Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Everything was a blur after Navaehs bra had been removed. Constrained to the chair, clearly powerless in this scenario, she was still clouted with full impact. Her head brutally twisted towards the opposite direction of the attack, blood dripping from the crack in her lip. More stains to add to her collection. I dont know why, but sex and gore is flawless together. The man in charge specified while his tongue flicked outwards to evenly coat his famished lips. Gripping the base of the dagger firmly he would use the tip of the blade to slide against her skin, piercing her flesh and causing lacerations that made her wail out in suffering. Quiet, whore! He demanded before using the base of his palm to crash against her forehead, triggering her head to snap backwards before being knocked out furthermore. She wasnt conscious, but her mind was racing in a dream-like state. Hands, long, spiny, creepy-crawly hands searched her body. Her hands that once were knotted up fell, gravity allowing the limbs to fall limp. Next, her legs were unfastened. Ouch, my body Why does it hurt? She asked herself, feeling the frosty temperature of the cement flooring underneath her flaccid frame. Tugging, and lots of it, towards her lower abdominal region. A breeze against my pelvis but why? Even her speech was slurred in her head as she attempted to grasp onto what was happening in the real world. The pants and identical laced panties were selfishly removed from her, thats where the breeze came from. Hands, more of them. Not just one two no, not even three more than four explored her body. S-Stop. Not there. Please. A-anything but there She succeeded in talking, but her voice was scratchy and hard to interpret. It didnt matter if she had anything to say, because someone standing beside her punched her in the ribs, causing the wind to huff out of her. Coughing, gasping. But the torture didnt end there. WHACK! A third blunt impact to her face, this time towards her temple. Nothing but darkness clouded her vision. What was that? My legs are spreading But I cant move anything. Legs WHY WONT YOU WORK?! Concentrating, using every muscle in her body to try and move, but she couldnt. Why did her legs betray her in a time like this? WORK DAMNIT! I need you to. No. Something large was trying to push through inside of her, and it wouldnt fit. It hurt, it hurt so bad she could feel the hotness of her tears stream down her cheeks. But he wouldnt give up, not without a fight. A quick buck of his hips and pure horror shook her body. Get it out! I dont want this! I She stopped thinking. Her mind went fuzzy. Was that a punch to her back? Head again? My hair hurts I dont remember putting it in a ponytail It hurts, my head, my chest, my pelvis, my everything! Hot liquid poured out of her, from everywhere it seems, and the scent of iron stained her nasal passages. Even on the tip of her tongue. It wouldnt fade away. Mumbling. And lots of it. Grunts, pants, cursing, and moans. Her body wouldnt stop moving. The hands wouldnt stop touching. The punches and blades wouldnt stop. Her heart was slowing down, but it felt soothing, fuzzy almost. Despite her body growing colder, she felt warm. Yeah thats it. Warm. The words repeated in her mind, uncaring to what was happening to her. This new feeling embraced her, but it wouldnt last. Wait, come back She reached for the warmth that was slipping away, her hands, slowly starting from the tips, turned as cold as ice. It trailed up to her forearm, her chest, her throat, until it reached to her eyes, where they sluggishly started to jolt to realization. It wasnt much, but they managed to ever so slightly open, just enough to see a blurry picture of what was going on. No finger was laid on her for once in what seemed like years. Someone no something large stepped in front of her. She couldnt see its face, no matter how hard she attempted to fixate her irises on it. Too blurry Bloody screams, the kinds that haunted you in your nightmares after watching a good horror movie, pierced her eardrums. Agony, despair, pleading It was an orchestra of emotions. That body, it turned around, and she wanted to see what it was, this image. Claws. Long, thick, and strong claws closed her tired lids, accompanied with a soft Shhh Blank. So warm Navaeh hummed to herself as she shifted underneath the cape before scowling in discomfort. Like a rebooted computer it took her some time to open her tired eyelids. A few blinks before the image was clear. Strange. I dont remember this ceiling. She blinked to make sure she wasnt dreaming, only to see the same white ceiling. Her body It was hard to move. Pain perforated her small body, a distressed groan seeping out of her cracked lips. Since she couldnt move, her eyes skated around this new environment, only to catch sight of something oddly familiar. No, it couldnt be a dream. And like a bullet to the brain, an explosion of memories erupted inside of her confused mind. She was abducted, raped, and tortured. It was hard because she was essentially lifeless throughout the entire ordeal, but that thing. It was there, and it brought her here to safety. Ah!!!! She screamed out loud, uncertain of what the hell this was before her. It looked like something from hell itself. Was it here to reciprocate what had happened to her? Did she die and end up in hell? She wanted to run away, but it only aggravated her tired body. It didnt stop her from rolling off of the bed she was sleeping on, causing a hard THUNK as her body hit the floor. She scuffled away, turning her head repeatedly towards the door then back to the creature sent from hell.