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The little blonde continued walking, feeling the weight of the man's eyes on his ass as he went. He liked the fact that Vin seemed to appreciate his body often- it made him feel attractive and alluring.

"So... who taught you how to tattoo? You could have gone to a school, but you seem like the sort of person who likes to apprentice and work more hands-on to know the material." While the little unintentional innuendo wasn't unnoticed, he didn't correct himself or go back on his sentence. He truly was curious about Vin, wanting to know more aspects of his life.

They were now about a third of the way back, Cora and Damien off in the distance. He squinted his eyes and looked a bit harder. What were they doing over there? It didn't look like they had a fire going at all, though it did look as though they had gathered some wood. He wondered if Damien even knew how to make a fire, considering the pampered life he had led. Margaret and Ernest didn't seem like the types to go camping, and they hadn't gone anywhere but warm, beachy vacation spots

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Damien didn't notice that the other two were at least within sight before they disappeared behind some bushes again. His look was excited as he nodded his head, glad to have the opportunity to have more water on him.

"Although... Do you want to wring it on me? Maybe pass it over my skin?" The man's tone was playful, wondering if she would actually do it. He took a step or two toward her so that he was close enough for her to almost feel the weight of his presence. His hands lighted onto her hips and his fingertips started softly tracing up and down her exposed sides.

 

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Vin grinned. He wasn't sure if Sabastian had meant to make the innuendo or not, but either way, he could appreciate it. He was definitely a more hands on man.

"I worked under my sister for a few years, but I've been into art almost all my life. At least drawing. I'm not sure who my sister apprenticed under though, I wasn't around much when she was learning, I just know that she didn't go to school for it."

Shifting his bundle of foliage a bit and swatting a bug off his arm, he looks around at the peaceful lake one again.

"You what about you? What did you used to do for work and leisure?"
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"Do you want to wring it on me? Maybe pass it over my skin?"

"I would love to, but..."

Cora steps up a little closer to him, letting her own hand go to his bare chest as she stands up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"I see a couple of tickhounds heading our way, and we haven't got the fire started yet."

When she stepped back down, she was still grinning. They had certainly gotten their own little fire lit just fine, but they were slacking a bit on their end of the work. Well, probably not slacking that much. She knew it didn't take that long to gather cattails, especially since they were everywhere. She could even see some from where she was standing.

Now, with that being said, she turns to the lake and starts to walk towards the water, giving her own little sway to her walk just for him.

 

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Sabastian nodded, "sounds like art runs in your family. Although, they say that what differentiates someone with talent and someone who excels is who truly has the passion and patience to get better at it over time. You know? I've never been much of an artist myself, so I'm pretty much talking out of my ass at this point."

He listened to Vin's question and shrugged, starting to talk as they walked through a foresty part of the lake to get closer to Cora and Damien, "Well, Damien's household was really the first and only job I've had, although my positions have changed in there. When I was younger and technically not supposed to be working, they would pay my mom a "bonus" as my pay. I worked in the kitchens mostly, helping make food and stuff. They really liked ordering and dining out, so we mostly made meals for the staff. Though, sometimes they'd have a party or a fancy dinner and then it was all hands on deck. Damien popped in somewhat often to make food for himself too. They never really took him to dinners and stuff, and most of the staff felt awkward around him, so they just kinda avoided him.

Later, when I got older and Margaret started to take notice of me, she offered me a job as her butler on my eighteenth birthday." He cringed slightly. "While the health insurance they provided was stellar, I really needed the money for my mom, especially since I knew she wasn't going to be able to work soon. Because of that, I accepted, even though she "accidentally" groped me occasionally and hit on me all the time. It was bearable since I knew I was providing for my mom. Still, Margaret (Damien's mom) was such a bitch."

"Anyway, gardening was really my thing. They had such a nice, lush garden. God, it was so fucking beautiful. They had a little herb section, a flower section, the bulb section, and lots more. Everyone goes nuts over the roses, but I always liked the sunflowers the best. The smell of the lavender was so good too... I used to spend a lot of my free time out there just making sure the plants were taken care of. The family compensated me for my time, but I didn't do it because I was paid for it." The blonde sighed wistfully, remembering his many hours of kneeling in the dirt and diligently tending to the plants. "Other than that, I would read and hang out with friends occasionally."

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That hand on his chest made him want to pull her body against his, abandoning the idea of being cool in favor of relinquishing control of his desires and letting things heat up between them. His eyes burned into her, hoping that she would agree. However, it was not to be as she whispered about the two others coming back to the beach. He looked around and saw them just as they passed around a bush in the distance, his facing becoming just the tiniest bit annoyed.

He wished they had stayed out for a bit longer to give him more alone time with her. To be honest though, all the alone time in the world wouldn't be enough. The man shook his head and chuckled, "If only they would have taken a bit longer. Oh well, I'd be happy to get some water from you again in any case. You are truly a life-saver."

Damien watched as she turned around, his eyes fixed hungrily on her ass as she walked. Why was her ass so damn perfect? It was as though those soft cheeks were begging for him to creep up behind her and squeeze them. Or maybe they were begging for him to gently part them and plunge himself deeply into her ass once more. He reined himself in though, simply standing there and lewdly watching her with a straight face, looking forward to when she bent over to get the shirt wet.

 

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Vin simply listened as they walked, his eyes briefly looking up towards Damien and Cora, and even more briefly, past them. Despite enjoying themselves at the lake, he was still keeping one eye peeled for whoever might have left that fucked up message.

He looked back to Sabastian when he mentioned Margaret having groped him, and a little scowl sets on his face. Even though he hadn't been told much, what had been said about her didn't paint a very nice picture of the women. She sounded very entitled and like a creep, even before she changed. Delvin was glad that he wasn't in that house any longer, nor Damien for that matter.

Not wanting to dwell on bad memories, however, or steer the conversation towards something sour, Vin skips ahead to the part that really seemed to have the little mans interest.

"Gardening, huh? I like roses about as much as anything else, but I always tended to like the wildflowers more. All those small wants you see creeping along trails or dotting meadows. They're so hardy without giving up their beauty."

He let his feet pick up the speed just a small amount. While he had enjoyed the view, he found himself craving the attention of those crystalline eyes.

"What type of garden would you make?" he says, once he's by his side once more.

"If you could have any garden in the world, what would you plant in it?"

They were just a hop skip and a jump away from where Damien was attempting to build the fire, now, but he still wasn't in any kind of hurry. The sun wouldn't be going down for some time.
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She had looked over her shoulder a second time, curious to see if she had his attention, and upon finding that she did, it made her giggle. Her eyes then traveled over to Sabastian and Delvin, seeing how close they were.

It was a bit too risky to try anything too lewd, but she figured she could still tease him a little. Besides, bending over was innocent enough. It's not like she was purposefully popping her ass high up into the air. Although, on second thought, maybe she could try that later.

Once she had her shirt nice and soaking wet again, she turns and brings it back to him, her smile knowing as she hands it over. When Vin and Sabastian are close enough for her to hear their voice, she looks over with a smile and a little wave.

"I see you brought the tender!" she says, pointing at the end of the cattails. It was good stuff, and she thought to herself that she might just stuff some into a bag or extra container if they had any, for future use.

 

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"I know exactly what you mean. That's part of the reason I really like dandelions. They're a bright and simple flower that brighten up any field, and yet they can grow in a sidewalk crack if they need to. people say they're weeds, but I think a green grassy field would be boring without being speckled with pretty golden dandelions." Sabastian replied, glancing up as Vin came to his side.

At Vin's next question, the little man's eyes widen and he tries to wrack his brain before shaking his head. "That's too difficult a question! A vegetable garden is great because you see from start to finish how your veggies have grown, and they taste so much better fresh from the earth than from a supermarket. There's no harm in planting some fruit bushes, and other things too. Can't plant blackberries though, too wild. They'll take over the damn place. But A herb garden sounds nice too... dandelion, licorice root, poppy, peppermint... Herbs can be pretty finicky though, so I don't know... If it was just a flower garden, I would want sunflowers, California poppies, tulips, lavender, bluebells, orange blossom.. There's just too many goddamn beautiful flowers to choose from."

He smiled happily, his eyes having lit up while going through the various options. The blonde looked at Vin and said, "there's just something about flowers that makes you want to stare at them all day, just kinda drinking in their colors and beauty, you know?"

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Damien enjoyed the sight of that ass in the air just as much as he expected. She certainly knew how to tease him, especially since he couldn't do anything with the others so close. Also, there wasn't any way he could approach while she was at the lake-side anyway, so he was stuck. Cora could be belly-dancing in a thong and nipple tassels and he still wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Still, any view of her beautiful body would be one he was grateful for.

He returned her knowing smile with one of his own, taking the shirt and wringing it over himself once more, like a shower of sweet relief. The man shivered once again and closed his eyes, rubbing the shirt over his skin again while glancing at where Cora was waiving. Indeed the other two were fast approaching and he still didn't even have stones for the fire.

When she mentioned tender though, his eyes scanned Vin, looking to see if he had any sap or something else. All he had was cattails though which confused the steely-eyed man. Weren't they going to need those for the food?

 

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The lights in Sayoris cell had come on for a short time when food was brought down, this time the meal being much hardier-a meaty stew with carrots, onions, and potatoes. Unfortunately, the meal had been brought down by Kuznet himself, and after her food had been delivered, he had simply turned to Quint with an expecting look. The half turned zombie had gone willing with the man, and after Sayori had eaten, almost as if they had been watching and waiting for her to finish, the lights had been shut back off and kept off.

Sometime later, and perhaps there had been a little something extra in that stew as the doors to the cells opening were usually quite loud, Sayori would be awoken to the feeling of a strong hand covering her mouth and a warm breath in her ear.

"Wake up Sayori," Niles whispered, his hard chest laying down over her back with a slow but insistent pressure.

"I want to play with you again little whore. I want to feel you cum for me again."
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The way that Sabastian was talking made Vin almost melt. His expression didn't change much, just an easy going smile on his face as they walked. But inside he felt as if his own heart was blossoming with affection, watered and nurtured by excitement in the little mans expression, the lilt in his tone as he listed off all the various types of plant life.

"there's just something about flowers that makes you want to stare at them all day, just kinda drinking in their colors and beauty, you know?"

