Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

[Drobabes]

In the stillness between reality and dreams, where the line becomes a wave and one can only catch small glimpses of the truth as they break the surface, gasping for air before being swept back down, there is whispers. Soft voices. Warnings.

Both Toby and Darla can hear them. Far away and close, above and below. Many voices. Hundreds, perhaps thousands. All speaking and vying to be heard.

Dangerous

Leave

Please help me

Lost

Oh god...I'm sorry..

It's not my fault!

I can't do this

Please don't kill me!

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful

It's not safe

So soft. Like cutting chicken

don't belong

WAKE UP!

Toby jerked and sat up, the flashlight getting tossed off in the process. He heard it thunk softly on the floor, and something about the sound put him on edge. He reached down to try and feel for it, completely blind in the dark. Something cool and soft touched his fingers causing him to flinch and pull his hand back. Standing up off the couch, he put his feet on the ground and was left feeling on edge. It was different; cushioning and soft where it should have been hard. He had to find that flashlight, something was wrong here and each second that ticked by left him feeling more and more anxious.

His hands reach into his jeans pockets and he pulls out the lighter. He hesitates before flicking it on, the thought of someone standing right in front of him as he illuminated the dark space giving him goosebumps. After counting to three in his head, he clicks it and sees...nothing. There's nothing there but dark. All encompassing dark. With his heart beating fast and his palms feeling sticky, he bends down to the ground to look for the flashlight and inspect what he was standing on.

Under his boots is the last thing he ever expected to see down here. Dark green grass, growing thick on rich earth, and mingled with valley weeds and plants. He runs his fingers through it, half convinced it isn't real, but feeling the texture and coolness of it all the same.

His hand touches something hard and cold-the flashlight. He grips it, then flicks it on. Pocketing the lighter, he slowly sweeps the beam around.

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Someones hands were touching her. Hot and sweaty and not at all gentle. They groped her breasts and scratched her stomach as they made their way down to her snatch, forcing themselves under the thin fabric of her pants and sticking a skinny, boney finger into her hot cunt.

"Oh fuck baby, you're wet ain't you?"

His voice was like needles being laced through flesh. Slow and drawn out, and stabbing with each word that landed.

"Come on Darla darlin, wake up so I can have a taste of that sweet mouth."

His tongue was in her ear then, wet and slimy and invading, and his hands still on her, groping.

The smell and the sounds; the bitter cold temperature, and the guards hard utility belt rubbing and bruising her soft flesh. As Darla awakens, she knows exactly where she is.

 

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Darla hadn’t opened her eyes yet, and she didn’t want to. Everything was so familiar, and yet it was impossible for her to be there. She had served her time, followed it out to her final conclusion. There was no way a guard could be feeling her up right now, and yet every touch felt very real, especially the finger that had invaded in-between her legs.

His voice was known to her since he was the guard that visited her the most. His body, his hands... they had been upon her time and time again, greedily deriving pleasure from her voluptuous body. Most would simply cum and go, but this one liked taking his time to tease her. He seemed to like the power he felt from forcing himself upon her while also forcing her to cum. It was as though he liked the idea that she secretly wanted him, despite the obviousness of her hatred.

He always seemed to know when she was faking her slumber as well. Perhaps it was the way she breathed or lay there, she wasn’t sure. It was possible that she may have unwittingly flinched from his disgusting tongue on her ear.

“Somebody’s awake, aren’t they? You know you can’t fool me, Darla. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes of yours.” She felt him pinch her nipple insistently, making her wince. When she opened her eyes, it only confirmed what she had feared: she was back in her cell with one of the people she hated most in this world.

“Get the fuck away from me, Ridley!” Darla hissed, grabbing the hand on her breast and trying to force it away. It didn’t do her any good though, seeing as how he was always stronger than she.

“Oh, you’re feeling feisty today, are you? Do I need to bring out the handcuffs?” He grinned, his brown eyes gleeful.

“No, just fucking leave me alone!” She looked around frantically, hoping beyond hope that maybe Toby was somewhere nearby to help. Her hope fizzled out the moment she heard the familiar zip of his pants.

 

[Drobabes]

There was nothing but rolling fields of grass. Everywhere he shined his beam, that's all there was. Grass.

"Darla!"

