Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Isac could feel that he had the woman's emotional state in the palm of his hand. Her actions betrayed her. Her eyes shimmering with fear. Her voice faltering silently. Her presence shrinking with every passing moment. He was getting really excited to have her dance to his tune, like a puppeteer's doll with him controlling the strings. As he was approaching her, he watched her eyes closely darting between him and his scythe. He had seen it so many times before. 'That's it. Run little rabbit Run.' he mused to himself, reveling, almost erotically so, in her sick terror of him. Suddenly, she turned heel and bolted, just like he'd predicted. Adrenaline concentration within his blood shot through the roof. His pupils dilated slightly, like a cat who's getting ready to pounce it's prey. His mouth began salivating at the situation, so much so that he had to close his grin for but a moment and swallow his excitement down. Giving her, by his standards, a generous head start, he kept pacing forward as slowly as he had before when he had approached her. Waiting for the moment when the woman passed the threshold of the doorway of her choosing to begin his hunt. Once the sound reached him of her first foot tapping the floor of the other room, Isac sprung into action, flinging up his scythe forwards with a scraping sound, with some effort, onto his shoulder, the blade draping down along his back but with enough room for him to be able to run unhindered. He flung himself after her, chasing the sound of her footsteps and her somewhat blurry silhouette. She was fast, but not fast enough to escape him, to Isac's never ending joy. A few rooms down, she finally spoke to him, the usual innocent garbage however. It didn't particularly kill his interest in her gory future as she'd have hoped. He didn't even provide her with an answer, not even so much as a grunt, because he couldn't even think of one, her words falling completely on deaf ears. Isac's mind was absolutely preoccupied with imagining vivid images of her mutilated flesh. The sound and presence of the woman's progress was ever steady, until it suddenly vanished into thin air like a plume of smoke. No more sound, no more glimpses of her form dashing away. To think that she'd managed to hide from him. Isac's excitement, impossibly, grew even more, his skin positively tingling from adrenaline fueled excitement. He closed his eyes and with his left hand, Isac reached up and ran his hand through the damp strands of hair on the top of his head before slowly running his hand down along his body, orgasmic tingling explosions of pleasure erupting trailed along the skin where his hand moved. A sighed moan escaped his hips, his member erect and pressing angrily against the tough lining of his jeans. His breath had become slightly ragged from the powerful sensations he was feeling, instead of simply heavy from the chase. He opened his eyes again, a sick grin splayed itself across his lips as he begun the hunt anew in the next game his prey had decided on. Filled with new vigorous excitement, Isac kicked open the bedroom door to where she was hiding, breaking the lock in the process, the handle hanging limply from its socket as the door settled splayed fully open. He paced the room slowly. Taking steady, slow steps, all while listening for breathing, a heartbeat, sniffing the air like an animal on the hunt for smells of eventual perfume or sweat. So you think you've managed to hide, have you. Don't worry little rabbit, I'll find you soon enough. he told her, wherever she was hiding, a playful air to his words. He made a spectacle about revealing every place he could find that she could have hidden herself with plenty gusto. Even throwing some things out of large cabinets like sheets and curtains, scattering them on parts of the floor. He had purposely avoided to open the chest, because it simply looked too inviting. With every reveal that turned out to be false, Isac's heart begun racing faster for the excitement of finding her in the next place would be ever greater. It was almost as if he was playing the lottery. Once he'd search all the other places however, there was only the chest left. Isac's heart was aching in his chest, a sick grin spread across his lips once again as he approached it slowly. Savoring the sensation for but a moment, standing in front of the chest, Isac eventually prodded the slight space between the chest and the lid, before wrenching it open fully with his scythe. And there she was, crammed into the chest like a long sought after treasure. Peek-a-boo, I found you! he told her, grinning happily at her scared frame. Isac moved himself away a bit and kicked the chest with a heavy thud and saw it shudder slightly. Get out. I don't want to kill you like that, it's pathetic. Let me at least have a proper look at you. he told her with an unconcerned scowl, however still smiling rather hard, testing the boundaries of his lips. He stood firmly on both his feet spread slightly apart. His right hand gripping the middle of the scythe, it's butt firmly planted on the ground to his right, the blade pointing directly away from him. His left hand was firmly placed on the left side of his waist, creating an empty triangle. Isac's head was slightly tilted, his expression unwavering for the moment as he excitedly awaited her to exit her place of useless hiding. If she'd take too long to get out, Isac would overturn the chest, forcing her to exit it. He didn't know what other contents the chest held, he hadn't been too attentive about that since he discovered her. He wasn't about to let her go unless she forced him to, no matter how fun she had turned out to be, escaping and hiding with such vigor and cleverness. Wielding a large close range weapon such as a scythe, narrow passages or ranged weapons like a gun could easily thwart his efforts if he tried to take her life. Even large textiles like sheets or curtains could work as a sort of net for him to get tangled into, albeit only for a very short time.