Vin felt a strange kind of high as Sabastian turned that smile on him with full force, taking him captive with the happiness dancing in those jewel eyes. He had really only asked the question with mild curiosity, as it was something that Sabastian obviously took interest in, but right then, in that moment, Vin felt like he suddenly wanted to become a professor of flowers. Like he wanted to learn everything and anything there was to learn about them, and, maybe someday, build a beautiful garden for Sabastian.

"A little like you" he says softly.

"Maybe someday you'll have that beautiful garden."

He wanted to keep talking with him about gardens and flowers, but he had heard Cora call to them, so he had to turn his attention away. Having all but missed what she had said, he had to look to where she was pointing before it clicked, and then he laughed a little and broke off the end of one of the cattails and handed it to her as they walked up.

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Over the course of the next few hours, the fire was built and the cattails cut and cleaned, using the more juicy, root ends to be tossed into the frying pan. While Vin was showing Damien the basics of how to start the fire by using the fluff from the end of the cattail, combined with some dry grass and small sticks to make a quick burning and easy to light tender, Cora went to the lake with Sabastian to watch him catch fish. She found his technique to be both amusing and fascinating, though she had a bit of a hard time keeping her eyes open for the whole process.

Once the fish were stunned, Cora helped him to scoop them out of the water and onto shore before they had a chance to recover and make a get-away. Bowie also helped a bit, acting almost like a retriever in that, once Cora threw the fish on shore, Bowie would snatch it up and wiggle his little body over to Damien to deposit it. Of course, not every fish made it over to Damien, and by the time they were done, Bowie had some nice new bumps in his little belly.

Now the sun was beginning to set, and since the food had been prepped and eaten, and since it was a full moon out, Vin had suggested they kill the fire to make story time more interesting. Cora, having a more than small fear of anything paranormal-but especially ghosts, decides now is a good time to scoot back in-between Damiens legs as she holds both the bottle of booze and Bowie. She hasn't drank a whole lot, but enough to where she is feeling quite relaxed and immensely comfortable against his warm chest.

 

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While Sayori had been grateful that she was being given something more substantial, it seemed as though only she was being given stew. Quint was taken somewhere else by the big man, and she wasn't sure if he was going to be fed or not. All she knew was that the way Kuznet escorted him away sent shivers down her spine.

When the lights went off after eating, she simply laid in bed, intent on waiting for Quint to come back. She felt guilty about him having stood up for her like that, the man having willingly accepted some horrible punishment for her. Sayori would be lying if she said that she hadn't been grateful and relieved, but as she had said before: she didn't want to be used as a tool to make him miserable. The small woman had wanted to wait for him to come back, but laying there in the dark, she found it exceedingly difficult to stay awake and soon she was slumbering once more.

Her innocent sleep was interrupted by that whisper in her ear. She wasn't quite sure whether she was having a nightmare or whether she was awake, her eyes groggily opening and her head turning back to see that despicable man leaning against her. The reaction was immediate- her eyes snapped open wide and terrified, horrified to find that he was there in her cell, having snuck up on her when she was most vulnerable. Sayori let what would have been a squeak, the sound coming out against his hand as a frightened, "MM!" Was he on top of her? She was confused and disoriented, the woman wiggling and trying to get away from him, though between his body weight and the hand on her mouth, wiggling was fruitless.

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"A little like you... Maybe someday you'll have that beautiful garden."

Sabastian blushed, unsure how to reply to such a compliment, his words implying that he could simply watch him all day and be happy with it. "I'd like that," is what he ended up saying. He would have kissed Vin deeply right then, but Cora and Damien were watching so he felt like that might be a bit awkward.

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Damien wrapped his strong arms around Cora, holding her snugly against himself as they sat in the bright moonlight. It was a gorgeous night, the moon illuminating everything out in the open. The forest itself was cast into shadow, but it was still much brighter than it would have been otherwise. The lake looked mesmerizing, the soft blue beams of the moon reflected on the mirror-like surface of the water.

Sabastian had sat next to Vin, his body pressed against the man's as he leaned on him affectionately. He had only had about one two shots before he passed the bottle to Cora, his cheeks slightly flushed by the booze. It had loosened him up a bit, the little man less embarrassed about acts of affection between the two of them. The ghost-story aspect seemed like a pretty fun one, the little man looking forward to a good-natured spooking; he knew Vin would be there if he ever got too scared.

He had opted to go first, looking between Cora and Damien with a serious expression to get the mood right. "Now... there once was a mother and her daughter. The mother was a lonely woman, her husband having left her, and her friends and family not seeming to give her the time of day. Eventually, she found out that whenever the girl was sick, everyone seemed to come out of the woodwork and want to help or console her. The allure of this was too great, so she decided to lightly poison the girl herself. Not enough to kill her, but enough to make her ill."

The little blonde paused, making sure that they were listening intently. "How would she do this without being caught though? There were too many ways to test the girl and find poison in her system. For this reason, she went to the library and scoured the place, only to come up empty-handed. Just about when she gave up and decided to leave, she heard a thud. She turned slowly... and saw a black book on the floor behind her. Opening it up, she saw that the entire book was filled with blank pages, except for one solitary page. On it, the words were written in latin, words she couldn't understand but could probably pronounce."

His violet eye flashed in the moonlight as he continued. "She wasn't a dumbass though, so she took it home and looked up the translation which read, 'I will make an offer or accept a request for the boon I seek. Come to me, other worldly one, and you will be welcomed.' It seemed harmless enough, and the urge to try it out seeped into her mind until it was unbearable. She spoke the words out loud when her daughter was sleeping upstairs, and the house was suddenly very quiet, the sort of quiet that seems to physically press down on you, crushing you with its weight.

And then, she heard a soft, silky voice neither male nor female ask her what it was she wanted, a dark shadow in the corner of the room that almost hurt to look at. She answered that she wanted a way to make her daughter ill enough to get attention, but not enough to kill her. The shadow seemed to nod and asked what she was willing to offer in return. The mother thought about it, but couldn't come up with anything. She wasn't wealthy, and she certainly didn't want to give away her soul or anything, so she asked what would the shadow would want.

It paused, already knowing what it wanted, speaking again in that silky voice, 'I want to be born through you. I want you birth me into physical form and care for me until such time as I chose to leave.'

This seemed simple enough to her. Having another child seemed like a small price to pay for the love and attention of her peers. So she agreed. 'Yes,' she said, 'I would agree to that.' Though the shadow had no physical form, one could tell that it was pleased. 'It is agreed then. I shall make your child ill without killing her, and you will give birth to me and raise me.'

With that, the demon assumed a humanoid form, coming to her and lifting her onto the table. It fucked her all night, and when it was done, it disappeared inside her. She would learn later that month that she was pregnant. Meanwhile, her daughter started to become ill, weak, dizzy, and in pain. The doctors were baffled by the random symptoms that would arise, and the mother was showered with love and support, even becoming closer to her daughter by comforting her. Nine months later, she gave birth to a healthy boy with eyes almost black as night. Again she was showered with attention.

Then, her daughter slipped into a coma, not waking nor responding. Alive, but barely. The mother was distraught, not knowing whether the coma was going to be permanent. She had wanted the attention, but she hadn't wanted her daughter to be taken from her.

'You broke the deal!' she wailed, distraught and angry. Her son mysteriously disappeared, though she knew exactly what happened to him. Again, she was showered with love and support, though it seemed hollow and empty now.

Not three days later, her daughter woke up from the hospital. She rushed over, heart beating quickly with joy. She promised herself that she would never again hurt her, never use her like she had. However, when she arrived, her daughter was strange. The girl turned her head to the mother and a smirk crossed her lips. With the doctors gone, she said, 'I never went back on our deal. She was ill, yes, but I never killed her. That was what we agreed. You were the one who broke the contract by trying to get rid of me. Now as recompense, this body is mine.'

She was shocked, not able to say anything. The doctor came in and told her that by all tests, the girl was healthy and could finally leave. The girl smiled sweetly and took her mother's hand saying, 'Let's go home, Mommy.' And with that, they walked out of the place, the mother in tears, and the girl still smiling sweetly, her eyes almost as dark as night."

Sabastian let a few moments of silence settle as they absorbed the end of the story, pleased at his own retelling of it. He reached over and gestured at Cora that he wanted the bottle of booze.

 

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The officer could all but taste the fear in the air around them, licking his lips as she began to struggle her little body. It was pointless, of course, but it fueled his lust for the little thing. The hand wrapped around her mouth becomes crushing, almost bruising, as his hot breath blooms across her neck and ear, his lips dipping down as his tongue seeks to taste her. Just before he does, however, he whispers more sweet secrets to her frightened little soul.

"Shh shh whore, you don't want to wake little Quinton up and have him take your punishment for you, do you? I could think of so many ways to hurt him...and you..."

His tongue dips out then, lewdly running itself behind her ear, back down, and then over it. When he pulls it back, he lets out a hot little breathe of pleasure as a shiver runs through his spine.

On the other side of the cell, laying in his own bed, Quinton was not asleep. His mind was very far away, his thoughts barely even coming in any coherent pattern. He couldn't hear what was being said on the other side, nor could he hear Sayoris small sounds of fear, but what began to break through his numbing fog of revolting feelings was a smell. It was a pungent, strong odor that he had known his whole life, but that, until he had changed, had never known it so strongly.

It was the smell of a mans lust. A musky, heavy, heady smell that filled his nostrils like a thick syrup, threatening to drown him. It made him feel absolutely sick with revulsion, and yet, it cut clear through his mind and grounded him in reality so fast that he all but gasps.

His eyes come up from staring lifelessly at the sheets and pierce through the hole in the wall, a bit of luminescence showing through the almost pitch black.
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The very anticipation of the story itself had Cora rubbing her hand along Bowies scales in a comforting manner, long before Sabastian even got into the story. When he throws a bit of inflection in his tone at the 'thump', her whole body actually jerks a little, and she shrinks back against Damien a bit more, not daring to look at the little blond for the rest of the story.

Vin on the other hand, who didn't spook easily at all, simply sat and enjoyed his warm presence, watching him with affection and curiosity as he told his tail. He liked the way that Sabastian would lean over, as if checking to see if he still had all their interest, and once he had, continue into the story with more enthusiasm. By the end of it, he was grinning, and he gave a little mock shiver.