He had been calling her name out for some time as he walked, but the only thing that ever answered back was the soft whisper of a cool breeze. Gone was the heat of the caverns and in its place was a slow, creeping, cold. He wished he had his jacket, but when he had flicked the flashlight on and turned around, it was gone. Along with the backpack and the couch, and any evidence that it had ever been there at all.

He took a deep breathe.

"Daarllaa!!"

His throat ached. He didn't know if he could keep going on like that.

He picks up the pace and starts to jog lightly, trying to warm himself and squelch down the fear that was rising up. He shouldn't have left her lying on the ground, he should have made her get up on the couch with him. She had warned him about this place-he should have been more careful.

"Damnit!"

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Someone was toying with Darla in her sleep. Someone who had fell into the underground so many centuries ago that they no longer knew of hunger, and time. But they knew of thirst. An everlasting thirst that they so rarely could quench. When earlier they had found the young maiden, white as a flowers bloom under the full moon, they thought-no, had faith, that they had been rewarded. But now? Oh now, they must be being ascended. Their reward for their years of servitude in the dark, taking countless souls and offering them as payment; as tributes.

She twitched, and for a moment, he jumped back. Then just as quickly, he was back on top of her. Touching lightly, almost caressing.

"Shh shh shh! Not yet. No pain yet. Soon, though. You'll like it, promise."

He scooped her up, gently as not to wake her, and was about to leave before he noticed it. The shiny sharp blade laying beneath her voluptuous form, so clean in the dim light of up above.

He hesitates only for a moment.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful. It'll be easy, like cutting chicken, don't you think?"

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyes squeezed shut, willing for him to go away, and to her surprise, he did. There was silence as her eyes remained closed, and she felt herself being lifted up into a pair of strong arms. The smell was unmistakably Toby’s, and she relaxed against the man, her head on his chest. Something felt wrong, though, prompting her to open her eyes and look up. It was definitely Toby, but he was carrying her down one of the prison halls.

His brown eyes turned to her, no longer full of mirth and warmth for the woman he held in his arms. They were cold, regarding her with revulsion and barely concealed hatred. “Good mornin’ Darla. Glad you could sleep so well. Don’t know if I could if I was a filthy murderer.” He shook his head, his fingernails digging painfully into her flesh and making her wince.

“I’m... no! I’m not a... I’m not a murderer! Toby, you have to believe me!” Her eyes started to brim with tears, a lump in her throat. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge her words as he continued down the endless hallway. The only thing that was heard for a few moments was the echo of his steps.

He looked at her once again and growled, “you and I both know that’s not true, darlin’. I only killed in self-defense. You... killed for revenge. You knew what you were doin’. You deserve this.” She felt herself drop from his hands, falling down into a deep dark pit that seemed to have no end.

She awoke with a start, discovering with alarm that she was no longer near the waterfall.

 

[Drobabes]

The room that she awoke in was large and and mostly hollow, save for a few rusted school desks shoved up against the far wall where there looked to have been a large chalkboard at one point. The tile had been stripped from the floor years ago, and the old plaster that once covered the brick walls crumbled in huge chunks along the edges, leaving the red bricks to bleed through. In the corner opposite the the desks was a huge bonfire, burning so high it would have reached the roof of the building had there been one. The fire gave off a distinctive smell and only added to the nauseating heat of the underground.

Darla's hands and feet were bound with torn pieces of cloth, and she had been unceremoniously dumped on top of a pile of old dirty clothes, the smell reeking of ammonia and rot. A racking cough, then a moan from just behind her.

Darla would turn to find a young women sitting on her knees, her hands bound in front of her and her legs held open by some kind of metal bar, old and rusted, he feet bound to each end. Long, thick waves of platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, pooling on the ground below her. Lacking the contrast of proper lighting, her eyes look almost black in the shadows of her face. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, and besides a small wet sound as she breathes, there's almost no indication that she is even still alive.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla took in her surroundings, her hear fluttering in fear at what she saw. What was that smell? The clothes underneath her smelled awful, but the bonfire had something really unsettling about its smell that she couldn’t place. She tried to move, but realized she was tied up with cloth, her hands bound behind her. When she tried to pull free, she confirmed that they were wrapped and tied pretty tightly, but she could eventually work her bonds loose by picking at it with her fingernails.

