Thread: Twisted Intention [Antagonist x Ironic]

Blood seeped through the spaces in her fingers, and instead of the putrid scent of his saliva and pre-seed it was substituted by the scent of fresh iron. The liquid was warm yet thicker than water, and hurriedly she retrieved her hand. Raising it up, she would see the harm she had done to the rapist. It was as if she had patted her palm in a bucket of fresh wet paint, trailing down the underside of her wrist. It wasnt in Nalas nature to inflict pain to another human being, but her instincts chose life, and she would take the necessary actions to insure it. A trail of black mascara followed close behind her sopping tears, and she would sniffle as the man stared at his hand. Was he intrigued by it? It seemed to be as if he was staring at a piece of art, admiring the swirls of blood as it began to drip from the open wound. His expression was quick to change, fascination swapped with anger, and her heart sunk. She had goofed up, why would she take such brutal actions when she wouldnt be able to save herself when it was his turn to exchange blows? On the spur of the moment Nala thrashed her body around like a fish out of water, trying to make the man roll off from her spasming body but it was no use. Helplessness sunk down into the core of her bones, and now she would have a horror story of her own to share. His goal was successful, draining her from the hope she had stored deep in her heart now nothing but a void. The light that was in her eyes was hidden away by the shadow of a raised hand, and she flinched, waiting for the beatings to come. WHACK! Forceful, brutal, uncaring, dominance. How could one slap show so much built up emotions? Her neck cracked, forced over in the route the slap had directed. It would sting deeply, tingly and soon bubbled up with a nice picture of his own hand imprinted in her flesh. More iron was tasted, stronger than the last. CLOUT! This time without warning, as she was trying to recover from the previous blow, this one making her eyes flutter shut and the world around her spin faster than a marry-go-round. It felt like an eternity had passed, but it was only a few seconds. The friction of the unattended pavement against her back caused her to wail out in pain, resulting in something similar to rug burn. Why why why She muttered out with emotionless eyes, staring at the sky through the seep in the two buildings. Nalas body rocked, and naturally she became wet. It wasnt as wet as Rayze had anticipated, and so he began to take the action in his own hands. Rubbing the soft flower bud that was just above her urethra, she would twitch awkwardly, not use to someone touching the sensitive nub in such a harsh way. Gritting her teeth, she attempted to keep herself from growing aroused by his lewd acts. Naturally, her walls were seeping, and she couldnt help what came normally. It was hard to admit that it felt good, but that was the last thing this beast was doing to make her feel good. He wanted her wet for his own benefit, and he got what he wanted. I hope youre happy. She spat out, spitting on him afterwards. He couldnt hurt her anymore. She grew emotionless, it would only be wasted effort on his behalf.