"That poor women," he said, shaking his head a little.

"Yea," Cora chimed in, "It's like the monkeys paw-no matter what you try to wish for, it's going to turn around and bite you in the ass..."

She was reluctant to sit up, not wanting to leave the safety of Damien's arms, but she had to in order to hand him the bottle so she thought she might as well go next, then. After the bottle had been passed, she clears her throat a little and tries to think of a good story.

"Ok, so," she starts, trying to sit herself up a bit more.

"There once was two children, a brother and sister, who lived in a big house on a hill. This big house was full of love and laughter, and every day the children would play games and sing, or cook and do chores with their parents, who they loved very much. Every day was an adventure, and every night the children would sleep peacefully, know that tomorrow would bring more fun and laughter. That was, until one day..."

With the alcohol giving her a bit of courage, Cora gets herself up into a proper sitting position with her legs crossed underneath her and a bit of a devilish smile on her face. She scoots herself out of Damien's legs just a bit, so that she can see the expression on his face as well.

"While the little girl was out playing in the yard, she heard something over in the bushes. It was a sort of 'spp! spp!' sound, like someone trying to get her attention. When she looked around, there was no one there. It couldn't have been her brother, because her brother was inside the house with their parents, learning to make coffee, so what could it be? Well, curiosity got the best of the little girl, and she went over to the bushes. And when the little girl reached her little hands out, and she parted the brush, she found...a monster!"

Cora throw her hands up in the air rather suddenly, making her fingers into claws as she tries to scare them. Anytime that she had tried to do something like this before, it had only ever earned her laughs and eye rolls, but she never stopped enjoying it.

"This monster was big! So big, in fact, that the little girl thought it was a bear! That was, until it leaned down and spoke to her, with human words. And it said, as it looked at her with strange, icy cold blue eyes, 'hello little girl. Do you want to play a game with me?'

'What kind of game?' the little girl asked, and the monster smiled. The monster then said,

'A very fun game, little girl. A game where I will take you to a magical place, where there is very magical toys to play with. And, you may ride on my back as I take you there, to this magical place. How does that sound, little girl?'

The little girl thought about this, about this magical place. What kind of place was it? Did it have candy and soda as well as fun, magical, toys? Maybe there was even other magical beings, like the monster before her. And oh, how she wanted to go! She wanted to see this magical place with magical toys to play with!

'Can I bring my brother?' she asked the monster, because what kind of fun could she have without having her best playmate there as well?

'Perhaps next time, little girl' the monster said.

'This time, I only want to play with you. And if we have lots of fun, and you can promise to keep our fun a secret, only between us, then next time, we can take your brother and show him the fun things as well.'

'Alright', said the little girl, because, she was very excited to go and play with the magical toys and she didn't want the monster to change his mind and leave her.

And so, the little girl went with the monster. For a while it was great fun. Every day, the monster would come to the bushes, and every day, the little girl would go with the monster. Together, they would play all kinds of games, but, they were secret games-not for a soul to tell-not even I.

The games were great fun at first. However, as the time passed, the monster began to become more and more cruel with his games. What had first been fun began to become painful and left the little girl not feeling well after they played. With each passing day, the games became more twisted, more cruel, and the only one that seemed to be enjoying the games anymore was the monster. So one day the little girl decided that she was done playing games, and that she would not go when the monster beckoned. Instead, she stayed in her yard all day and only played with her brother.

They played for so long that, by the time they began to grow hungry, the sun had began to set and darkness had begun to settle over their little yard. But! Just when the two of them stood up to go inside, they both heard a 'spp! spp!' coming from the bushes.

Knowing who it was, of course, and being tired of the games, the little girl stood, intent on going to the monster and telling him to go away. However, as she began to make her way over to the monster, her brother stopped her.

'Don't go!', he pleaded, taking her by the hand.

'If you go with him, he will do horrible things to you. Painful things, things that are not at all fun!'

The little girl was shocked, for she had thought that she was the only for whom the monster played games with."

Cora pauses here, as suddenly a very strong gust of wind blows over the lake and through the trees, making the old redwoods creak as they sway in the night; their branches whispering in the wind and causing ghostly sounds. It sends a small chill up her spine, and she gets a sudden feeling to hurry her story along.

"So..." she starts off a bit slowly, trying to get back her earlier pacing.

"Together the little girl and little boy walk to the edge of the bushes, and, holding hands, they shout at the monster. They tell the monster that they are done playing his games, and that they no longer want to be his friend. His games are cruel, and only seem to bring joy to him.

'Ah, but,' the monster says in return.

'You have no choice now, little children. You will play my games with me, or I shall take from you that which is most precious. If you do not play with me, I will take your parents. I will take them far, far away, and you shall never again see them.'

The children were shocked. Take their parents? The monster couldn't really do that, could he? Their parents were strong. Brave. Caring. Nothing in the world could come between them and their parents. And yet, as the two children turned to go back inside, they couldn't help but feel a strong doubt settle into their little tummies.

"Later that night, long after the sun had set and the moon had come high up into the sky, much like tonight, the two children got up. They snuck out of their rooms, quiet as little mice, and they went into their parents room. Together, they peered through the door, breathing a sigh of relief when they saw that both their mother and father were still in bed, sleeping peacefully. However, their relief was to be shortlived-for, there in the corner of the room, hidden in the darkest shadow, was a pair of glowing eyes. They shined as red as blood, and when the two children gasped in fright, a snickering, evil laugh echoed throughout the pale, moonlit room.

The monster had not been lieing, it seemed. Their parents were in danger. And the children...well, the children knew what they had to do..."

Once again, Cora pauses in her story, this time to reach over and grab a bottle of water. Her throat was becoming a bit parched from the retelling, but mostly, she wanted a drink so that she had a moment to prepare herself for the ending. It was always the most difficult part to tell.

"For the next several years," she continues, twisting the cap back on and sitting the bottle down.

"The children continued to play games with the monster. The monster would not come every day, but often enough to make the childrens lives miserable. Though they tried to break free, tried to think of ways to escape the awful games in the awful place, but they knew that they could not. For every time that they really tried to fight the monster, it would not be long before they saw a pair of glowing, red, eyes waiting in some shadow or around some corner. Waiting to take their parents away.

And then, one day, something awful happened.

The childrens parents had gone out of town, on a sort of vacation. The children had been left alone with a nanny. For most of the day, the nanny had been quite fun. Her games were much better games than that awful monsters, and the children were content. But all of this changed when they heard the knock on the door.

'Hello mam,' said the nice man on the other side, after the nanny had answered.

'I am police officer Mike, and I come bearing terrible news. There was an accident, you see, a car wreck. I am afraid, the childrens parents did not make it.'

The little boy and girl were shocked. An accident? A car wreck? Their parents? It couldn't be true! Their parents would never leave them in such a way! Oh, but they had, and much to the childrens surprise and dismay, it had nothing to do with the monster. It was simply an accident, leaving the children with no one to blame, no one to hate or throw their pain onto. So, together, they wept.

For three long days, and three long nights, the children did not do much more than weep and wail, wishing, wishing that their parents would come back. That they would walk through the door again bearing gifts and love. But they never did, and finally, it came time to say goodby...

"The funeral lasted a whole day, from sun up until sun down. Many, many people came to say goodbye, for their parents had been loved by all. However, no matter how many people came, nor hugs they recieved, the children could not find solace in the crowd. Standing amongst hundreds of people, they felt completely and utterly alone. Until, finally, they were alone.

As the sun slowly went down and hid behind the mountain tops, the little boy and little girl found themselves sitting in front of the grave, all alone. Their nanny was still with them, of course, but she had decided to stay near the car until the children were ready to leave.

Suddenly, just before the last rays of warm sun left their shoulders, the two children heard a sound. A sound that, came from the bushes...

'Spp! Spp!' it said. It was the monster, back again, not able to leave them alone even at their most vulnerable time in their lives.

'I will take care of you, children' it said, it's voice soft and calm.

'You will come with me now, little children, and I will raise you as my own. You will never go hungry. You shall never know the pain of living on a cold street, or the ache of walking on bare feet. I will keep you clothed and clean, and you shall never have to worry again. All you have to do, is play my games.'

The children were angry. Who was this monster, to think that he could do a better job than their parents? To think that they would ever go with him?

'No!' the girl screamed.

'We will not go with you!' the boy shouted.

'Oh, but you do not have a choice' the monster echoed.

'Look around you, little children. Behind you.'

And they did. Very slowly, they looked all around, and everywhere that they looked, every where that they turned, there were eyes. Glowing...red...eyes..."

Cora was very quiet as her story trailed off into silence; not even the echoing whisper of the wind being able to be heard. Then, with a very sudden speed, she springs forward onto her knees and puts her hands up in the air, right in front of Sabastians face.

"Boo!"

 

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It hurt, that squeeze to her jaw, her eyes watering but her voice quieting from that non-verbal command for silence. At the mention of Quint taking her punishment, the woman froze, shivering with disgust as she felt that slick tongue toy with her ear. Her previous struggling was replaced by the fearful shaking of her body. before Quint had looked through the wall, she had glanced over to his side before casting her eyes downward.

How awful would it be for Quint to wake up and see or hear her being molested by Niles. Quint would be be unable to do anything to help her or risk being punished severely, the poor man laying in his bed trying to block out the disgusting sounds of Robo-Cop's cock inside her and the faint movements of the bed. He had already taken a punishment for helping her, one that she got the feeling was delivered personally by Kuznet; he didn't deserve to face more cruelty because of her.

Not only that, but it seemed that Niles was interested in humiliating her again, making her body succumb to him. It was as though he was trying to convince her that she was a whore, that she was his whore to be precise. Sayori knew that given the choice, she never wanted to feel that despicable man's hands on her again. But she couldn't deny that he was very skilled at making her body concede to his demands. It was shameful, the fact that she had felt such pleasure at his hands, and she didn't want Quint to see her like that again.

Still, she didn't want to do this. Everything in her wanted to escape him, to flee, and yet she was a fish in a barrel for him to hungrily catch and consume whenever he wished. Silent tears from her watery eyes started to spill over, making the hand clamped over her mouth slightly wet where the upper part met her cheeks. She nodded at Niles, letting him know she understood and wouldn't be making any noises of her own volition.

