02-16-2016, 03:52 PM
"Evil requires no reason."
"Just let me fall. Please just let me fall." She can speak but only to his mind, the only place that he allows her, so when he hears these words it is with a wicked smile that he wanders through the Meadow and the Forest. He goes until he is in the canyons of some forgotten part of the Desert and hovers her body over a drop. Here where they are alone, he makes her visible. He pulls her from that pocket in time, holding her with his magic until she opens her eyes and all she sees is down.
There was fear there and then with a laugh he releases the magic hold on her and she falls and falls until she hits the broken rocks on the bottom. And he allows her this, his mental leash on her soul keeping her in her body and not allowing her to leave even in death. He lets her agonize, bleeding all over with bones sticking from her legs and ribs puncturing her lungs. Her breathing rattles and he floats down to her body. His teeth find an unmarred spot on her cheek, drawing blood before his tongue follows the path his teeth had made. He smiles against her blood. "How was the fall my dear?"
He left her there, for what seemed like hours, sometimes he was there but most of the time he wasn't. Or at least not where her eyes or soul could feel him. Finally he is back and he walks in a small circle around her broken body, still tethered to life. "I should let you suffer here for days beauty." He says, stopping to tilts his head at her. Then he sighs and she is healed. "Get up." His voice holds that edge that says if she doesn't get up herself he will help her and it will be about as pretty as falling off a cliff.
And when she finally gets up, he sighs to himself and tucks her back into that pocket of space to return to the forest where he turns her into a white mouse. He smiles, holding her in place until his body turns into a black rattlesnake. He releases her. Run. His rattle starts to shake, and he waits until she disappears into the brush before he slides after her. It really wasn't going to be much of a sport as he knew where she was always, but he would let her think she could possibly get free. Wouldn't that be fun?
There was fear there and then with a laugh he releases the magic hold on her and she falls and falls until she hits the broken rocks on the bottom. And he allows her this, his mental leash on her soul keeping her in her body and not allowing her to leave even in death. He lets her agonize, bleeding all over with bones sticking from her legs and ribs puncturing her lungs. Her breathing rattles and he floats down to her body. His teeth find an unmarred spot on her cheek, drawing blood before his tongue follows the path his teeth had made. He smiles against her blood. "How was the fall my dear?"
He left her there, for what seemed like hours, sometimes he was there but most of the time he wasn't. Or at least not where her eyes or soul could feel him. Finally he is back and he walks in a small circle around her broken body, still tethered to life. "I should let you suffer here for days beauty." He says, stopping to tilts his head at her. Then he sighs and she is healed. "Get up." His voice holds that edge that says if she doesn't get up herself he will help her and it will be about as pretty as falling off a cliff.
And when she finally gets up, he sighs to himself and tucks her back into that pocket of space to return to the forest where he turns her into a white mouse. He smiles, holding her in place until his body turns into a black rattlesnake. He releases her. Run. His rattle starts to shake, and he waits until she disappears into the brush before he slides after her. It really wasn't going to be much of a sport as he knew where she was always, but he would let her think she could possibly get free. Wouldn't that be fun?
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