Her nails started working, the assumption being that once her hands were free, her legs would be easier to untie with both hands. The question of how the hell she got here came to mind, and she had no answers. In her dream it was Tony who had carried her, but she hoped to god it hadn’t been him. While she desperately wished he was here right now, she couldn’t bear the way he had looked at her.

The woman was the most disturbing thing about the room, though. She didn’t try to get out of her bonds despite the fact that her hands were in front of her, and her legs were held apart by what Darla recognized as a sex fetish bar for holding a woman’s legs wide while she was fucked. Most of them were adjustable, but this one looked too rusty for that. They were supposed to be used for consensual sex, but they were sometime used to keep a lady open if the man didn’t want to tire himself out by fighting with her legs.

The sight made her blanch and she wondered how long the other woman had been down here. The thing about Perdition was that you would revive if you died, waking up in a place of Perdition’s choosing (usually your room at the bar). However, if someone simply kept one alive, they could play with them endlessly. She had a really bad feeling that she might be looking at her own fate when she looked at the woman.

“Hey.” She said softly, trying to get the other woman’s attention. “What’s going on here? Where am I? Who are you?” Her blue eyes betrayed her fear and anxiousness, half not wanting to know the answers.

 

[Drobabes]

The women turned to face Darla slowly, as if the simple act of turning her head caused immense pain. Her eyes were sunken, her face pale and skinny, and a small line of dried blood ran from the corner of her mouth down past her chin. She didn't speak, just stared at Darla with an unfocused gaze.

Something dropped and clattered on the ground loudly, and heavy labored breathing followed it. Standing at the entrance to the room was a tall figure dressed in loose fitting tattered clothes. Baggy pants and a long jacket with so many moth holes, it was a wonder that the thing was still in one piece.

It was a man, bald and looking as if he had been picking at sores on his head for weeks. His face was mostly obscured by a dark handkerchief covering his nose and mouth, but as he approaches, Darla can see that his face is just as gaunt as the women's. His eyes are extremely dark, and it isn't until he gets up closer to Darla that she can see they are brown. A sort of muddy water brown, and nothing like the soft chocolate tones of Toby's.

He points something at her as he approaches. It's long and white and almost looks like a pipe until he shoves the knuckled end at her so she can see the teeth marks made in the softer cartilage.

He laughs at her reaction, something about the look on her face seeming just so amusing, then he turns and tosses the bone into the fire.

With weirdly janky steps, he marches over to the women and runs a hand through her long hair, petting it lovingly.

"It grew back again, so fast this time. I wonder how many times I can cut it before it stops. Or maybe it won't stop, wouldn't that be nice? I can just keep harvesting your beautiful hair for all eternity."

Suddenly he grips her hair into a fist and yanks her head back, making her mutter a small sound of pain. The he pushes his coat back to reveal Darla's dagger strapped to his leg. He takes it and slowly slides it across her throat, seemingly very interested in how it sits against her skin, and paying no mind to Darla. Then he is cutting, sawing away at the girls hair and making easy work of it, and once he has it all severed from her neck, he places the blade back against his thigh and begins to walk to the fire.

Next to her, the women begins to cry. Moaning and mumbling something under her breath that sounds like a plea for help, her hair growing back at an ungodly speed right before Darla's eyes. Just before it covers her back, though, Darla can see a sickly palette of flesh and blood and burns.

 

[Poprockz]

It was like the girl only recognized that someone had spoken to her, but didn’t quite comprehend the words, nor have the capacity to answer. That hollow stare sent shivers down her spine, the way she looked completely cut off from the outside world. She looked so familiar, Darla could swear that she had seen that platinum blond hair before.

Her train of thought was interrupted as she jumped from the loud noise, looking over at the man now in the entrance of the room. He looked disgusting and decrepit, not unlike the catacombs themselves. She wondered how long he had been down here, and what he had been doing to her catatonic friend. She tried to move, but fear paralyzed her, all of her muscles tense as her body shook. Her fingernails quietly and desperately worked at her cloth bindings, hoping that she could get out of them before he noticed.

What was he pointing at her? Was it- Darla’s eyes widened and she gagged, recognizing it as a human bone. He was a cannibal; that’s how he had been surviving down here. She almost passed out when she realized that she was probably going to be cut up and eaten. Her body would revive somewhere afterward, but the trauma of such an event would remain. It looked like he had kept the other girl for quite a while, so if he had to choose between the two it was more likely that the new girl was on the menu.

