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My belly hurts,
I feel him near,
even when it’s silent, empty
I still know he’s here.
Forever Haunting me….
I must be strong,
Prepare to move on
His presence can’t control me
His “love” shall no longer hold me
His lies should no longer fill me with joy
Through I love him,
He must no longer control me
I am stronger alone then with him
This I must believe
The future is all I must look to
Though I am depressed to know we are through
I must know it will get better,
That it was for the best
Though I hate the pain beating in my chest
I know in time it will be put to rest
In time I’ll move on
For now I must be strong
For myself and my loved ones
I’d never killed a human before, it just wasn’t in my nature to be so numb to another creatures pain. Yet, I couldn’t help but choke back a laugh as I’d stare at this….he wasn’t even a man, not for all the evil he’d done. Not for all the torment he’d caused, all the deaths, and for what? A bit cash? Pleasure? I had to know why, before I’d even began my own personal hell for him. I needed know what his purpose was for sentencing over 100 dogs to their deaths in a fighting ring. For dealing drugs to a countless number of children, for posing as an innocent simple book store owner when inside, all he was was a creature from hell. Well, I’d show him true hell, “You there!” I shouted to the man in the drench coat. He turned his head slowly, half afraid that I was a cop. I smiled at him and batted my eyes as I sauntered over, “Sorry to shout,” I said softly, thinking I’d attract much less attention in this ally if I’d lure him in quietly. Normally, I hated playing with my food, but since I wasn’t going to eat this one, I made an exception. “I’m just nervous, a friend of mine, his name is Vinny, he told me I could get a score off you?” I asked. The look on his face suggested he wanted a little more from me then just my money. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, the scent waffling from his coat was acidic and sicking, I forced down a gag. “I usually charge 15 an ounce,” he said, his voice was almost a whisperer. I grimaced, “I only brought 5 I was hoping, it’d be less,” I said, doing my best to sound disappointed, inside I tried my best to keep my breakfast down.
The more time I spent with him, the more I found reasons to hate him. His scent was revolting, his eyes were to close together, his voice to cracked and soft and no matter what he said all I heard was crap. I had to get this guy in my den so he could be killed and there could be one less creep on the streets. The creep took one long look at me, scoping out my body, I’d suddenly regretted the white v-neck shirt and tight, hip-hugger blue jeans I’d decided to put on today. I’d known where he’d hope this would go, “Well….I’m sorry miss no cash, no coke, I can’t make money if I let people go for cheep, even if they are….as beautiful as you,” he said.
I turned my head to roll my eyes before turning my attention back to him. “Are you sure, there’s no way you can let me off the hook, just this once?” I said, hoping I sounded flirtatious and not desperate. The creep look another long look at me before opening his mouth again, “Well, this is your first time….” he hesitated, letting the double meaning take effect, and farther sickening me. “I guess I could let you off the hook, just this once,” he said. I licked my lips in false interest, this was going to be very fun.
Once I’d had him interested, leading him back to my place was easy. In truth all it was, was an empty storage room in a warehouse some where near Vegas, sure it had a bed and a T.V but other then that it wasn’t much. The hardest part in this would be keeping myself coherent enough to torment this creature before my own inner beast decided to make an appearance. It helped that the moon was on my side tonight, not full, not yet anyway. All I had to worry about was my temper, it would have to be tame to get through this. As my lips stay linked with his, I smelled the room, trying to pinpoint where the handcuffs I’d stolen from a dirty cop I’d devoured the other day. I let loose soft moans and light growls as I guided him to a lone chair behind the couch. I looked at him, his eyes full of lust as he began to strip off his coat and pants. His scent was overpowering, it was like all the worst stenches you could possibly find, mixed into one. My tong slid across my bottom lip in false interest as I bent down and reached for the cuffs and a whip I’d spotted on the floor one night, “You’re into some kinky stuff for a 16 year old,” he said as his eyes continued to stare at my body and the cuffs that rested in my hand, “Well I’m very….experienced for my age,” I stated, my tone low and seductive. I closed my eyes as I sat on his lap, he was in his boxer shorts and I just in my jeans and bra but that didn’t stop me from flinching as his lower half poked my inner thigh.
