Post by //Setsuna-Chan\\ on Oct 15, 2005 12:53:16 GMT -5
Setsa: Oooh! Don’t mind my perversion…I finally chose to write a story about Paia, before he met Howl and the rest in the HMC roleplay I have on Gaia 3
Paia was my card magister/wizard character, whom I love to high heaven, but I felt he didn’t get a big enough showing in any of the RPs, so why not write his story here, neh? Well uhm, sorry for the UBER DEPRESSION/ANGST/BLOOD/MOLESTATION that is featured within these pages…
You know you like it.
Well here you are folks! vanishes in a cloud of…stuff
~~~~~
‘It’s kind of…cold….’
I've heard there was a secret chord,
That David played, and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to drown out all the world, all the sound, change the sights around him. How badly he wished he could be like the world outside, to be free, to walk in the streets without a care in the world
Instead, he was here, a bane, a non-significant speck in a universe filled with meaning, hope…
He could hear the radio turn on up above. His heart began to pound in his ears, and he struggled against his chains, how he hated that melody…those songs, every time, it was the same song, the same loud music turned to full capacity as if to say something to the unsuspecting world outside of this room.
The song to drown out his screaming…
It goes like this.
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah…
Footsteps coming down the stairs, and he shivered, refusing to look up as the young girl stopped before him, chewing her gum sloppily, and watching him through her cold, steel eyes, reaching up, and tying her curly-blonde hair from her face. She completed the ribbon, smirking at him. “Look at me,” she demanded, and he tried to ignore her, stare at the drain that had always washed away the truth of what happened, focus on that song he so deeply loathed.
“Look. At. Me.” Her voice grew dangerously low, and she glowered at him. Finally, he tilted his head up to gaze at the girl, trying to keep himself from looking away from her again. How he hated looking at her, how her face was so serious for such a young girl, how she got such a kick out of his pain.
His face brought her to grinning. “Good.” She blew another bubble, picking it off her lips, and turned, walking to the other end of of the room. He could hear clattering, sounds of her looking through items and whatnots and other unmentionables that would bring him all sorts of pain. He knew. She finally returned, something in her hands glinting; a knife.
She twirled her pigtails lazily. “Now, Paia, do you know why you are down here tonight?” She asked quietly, blowing yet another pink bubble and chewing it loudly. He looked thoughtful, if only for a moment, then shook his head.
“Not for anything that I did…”
A sudden flicker of movement, and his cheek began to bleed. She cut him, as a warning, a warning as to what was coming….because now…it had begun….
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
He simply lifted his head to look at her again, knowing that looking away would do nothing for him. She smirked once more, tapping the blade to her fingers, then bringing it to her mouth, and licking off the blood in a sadistic manner. “Well now Paia, how are you going to answer me now…?”
He slowly blinked, as if in a daze, but answered in a monotonous voice, “I said, I didn’t do it…”
Another flash, and the blade opened yet another scar across his cheek, leaving him with a nasty cross-shaped mark on his cheek. She looked mad now, knowing that was NOT the answer she wanted. Instead, he tugged against his chains, and watched as she took the blade to his chest, making him stop.
Instead of cutting him, she brought it under one of the buttons, then another, until his shirt was left open. This was the worst part, watching her strip him just to make him even more ashamed at what was happening. He ignored it, shutting his eyes again, and inhaling deeply, as if to keep her away.
‘Devon……’
Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight
overthrew you…
He let out a tired sigh as she pulled out something else, another blade, perhaps. No, it was something else. A whip decorated with shards of glass there’s a name for those… . . “I’m going to ask you again,” she said darkly, forcing him to sit as she tapped the blade to her hands. “Why. Are. You. Being. Punished.”
Paia glared at her, his silvery locks falling into his face, shadowing his eyes. “I…tried to escape…”
She suddenly laughed, bringing the hilt-end of the blade, hitting him on his collarbone. He let out a hiss of pain, but sat there, taking it all. “That’s right! You tried to escape. But you forget that I OWN you now, and if you EVER try to do something like that again, I’ll be sure to call upon that witch at the castle, and have her kill you in a more sadistic manner than she killed your ‘boyfriend.’
His eyes flashed. “How DARE You talk about Devon like that!!!!” He tried to lunge at her, but she brought down the glass-end of the whip now, the shards digging into his flesh, then ripping back as she hit him. He yelped, falling back as the new gashes began to bleed heavily. He struggled again and again against his chains, and again and again, she brought that glass-edged whip to his flesh, tearing his chest to pieces, reviving the old wounds.
