Diabolical Affection
By: Outlaw-2
Hands; grasping, squeezing a
handle drenched in crimson,
A leer; wide enough to be of this dement,
Eyes; arched and warped to a mind-blowing pierce,
Mind; was there one in the first place?
Damp, dark, intense. Standing from the rest was a figure, hands
each holding to what it seems to be sickles. In my hands was what
it seemed a short sword, too, drenched in blood, both mine and
others that lay limp on the ground with gashes. Noticing my
presence, she aimed one of her sickles at me, with a mindless grin
that somehow interest me.
"How about it?" was her harsh voice before a leer formed on her
lips; stunning.
I could not bother giving a reply. This intensity was enough to
answer her senseless question; a firm yes! Excitement overcame fear
as I charged towards the brunette with ferocity as the blade
gleamed through the night. A horrendous clang was heard before a
scar formed on her left arm. She never flinched. Instead, she was
stimulated by that fact; a masochist in the flesh.
"Not enough to satisfy me," she purred in someway.
A hurl from the left sickle came towards me with its blood trying
to blind me. A hasty swipe from the blade left a lingering metallic
clang as its reverberation stung my ears. A hard boot was made,
sending her hurtling to what it seems a knock-down desk. A crunch
was heard before a splatter ensued. I paced my way towards her.
There she was, taking deep breaths; probably from exhaustion.
Beautiful, I thought. Never was there a lass of this dement, yet
stunningly charming with her abilities. I can never believe that
this massacre was her doing, but I had witnessed it, and shared the
same mindset.
"I'm tired, darling," she hissed with passion.
"Mind as well, my little devil," I replied with a sarcastic
tone.
"My, my, you really turn me on," was her response before coming up
to her feet as her right arms aimed to what it seems another
classroom. "How about it, another round?"
"Very much I like it, dear,"
Lips soon connected to each other as arms wrapped around the both
of us without warning. Her warmth sent me pushing her to a nearby
wall, in attempt to make her my prey. Dropping her guard, crimson
eyes stared into mine with fascination. The lust was unbearable,
but it had to wait. We could hear our mere 'lambs' squirming to the
back of the class next door, knowing that their death was
next.
Maybe, I realised how much fun it was doing such a taboo. We knew,
our deaths meant a one-way trip to the Underworld, but we do not
care about that matter. We knew what would happen to us should we
find ourselves defeated. Following this simple rule...
If one dies, another follows
suit.
...Then from the looks of it, I might as well enjoy this moment
with this hallucinating lass I call her my love.
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OOC: This prose can really give you tons of views about what they
were doing. Give your thoughts on how you view it.
