Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

He was a man of many parts. Equally comfortable in camouflage with a bow as he was in a tuxedo at the opera. James enjoyed all of the finer things in life. Everything from exquisitely aged wine and a fine woman to a perfectly cold morning in the mountains tracking a buck through the brush all the way to the perfect woman's perfect scream in exquisite terror. So he knew potential when he saw it. And he saw it in her. Had they met a year or two ago he may have sponsored her, pushed her through the finest schools so he could see her rise through the elite ranks in New York just so he could tear her down and destroy her in the basement of a rented house under an assumed name. But it wasn't a year or two ago. It was here and now. So he was forced to enjoy what luck had brought him. Already thoughts flowed through his mind of her enpointe before him, her breasts bound while he whipped her naked flesh. Though he once again had to force those images from his mind. He adored the anticipation. But knew that if he did not maintain his control over his urges that he would strike before it was time, and that time was coming soon. Before long her flesh would bleed under his knife and her body would quiver because of his assaulting rod. So he turned his mind back to the show she gave him. The enticing movements of her femine form and the chill of the night conjoined with the gooseflesh on her skin with the setting sun. Ballet, he believed, in itself was a form of submission. It was a form of dance almost strictly reserved for the royality it was preformed for. In the beginning anyway. Dancers toiled for years learning the art. All in an attempt to entertain their betters. In a sense the ballerina admitted during her performance that she was subservient to her audience. A fact that James was sure was lost on the dancers in modern times. But ignorance of history did not change history. So he saw it fitting that this beautiful woman who was about to become his displayed her art for him, the man that was soon to destroy her. Once she finished he clapped his hands in applause. But said not a single word. Instead he waited for her next move. And when she grabbed her purse and started for the door James grabbed the bottle and joined her. A step or two before they reached it he gently placed his hand at the small of her back. Instantly the contact with her toned body sent an almost electric jolt through him. Though he stayed his desire and instead of forcing her movement. Instead of using the contact to bring her closer he gently guided her while the hand that held the bottle turned the handle and pushed open the door. Then while it creeked open he ushered her inside as he said warmly. You are tallented. I hope you will preform for me again. hoping to draw her attention from what she would soon find inside. Inside the small cabin his former captive still hung in the kitchen. Bound by the feet upside down the corpse hung without an ounce of flesh on her decapitated body. Only bone and sniew remained. Just before her corpse was the table which still had many of her organs piled atop each other. Though he disposed of her lower intestine and stomach. And just below her corpse lay a pool of dried blood her skin and severed head. Though it was obvious that it had not been haphazardly discarded. Instead James laid out the skin that formerly covered his victim's beautiful body and had wrapped himself in it like a blanket. That was where he slept the night prior using her head as a pillow. The rest of the cabin was unremarkable. Save for the chains and ropes that hung from the celing in various places. Against one wall sat a large bed. In the center of the cabin was a short table and two chairs. And along the opposite wall of the bed was an old couch. The kitchen other than the gruesome scene was equally unremarkable. A simple wood burning stove with a small counter a deep granite sink and a fridge that had long been silent from the lack of electricity were all it held. Beyond the sleeping area sat a dividing wall to a very basic bathroom with a toilet a sink and a shower which was fed by a well though since there was no gas to hear the water heater all that flowed was cold water. There wasn't even a fireplace. The stove was the cabins only source of heat. James suddenly shoved the young woman well past the threshold and pulled the door closed behind him. The door, that door he blocked was the cabins only exit. What few Windows existed were set far too high for her to reach. You sure you don't want a drink? he asked with a chuckle.