Tears came to his eyes, and he threw his head back, finally giving up.
“Please….”
She tied you,
To a kitchen chair.
She broke your throne, she cut your hair,
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah…
Slowly, she grinned, watching his reaction as the blood passed from his chest, staining the stone seat, and his legs, seeping to the floor, and swirling towards the drain. “Good boy,” She said softly, running a finger through his hair. “Because without you, I have nothing,” She whispered, lightly kissing his forehead.
He flinched, trembling at her touch, trying to pull away again, and she instead brought the knife to his side, running it along the whip’s marks, making him jolt suddenly. She chuckled lightly, still nuzzling him.
Paia held back his pain, thinking a bout the music playing loudly from above. Some stupid song by some stupid boy band, NSync or something crappy like that…she finally pulled back, trailing her fingers through his blood, then looking at her hand. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered, closing the knife, and moving away.
“So red…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
The man felt her bring the knife once more to his chest, tracing it along his collarbone and his neck, then pulled it back, pacing around the room. She wasn’t sure what to do just yet, obviously deep in thought, deciding his punishment. “I could tie you up, and pour salt over your wounds…” She teased.
He didn’t laugh.
She glanced at him. “Paia,” she said deeply, suddenly taking his face in her hands, bringing him closer to him, “you belong to ME,” she reminded him, lovingly stroking his face. “Why do you keep running…?”
He felt his eyes burning, but he didn’t cry, nor did he answer. It took a few more moments, when she pressed the blade to his stomach. “Tell me. Now. Before I cut you open, and align your organs in a neat fashion on the FLOOR.” It took even longer as he looked around the room, gazing at the walls covered in dust, at the brownish-red stained floor.
Finally, he spoke to her, taking a shaky breath. “…I don’t want…to be a slave…”
Maybe I've been here before.
I know this room; I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you…
She stared in disbelief, then broke into a sadistic laugh, pulling away from him. “You’re supposed to LOVE me! I’m your MASTER! I SAVED you from that witch Suliman, and she could have EASILLY killed you along with Devon, but here you are, insulting me?!”
The blade hit him across his opposite cheek, and he yelped as it cut deeply. He could feel it throb, then grow numb, leaving him to tremble at her grasp. She sighed, then took off his shirt, ripping it to shreds and discarding it to the floor to soak up his blood.
“Without you, I am nothing,” She announced, speaking in a cooing voice, taunting him practically. He resisted the urge to swear, glaring at her again, his eyes gleaming dangerously. Suddenly, the collar around his neck tightened, and he gasped, choking, and coughing.
“Isn’t it wonderful? That feeling of helplessness…where you can do NOTHING…where I am your victor, and the one that you will love as well, even as I do this...” she said, cutting him again.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch;
love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah…
Paia let out a choked sob again, shivering as she set the knife down, raising the whip. His mind was swarming with thoughts of his past, of Devon, of the cards and the magic. His eyes fell on his hat, which lay across the room. It looked rather pathetic, the top of it left to just a wire rim, no fabric.
That hat…those stitches…he was brought back when she doused him with hot water, and he gasped, then flinched, and tugged at the chains so hard, they cut into his wrists. “Christ,” he finally said, writhing on the stone seat.
She grinned at him .For a fourteen year old, she was the cruelest person he’d ever seen…and he’d seen some pretty cruel people. Then again, he knew why…he knew why she needed to hurt, why she needed to break him like she did just about every night.
He knew how she’d suffered, as he was suffering now, maybe not as bad, maybe worse. But it didn’t matter to him. He wanted to walk those streets again without being collared, without having to return to someone who ‘loved him to death’. Literally.
“Apologize.” She suddenly scolded, raising the whip, and snapping it at him, the shards catching his pant leg, and ripping the fabric. He flinched again, looking away, as she demanded him to apologize once more. Again and again she yelled at him, kicking him with her heeled shoe, watching him shudder and tense at each hit, feeling his skin blacken.
“I’m sorry…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
She let out another quiet chuckle. There was a yell from upstairs, and she gasped, wiping her hands on a rag, then racing up the stairs, the wood clunking. The door slammed shut, and the music softened, leaving Paia alone to bleed in the dim-lit room.
