Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

Her answer would force the wicked grin crossing Red's lips to remain there in a sense of frustration. Instead of immediately responding to her comment, Red wiped his bloody cheek using the forearm of his right hand. Crimson would now stain across bare flesh of his appendage because of the action. Halbred smirked from behind the muscular brute towering over Cali and spoke up in his eerie tone, I think that's the wrong... answer... The goon would step back as Red's sword rattled at his back, with the elongated hilt poking from over his shoulder. The set of AK family rifles were also slung behind him Red's AK-105 and the AKM. It almost seemed impossible for a scrawny male to carry the brunt of such weight, but Halbred managed. She's got real fight in her, that's for sure. A few nods of his head would display the thoughtfulness of his nature right now. Red was formulating a plan to break the woman into a mindless playtoy... but it seemed like they were light-years away from getting to that point. Would she die before he would be able to get her there? Most likely. A hard swallow would shift the large throat of the leader as he took in a deep breath between his exhaustion of having to wrestle with the woman. Cali would find it harder to breath the more she rested across the floor, as every gust of wind blew arid sand right into her mouth. Red was experiencing the same, as the currents surrounding Bloodridge only grew stronger the longer they were outside. Every whip of the wind would bellow out a shrill noise with the growing strength. Halbred would comment as Red reached down to plant his herculean hand across Cali's neck in order to hold her to the floor. It looks like rain is rolling in... not good... who knows if it'll be like last... Red would keep her pinned down by her neck, with his calloused hands digging into her flesh and collar, as he looked over his shoulder. Go get the men, and have them bring the damn jeep here, now. We'll make our way back... as for this bitch , I am not done yet, apparently... There was always a chance for acid rain, and no one wanted to get caught in it. A grin would begin to spread across his face now as Red used his free hand to brutally grip at her top. One item of clothing at a time, he'd begin to rip and tear at her. She could hear his groans of physical exertion and impatience with every rip of her leather. Said action also had the sinewy arm of his bulging at the bicep and forearm. Blood continued to run across his amused smile from his cheek as he proceeded to yank and pull at the woman's clothing in a frenzy while the other hand squeezed harder at her neck in order to try to quell her fight. So much so, that the choking would become a serious issue. Between the hand clamping on the whole diameter of Cali's throat, and the collar beneath it, she'd find no airflow. Nothing. She was cut off as he ripped at her clothing. I'll fucking teach you... right... He'd grunt again as her chest became bare, and he'd soon be working on her pants. Again, the sound of her attire being shredded joined the heavy currents of cold wind that was rolling through to signify the downpour coming. Every cloud that now began to shift overhead was absorbed in a darkening hue that was only getting worse. ... now ... and maybe you'll fucking see my point before the rain. Considering she was so crafty, the man knew he had to strip her completely in order to disarm her. It was only when she was completely naked and her clothing was in tatters across the floor that he'd let go of her neck. However, she'd come to find out she'd find no refuge in being able to breath. It was one punishment, after the other... For it was when he released her neck upon being naked that Red stood up and reached into his duster using his bruised hand. Blood soaked fingers grasped the tiny black controller to her collar tied to her neck. Bringing it before his chest, Red would step back and push down on the button with his thumb to send harsh volts of electricity through her body from the origination of her neck. The collar would undoubtedly jolt her much like as if she was getting hit by a police's tazer, and it was undoubtedly not fun. As he held the button down, he'd notice the weapon that spilled from her boot which had been laying upon the floor. Red released the button, kicked aside the blade, and spat toward her, Crafty little bitch... tell me what I want to hear... Again, he'd press down on the button to send another wave through her as the sound of an armored jeep could be heard grumbling its way to their location. The raiders had found a Wrangler earlier on, and bolted metal plates over it's construction. A roof had been constructed between the bars full of iron plates and bulletproof glass... it was one of many vehicles the gang employed in their operations. Said jeep would come to a stop behind them, with four or so raiders watching from the sidelines as Red stood over the female. Say it!