her scarred cheek while the other rested around the girth of a sweating glass half empty with Vodka. Despite this being her fourth glass... the woman was far from drunk. Drinking had become her pastime from a young age. Gustav had been sure to get the young girl hooked upon liquor and cocaine when he found her at the age of seven. She never let go of the stuff since then. She drank be it to numb, to celebrate or even a few glasses before a hit or a romp in the sack. Such a tempting demon, wrapped in a form tight olive green dress. A soviet uniform really, marked by an armband around her bicep with a yellow hammer and sickle and blood stars upon either shoulder. Upon lengthy legs of milky shade clung blood red wide-netted thigh high fishnets with a high lace mouth to latch onto her legs, supported by a peeking garter belt strap. The final touches were a Soviet general's cap, not to be confused with the hated Nazi ones, olive green to match her attire with a firm black polished brim with the pin for her Soviet love upon it's face. Next were a pair of red stiletto's, hooker heels really. The only problem being they boosted the female around the six foot four marker. Though beauty was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Beneath that seductive outfit lay many piercings, scars, and tattoos. It was the mafia live in which she had indulged so much of her life into. Even if a good portion had been spent in training within the most northern regions of Siberia in a harsh military camp of sorts. Many years had been spent in that hellhole, doing all she could to survive another day.. Just when she had been considering taking down the whole camp, she had been finally summoned for. Her creator had whisked the tall female away from her naive lands to come to the hasty America. She learned English but not very well, tone forever marred by a heavy accent and her sentences broken to the point where many were unknown unless a knowledge in Russian was known. Under her Master and first lay's eyes, she had become his perfect tool. The perfect assassin while always heeding his desires be it for violence or desire. Too often it was mixed, female receiving quite the brutal beating while Gustav got his rocks off with her. After several encounters of all the same.. The Siberian had developed a taste for sex and violence. She adored the brutality and overall humility..Yet things had gone wrong one way or another and Gustav gave her the beating she'd never forget. When she finally had awoke in the bright lights of a hospital, she found a note stuffed into her cleavage. Scrawled in her own blood was a note telling her to leave. So she had. But it was hard to survive in a place with no money, no place to stay, and no job to mend either. She had resorted to preying on others for her fixes. EVA was skilled enough to overtake anything the streets had to offer. Cash came from pedestrians at times but for the most part she tracked down drug dealers. They gave her both cash and a bit of blow to ship her off to lala land. But drug dealers had been harder ad harder to track down when the news went around that all the locals were falling. Even the Cops were a bit intimidated. Soon enough the dealers didn't wonder anymore... So.. She had decided to take was she had and move back to Russia... She continued her assaults until the same happened thus leading her here. With the remaining cash from her last jumping crammed against her breast, she had wondered into the Grud looking for a few drinks along with a job.