He thought about a lot of memories as he lay there, staring blankly at himself. Oh how beautiful it was, the memories of him and Devon on their travels, laughing to one another as they played cards, tried new foods and drinks, and chased one another in a childish way…
Somehow, Paia was the child to Devon, so much younger, and his mind so much more blank. At one point, he could remember hearing Devon tell him how adorable he seemed when he was asleep…those words were dear to him…and he almost felt embarrassed at the thought that maybe…
Maybe he had loved Devon more, than just a brother and friend…
There was a time you'd let me know,
What's real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me do you?
He was sitting there, his body feeling numb, the only thing keeping him sane were the memories of him in his brief period of freedom…he could see the black haired wizard walking ahead of him, so must stronger, so much more secure, and mysterious, in such a beautiful way…
Paia had always envied Devon in a sad way. He wanted to be as strong, if not stronger, than his beloved friend. How the two of them worked so well together, kicking demon ass and sharing deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets with one another.
The door upstairs opened again, and he looked up, as the lights faded. He knew that, this was the worst part…he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to focus on the wizard’s face, think about the good times. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much then…
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too.
And every breath we drew was hallelujah…
Paia felt like crying, watching the room slip into darkness as she killed the lights. He could feel Allison fuming quietly behind him as she plastered her foot to his back, pushing him to the floor, the chains tightening. She scolded him, giving him another rough shove as he tried to pull away. The chains broke, and instead he was collared to the floor, his hands finally falling free, scraping the cement below.
His head ached. He’d rather watch Suliman slay the girl than when he watched her slay Devon, the wizard falling in a heap of flesh and blood. His head ached even more, his stomach rising into his throat as she forced him down, head hanging low. He had the ideas of what she was doing, what horrible torment she would inflict.
He wished that Suliman, the most powerful, and most feared magic-doer in the world would slaughter Him instead…
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
The dreaded moments of when he heard her return had finally arrived. With the door closed, he knew what was coming for him. He had been free for two days, and two days was enough to keep him sane. Allison kicked his ribs, where he cried out, and she stormed off. “DON’T move.”
He heard her scuffling around the basement, searching. He wanted to run, but he knew if he moved, she would be even madder. He couldn’t do anything as she stormed back, grabbing his collar, and with inhuman strength, shoved him to the floor, making him cry out again.
He hit the concrete floor with a thump. “Ahh…” trying to sit up, she flew after him, and he felt something hit him. Maybe a bat. Maybe the whip again. He didn’t care anymore. His mind had already blindly locked out everything that caused him pain. Everything. Devon. Allison.
Humanity all together in itself…
Maybe there's a God above,
And all I ever learned from love,
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you…
She lashed at him again, and he could feel the skin on his back split. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath that echoed in his ears, each slip of air that escaped his lips. Please…let me die…
He prayed to himself as she lashed out again and again. The pain felt so distant now, his body feeling numb. “No…” he tried to plead, but he heard her yell, and hit his side. There was a snap, and the numbing turned into nothing but overwhelming pain in which he writhed against, then fell limp to the shackles again.
She stopped for a few moments, and at that time, he felt she had actually stopped. How wrong he was, when she started again. He deeply inhaled the scent of his blood, growing dizzy. It’s like smelling new coins…he thought, then smiled without realizing it.
Allison’s eyes gleamed with some sort of insane darkness. “You think this is funny?! She asked, hitting his side once more, where he had felt the snap, and he fell limp again, coughing.
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah…
He couldn’t see much anymore, besides the blood below his face. The sting of the cold, and the darkness. He’d felt this before, this unbearable pain and longing, and burning, as Allison put down her whip, stripping him of both his clothing AND his dignity. She continued to brag about how she’d saved him…how she had rescued him from Hell…
“I’m going to try something new,” she whispered, looking down at his tormented body. “Something to make you never…leave…again…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Her hands went to his most ‘sacred’ area, and he saw the knife again, his eyes widening. He yelped, trying to pull away, finally tears streaming down his face.
He pleaded with her to stop, digging his nails into the concrete, making his fingers and his hands bleed as he tried to pull away from her, his tears turning to sobs of pain and anguish.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
He threw his head back, screaming to the Gods that they would make this end that his misery would stop. Allison ignored him, and suddenly, the overwhelming rush of pain was more than the pleasure he felt, collapsing to the ground again, his face tear-streaked.
Allison was laughing again…and he closed his eyes, sinking into the oblivion of his mind, praying for someone, or something to save him…
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
Though he was long passed faded, he could her a click, and see the barrel of a gun, pointed towards his head. “Time to say goodbye, bubble-brain,” she grinned, and his eyes glazed.