However, she looked up at Quint's side of the room again and saw the flash of his eyes. Her stomach dropped as she made eye contact with him. Disguising it as a shudder, she shook her head slightly as though begging for him not to intervene. She hoped with all her heart that he would go back to his bed, plug his ears, and let Niles have his way with her until he left her alone.

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0nly Sabastian jumped when she threw her hands into the air, spilling some vodka on himself and frowning. He patted his clothes a bit and took another drink, his expression becoming good-natured again after that little surprise. Other than that went, he found the story interesting. Well, he did until he started to feel like he recognized parts of it. It made him slightly uncomfortable, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

However, Damien too became increasingly anxious during her story. His body became more and more tense, his finger starting to tap on his leg as he listened. He got the feeling that this was more than fantasy. No, he knew. She had made it seem like it was just a fun story to tell while camping, but he knew based on the little details that it was true.

The little blonde jumped again when she shouted "boo!" His cheeks went red and he took Vin's arm, hugging it to his chest. Vin's hand hung near his thigh, though Sabastian wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

"I don't like that story," Damien said quietly, reaching out and putting his hands on her hips. He resituated her so that she was sitting between his legs again close to his body. Damien then wrapped his arms around her, one going around her stomach and the other going diagonally upward to rest on her shoulder like a seatbelt. He then rested his chin on her shoulder and squeezed her to comfort himself in addition to her. "I like the version where the demon hunter slays the beast and they all live together."

Sabastian shrugged, "it's Cora's story, she can tell it how she wants. Anyway, that definitely gave me the spooks."

 

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Quint both did and did not see Sayori. He saw them both, almost perfectly clearly with his enhanced vision, but the details of the image he was receiving became mixed up in his mind. What he saw before him, instead Niles laying on top of the petite little women, was Kuznet laying on top or Cora. Cora, trying to nod her head no and tell him not to do it. Trying to tell him that she could handle it, that he didn't need to get hurt for her.

The almost glowing eyes came closer to Sayori, slowly, until they were staring down at the them like a reaper come to collect their souls. Niles was completely blind to the danger, as he was much too wrapped up with staring down at his little prey, taking in her every whimper and panting breathe. It wasn't until he felt something warm and thick wrap around his chest that he even though that what he was doing might have been a mistake.

The weight was lifted off of Sayori with sudden speed, and then a thud was heard in the dark as Quint pins Niles against the wall, the disgusting bastards head hitting the concrete hard enough to cause a blinding white spots to light up his vision. Being a soldier for Kuznet had prepared him for dire situation in which he would need to stay concious, however, so he doesn't immediately pass out, but instead breathes through it and tries to reach down into his pocket, getting his...

"Looking for something?"

Quinton's voice cuts through the cold, dark air like static electricity, causing Niles to take pause. It was the torch that he had, of course, as the officer wasn't stupid enough to come down here without a weapon. What he hadn't planned on, however, was for Quint to know where he had hidden it on himself.

The clatter of metal can be heard as Quint tosses it away, back towards his own cell and far out of Niles reach. Then, turning back to the man, watching as his eyes widen and become panicked, looking all around the room but still not being able to see exactly where Quint is standing, he begins to tighten his grip.

It starts with a few pops, and then quickly turns into sickening fleshy cracks as the tentacle wrapped around his chest begins to squeeze the life out of him, slowly breaking his ribs and causing the officer to let out a blood curdling scream.

"There's no one here to save you," Quint says, his voice almost not his own.

"It's dark. Everyone's asleep."
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Vin was none the wiser to truth behind Cora's story, so to him, it was just a good story. One of those fun, dark fairy tails that gave you a little shiver, even as an adult. When Sabastian jumped for the second time, both himself and Cora started laughing. Vin because he thought it was adorable and he liked that Sabastian had grabbed onto him in his fear, and Cora just because she had gotten the reaction she had been going for. Trying to be a bit sneaky, Vin let's a single finger come down on Sabastian's thigh and casually rub along his jeans, almost in a tickling manner.

"I don't like that story,"

A pair of strong arms were wrapping around her, making her feel comforted but also just a tad guilty. Not that she regretted telling it, but she was just a little sad she had made Damien more melancholy. She had thought that sprinkling in some truth might add to the effect of the story, but, perhaps she had added too much. In any case, she leaned back against him before speaking.

"Anyway, that definitely gave me the spooks."

"Glad I could give you a little scare on such a ghoulish night," she says with a laugh.

"It does have a happy ending, but I think I'll save that for next time."

 

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Sayori didn't dare look over at Quint for fear that Niles might catch wind that the man was awake. If that happened, the evil man might do something disgusting like fucking her on his lap with her legs spread for Quint to see, humiliating her and taunting Quint at the same time. She could feel his cock rubbing up against her ass, hungry to see her cum and eager to make her suffer as well.

She wasn't expecting him to move off of her, so when she found herself alone on the bed, she looked up confused, the woman flinching as Quint slammed him against the wall. Just like Niles, she couldn't see well in the dark either, only being able to tell they were by the sound. From what she heard, it sounded like Quint had taken his weapon and tossed it aside.

Then came the sick noises of Niles' body being crushed. It made her want to gag, the sounds being revolting and unnatural. She was truly afraid that he was going to kill the man. While she had no sympathy toward Niles and personally thought he deserved to die, she was more concerned about what Kuznet would do to Quint if he killed him. Sayori stood up with her hands out, catching a flash of those violet rings as that dark voice spoke as though the man's fate was sealed.

"Quint! If you kill him, they'll hurt you! Quint stop! Please stop! He deserves to die, I know that, but if they think you're dangerous, they might kill you! Please, not for me, please!" her hands found his arm and she clung to it, sobbing as she begged for him not to end that disgusting man's life. There was also a chance that they could kill Sayori or take her away from him if she was able to get this sort of reaction from Quint, though she wasn't as concerned about that.

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Though he was a bit embarrassed, the alcohol helped immensely so the blonde bounced back quickly. He giggled and took another drink, having had about five shots now. Due to his fast metabolism, they hit him faster than alcohol would usually do to someone. Vin's finger on his thigh made him shiver slightly, Sabastian starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. The touch was making him feel a bit horny and loose, the little man feeling his cock stir slightly.

Damien nodded, his body relaxing a little bit as she affirmed that the "story" had a happy ending. He sighed and kissed her cheek, saying, "I'm looking forward to hearing it."

He looked up to Sabastian and Vin and straightened up just a little, not removing his arms from Cora though. "I suppose it's my turn. All right, here goes."

"There was once a pair of friends, Josh and Grey. They were inseparable, played together, got in trouble together, everything. The two young men worked together on a farm, a stable of fine horses in their barn. They led a simple life for the most part, but they were occasionally able to get a way for a bit of a vacation or a camping trip.

One day, they went to a lake they hadn't been to before. The lake had a bad reputation for being dangerous, the mud being extremely difficult to walk in and sometimes causing people to get stuck out there. The two of them weren't concerned since they had each other, some rope, and enough supplies to last them a week on their trip. So, they packed up and headed out there, finding that the lake was the most beautiful one they had ever seen. They spent about three days there, enjoying fishing, chatting, and reading among other things. One of the greatest parts of it was seeing the wild horses running around, their beautiful manes flowing as they ran through the fields."

Damien paused, getting ready to change the atmosphere of the story. "However, this wouldn't be a scary story if they returned to the farm unharmed, now would it? One night, they were gathering firewood under the light of the full moon and they spotted a horse. It was eating some grass nearby, a horse with the most beautiful white hair. It was almost the color of the purest snow. They watched in awe of this horse, simply standing and taking some time to appreciate it. The horse surprisingly came over to them, nudging one of them with its head as though it used to be tame.

They were overjoyed, and Josh decided that he was going to try to ride it. The horse stood still as his friend helped him up, seemingly fine with this idea... However, as soon as Josh was up on the horse's back, the snow-white mane started to change. The horse became dark and brown, its stunning hair turning into a burbling mass of mud. Its eyes became yellow and its teeth were sharp and jagged in its mouth. Josh tried to get off of the horse, but his legs were stuck in the horse's mud, his hands to the mud in its mane. Grey had his hand on the horse's neck at the time, so he was caught as well.

Slowly, almost tauntingly, the horse started walking toward the lake. They tried desperately to free themselves, Grey trying to pull Josh off of it with all his might to no avail- he couldn't even pull his own hand out. As he realized where the horse was taking them, grey pulled a knife from his belt, a machete. He didn't want to use it, but they were getting closer and closer to the lake and his struggling and pulling wasn't working. Finally, as they were at the lake's edge, he cut off his hand and screamed in agony, though no agony could match what he felt as he watched his friend ride on the horse into the water to never be seen again..."

Damien looked around at each of them, letting the story settle.

Sabastian's eyes were wide and he actually shivered. That was some disturbing shit, and he wasn't going to deny it. The little blonde shifted and crawled onto Vin's lap, sitting sideways and putting his arms around Vin's warm chest. "Shit, man. That's fucking brutal."

 

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The warmth of her hands around his arm only added to his anxiety driven illusion, and instead of hearing her much higher voice, all he could hear was his sisters low pleading one.

"Quint! If you kill him, they'll hurt you! Quint stop!"

"It's ok Cory."

Another crack, this time the mans leg as yet another tentacle comes out to wrap around his flesh.

"I'm stronger now. I can protect us."

CRACK!

The other leg snaps, and a new scream rips itself up through his throat. And then, suddenly, the lights flick on, their brightness momentarily blinding Quint's strange new vision. His grip doesn't loosen, but he is left raising one hand to half cover his eyes, the sudden adjusting that needs to be done to see properly almost causing a bit of pain. For the moment, at least, he seems stunned enough to stop what he is doing to Officer Limp Dick.

If Sayori is bothering to look at the half turned man, she might notice how awful he looks. His hair, though a bit on shorter end, is still badly unkempt. Raising up in rugged spikes in some areas, while others areas are held down by something dark and dried that has dripped down his face in a crusty, blue-ish purple trail. His left eye is badly bruised, along with most of his cheek under it, and his lip has been split open. A new shirt has been given to him, but seemingly only so it could be ripped and torn, most of the buttons having been popped off and missing a whole sleeve on the arm that she was not holding. And his pants...well, his pants.