My lips pressed against his neck, massaging it with a kiss as my hands caressed his wrist. I kept my lips on his neck and collarbone until his hands were cuffed securely behind the chair. I brought my lips up to his ear and whispered softly, “Now comes the really fun part,” I got off of him and his ever expanding bulge. He looked at me eagerly and genteelly fought against the cuffs, I growled at the weak,squirming, creature. “You ever been whipped with a cat-nine before?” I asked. He gulped and shook his head no, “You’re not really gonna use that on me are you?” he asked, a bit of fear in his voice. I looked down at the whip as I paced across the room for a moment, “Do you know that, for every dog you’ve ever sentenced to death was another one that could have been a pet,” I asked. Another gulp escaped him, suddenly the bulge in his pants decided it wasn’t ready to play and shrank back into the safety of its owner, “Listen if you’re some kind of animal rights activist, you can have the dogs, I don’t want them,” he said. I smiled as beads of sweat left his head. “No see, its more then just the dogs, I’ve been watching you John, each day you pose as some nice bookstore owner when in truth all you are is slime, you sell drugs to kids and rape and kill the ones who don’t pay, you sentence hundreds of dogs to death and you think you deserve to live?” I asked. His eyes stayed on the whip, it was unsettling to see him choke back a laugh though. He thought I was joking.
I growled and brought the whip to eye level, with a loud, thunderous crack, I smirked as he hissed in pain. A few more cracks and he slumped over, his face bloodied and scared, I growled with slight satisfaction. The smile was gone from his face, “Alright! Alright, what do you want?” he asked, his heart raced in his chest, his breathing slightly labored, “I want to know why, why you sentenced so many to death,” I said. He looked at me, anger in his eyes, as though he thought my reason was idiotic. I snarled at him and decided the cat nine wasn’t enough, in an instant my right had became a deadly claw and racked his chest, four deep wounds laced with venom burned into him. He cried out in pain, “Why did you do it!” I shouted over his cry. I watched as his eyes fell on mine again,”For the money,” he whispered, I snarled his ear. Outraged at the idiotic reason, “Money? I think it’s more then just that,you liked what you did didn’t you?” I asked. He nodded his head and I tossed him across the room, chair and all. The sound that echoed from when he landed was a symphony of pain, I raced over to him and picked him up back his neck. “Give me a reason, why you should live and I might not kill you,” I said, against my will I let him fall to ground. His chair tipped over and caused him to land on his side, blood poured on the ground from his gaping wounds. “Yes I liked what I did, now please let me go,” he begged, I growled, my eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.
I could smell the fear seeping through his pours, I couldn’t let him leave, not now. Not when I knew he’d just go back to his old ways after he healed up. I sat him up and scratched him for a few more hours, until every part of his body was burning from my venom. Panting as blood spattered across the room, I looked at him, his face twisted in pain, his lungs tired from screaming. For my first pleasure kill, I had to admit I was loving it, “You won’t live tonight, John, you’ve hurt to many, when you’re dead, I’ll collect your dogs and as for the girls, I’m sure they’ll be fine, those that I can find, they’ll come with me, I’ll make them what I am and they’ll be better off. As for you Johnathan, your reign ends here and now,” I said. Tears racked his face along with the open wounds, he almost looked relieved that the end was near. I looked at his skin, it was bloody and almost completely barren of skin, I licked my lips as my finger ran across his lips and caressed his jawline, with one swift motion, I yanked his jaw bone from his mouth.
A horrific gargled scream was heard and even I was surprised to see he was still alive as I let the part drop to the ground. Next I moved to his pants and yanked out the very appendage that had poked me earlier, another gargled scream, louder then the first, emerged from his torn mouth. Finally tired of his torment, I punched a hole threw his chest and grabbed his heart in my hands. With it out, his head slumped over, eyes closing for the last time. I dropped the organ to the floor and crushed in under my foot.
With the creature dead, my new mission was to keep my promise and find release the dogs, as well as find the girls I’d seen him with. Most of them were run a ways like myself, trying to find salvation but instead found hell. I’d go to them, show them who I really was and see how many wanted to help me form a new pack. Hopefully they’d welcome it, though I knew many would shy away, those that stayed would be my new sisters, the rest I would hope for the best. Until I found them I would always be a Rogue.