As she witnessed the harvest, she made not a sound. Her own hair wasn’t like hers, and she wasn’t sure if he would try to use her for his harvest as well. While the other captive’s hair was like beams of bright moonlight, her own hair was like the warm rays of the sun. Flowing locks of golden thread rushing past her shoulders to contrast with her spring water eyes. That was her knife, though. She recognized its sleek beauty as he used it to cut at the hair.

She looked away, terror evident on her face as the platinum blond started reacting to him, seemingly tired of her pained existence. Darla wouldn’t have been surprised if she begged for death at that point.

There! It was loose. She quickly worked it even more loose, loose enough to slip out of. All she had to do was untie her feet, but she would have to avoid detection. Maybe he would leave again and she could help the other girl escape.

 

[Drobabes]

The man fed the hair to the fire, slowly at first, but then quickly. Something about the crackling of the flames sizzling that beautiful hair into ash made him feel something he rarely felt. That was why he had kept the blond for so long, tenderly feeding her and ensuring she didn't not die of thirst.

When he turned back to his two captives, his eyes landed on Darla and bore into her. Quickly he made his way to her and squatted down on his knees in front of her.

"Do you like pain?"

His eyes searched hers deeply, looking for some unfathomable reason within their depths.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla narrowed her eyes at him, taking in the question. Did she like pain? It was true that she liked being spanked, her nipples pinched, and hot wax, but that was about the extent of it. She wondered if he wanted her to say that she did, whether it would form some kind of weird kinship, but there was no guarantee. What had the other girl said? Had it mattered?

She decided to be honest; perhaps he would fly into a rage and kill her right there, freeing her from her bodily shackles and his own clutches.

“No. I have never liked having pain nor inflicting pain.”

Unless it was someone who deserved it... it was a whisper at the back of her head, barely surfacing into her conscious mind.

 

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He leaned forward a little, seemingly excited by her answer. Then he pointed a pony finger at the comatose girl beside them.

"She does."

He stood and took the girls head in his hands, petting her hair back and caressing her face.

"She begs for it. She tells me she deserves it and begs I hurt her. Every day I wake up beside her and she begs for more pain..."

He pushes her long locks over her shoulder and trails a hand down her back, pushing his fingers into her wounds and making her squeal. A racking cough starts deep within her chest, and Darla can hear something much heavier than just phlegm.

"I think she broke some ribs when she fell down the stairs...but I'll heal her. I'll heal her with pain, and then.."

He turns to Darla, the wet blood on his fingers, and rubs it on her face, smearing it with clumsy twitches.

".. together we will heal you..."

He takes the dagger from off his thigh and using his bloodied hand, grips her chin and forces her to stare at him. Slowly, he brings the dagger to her face...

 

[Poprockz]

What the fuck kind of psycho was he? He seemed delusional with that talk of the girl begging for pain. It was more likely that he tortured her until she went mad, letting him do his own interpretations of her muffled groans and sobs.

She flinched when his bloody fingers left a trail on her cheek, his touch cold and almost inhuman to her. It matches her lips, her fingernail, the blood that courses within her own veins.

When forced to look up at him, she glared, still afraid but defiant. Her voice shook but still contained an edge of poison. “I don’t need healing. There’s nothing you can give me that I want, except for mine and the girl’s freedom, or your head rolling on the floor. That’s my knife. I hope you miss it when it reappears with me later.”

Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and she almost regretted her words, but she meant every single one of them. She tried to jerk her head away, her body shifting a bit. When had her thighs become so slick? Shouldn’t she have been dry by the time she woke up?

 

[Drobabes]

"Your knife?... Reappear?.."

He seemed genuinely confused for a moment as he looked from her to the knife, then back. Suddenly, his eyes crinkle up as he seems to be grinning under that dirty rag.

"I'm not going to kill you. I just want..."

He let's her chin go, then swiftly cuts a small lock of her hair off. Once he has it, he brings it in front of her eyes, twirling it like a lollipop. Then he lifts the rag up from his mouth, revealing... surprisingly ok teeth. They were uneven behind chapped lips, and his breath smelled of rotting fish, but lacked huge gaps like one might expect. The details of his teeth is short lived, for in the next moment he pops the locket of hair into his mouth and drops the rag.

