All This Bleeding

All This Bleeding

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January 25th, 2008

06:38 pm
The man swings, suspended from chains from the ceiling of the White Room. Delve sighs happily, staring at his newest acquisition. His new friend told him all about this place, and he was very much enjoying his first visit. No windows, no doors, just white walls, white ceiling, shelves, and hooks... and everything else you might need. Delve doesn't understand quite how the White Room works, but he doesn't need to understand. All he knows is that it is perfect for his play today.

The man shivers. He is nude, his sleek hairless skin offering a matte sheen under the diffuse ivory light of the playroom. Delve's canine jaws split into a ragged grin. The killer leans forward, extending a clawed hand to caress his prey's naked genitals. They hang limp and unaroused, of course, shrivelled against his body, reflecting their owner's terror. The human whimpers, trying to cringe away from the strange beast-man who looks to have as much wolf and coyote blood as he does dog, but the chains, interwoven with leather strips in black, white, and red, allow only a small amount of motion. Just enough to please Delve's acute sense of textural aesthetics.

The man is blindfolded. He has no idea what is going on, who has him, or what is coming. All he knows is that his day started normally, raping a fifteen-year-old prostitute before a breakfast of stones. And then, as he was walking his bitch out the door to take her to work, someone had hit him from behind. Before he could reach his piece, something sharp pierced his neck, and darkness claimed his will to retaliate.

And he had awoken in darkness, suspended midair vertically by his arms, tethered from the bottom about his ankles, so tightly he is unable to do little more than swing a bit. Blindfolded, gagged, he struggles to make some kind of sound, to demand information, make indignant mouth noises, but all he manages is a kind of small, piteous mumbling.

Delve's hungry grin broadens, and he allows his short but filed-sharp dog's claws to draw short, shallow cuts in the man's testicles, just deep enough to bleed... one, two, three apiece. Then he drags his talons out to the man's thighs, digging deeper as he goes, until he's flexing his knuckles to rake the man's inner thighs as deep as he can as they drag down to the knees.

An anguished howl against the gag. Blood begins to gout from a severed artery. Delve leans forward, lapping up the hot blood, hissing in glee as it flows over his tongue and down his throat. Aware by the taste that he has severed an artery and must work quickly, Delve lunges for the bastard's genitals, crushing them between his bone-breaking molars, then rips his way upward, literally climbing the man's body with teeth and claws, ripping upward in seconds to get to the man's throat and chest.

He goes wild, tearing, ripping, gulping, slashing, until the whole area is in ruins, fixing his jaws around a collarbone and ripping it away even as one hand tears past the voicebox and rips the trachea and esophagus into spaghetti and the other hand struggles for purchase on the sternum. Ripping the obnoxious bone away, Delve rips into the sweet muscle with his teeth while the hot blood still pumps, before the body heat trails away, and when the guts spill with an indignant plop, the killer forces his small body into the cavity as much as he can, immersing himself in the gore as he rips and swallows, devouring.