Hallelujah.
Another click, and…
Hallelujah…
Paia was my card magister/wizard character, whom I love to high heaven, but I felt he didn’t get a big enough showing in any of the RPs, so why not write his story here, neh? Well uhm, sorry for the UBER DEPRESSION/ANGST/BLOOD/MOLESTATION that is featured within these pages…
You know you like it.
Well here you are folks! vanishes in a cloud of…stuff
~~~~~
‘It’s kind of…cold….’
I've heard there was a secret chord,
That David played, and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to drown out all the world, all the sound, change the sights around him. How badly he wished he could be like the world outside, to be free, to walk in the streets without a care in the world
Instead, he was here, a bane, a non-significant speck in a universe filled with meaning, hope…
He could hear the radio turn on up above. His heart began to pound in his ears, and he struggled against his chains, how he hated that melody…those songs, every time, it was the same song, the same loud music turned to full capacity as if to say something to the unsuspecting world outside of this room.
The song to drown out his screaming…
It goes like this.
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah…
Footsteps coming down the stairs, and he shivered, refusing to look up as the young girl stopped before him, chewing her gum sloppily, and watching him through her cold, steel eyes, reaching up, and tying her curly-blonde hair from her face. She completed the ribbon, smirking at him. “Look at me,” she demanded, and he tried to ignore her, stare at the drain that had always washed away the truth of what happened, focus on that song he so deeply loathed.
“Look. At. Me.” Her voice grew dangerously low, and she glowered at him. Finally, he tilted his head up to gaze at the girl, trying to keep himself from looking away from her again. How he hated looking at her, how her face was so serious for such a young girl, how she got such a kick out of his pain.
His face brought her to grinning. “Good.” She blew another bubble, picking it off her lips, and turned, walking to the other end of of the room. He could hear clattering, sounds of her looking through items and whatnots and other unmentionables that would bring him all sorts of pain. He knew. She finally returned, something in her hands glinting; a knife.
She twirled her pigtails lazily. “Now, Paia, do you know why you are down here tonight?” She asked quietly, blowing yet another pink bubble and chewing it loudly. He looked thoughtful, if only for a moment, then shook his head.
“Not for anything that I did…”
A sudden flicker of movement, and his cheek began to bleed. She cut him, as a warning, a warning as to what was coming….because now…it had begun….
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
He simply lifted his head to look at her again, knowing that looking away would do nothing for him. She smirked once more, tapping the blade to her fingers, then bringing it to her mouth, and licking off the blood in a sadistic manner. “Well now Paia, how are you going to answer me now…?”
He slowly blinked, as if in a daze, but answered in a monotonous voice, “I said, I didn’t do it…”
Another flash, and the blade opened yet another scar across his cheek, leaving him with a nasty cross-shaped mark on his cheek. She looked mad now, knowing that was NOT the answer she wanted. Instead, he tugged against his chains, and watched as she took the blade to his chest, making him stop.
Instead of cutting him, she brought it under one of the buttons, then another, until his shirt was left open. This was the worst part, watching her strip him just to make him even more ashamed at what was happening. He ignored it, shutting his eyes again, and inhaling deeply, as if to keep her away.
‘Devon……’
Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight
overthrew you…
He let out a tired sigh as she pulled out something else, another blade, perhaps. No, it was something else. A whip decorated with shards of glass there’s a name for those… . . “I’m going to ask you again,” she said darkly, forcing him to sit as she tapped the blade to her hands. “Why. Are. You. Being. Punished.”
Paia glared at her, his silvery locks falling into his face, shadowing his eyes. “I…tried to escape…”
She suddenly laughed, bringing the hilt-end of the blade, hitting him on his collarbone. He let out a hiss of pain, but sat there, taking it all. “That’s right! You tried to escape. But you forget that I OWN you now, and if you EVER try to do something like that again, I’ll be sure to call upon that witch at the castle, and have her kill you in a more sadistic manner than she killed your ‘boyfriend.’
His eyes flashed. “How DARE You talk about Devon like that!!!!” He tried to lunge at her, but she brought down the glass-end of the whip now, the shards digging into his flesh, then ripping back as she hit him. He yelped, falling back as the new gashes began to bleed heavily. He struggled again and again against his chains, and again and again, she brought that glass-edged whip to his flesh, tearing his chest to pieces, reviving the old wounds.
Tears came to his eyes, and he threw his head back, finally giving up.