He was still wearing the light blue jeans that he had been earlier, but the button that had at one point held them closed had seeming been either cut off with scissors, or sliced off with a knife. This was only further confirmed by the seemingly random cuts in the cloth lining down the inside of both his thighs, where blood, now purple instead of red from his new body, had seeped through to stain the seams of the holes. On the back of his jeans there is a large patch of something dark...

"Quinton."

Kuznet! When had he gotten there so quickly? And without him noticing the door open? But if he was there, then who was on the wall? Who's hand was on him?

Those crystalline ocean eyes finally look down then, and they slowly change from an almost possessed look to one of shame and pain. Sayoris big doe eyes were staring back up at him with fear, and not the hard, shaking but firm, anger that he had expected to see from his sisters hazel green pools of fire. With a choked out sob and a few tears running down his cheeks, he manages to squeak out a pathetic little whisper to his prison mate.

"I'm sorry..."

"Do it Quinton" Kuznet demanded, a certain edge in his usually calm tone. A certain hunger that Quint recognized.

"You have him now," the General said, bringing one hand out from behind his back and gesturing to his whimpering, shocked second, who's dark eyes were rolling.

"He hurt Sayori. You know you'll never get this opportunity again."

Quint wanted to. He wanted to wrap his own hand around the mans neck and squeeze him until he saw the blood seep through and over his fingers, and then toss his foul face to the ground like nothing more than leftovers.
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That story actually got to Vin a bit more than the last two, and as Sabastian climbed up more onto his lap and wrapped himself around his chest, Vin took the opportunity to take the bottle from him and take a small sip. It was a good story, one that left him feeling disturbed, though not for the creepiness of it, but rather, the terrible moral dilemma that the two friends had found themselves in. It was a difficult choice to make-save yourself, or try to fight but also risk drowning right along with him.

"Shit, man. That's fucking brutal."

"Mm," Vin responded, his mouth still full of vodka as he passed the bottle over to Cora and swallowed so he could speak properly.

"And he probably lived with the guilt ever since. That's the real scary part of that story-the nightmares that kid probably had for the rest of his life, having had to make that choice."

With a little shudder, he bends forward, using one arm to hold Sabastian up so he doesn't knock him off his lap, and he grabs his guitar. He wasn't the best story teller when it came to spooky stuff, his forte being much better with adventure and real life recounting. However, he knew of a few choice songs that might be a nice little wrap up to the overall mood, and one didn't require any words at all.

Moving both himself and Sabastian a bit, he positioned them so that he could still keep Sabastian on his lap while holding the guitar out in front of them. Then he started strumming softly.

Many often said that the song was very sad or lonely, but Vin had always found it to be comforting in a bittersweet sort of way. Like a feeling that was too difficult to say with words alone, but that was so universally understood, that anyone could hear it and know the pain behind the simple tune and connect with the one playing it.

And as Delvin began to softly wrap up the evening, Cora, who had up till this point, remained rather still in his arms, turns her head to softly kiss his neck. She understood the meaning behind that story perfectly well, though unlike the other two, she knew how truly sad and horrific it really was.

 

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Cory..? She realized after a moment of confusion that he was referring to his sister. Was he hallucinating? She flinched again when she heard Niles' leg snap, not wanting to know at what horrific angle the man's leg was in at this point.

And then the light came on. She was blinded for a few seconds, but was soon able to see Niles' mangled form and Kuznet. He was standing there watching as though the situation wasn't as dire as it was. She wondered to herself how long he had been watching, and whether he knew Niles was coming for her. He had to have... otherwise he wouldn't have been here so quickly.

Her eyes returned to Quint and they looked at each other, her heart wrenching when he really looked and saw who she was, his soft voice apologizing.

"Do it Quinton...You know you'll never get this opportunity again."

Sayori looked at the General, then back to Quint. If she was going to do something, now was the time. However, she knew that if she continued to try to talk Quint down, she would be directly disobeying the General and challenging his command which could cost her dearly. The hungry look in his eye told her that he had a stake in this- he wanted Quint to snap, to step over that line. For this reason, her punishment would be harsh. There were some things worth standing up for though, and Quint was one of them.

The humorous, kind, brave man in front of her had a look on his face that told her that he was considering giving in to the temptation of vengeance.She threw her arms around his chest and looked into his eyes once more with desperation. Her voice trembled as she spoke, and yet there was a certain conviction about it. It took every ounce of courage in her to defy that large blue-eyed man towering close nearby, her legs even trembling as she did so.

"No. I don't know what Cory would have wanted you to do, but I'm telling you that this is a line you can't cross. You and I may not have a choice for what is done with us, but we have a choice in how we act. Please... if you won't do it for any other reason, do it because I'm asking you as a friend."

The little woman swallowed hard and choked out, "You're not a chess-piece, Quint! You are not a puppet! You're a kind person! Don't let this break you... You told me you wouldn't let anyone break you!" Tears rolled down her face as she waited for a reply, hoping beyond hope that he would listen to her pleas.

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Damien nodded at Vin's comment, agreeing that it was horrific for the choice that had to be made. He also knew what it was like to see a friend die, the terrified look on their face, so he knew that the guilt was definitely what would haunt the man for years to come.

Through Vin's song, Sabastian and Damien were both quietly listening. Indeed it was a sad song to both of them, though it seemed like one that implied suffering and a strong wish for that suffering to end or at least to mean something. Everyone at the camp had suffered, so each of them felt that connection to that haunting tune.

The soft kiss to his neck prompted Damien to look down at Cora to give her a sad smile. Both of them had known cages in their lives, cages fortified with pain and despair. He hoped that someday they would both be able to let their pasts be past, but for now, it was almost cathartic to let some of the sadness out. He leaned his neck forward and kissed her cheek softly, smelling the booze on her breath as he did so.

When Vin was done, Sabastian sighed. "Hm... After all of this, you're going to have to play an upbeat song for me or I'm going to be too depressed and spooked to sleep."

 

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The sound of laughter. Loud, piercing, and deep. It broke through the silence that followed after Sayoris little speech, and when it was done, Kuznet was looking at her with that almost otherworldly madness in his eyes. He knew the game was up, for the little lamb had pulled a fast one on him and captured his pawn. However, he still had a whole army on the board.

"Hand him over Quinton."

Kuznets voice was back to it's normal, reserved tone, the General having quickly composed himself. He knew his little welp well enough to know that Quint wouldn't have actually killed Niles. He would have only gotten very, very, close. Deliciously close.

His body now shaking, coming down from the high of adrenaline and the major stress he had already been put through earlier, he could only just barely turn towards the General as he let his tentacles deposit the now bleeding and gasping body that was Niles into those huge, bear arms. Kuznet doesn't even bother to give his Second even a slight glance as he shifts him to free one of his own hands, reaching out and hitting the keypad to close the door and lock it. Once it's shut, he gives one final little grin towards Sayori, and then he leaves.

Quint simply stands there, still shaking and his eyes now foggy with tears. For the moment, and perhaps only for Kuznets amusement, the lights are left on.
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Delvin looked down at him, still being able to make out his face in the pale moonlight, and he let out a little laugh.

"Alright, alright, upbeat it is. But guitarist picks first, and then you guys can all pick a song. I think we could all use a little mood lifter to send us into a goodnight sleep."

Adjust himself a bit, and leaning Sabastian over just a little, he starts to strum something very happy and dance worthy.

https://youtu.be/qEZAV17_WuQ

"Watch this, I bet Cora will recognize it."

It took just a few seconds and cords into the song, but suddenly Cora throws her hands up in the air and let's out an excited little "one round with Jose Cuervo! Woo!", and all but interrupts the first verses of the song. Delvin only laughs and continues on into the first part of the song, ignoring her excited little outburst. He only hoped that Damien would steal the bottle away from her soon and hide it.

 

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The courage Sayori had dug out of the pits of her soul was exhausted, so when Kuznet laughed so madly, she cowered, holding onto Quint for support. The way he looked at her was the exact same as when he had called her livestock. Perhaps he delighted in the game, in the struggle of his prey. He was like a man at a chessboard, amused that his opponent had made a move he hadn’t been expecting. Just because he was amused didn’t mean he wouldn’t come down hard on her later to discourage further disobedience.

She watched with relief as Quint handed Niles over, and part of her wondered if Kuznet would kill the man himself. He didn’t seem to care about him at all, but loyalty like that was difficult to find. The question was whether it was worth it to Kuznet to nurse Niles back to health. No doubt he would be conscious within a day or two, but he would need a cast for his leg, time for his ribs to repair, and whatever else Quint had managed to injure. She doubted that he would remember Kuznet telling Quint to kill him, nor Sayori begging him not to. It was just as well; she didn’t know how long she was going to be here and she didn’t want Robo-Cop taunting her about it or thinking that she had any feelings other than hatred for the man. She could just imagine him saying something disgusting like, “do you crave my cock so much that you can’t stand to see me hurt, little whore?”

Sayori was glad to see Kuznet leave, but the little grin he gave her sent chills through her little body. It was almost as though he was pleased that he had a real reason to punish her severely now, and he was looking forward to it immensely.

Sayori looked up at Quint and let go of him, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed. She sat him down on one side of the bed and then she sat a little bit away from him, reaching out to him and pulling him down so that he was laying on the bed with his head in her lap. The little doe-eyed woman then simply sat there and stroked his hair in a comforting manner. Now that everything was over for the moment, she noticed how bad a shape he was in. It looked like Kuznet had treated him very roughly, and her heart ached for Quint. It hurt that Kuznet had done this to him because of her. Hopefully this time, she could shield him from the brunt of Kuznet's madness.

"Thank you..." she said softly, not expecting or needing an answer. He had been worn down physically and mentally, and she knew he just needed to rest a bit.

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Her little outburst made Sabastian giggle and Damien chuckle, her exuberance being infectious.

"I think that's enough Jose Cuervo for you," Damien grinned, taking the bottle and screwing the cap onto it before setting it away from them. "We should save some for later, anyway." His words were softer so that he didn't interrupt Vin's singing, but Cora could hear him just fine.

During the song, he tapped his legs with his hands to the beat, enjoying the tune. He hadn't heard this one either, but he liked it quite a bit. Sabastian nodded his head to the beat also, his spirits lifting from the jaunty tune. Once it was over, he clapped a bit for Vin and giggled.