Chewing like it's no different then beef jerky, he hums to himself as he works it down his throat, swallowing hard but acting as if it's the most delicious meal he's ever had. Once he's done, he moans loudly and then reaches out and grabs her by the arm and roughly flips her onto her stomach. He doesn't seem to notice how much she has loosened her bonds, too distracted with yanking her pants down.

 

[Poprockz]

The smile in his eyes was extremely disconcerting, his gaze almost seeming like he was amused at something a small child had said. Before she knew it, there was a brief tug on her hair and he had a lock displayed in front of her. She would have expected for him to take more of it, having seen him burn the other woman's hair, but instead she watched in confusion and slight revulsion as he consumes her hair. It had to be pretty dry considering how hard he swallowed, so it was unfathomable to her why he treated it like an expensive truffle.

Her mind races as she is flipped over, knowing that there is no possible way she can get out of her ankle bonds in time. Even if she were to try to fight him off with her arms, he would have a distinct advantage. Nevertheless, she wiggled her wrist bindings off and scrabbled to get away. Her hands sunk into the clothes as she tried to squirm away from him, his grip on her pants yanking her back. Since she was still wearing slacks, he could only pull them down to her ankles, exposing her red thong to his greedy eyes. Her thighs glistened with wetness, her folds slick and plump.

"Get the fuck off me!" she cried in panic, trying to turn onto her back only to be pushed roughly back onto her stomach.

 

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A grating laugh left his throat as he realized that she had worked her bonds loose. He gave her ass an extremely hard slap, hard enough not just to leave a red mark, but also a good bruise.

"Naughty naughty, untying yourself. I didn't say you could do that."

He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling it from the end where it would cause the most pain, and he brings the dagger up to her face.

"I won't kill you pretty lady, but I will cut you. Pop those pretty little eyes right out and feed them to you. Now,"

He yanks her head again, bordering on doing some serious damage to her throat.

"Put your hands back here. I said put your fucking hands back here!!"

As soon as she does so, he grabs the rag and simply loops it around her wrists, keeping hold of the looser end. She feels him shuffle behind her for a moment, and suddenly they are skin to skin, his hot cock pressing between the folds of her ass.

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Put your fucking hands back here!

Ella was crying, but she did as she was told. In her world, it was her father's voice shouting those words so loudly in her ears, and she knew there was no escaping her father. She did as she was told and she lived through the pain because it was inevitable. The pain would come no matter how hard she fought, no matter how much she pleaded. It would come.

Not alone

Look

Help her

They were tickles in her ears, so quiet in their contrast to the yelling, so soft to the pain. And she did, she tried to look.

Gold hair. Him on top of her...

 

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"AAH!" she squealed in pain as she felt her punishment on her soft ass, her eyes watering as he yanked her back by her hair. It was so painful, she couldn't help from whimpering as tears started streaming down her cheeks. He was going to take her eyes, her sight, her ability to fight back. Her own knife was going to cut her, demanding her own blood as retribution for the others who had graced its smooth metal blade.

The rough jerk of her head made her breath catch as her throat almost contorted, causing her to cough and hack, breathless and terrified. It wasn't a question, and she had no other choice but to do as he commanded and put her hands back for him. There was no way she could fight him either way like this, so it was only keep him from hurting her yet.

She knew what it was as soon as it nestled in between her cheeks. It had been felt before, many men's cocks pushing their way inside her as though her beautiful body was an offering to their own desire. Was this how life was going to be from now on? Having pieces cut from her, while she is kept as a sex doll?

"Help me... Toby..." she sobbed, knowing that he wouldn't come. She was alone. The other girl was a shell, and Darla couldn't help her, let alone herself. All she could do was wait for him to take her.

 

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Toby had been jogging and walking for so long that he lost most of the energy he had gotten back from sleeping. The flashlight had died a while ago, leaving him to walk in almost pitch dark. His eyes did eventually adjust, as it seemed like there were stars overhead, but now the cold threatened to get to him. His whole body shook so hard he could barely control it.

He didn't know what was going on anymore; he could barely think past the cold. Maybe he had finally woken up and the past twenty four hours had all just been some crazy dream. Then something warm and furry rubbed up against his leg.

He knew it was a dog without having to see it, but he reached his hand down nonetheless. The warmth of it's fur made him shake violently again, and he sticks his hand down into it to try and get his fingers warmed up. Something drops on his feet, so he reaches down to grip it. His hands were so numb that it was difficult to make it out at first, but once he does, he all but laughs. It was a backpack, and he had a feeling he knew who's it was.