“Please….”
She tied you,
To a kitchen chair.
She broke your throne, she cut your hair,
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah…
Slowly, she grinned, watching his reaction as the blood passed from his chest, staining the stone seat, and his legs, seeping to the floor, and swirling towards the drain. “Good boy,” She said softly, running a finger through his hair. “Because without you, I have nothing,” She whispered, lightly kissing his forehead.
He flinched, trembling at her touch, trying to pull away again, and she instead brought the knife to his side, running it along the whip’s marks, making him jolt suddenly. She chuckled lightly, still nuzzling him.
Paia held back his pain, thinking a bout the music playing loudly from above. Some stupid song by some stupid boy band, NSync or something crappy like that…she finally pulled back, trailing her fingers through his blood, then looking at her hand. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered, closing the knife, and moving away.
“So red…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
The man felt her bring the knife once more to his chest, tracing it along his collarbone and his neck, then pulled it back, pacing around the room. She wasn’t sure what to do just yet, obviously deep in thought, deciding his punishment. “I could tie you up, and pour salt over your wounds…” She teased.
He didn’t laugh.
She glanced at him. “Paia,” she said deeply, suddenly taking his face in her hands, bringing him closer to him, “you belong to ME,” she reminded him, lovingly stroking his face. “Why do you keep running…?”
He felt his eyes burning, but he didn’t cry, nor did he answer. It took a few more moments, when she pressed the blade to his stomach. “Tell me. Now. Before I cut you open, and align your organs in a neat fashion on the FLOOR.” It took even longer as he looked around the room, gazing at the walls covered in dust, at the brownish-red stained floor.
Finally, he spoke to her, taking a shaky breath. “…I don’t want…to be a slave…”
Maybe I've been here before.
I know this room; I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you…
She stared in disbelief, then broke into a sadistic laugh, pulling away from him. “You’re supposed to LOVE me! I’m your MASTER! I SAVED you from that witch Suliman, and she could have EASILLY killed you along with Devon, but here you are, insulting me?!”
The blade hit him across his opposite cheek, and he yelped as it cut deeply. He could feel it throb, then grow numb, leaving him to tremble at her grasp. She sighed, then took off his shirt, ripping it to shreds and discarding it to the floor to soak up his blood.
“Without you, I am nothing,” She announced, speaking in a cooing voice, taunting him practically. He resisted the urge to swear, glaring at her again, his eyes gleaming dangerously. Suddenly, the collar around his neck tightened, and he gasped, choking, and coughing.
“Isn’t it wonderful? That feeling of helplessness…where you can do NOTHING…where I am your victor, and the one that you will love as well, even as I do this...” she said, cutting him again.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch;
love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah…
Paia let out a choked sob again, shivering as she set the knife down, raising the whip. His mind was swarming with thoughts of his past, of Devon, of the cards and the magic. His eyes fell on his hat, which lay across the room. It looked rather pathetic, the top of it left to just a wire rim, no fabric.
That hat…those stitches…he was brought back when she doused him with hot water, and he gasped, then flinched, and tugged at the chains so hard, they cut into his wrists. “Christ,” he finally said, writhing on the stone seat.
She grinned at him .For a fourteen year old, she was the cruelest person he’d ever seen…and he’d seen some pretty cruel people. Then again, he knew why…he knew why she needed to hurt, why she needed to break him like she did just about every night.
He knew how she’d suffered, as he was suffering now, maybe not as bad, maybe worse. But it didn’t matter to him. He wanted to walk those streets again without being collared, without having to return to someone who ‘loved him to death’. Literally.
“Apologize.” She suddenly scolded, raising the whip, and snapping it at him, the shards catching his pant leg, and ripping the fabric. He flinched again, looking away, as she demanded him to apologize once more. Again and again she yelled at him, kicking him with her heeled shoe, watching him shudder and tense at each hit, feeling his skin blacken.
“I’m sorry…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
She let out another quiet chuckle. There was a yell from upstairs, and she gasped, wiping her hands on a rag, then racing up the stairs, the wood clunking. The door slammed shut, and the music softened, leaving Paia alone to bleed in the dim-lit room.
He thought about a lot of memories as he lay there, staring blankly at himself. Oh how beautiful it was, the memories of him and Devon on their travels, laughing to one another as they played cards, tried new foods and drinks, and chased one another in a childish way…
Somehow, Paia was the child to Devon, so much younger, and his mind so much more blank. At one point, he could remember hearing Devon tell him how adorable he seemed when he was asleep…those words were dear to him…and he almost felt embarrassed at the thought that maybe…
Maybe he had loved Devon more, than just a brother and friend…
There was a time you'd let me know,
What's real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me do you?
