Thread: You Need Me [Leon x Emily]

It had been marvelous. Truly her finest work. The look of horror, pain and shame was permanently etched on the woman's face. Such bright blue eyes locked open but not even a glimmer of life burned within them. Who are you!? How did you-Oh God! NO! Emily stood at the end of the bed, the blade in her right hand glossed in crimson. She unconsciously tapped the fine, well sharpened tip with her left index finger. Each tap of her finger sending a jolt through her spine as the sharp metal threatened to puncture her flesh. Please! Don't! I-I'll do anything! L-Lewis! Help me! AAAH!!! She'd been a fighter. Emily's brown eyes admired the way the woman's curly red hair cascaded around her face. The woman's skin was pale, almost as pale as Emily's was. Freckles gently dotting across her cheeks, a few along her collar bone and her forearms. A ginger woman of great beauty. A full bosom, once flawless, now matted in drying blood. Dozens of cuts, each meticulous, littered her breasts and collarbone. Her nipples had been removed and discarded on the pillow beside her. W-why are you doing th-YYYAAAAHH! Her flat stomach a canvas. Instead of a brush she used a blade. She's just a whore carved into her flesh in jagged, intentionally painful lines. Her pubis wasn't spared either. Inferior etched over her womb. Stop! Please! Oh God, it's too deep...it hurts! I'm begging you! Stop! I'll do anything! Her vagina was bruised, stretched. The dildo lay inches away from her gaped orifice, between her legs. Blood stained the sheets. The bleeding had only just stopped. The dildo was large, barbed. Emily had been sure to ruin her inside. Not just outside. Lewis didn't need this useless heap. She was an urchin. He worked all day, cleaning up the streets. Risking his life. What did this woman do? Spend his money. Lounge around the house. Paying her way by spreading her legs. She wasn't even smart enough to lock the door. Lewis needed someone on his level. Someone like Emily. Lewis just didn't know it yet. But with this wretch out of the picture...he'd realize it in due time. Emily finally moved. Her own pale body was naked, clothing folded neatly on the dresser so they wouldn't get messy. Moving around the bed to stand beside the cadaver. She leaned down and looked directly into the lifeless eyes before her. He'll be happier with you gone. He'll forget all about you. He'll never forget me. She whispered. Her bloody left hand reached over to collect blood from the brutal gash across her throat. She'd make several returns for more 'paint' as she began to smear it across the mirror on the back side of the bedroom door. 'You'll thank me someday' was her message. I...I can't...please! No more! W-wait...no! Please! N-ACKghrgh!!! The stone faced, raven haired woman cleaned her hands and knife in the bathroom sink, taking time to tidy up the bathroom afterwards. It was a shame he'd have to clean up this mess but...he'd get over it soon enough. He'd come for her and thank her. Emily got dressed, collected her bag and tucked her blade into it. She made sure to lock the door on her way out. What kind of lunatic didn't lock their doors in this crazy city?