Sure enough, after fumbling with the zipper for a moment, he finds his jacket inside. He wastes no time putting it on, then slinging the pack over it and adjusting the straps. He feels for the dog again, this time finding a collar and gripping it right.

"Ok, go, go! Go home!"

He knew wherever the dog decides to lead him, it will be better than being left in the field, blind and cold. He feels the collar begin to tug, and he does his best to keep up.

Soon, in the distance, he can see the unmistakable light of a fire. The dog seems to see it as well, for as soon as Toby makes a sound of relief, the dog tugs hard and takes off running, leaving Toby far behind and to catch up on his own.

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A sudden surge of cold air tore through the building and kicked the fire up to a roaring blaze, and just beneath the howl of wind, the voices began again. So quiet, but still heard, almost like whispers in the girls ears.

Help her

She needs you

Let her die

She turned her body slowly, every movement a spasm of pain and anguish.

Deserves it, stupid bitch

No!

Ella...

But pain was an old friend.

Look at her shaking

Can you move?

Don't give up...fight!

He could feel the heat of her hot cunt, so much warmer than the pretty thing that begged for his touch. Without waiting or even trying to teaze himself, he tucks his dick down between her cheeks and pushes himself balls deep in the first thrust. A deep moan emits from him as he pulls back and thrusts in again, using her hair to both leverage himself and pull her sweet body onto his cock. Another thrust, and suddenly he feels a pair of small hands gliding up his back and rubbing the skin of his neck. He moans again, giving another hard thrust as he mistakes Ella's actions for her joining in. Then he hears something that sends a streak of cold fear straight through his insanity deluded brain.

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A huge sable german shepherd steps out from behind the school desks. It's head is lowered, it's hackles raised high, and drool drips from its muzzle as it bares it's teeth at the man. Then, everything happens very quickly.

Ella grips the collar of his jacket and uses her body weight to pull him backwards. At the same time, the large dog leaps and bounds over Darla's head and sinks it's teeth into the man's shoulder, having gained enough traction on the ground to send him toppling backwards and off of her.

The knife flies from his hand as he screams and clatters a few feet away. Instinctively he grabs at the dogs fur, but neither the dog nor Ella is letting go.

 

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Darla let out a whimper of despair as she felt his cock seek her heat and delve deep into a place it was not welcome, but her pussy offered no resistance due to her slick fluids. He was fairly average in size, but it was the fact that he was inside her that made her want to scream and struggle. He pumped his cock in and out in deep, deliberate thrusts, and she could only hope to god that it would be over soon. His grip on her hair was painful, and it would seem that he liked hair-pulling while he fucked his doll.

The next thing she knew, she heard growling and looked up to see the large dog in front of her. It was so unexpected, she wasn't sure quite how to react. Though the sight of its bared teeth frightened her, it seemed like its gaze was looking past her shoulder at the man who had overpowered her.

She braced herself as the dog leaped forward, preparing for it to take her. It would have been a blessing to be granted escape; even being mauled seemed preferable to her potential existence with him. A scream left her lips as she felt him yank hard on her hair before letting go, the woman face-planting into the rancid clothes. The clatter of the knife was heard and she pulled out of her loose bonds, pushing herself up and trying to find it while the other two battled with him.

Darla crawled on her hands and knees awkwardly toward the knife, soon taking a hold of it and turning to him. The decision had already been made. She used the knife to quickly cut the weak bonds of her ankles before kicking off her slacks and standing up, quickly moving to him. As he looked up, he saw her looming over him like an angel of death, the firelight making the outline of her hair look like she almost had a halo of gold. Her blue eyes looked at him, simultaneously cold and full of rage, like two pools of ice.

A spray of red, splashing onto her blouse, onto Ella, onto the dog's fur. The knife came down again and again, each time in a different place. An eye. The throat. His chest. It didn't stop. A gurgle was heard from him, and yet she still did not stop.

 

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Ella has to fight her body hard to wiggle out from under the man's weight, and when she did, she collapsed on the floor. She was spent, and breathing was so hard.