"Mm. I liked that song quite a bit." The horny little man was now watching Vin intently, the alcohol having made him a bit aroused. His eyes traveled Vin's chest, his hand coming up to trace Vin's tattoo once more. He wanted to steal Vin away to do naughty things with him, maybe give him a private rendition of "the horny tentacle monster and the the hunky traveler."

 

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He was starting to slip back into that mind numbing fog once more, and barely even registered it when she took him to the bed and had him lay down. The only thing that was really getting through to him at that moment was the sharp pain in his body. He wanted to stay there against her lap and be comforted by her soft touch, but he just couldn't ignore the pain on his hip where Kuznet had left a black and blue bruise in the shape of his hand. So after just a moment more of her soft caressing, he lifts himself up and moves himself so that he is laying on his stomach, behind Sayoris back. Once he can get himself comfortable enough that not every breath he takes is causing an excruciating ache somewhere, he lets his arm come up and wrap around her waist.

"Sayori..."

Her name is barely a whisper on his lips; his breathing ragged, from pain or from struggling to fight off a sob, even he didn't know.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take. We were free from him for so many years, but now...now..."

This time he did sob, his breath hitching and coming out in a cough. What was the point, really? Before they had had hope. Before, they had dreamed of a life free of the evil man. A life where they could find simple work and friends, build connections. A normal life. But now...now nothing was the same. The world had burned down around them, and not only was Kuznet still standing after the ashes, he was likely going to try and build it up into his own image.

They didn't have the resources that they had before. How could they take him down now? Quint had so barely pulled it off before, and even then, he had failed. The monster had been stalking them for years, always hanging around some bush. Always just one step behind...

"I'm tired of running Sayori. I'm so tired."
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Cora had laughed along with them, having gotten so excited by the song that she just had to show it. During the song, she quieted down though and simply danced along with the beat, occasionally softly singing a line or two. When it was over, though, she couldn't quite keep herself still.

Between the combination of good food, water, and the booze, she was really getting the urge to go. Just too many liquids settling down in her belly, but now, looking out at the dark forest, she was tempted to hold it. The song might have lifted the mood after story time, but Cora was still terrified of what could be lurking out in those shadows.

That little touch to his chest made Vin look down again, and he smiled when he saw the look that Sabastian was giving him. Even though it was dark, he could almost still make out the little blush on his cheeks and it made him hungry for the man.

Turning away from him for a moment, he lifts the guitar strap over his should and sits the instrument down on the sleeping back that they had laid out. After that's done, he turns his attention back to Sabastian and lays his hand on his thigh, gently squeezing him a little. He wouldn't do anything so bold as to be lewd right in front of Cora and Damien, but he still had the urge to rub that warm hand all the way up his leg and to his soft chest, seeking out those little rosebud peeks.

"That moonlight on the lake is gorgeous. I was thinking about getting a better look, you want to come with me?"

 

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What Quint was saying was so heart-wrenching. It filled her with such a profound sadness that she could barely keep her own tears at bay. Her hand settled on the arm wrapped around her waist and she simply rubbed him softly, wanting to remind him each moment that she was there with him.

"I know, Quint. I can't know the pain that you've suffered, but I can hear it in your words. You've been through so much pain, so much loss, so much fear... for yourself and those you love. It's simply... not fair that you must go through these trials." Her lip trembled and she looked down into her lap. Would that she could help that gentle man behind her. All she could do was offer words and support, and even then she didn't know what to say.

Sayori wiped her eyes on her other hand and sniffled. "In the movies they always say things like 'giving in is letting him win' or 'you have to be strong for your sister." But who cares about winning? What does that matter when your heart wants to stop beating? I know you love your sister, but this is about you, your life. Only you can decide whether life is worth the torment, if each step you take is worth the marks on your body. Only you can decide whether you're willing to accept the punishments for your kindness.

You are a such beautiful person though, Quint. Despite all that you've gone through, you still retain your humanity. You are so kind, genuine, and selfless. I would hate to see you give up, to opt out... Especially when you were the person who gave me hope. I wanted to die when they first took me here, but then that funny little voice of yours carried over the bars. It made me think that maybe I do have enough strength to make it one more day, and another, and more. Each day I am alive, I have the opportunity to smile, and even though I know there will be pain, I think it is worth it for the hope or opportunity to love and be loved."

Sayori did love him, as a friend, as family even. Maybe she was naive or innocent like Niles had said, but she truly believed that it was worth it to hang on as long as there was the hope that she might hear his laugh or see that goofy smile on his face. After a moment, she took a breath and sang to him softly.

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"Love is our always. Existing where sunlight shines down, on you. Sometimes you can't see it, sometimes you can't feel it, but still... may love always be by your side."

The song was about Sarah, and about Cora also. It was about the loss and loneliness that came with it. Sayori felt it in her heart for her family and friends, and about Quint also. But it was also about hope, about letting the tears fall while looking toward a brighter future.

"I walk upon this Earth, still damp and still unsure. But it may be a path to somewhere someday..."

The woman's sweet voice was clear and bright, a deep sadness and hope in her voice. Her eyes closed as she imaged sitting with Quint in a grassy field in the sun, somewhere far from here, her cheeks stained with her tears.

"Love is our always. Existing where sunlight shines down, on you. Sometimes you can't see it, sometimes you can't feel it, but still... may love always be by your side... May love always be by your side..."

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Sabastian enjoyed the attention he got from Vin, the warm hand on his thigh making him very pleased. Though he hadn't expected for the man to invite him out to the lake again. He would have thought that his own horniness would have to be worked out between himself and his right hand... or tentacle as the case may be. After all, Vin had already cum three times today, so he couldn't possibly be horny again, could he? Or maybe he could just tell that Sabastian was a ball of slutty energy right now and wanted to help him... loosen up.

Whatever the case might have been, he was all for it. Perhaps he would try to tempt the man into taking him in the ass, his boozy brain thinking to himself that he wouldn't mind Vin's thick cock pressing into him. Vin might try to say that they should wait till Sabastian was sober, but how could he resist this plump little ass?

"A walk under the moonlight sounds like just what I need." Sabastian had a little coy smile on his face before he got off of Vin's lap and stood. "We'll be back," he said to Cora and Damien before drunkly walking off toward the lake in what might be described as a mix between a strut and a wobbly gait, the man almost losing his balance once or twice after stepping on an uneven part of the ground.

Damien smirked, looking at Vin and knowing exactly what they were up to. He didn't say anything though, simply holding onto his own little drunkling who seemed to have a lot of energy for some reason.

 

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Quint didn't say a word as she spoke, and he tried his best to listen. Her words weren't as hopeful as he expected, but in a way, it was almost better. It was cathartic and it helped to ease some of the ache. And she was right, it was his choice. About the only choice he had over anything at the moment, and in a way, the realization made him not want it so badly. He felt relief flood through his system, and though it wasn't the type of relief he would feel were he truly free, it was enough to calm him for the moment.

When her sweet voice began to fill the cold air around them, he squeezed her a bit closer and buried his face into her side. His tears soaked through the shirt he had given her and he hoped she didn't mind, because in that moment, he couldn't pull himself together enough to be that funny man that had made her laugh and gave her hope. He knew he didn't have much time in this cell with her-he was going to be punished, or at least moved to a different cell, so he just wanted to soak up a little bit more of her warmth and kindness.

Despite his effort to keep her at a certain distance, Quint knew she had a special place in the circle of people that he cared about now. He never tried to compare people to other people, that having been something that his mother taught him, but she had displayed such strength and kindness towards him, even having had a glimpse of what Kuznet was capable of, that he couldn't help but be reminded of Sarah. Sayori was not her, of course, but he couldn't help but think that she was built similarly, in the heart. Both of them seemed to possess a certain courage in their souls.

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Quint is so exhausted, that by the time she is done singing, he seems to have fallen asleep, his arm having slowly loosened it's grip around her waist as he was lulled into a temporary sense of peace.

No sooner has he fallen asleep than the sound of boot steps can be heard once again. This time, it is neither the cruel face of Niles, nor the insanity of Kuznet, but simply Officer Francisco, or as Quint had so fondly named him, London Bridge. He doesn't have much of an expression on his face as he simply keys in the number to the lock and then enters once the door is open.

Looking towards the two of them briefly, he pulls a small syringe out from his pocket and begins to take the cap off. The liquid inside seems to be a bit of a cloudy white substance, though what it is is difficult to guess.
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Vin had just happened to look over as he was standing up, and he caught the smirk on Damiens face. He returned it with his own toothy grin, enjoying the nonverbal joke being passed between the two of them, before he crackes his knuckles and then let his feet catch up to the little blond. Once he was by his side, he slung his arm over his shoulders in a casual manner and pulled him to his side, giving Sabastian some support so he didn't have to sway so much as he walked.

Once the two of them were out of sight, Cora reaches up and taps Damien on the chest. Once she has his attention, she looks up at him with a bit of a bashful expression.

"Damien..." she say very quietly, almost whispering.

"I really have to go pee, but I'm... Ok! I'm scared to go out in the dark by myself!"

Her arms cross over her chest, and if it weren't for the dark of the night, he might have been able to see the bright blush that has suddenly lit up her little cheeks. She had definitely drank enough to get drunk, but she hadn't thought she drank enough to get shit face or anything. All she had been doing was taking sips off the bottle for...oh. Well. Maybe she had a little more than she thought she did.

 

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She didn't mind Quint crying into the shirt she wore, in fact she was glad that she could be there to soak them up for him. It seemed as though was trying so hard to be a pillar of strength for others that he hadn't been able to lean on anyone since the world went upside down. To have relieved at least a little bit of that pressure made her happy.

When she was done singing, she looked down at him. He was so peaceful as he slept, his arm still loosely wrapped around her waist. She wished they could stay like this forever, but she too knew that they would eventually come for one of them to punish or separate.

The bootsteps made her look up, worried that it was Kuznet again, but it turned out to only be Francisco. Her eyes went to the needle and the milky liquid and she was willing to bet that it was full of something that would put someone to sleep for a while. She looked back up at him and simply asked, "is that for me or for Quint?" Her face was a little frightened, but sadness was at the forefront. She didn't want to lose him.

