Tag: Life

“I could never, not now, not after all this,” he says through groggy eyes.

“Why? We’re made to be together, literally created by heaven and earth for one reason, to bond, don’t you feel it? Can’t you see it?” She says pressing a hand against his dirty, bruised chest, he grabs her hand and thrust it away.

“You’re FUCKING crazy, to think that just proves it. WE weren’t made to be together you half-wit, we fucked, that’s it, I was never interested in anything else,” he says through clenched teeth.

She slap him across the face, “Is this really all you have to say for yourself? Is this all that’s left between us?” She asks.

“Fuck you! You lock me up in this prison, yet you expect me to love you, what a fool you are, and how I’ll love taking your head from your shoulders!”

“You’re just like the rest, a whore!” She spits raking him across the face with her fingernails, tearing chunks of skin free, the blood glistens in the light as he hisses in pain.

“You fucking bitch!” He yells leaping towards her, but instead, crashes to the ground in a heap as the chains reach their limit.

“We could’ve been something wonderful, we could’ve made the skies sing, but,” she says, looking down at him, her face twisted with anger, as she tightens her grip on a the hilt of a large blade. “You spat in the face of true love, degrading what we had, degrading me, for that there can only be one punishment.”

“Y-Y-You’re fucking crazy, we went out three times, you were the one who invited me in, you made the first move honey, I just went with the flow. No wonder you’re single, freaks like you belong in zoos, not dating fucking sites!” He screams as he forces himself up, onto his knees.

“I thought you loved me,” she says fighting back the tears.

“Lady, ain’t no one ever going to love you, you fuck….” he stops dead in his tracks as she drives the knifes blade deep into the back of his head, he lets out a final, desperate, strained gasp, then collapses to the floor, where she drives the blade into him again and again, screaming wildly as she does, until she finally stumbles to her knees and sits sobbing in an ever going pool of his blood.

“You could’ve been the one,” she says softly.

If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE.

“Ya come here lokin for magic girl, I ain’t got no magic here, I ain’t got much’o anything, what makes ya believe me have that kinda thing here?” The old woman’s says, looking through her one good eye, while the other sits unmoving, white.

“I’ve come a long way to see you, I know what you really Vamera, the time for lies is over, your past is coming to bite you on the proverbial behind, so, you can continue down this road, or you can realize an ally when you see one,” the girl says sternly, launching herself to her feet.

The old woman laughs, “Ya take me for a fool girl? I’m old, been living a long time, but me don’t have no reason ta lie, not ta ya anyway, I know of Vamera, I know what she did, but, I hate ta spoil ya grand performance, she long gone, years now, ya ask anyone girly, they all tell ya all the same, she dead,” the old woman says.

“You lie, I don’t care what you say, I know who you are, and if you keep playing this game, I’ll make you wish to be dead!”

“What ya gonna do girly? I’m old, death be a blessing ta someone like me, ya gonna’ave to do better than that if ya wanna be scaring me,” she says with a crooked, toothless smile.

“You don’t realize who I am do you?” The girl says promptly, folding her arms across her chest.

“Does it matter? Ya just be some girl who thinks she’s a woman, an better than little old me,” the old woman says, squinting her good eye.

“I’m madam Contessa, of the DeMicShires, generation upon generation has my family been holders of the key of Danquiench, and as of last week, I inherited that honor. As I told you, your past, is about to catch up with you, the spell you placed upon my family, and now upon me, will be no more,” she says raising an old, eighteenth century pistol, cocking the firing mechanism as she does, she smiles. “Recognize this witch?” She says as she pulls the trigger, blowing a hole in the old woman, sending her crashing across the room, and into a bloody heap into the floor.

“My family is now avenged,” she says, as the old woman suddenly leaps into the air, and crashes into her.

“Ya gonna die now child, ya gone and wrecked this here body, an now me be needing a new one!” She screams as she pulls a bone handled blade from her dress, driving it into Contessa’s stomach.

“W-W-What are you, you doing?” She stammers.

“What I did ta ya great-great grand nanny and hers before that girly, how’d ya think an old woman like me be surviving so long in dying skins? I knew who ya were as soon as ya walked through me door, fate me call it,” she says with a chuckle. “Been waiting for one of ya ta come, and now ain’t no letting go of ya girl, ya here ta stay now, been hunting ya for ta long, ta just let ya go,” the old woman says as she digs the knife into the girls forehead, and slowly begins slicing it across her face, the girl screams out in agony.

If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE.

“I don’t know how I can thank you, everything you’ve done today will not be forgotten,” he says, looking up at him, tears running down his cheeks.

“I’m not being generous here sport, this is what you’d call, a building experience for everyone,” he says with an uncomfortable, wry smile.

“A building experience? Wh-What do you mean by that?”

“I mean a lot of thing Merv, a lot of things,” he says as he crouches down by his side. “You see, where I come from, it’s not that far, but, it takes a few days traveling to get there, we do things a bit differently than you do up here. Firstly, and probably the most important note to make,” he says grinning broadly, “is that we never do anything for nothing, so, I expect to get something out of all this.”

“Y-You want to be PAID?”

He laughs, “Mate, and don’t take me as being judgmental or anything here, but saving someone’s life requires a hell of a lot more than you could ever afford to pay.”

“W-What do you want?”

He places a large, rough hand on his knees and squeezes, nodding towards the two girls huddled in the corner, “We can start with them, and work out way up,” the girls instantly begin to scream loudly, he stares at the man mortified.

“N-N-No, you, you can’t, I-I-I, I…”

The man grabs him by the throat and lifts him high into the air, “This ain’t a fucking democracy friend, this is a fucking totalitarian dictatorships, and I’m the man in charge, so you can either abide by my rules or suffer punishment. Your call Kojak, bow down or go down, either way,” he says slamming the man to his knees, “someone’s sucking my cock.”

“Y-Y-You, you can’t be serious?”

“I am deadly fucking serious my little dakka, so what’s it going to be? You gonna man up for the women, take it for the team?” he says undoing his belt, and slowly unzipping his fly. “Or, are they going to pay the government tax?”

He quickly looks back over to the girls, they both look terrified, then nervously back at the man, swallows a mouthful of dry air, and closes his eyes tightly, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it, just promise me you won’t hurt them?” He says as he opens his mouth wide, waiting for the man to do his deed, but, instead he begins laughing.

“Man, you sure do look silly, sitting there thinking I’d really expect YOU to suck my cock, boy you are one looney bastard,” he says through fits of laugh.

He let’s out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to smile nervously, “Y-Y-You really had me going there, I actually thought you were serious,” he says wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Oh mate I am, but I ain’t no homosexual, so there ain’t no way you’re  touching my cock, but them girls, well, they’re a different kettle of fish,” he says as he knocks him to the ground. The last sounds he hears before the darkness takes him are the girls cries of terror, and the man’s wicked laugh.