He was sitting there, his body feeling numb, the only thing keeping him sane were the memories of him in his brief period of freedom…he could see the black haired wizard walking ahead of him, so must stronger, so much more secure, and mysterious, in such a beautiful way…
Paia had always envied Devon in a sad way. He wanted to be as strong, if not stronger, than his beloved friend. How the two of them worked so well together, kicking demon ass and sharing deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets with one another.
The door upstairs opened again, and he looked up, as the lights faded. He knew that, this was the worst part…he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to focus on the wizard’s face, think about the good times. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much then…
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too.
And every breath we drew was hallelujah…
Paia felt like crying, watching the room slip into darkness as she killed the lights. He could feel Allison fuming quietly behind him as she plastered her foot to his back, pushing him to the floor, the chains tightening. She scolded him, giving him another rough shove as he tried to pull away. The chains broke, and instead he was collared to the floor, his hands finally falling free, scraping the cement below.
His head ached. He’d rather watch Suliman slay the girl than when he watched her slay Devon, the wizard falling in a heap of flesh and blood. His head ached even more, his stomach rising into his throat as she forced him down, head hanging low. He had the ideas of what she was doing, what horrible torment she would inflict.
He wished that Suliman, the most powerful, and most feared magic-doer in the world would slaughter Him instead…
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
The dreaded moments of when he heard her return had finally arrived. With the door closed, he knew what was coming for him. He had been free for two days, and two days was enough to keep him sane. Allison kicked his ribs, where he cried out, and she stormed off. “DON’T move.”
He heard her scuffling around the basement, searching. He wanted to run, but he knew if he moved, she would be even madder. He couldn’t do anything as she stormed back, grabbing his collar, and with inhuman strength, shoved him to the floor, making him cry out again.
He hit the concrete floor with a thump. “Ahh…” trying to sit up, she flew after him, and he felt something hit him. Maybe a bat. Maybe the whip again. He didn’t care anymore. His mind had already blindly locked out everything that caused him pain. Everything. Devon. Allison.
Humanity all together in itself…
Maybe there's a God above,
And all I ever learned from love,
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you…
She lashed at him again, and he could feel the skin on his back split. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath that echoed in his ears, each slip of air that escaped his lips. Please…let me die…
He prayed to himself as she lashed out again and again. The pain felt so distant now, his body feeling numb. “No…” he tried to plead, but he heard her yell, and hit his side. There was a snap, and the numbing turned into nothing but overwhelming pain in which he writhed against, then fell limp to the shackles again.
She stopped for a few moments, and at that time, he felt she had actually stopped. How wrong he was, when she started again. He deeply inhaled the scent of his blood, growing dizzy. It’s like smelling new coins…he thought, then smiled without realizing it.
Allison’s eyes gleamed with some sort of insane darkness. “You think this is funny?! She asked, hitting his side once more, where he had felt the snap, and he fell limp again, coughing.
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah…
He couldn’t see much anymore, besides the blood below his face. The sting of the cold, and the darkness. He’d felt this before, this unbearable pain and longing, and burning, as Allison put down her whip, stripping him of both his clothing AND his dignity. She continued to brag about how she’d saved him…how she had rescued him from Hell…
“I’m going to try something new,” she whispered, looking down at his tormented body. “Something to make you never…leave…again…”
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Her hands went to his most ‘sacred’ area, and he saw the knife again, his eyes widening. He yelped, trying to pull away, finally tears streaming down his face.
He pleaded with her to stop, digging his nails into the concrete, making his fingers and his hands bleed as he tried to pull away from her, his tears turning to sobs of pain and anguish.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
He threw his head back, screaming to the Gods that they would make this end that his misery would stop. Allison ignored him, and suddenly, the overwhelming rush of pain was more than the pleasure he felt, collapsing to the ground again, his face tear-streaked.
Allison was laughing again…and he closed his eyes, sinking into the oblivion of his mind, praying for someone, or something to save him…
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah…
Though he was long passed faded, he could her a click, and see the barrel of a gun, pointed towards his head. “Time to say goodbye, bubble-brain,” she grinned, and his eyes glazed.
Hallelujah.
Another click, and…
Hallelujah…
