Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

To her delight, the brutal pounding she felt behind her began to slow down as the realization of what she did dawned on the man. The man whose penis she had bitten off, staggered back before collapsing onto the ground, bleeding to death until his tremors, shrieks of pain and struggling ceased. Now all he became was just another body among the ruins, dead and lifeless. It was the first time she killed and if she had to admit how it felt, shed say it felt good. This man was raping her face. He deserved to die the way she had condemned him. What broke the silence of it, aside from the distant cries of pain, hoots of laughter and grunts she heard in the background, was his laughter. The man behind her, the leader of it all, just laughed. But the sound sickened her because there was nothing humorous in his laughter, neither was it infectious. Shivers ran up her spine and not the good kind. As he addressed her, a soft whimper came from her. Delilah hadnt even thought of the repercussions. She was just acting in the moment because she had wanted that vile piece of human organ out of her mouth. Fear spiked in her levels and she worried about what he had in store for her. Wrists tied and pulled off the slab of broken marble, her body was hoisted up into his and she gasped softly. Looking up at him, Delilah swallowed hard. Around her mouth was bloody and some of her face had been sprayed with blood but she seemed to wear it proudly rather than have a mental breakdown over the fact she killed. She didnt care. He deserved it. And it felt like it hardened her a little bit. Until of course, the leader called in his pack of wild, horny dogs and Delilah saw very well what they had done to Lavinia. Instinct made her step forward to get to her but she was held back. Lavinia She whispered, her lips trembling. She wasnt even sure if her best friend was still alive. It looked like she was hanging on by a very thin rope. She was so bruised, beaten and bloodied, it broke her heart. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her anger returned. But that was when he threw her at his dogs and they caught her. But they didnt abandon Lavinia. Both girls were pulled together and the men had their wicked way with them. Delilah screamed and she fought but that made them hit her. Though her arms were free because they were still restrained and they took the brunt of any hits that were aimed for her face. But a few hits got in, splitting her lower lip, bruising her cheek, even a black eye. One final hit to her stomach had her defenses weaken and she hardly struggled as they raped her. Tears streamed out of her eyes the entire time and when she tilted her head, she saw Lavinia was in a similar position. She didnt fight. They had her bent over, on her hands and knees and she took it. But each time her arms gave out on her, they forced her back up. And they would hit her when she kept falling. When it was all over, both girls lay side by side in the ruins. Delilah was breathing but every inch of her ached. Her head tilted and she looked to Lavinia who lay flat on her stomach. With all the strength she could muster, Delilah pushed herself up and crawled over to her weakly. Gently, she turned her friend onto her back and heard a soft whimper come from her. Her body had bleeding cuts and bruises on them, her face had so many bruises, her milky white skin was covered with purple and red. Blood had trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Her eyes opened slightly and she coughed. But when she coughed, blood splattered out and her entire body recoiled in pain. I-Im sorry my lady. She whispered, so weak. Her breathing was very faint and she wasnt going to hold on much longer. Shhshhh. Delilah gently cradled her dying friend in her arms and leaned down, kissing her forehead ever so softly. Tears slipped passed her eyes and she sniffled. I should be apologizing. Im so sorry I couldnt protect you. Lavinia managed to turn into the comfort of her friends arms and she turned her cheek. She coughed again and more blood splattered onto Delilahs thigh. I wanted to hold on as long as I could. She wheezed. I know. But your fight is over. You can be at peace now. She smoothed her hand over Lavinias hair, not letting her go. Givethem She coughed one more time. Hell. She whispered her last breath, unable to hang on any further. A few seconds went by and Lavinias breathing stopped altogether and her body became very still. Her eyes were closed and she lived no longer. Lavinia? She shook her gently, but her best friend didnt move. Lavinia? She said her name louder and her breathing came short, her eyes pooling with more tears. Lavinia She whimpered, cradling her in her arms, sobbing. She had failed her. She failed her best friend and these brutal monsters murdered her. Arms came around her and Delilah was forced to let her friend go. No! No! She screamed, but the strong arms around her persisted, pulling her away, dragging her as they had to since she fought them. One man slapped her hard across the face, essentially slapping her struggle out of her and she stopped fighting. Her wrists were once more bound and a long rope extended from them. She was pulled along by one man upon orders and she began to file in behind the men as they left the ruins and remains of her kingdom, her home and her people. She was still sniffling, the loss of her friend hurting her deeply, but Delilah managed to calm herself down. She walked in silence, her head bowed and every inch of her body ached. The stones and unpaved ground beneath her bare feet cut in but she didnt let that stop her. She simply continued on, though it was difficult to muster the strength. Every part of her felt exhausted, tired, beaten and broken. But for Lavinias sake, she couldnt give up. Otherwise her best friend would have died in vain.