The dog on the other hand growled at a new volume as Darla let loose with her furry, and it was only when the man finally stopped trying to fight back that it let go, panting. After a few more hard stabs from the women, it came to her and leaned it's body weight against her legs, it's strength oddly surprising.

It started to whine, and then slowly built up into a pitiful series of yips.

 

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At first, Darla couldn't hear anything but the sound of the knife plunging down into his wretched body. Then slowly she started to register something warm and soft, a comforting weight pressing against her. The whines had not been heard, but the yips slowly got her attention. She brought the knife back into the air and stopped, her hands slowly lowering as she panted, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths.

It was like she lost strength, her hand letting the knife slip from her fingers to fall onto his chest and clatter down to the side of him. On her knees, she sunk back to sit on his legs, simply staring down at him. She wouldn't have been able to count how many times she had stabbed him, his body looking like a bloody mess.

 

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The dog pushes against her chest then and lays it's head on her shoulder. It stays like this for a few moments before it suddenly starts to wag it's tail, and then run out out of the room. Not more than a moment after it leaves Darla can hear heavy footsteps running on hard ground.

Toby is suddenly standing in the door, panting hard and holding the gun between both hands. His eyes look around the room wildly as he lowers the gun.

"Oh shit oh fuck"

He runs to Darla first, scooping her up in a tight embrace.

"I am so fucking sorry, I never should have let you leave my side. Are you ok!?"

He leans back and looks her over anxiously, trying to figure out if the blood is hers or not.

 

[Poprockz]

There was something about dogs that had always seemed to calm her. Maybe it was the fact that dogs had such kind eyes and a warmth that couldn't be replicated. She sighed, gently resting her own head against the dog's on her shoulder, not even concerned about the fact that she was getting blood all over him. She heard the soft thump of the dog's excited tail, then watched in disappointment as it bounded out; she would have liked to have been with that dog for a while longer.

However, when she heard the heavy footsteps, she scrabbled for the knife, her hands slipping over his chest and the knife, unable to get a grip on the handle from the slickness of the blood and the shakiness of her fingers. Looking up, she didn't believe her eyes. She felt a bit shocked as he came over and hugged her to him. He certainly smelled like Toby, and those warm brown eyes were unmistakable. Her arms went around his torso, softly holding him as she relaxed. It felt like she had no more tears to cry, so she simply sat there against his warm chest.

"I'll be alright. I'm not hurt, other than a bruise here or there." she mumbled, still dazed. Her eyes found the girl and Darla nodded her head at her. "She and the dog saved me. And then I stopped him."

 

[Drobabes]

"That dog was in here? It led me out of the field, it must have heard you-Ella!”

He dropped the gun and stood quickly, took a step, tripped on the blood, caught himself, then ran the rest of the way to her where he dropped to his knees and scooped her up into his lap.

"Ella! Ella, come on hunny look at me, please"

He was shaking and his voice was cracking as he cradled her and swept the hair from her face. Shallow and wet breaths were leaving her mouth, along with quiet moans of pain. His hands danced across her skin, her ribs and arms. He could feel the blood from her back soaking through into his jeans and it brought back nauseous memories. But she was alive. And she was here.

He peeled the backpack off and dig through it until he found the tackle box. He selected a vile of something and tried to get the piece of safety plastic off of a needle, but he was cold and his hands were already shaking so bad he just drops it.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla watched him quickly go to her, a pang of envy in her gut at the way he was consumed with her well-being. He had shown similar concern with her, but the way he looked at her gave Darla a lump in her throat. She looked away from them and instead watched the flames of the bonfire blaze away, wondering what it was like to feel the heat of a man who truly loved her. That wasn't hers, not in this life. Perhaps she would be granted it in the next if there was going to be another.

She heard the slight clink of the needle falling to the ground, and she watched it roll a foot away from him as his hands look unstable. Summoning up energy she hadn't known she still had, she stood up, bare-legged and covered in blood. Darla walked over to him and bent over, scooping up the needle with now-steady hands and pulling off the cap for him. It was gingerly handed to him before she simply walked toward the bonfire, stopping a meter and a half away.

 

[Drobabes]

He took the needle and filled it, then stuck it straight into the muscle of her upper arm. He massaged it in and then cradled her against his chest as he waited for the painkiller to kick in. He didn't dare move her until it did.

"This is my fault... Darla, please help me get her out of here. Please...she doesn't deserve to be here. Neither of you do..."