Thread: Color Me Deadly (Zprimal x SketchyEquine)

Rosaline and her friend went home together that night. They spent the evening talking about how odd Professor Kyle was and how school was going. They were typical college girls most of the time. Yes, they both studied very dark, cruel parts of human nature, but they themselves were not dark and cruel. The world had yet to break them. They could still see good in things, and they didn't suspect a thing. However, there was something very sinister happening not too far away in college town. Destiny was never the brightest young lady. At 18, she had barely gotten her diploma from high school, and she really had no business going to college. Luckily for her family image, however, she had gotten into a fairly prestigious university with the help of her fathers money. Destinys old man was the CEO of a medical engineering company, and he was one of the wealthiest men in the county. It wasnt hard for him to write the dean of students a personal check and have her paperwork slipped into the admissions office. It also wasn't hard for him to buy her her own large house just outside of town to keep her focused on school without the distraction of roommates. Little did the man know, that house would mean the life of his daughter. She had been whisked away by a handsome stranger at a party in the night and she never came back home. There were rumors that Destiny was living with the man somewhere and shagging him day and night to rebel against her father and the expectations he had for her. Others thought there was something much more cynical at play. Either way, they had found no body, and nobody had heard from Destiny or the strange man since. They had no suspects either, despite the constant pressure on authorities from her father. The case was growing cold. No, Destiny was not dead. Instead she was holed up here in Felixs basement. Her body in a state of emergency as a result of the constant manipulation and emotional strain her current situation had on her. He had hurt her countless time, but up until then her life had never been on the line. She took him for a sick freak, but she was completely unaware that she was in the hands of one of the most wanted serial killers in her generations lifetime. As far as destiny could tell, he was just a rapist and an abuser. Curled up in the fetal position on the bare mattress, Destiny trembled as sobs wracked her body. She was always crying if she were awake and alone these days. Her spirits were so broken that she was unable to retain the energy for much else. It only got worse when he fucked her- exhausting her body further with the brute force he extruded onto her. There were bruises and welts on her flesh from her punishments just for being a human. He would hit her and threaten her within an inch of her life often, but seeing as he was using her for sex she was less afraid that he would kill her. After all, if she was dead he would be back to being alone. She shot up out of bed when the door opened and got to her feet. The young girl ducked behind the wall and out of sight as he rounded into the kitchen, only emerging when she saw that he had food. Almost instinctively her stomach began to rumble in a primal desire to have something to eat. She quickly wiped her tears away onto her arm as she looked to him. Showing him weakness had never proven to be beneficial for Destiny. Although she was feeling a whole lot of weakness these days. Too weak, even, to try and rush him in violence at the door these day. I-im hungry, sir. She almost whimpered.