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Sabastian let himself be pulled against him, looking up and giggling, "hey there, handsome. You know, I'm starting to notice that whenever I drink alcohol, I end up getting incredibly horny. Maybe it's like an aphrodisiac to me now, I don't know. I never used to be like this. I'd get the giggles of course, but I was never felt like being such a little slut."

He continued walking with Vin along the shoreline, not really caring where they were going as long as Vin's warm body was still pressed against his own. When they were a sufficient distance away, he leaned his head against Vin's chest and sighed, breathing deeply. "Goddamn, you smell good. I could smell you all fucking day. I don't know what it is about you, but your smell makes me want to jump you even when I'm not boozed up." The little man giggled, his tongue extending to give Vin's nipple a playful lick before withdrawing.

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The steely-eyed man's eyes went to Cora when she tapped him, expectantly listening for what she wanted. As she spoke, his smirk only grew, a little chuckle working its way up through his chest. "Well. I suppose I could escort you through the woods, little red riding hood. I'll make sure no wolves get you while you take care of yourself."

He reached up and stroked her cheek, feeling the heat emanating from them and wondering if it was a delicious blush of embarrassment, or a warm flush from the booze. With that, he scooted backwards and stood up, reaching down and taking her hand to help her up also. Damien didn't care whether she went to the bathroom nearby; it was a natural thing and he almost felt a bit pleased that she felt close enough to him to ask him to protect her in the dark.

 

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Francisco's light brown eyes looked down at Sayori, the telling of his age obvious in the small wrinkles in his face and the streaks of grey throughout his hairline. He looked to be about as old as Kuznet, perhaps just a bit older, but it was difficult to tell for sure.

"It's for Quinton. Yours is coming up next, though I'm afraid I don't have any pain pills this time. You'll just have to grit your teeth."

He stepped forward then, reaching down and taking Quint's arm, then pulling it back. Unlike the other cruel officers, he didn't try to yank or pull, or cause any pain. He simply pulled it back to where he needed it, and then plunged the needle into his vein slowly, letting the liquid seep into his body.
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"Hey there yourself" he said with amusement, his steps slowly leading them to where they would have more privacy, and, of course, far enough away that their voices wouldn't be echoing back out across the lake. Vin was tempted to take him back out to that lovely little spot they had found earlier, under the single tree, but he thought that might be just a bit too far in the dark. Besides, he wanted to find a nice patch of grass that was soft enough for them both to lay down in and be comfortable.

"I'd get the giggles of course, but I was never felt like being such a little slut."

He let's out a little bark of a laugh at that and moves his arm down to rest around his waist, pulling him a little closer to feel that warm body pressed up against him.

"Well you can be a little slut with me whenever you want, I certainly don't mind."

He hummed softly as they walked, and when next Sabastian started speaking, he noticed that they had stopped on a nice grassy little hill. Exactly the type of grassy hill he had been looking for.

"I don't know what it is about you, but your smell makes me want to jump you even when I'm not boozed up."

That drew another laugh from the nomad, and he had opened his mouth to say something along the lines of that not being the first time he had been told that. However, when he felt that teasing little lick to his nipple, he was instantly reminded of that night on the base, and, almost as good as a shot of Viagra straight through his veins, he felt his cock growing for the little blond.

"Careful little man" he says in that low voice before suddenly bending down and scooping Sabastian up off his feet and into a cradling position in his arms. He then quickly but gently deposits him on his back in the grass, and once he's there, Vin climbs over him. His much warmer body presses down on the little blond with just a bit of pressure, his hands on either side of Sabastians arms to support his own weight and make sure he doesn't crush him. Bending his face down, he kisses the side of his neck before whispering in his ear.

"You keep teasing me like that and I might just be tempted to take you right here and now..."
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"It's not the wolves I'm afraid of..." she grumbles, embarrassed that she had to admit her silly fear of the dark.

She kept herself steady as they walked out into the treeline, and then, after looking over her shoulder to make sure he was still nearby, she went around behind a tree and did her business. Once she was done, she used some tissue that she had stuffed in her pocket, then discarded it.

As she stood up, she thought she heard something snap a twig nearby and it sent a bolt of lightning panic straight up her spine. Whatever it had been, it made her leave that treeline so fast that she was still trying to get her pants buttoned as she all but crashes into Damiens hard chest. She had still been looking over her shoulder as she came out and not at where her feet were leading her in her panic, so when she hit a wall of hard flesh, she simply let's out a little squeak of fright.

 

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Sayori was a bit surprised by his answer. She had expected that they would take Quint and after what had happened it made sense that they would drug him. However, she didn’t know why they would waste the resources on her. She was a small woman who could be easily dragged from one place to another, and she wasn’t sure why they would relocate her anyway. If Quint was leaving, they would be separated like Kuznet wanted. What was the point of moving her also?

She watched him approach, noting how businesslike he was in administering whatever that milky liquid was. It saddened her that Quint would wake up alone, but at least they had shared one last memory together.

The woman nodded at the officer. “I think I can handle a needle. It confuses me as to why you would put me to sleep also though. I’m not particularly strong, so I doubt I could fight any of you. In addition it doesn’t make any sense to me why you would be moving both of us when taking one would be sufficient. It’s not as though moving me to a new cell will change anything.” Her tone wasn’t flippant, merely soft and a bit sad.

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Sabastian let out another giggle as he was scooped up, loving how Vin could pick him up so easily in those big, strong arms of his. The next thing he knew, he was laying on his back, Vin moving on top of him, his form silhouetted by the moonlight. He could see just fine though, every handsome detail of his lover’s face before he leaned down to tease his neck. His expression changed from his silly giggly one, to one that was much more hungry.

“And what if... I wanted you to be tempted? Would you do it? Would you spread my legs and fuck me till I came on that big dick of yours?” he asked, his heart starting to beat quickly. The little man was definitely pretty drunk to say such a thing, but he found himself craving to be filled. Underneath the man, he spread his legs and let them hug Vin’s hips as if to further paint the picture.

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He merely nodded at her, understanding what she meant. Damien had never been afraid of the dark himself, knowing that some of the most frightening things happened in the light. Evil wanted to be seen, wanted to look one in the eye and know that they understood who was the deliverer of their pain. That being said, the dark was a good way to sneak up on someone, so he couldn't discount the danger of it.

Though he stood in a relaxed manner, he was certainly keeping watch for her. The tape recording still lingered in the back of his mind, and he knew that if someone wanted to fuck with him, Cora would be a good way to do so. He wouldn't be able to do much against a fully automated rifle, but he would be damned if he didn't try.

All seemed to be well though until he heard a snap somewhere nearby. He hoped it was Cora, but soon found her barreling toward him. Immediately his eyes became more sharp and he tensed, catching her as she bumped into his chest and wrapping his arms around her protectively as he looked out into the darkness. He was very still, straining his ears to see if he could hear any more footsteps, simply holding her tightly as he did so. It could have just been an animal, but still... it never heart to be vigilant.

 

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Francisco didn't look at her as she spoke, his attention seemingly only on the needle as he slowly pushed the plunger down. Once everything was out, he withdrew it and placed his thumb over the pin prick in his flesh and pressed down with some pressure, holding it for a moment before letting it go to replace the cap on the needle.

"I'm not here drug you or move you, Ms.Sayori" he says, finally looking down at her as he moves the empty needle back to it's pocket, and from the same pocket, he pulls out a little black glass vial.

"The General is testing the potency of Quinton's excretions."

He lifts the glass vial in the air to emphasize what he is getting at.

"I will need to remove the top layer of your wounds in order to apply more of the excretion. Since Officer Niles is now...out of commission until the foreseeable future, this test has fallen on my shoulders. I would appreciate it if you simply cooperate and do not fight me. I am a very busy man and I don't have time to be wasting down here, doing other officers legwork."
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Delvin felt a shiver go up his spine at those tempting words. Would he do it? He wanted to do it. Badly. No, more than that, he had been craving Sabastian since the moment they met; even before he woke up in that car, still drunk off his ass, he had been lusting after the little man even in his dreams.

His lips pressed a little wider on his flushed pale skin and he let his tongue come out to slowly taste him. Vins hips then sunk down, putting pressure against Sabastian's crotch and grinding his erection into him with need. Yes, he wanted to plunge deep inside that plush little ass as he felt those legs wrap around his hips, rolling his body on top of the little man beneath him and claiming him as his own, fucking him like no one ever had, and maybe, no one ever would. The very thought of it all made him shiver and bite his soft flesh, letting out a low growl next to his ear.

"Is that what you want, Sabastian?" he breathes before kissing the little wound he had likely left.

"I want you badly little man, but I'm not going to do a damn thing until you beg me for it."
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Cora felt those strong arms wrap around her and it made her feel protected, but it also made her a bit nervous. He seemed to be taking the slight spook just as seriously as she was and not just dismissing it as an animal or something similar, as she would have thought. It made her more nervous that there might actually be something out there after all.

For a few tense moments, both of them stood there in silence. Then...

Two little purple, slightly luminescent, eyes came out from behind the treeline.

"Oh, Bowie!" Cora half yells, half pouts.

"You scared the shit out me you little...spaghetti noodle!"

She couldn't bring herself to actually curse at the snake, and Bowie seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing. Those little eyes bobbed up and down in the dark when she called his name with anger and fear, and it seemed as if the snake had snuck up on her on purpose.

 

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The small woman didn't understand what he meant at first, but when he clarified what he intended to do, she sucked in a breath in shock and horror. It seemed as though he was indicating that he was literally going to scrape or cut off the skin of her wounds just to apply a fresh coat of Quint's fluid. How he was going to do that with her ass, she didn't know nor want to know. All she knew that whether it be her ass, shoulder, or finger, this was going to be excruciating.

He said it so calmly too, like the horrific experiment was just an inconvenience to him. While she knew that Niles and Kuznet would have gotten enjoyment from the task (which was disgusting), Francisco just seemed rather annoyed like a doctor who didn't want to be bothered with the patient's questions.

She looked at her shortened finger and shivered, dread settling in her gut. Sayori pursed her lips and simply remained silent. The woman was tired, just like Quint. She didn't want to waste her energy or words on a man who saw her merely as an inconvenience. Perhaps when she got a full sitting's rest she would have the energy to at least make some kind of remark, but for now she didn't have much left to give. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do his task whether she struggled or not, so she got up and walked over to Quint's side of the cells since he was currently laying on her own bed.

Sayori took off the shirt and bunched it up, laying on her stomach and resting her head against it as she waited. Her little body trembled, the woman simply trying to breath with the intent of getting through this.

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Sabastian was already pretty horny, so when Vin pressed his cock against his own crotch, he could feel himself only getting harder. The way he pushed his hips against him with such need made the little blonde ache for him. He panted softly and knew that he needed this. At the sudden nip to his neck he gasped slightly, shivering at the sting of pain it sent through him. It stung so deliciously, reminding him of how carnal Vin could be, and it only served to turn him on more.

"I want you badly little man, but I'm not going to do a damn thing until you beg me for it."

The little man shivered, happy to oblige Vin's request if it meant that he would be moaning in Vin's arms soon. He turned his head and kissed Vin's neck sweetly, his hands moving up to Vin's chest then sliding up his neck to caress his face on both sides. Gently guiding Vin's face back a bit so he could look into his eyes.

"It is what I want- I want it so bad, Vin." He leaned up and pressed his soft lips against the man's, deepening the kiss until their tongues were tasting each other. His kiss was sweet at first, like the embodiment of Sabastian's shy nature, the romantic part of him that just wanted to be loved and to take care of Vin. The kiss slowly escalated into something more though, his kiss becoming heated with lust, with a desire to have Vin consume him. It was more than simple lust, it was a hunger to give Vin everything he was, body, heart, and soul; it was as though his mouth was challenging him if only to provoke him into dominating him right back.

When he started to get dizzy from the lack of air, he pulled back, panting yet still not having had his fill of Vin's mouth.

"Please... I want you inside me. I want to feel what it's like to have a real man fuck me. But... I don't want it to be any other man than you. I only want you. So please... take me. I'll do anything, say anything, just as long as you make me yours." His voice was pleading, lustful, and heartfelt at the same time, the blonde's purple eye almost seeming to glow in the low light.

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Damien was on a hair trigger, so he almost jumped when he saw the violet eyes. He stared, dumbfounded that they both had their chains pulled by the little snake. He furrowed his brow and let go of Cora, keeping one hand around her waist as he turned toward the noodle.

"Bowie. I ought to come over there and..." He paused his sentence as the snake started to bob, perhaps giggling to itself about its little prank. The serpent was just too cute, looking at them with those cute little eyes as he moved with mirth. He tried, but he just couldn't stay mad at the spoopy reptile.

The man sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Dammit Bowie... I'll admit that was good, but next time try not to do something so spooky, okay?" He walked over and crouched, reaching out so that he could slither up his arm and around his shoulder. Bowie did so, easily climbing up. Though, instead of simply wrapping around his shoulders, he let the end of his tail wrap around the back of Damien's neck while he slithered up the side of Damien's head to perch on top. He raised his little head up there, looking around from his tall, mobile watchtower.

 

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Francisco simply followed behind her and waited for her to lay down on the bed. Once she was still, he reached behind him and pulled open a tactical pouch, and from it he brought out a pair of long, metal tweezers and a pen light. Placing his free hand down on the small of her back, he looks down at her face for a moment.

"I don't expect that you will, but I just want to make it clear that if you try and fight me I will have to stop you and possibly even knock you out. I am more than capable of defending myself, though I'm sure you know that. If you try and stab me or steal my gun, I will break your wrist before you can even think to count to one."

Once that had been said, he bends down on one knee near the bed and he begins to use the long tweezers to dig into the wound in her ass, and it only takes him a few seconds to realize that it isn't going to be as simple as he though. The excretion had formed into something a bit hard and lumpy, but it also seemed to have quickly grown into her skin. Instead of being able to grip it and just pull it out like he had hoped, it seemed as if he was really going to have to dig in there and separate the skin from it before he could pull it out.

"Damn" he said on a sigh, wishing Kuznet had allowed him to grab some of the novocaine if only to prevent her from squirming. Sure, the resources were finite now, but his own work was a resource as well, and wasting time down here was not on his list of things he wanted to get done this evening.

"So," he says as he begins to yank on her skin with annoying, but precise, persistence.

"How did you injure your ankle?"
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"It is what I want- I want it so bad, Vin."

Those words and the look on his face under the soft moonlight made him so horny, his cock twitching in his pants as Sabastian pulled him into a sweet kiss. That kiss slowly evolved to become more hungry, more demanding, and Vin found himself craving it just as much. Keeping his weight on one hand, he moves his other up to briefly stroke Sabastian's cheek before moving his fingers back along his head to weave into his hair and grip with some force. The more that Sabastian toyed with his tongue and the more hungry the kiss became, the more that Delvin found himself wanting to control the pace and control just how much he allowed the little man to have-which, admittedly, was a lot in that moment.

He could feel Sabastian trying to pull away for air and it made him groan, not wanting to let the little man go. However, for just a brief moment, he got a bit nervous that he might have crossed a line. He had given in to his cravings more with that kiss than he had previously, and he feared that something, perhaps gripping his hair like that, might have scared Sabastian. However, listening to what the little man had to say next put all those fears to rest.

"I don't want it to be any other man than you. I only want you. So please... take me. I'll do anything, say anything, just as long as you make me yours."

With a growl of animalistic lust, Delvin claimed those sweet lip once more and this time, he didn't hold back. The hand in his hair gripped him roughly once more, tugging him back just the smallest amount so that Vin could feel him open his mouth wider as he gasped, and when he did, Vin all but consumed him. His tongue slipped and slid around his with passion, his teeth scraping against the blonds own a small amount with the intensity of the kiss.

Suddenly, Vin lets him go, leaning back. He moves up Sabastian's body a bit, so that his knees are on either side of his slender waist. With swift and efficient movements, he captures both of Sabastian's hands just below his wrists and brings them up towards his head, where he guides him to fold his fingers together behind his blond locks.

"Just like that," he says in a hungry, baritone whisper.

"Keep your hands behind your head, just like that."

Once he was sure that Sabastian was going to do as he was told, he moved back down his body. Reaching down, Vin grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up to where it is bunched just under his neck and armpits, leaving his smooth little chest exposed to Vin's hungry mouth as he dips down and begins to kiss and suck his soft skin, quickly making a sweet trail up to his little rosebuds.
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It was too much.

A giggle worked up through Coras chest as she watched Bowie use his head like his own personal perch. It wasn't the first time the snake had done this with someone, but this time it seemed different. The snake was much more conscious of it's own actions, having just knowingly pulled a prank on the both of them, so it almost seemed as if Bowie was rubbing it in a bit.

The more she stares at the two, the more that she laughs, and very soon she finds herself bending over and putting her hands on her knees as the giggle turns into a full out laughing attack.

 

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Francisco didn't have to tell her twice- she knew he meant business and wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if she resisted. He might have had grey in his hair, but he was more than capable of carrying out his promises of punishment.

The first time he started picking at the wound, she hissed in pain, the woman starting to cry once more. It was simply so painful that the stress of it had to be relieved in one way or another. She reached up to hold the bars of the bed, squeezing them tightly to direct her attention elsewhere, though she couldn't stop her body from trembling, shivering, flinching, and squirming from the pain.

God it hurt. It hurt much more than she could have anticipated. Pain was a part of life for ner now, but she certainly wasn't used to it yet. Who knew if she ever would be, but for now each pick of his tweezers was immensely painful. The only bright side to this was that neither she nor Francisco wanted to be doing this, and that it wasn't Niles leaning over her, roughly pulling in an effort to make it more painful, or fucking her as he scraped the skin off her body again.

Through the haze of pain, she didn't understand why he was asking or why he was talking to her. Perhaps it was to distract her from the pain, but there was no way she could focus on anything other than that awful sensation. Sayori responded through gritted teeth, sniffling slightly, "if you need to know, I'll tell you. But please... don't try to make small talk with me. Just do what you need to do so that this can be over with, please..." With that, a particularly painful pull prompted her to let out a cry of pain, the little lady knowing that he was far from done with even her ass.

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That mouth of Vin's was so talented that it made Sabastian weak. It was like he was drowning in Vin's overpowering passion and he didn't mind letting himself be pulled under. His body tingled as that tongue promised him that he was Vin's and that all he had to do was let Vin take control. It felt good to feel claimed by the man, to feel like Vin wanted him so badly that he allowed the little blonde to see just how ferocious his lust was. The kiss was rough, but it was appropriately so.

When Vin finally pulled back, he panted hard and watched him resituate himself. He felt Vin gathering up his hands and he suspected that Vin was going to restrain him in one way or another, that hunch proving correct as Vin instructed him to keep his hands locked. While he wanted to please Vin by doing as he asked, part of him wanted to touch Vin all over. Perhaps that was why he liked Sabastian restrained; to build up that desire until he couldn't bear it any longer.

The beautiful thing was that it was completely voluntary as well- he didn't have to do what Vin said, and was more than strong enough to dominate Vin during sex. However, he didn't want to have power over Vin, to pin him down or take him. He was the one who wanted to be taken. In a way, it felt really good to have the power taken away from him, to simply trust that Vin would take care of him and make him feel good.

Speaking of feeling good, he kept his hands behind his head and soon felt Vin's mouth upon his chest, his nipples getting hard just from the anticipation of Vin's tongue upon them. "Mm... Vin... If you tease me much more, then I'm going to pop just from you entering me," he said breathlessly. He wasn't exaggerating either. If Vin were to wind him up the way he usually aspired to, then Sabastian was definitely going to cream all over his stomach on the first thrust.

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Damien reached up to try to grab Bowie to redirect him back to his shoulder, but the little snake dodged his hand. The man gave the snake an incredulous look and reached up with both hands, to which Bowie responded by wrapping his body around the man's eyes like a blindfold.

"Bowie!" he scolded, trying to pull the snake off of him to no avail. The danger noodle wasn't squeezing Damien, but he certainly wasn't intending on letting Damien take him off of his newfound perch. Not after he found such a satisfying place to be. The little snake looked at Cora and bobbed as though finding Damien's little struggle amusing. Eventually Damien sighed and put his hands on his hips.

"Well. I suppose I have a Bowie hat now." The steely-eyed man couldn't see her, but he could hear her laughing without any sign of stopping. Bowie seemed very pleased about having made Cora laugh, his little tongue flicking out almost with satisfaction.