Re: [CLOSED] The Masked Man w/Janos
Posted: January 10th, 2021, 2:28 am
He'd done it. He'd actually done it.
He didn't have to gag him. He didn't have to poison him. He didn't have to drug him. He didn't have to do anything. Purely through interaction alone, Edward was able to persuade his new associate into following him downstairs. This moment would forever be etched in history; whether Anna appreciated it or not. Though, by this point, he supposed her opinion didn't really matter now. He'd found a new voice - a new friend.-- Someone he could rely on indefinitely, his figure nearly shuttered at the thought. But he couldn't let his composure be dropped, it needed to be retained now more than ever. They were reaching the climax after all.
"And so it begins. Hope you don't have a weak stomach there, tiger. What's beyond here may sicken you.~"
As Anna approached the door, she looked back to ensure his attention was focused before proceeding to open the closet, revealing nothing but a run-of-the-mill pantry. . . Well, not entirely run-of-the-mill. Seconds after the door was opened, a vomit inducing odor blasted forth as a multitude of foul stenches collected over the years spilled out from their trapped space. Upon a sniff or two of the smell, one could make out blood, rotting flesh, and other body odors that may have mingled with the rest; it was clear that something (or someone) long past their due date lied behind this wall. As she pushed the broom to the side, a dim light exposed itself under the rows of ingredients used for her everyday cooking. It was at this time she pushed the wall forward to reveal a raggedy old staircase leading to some well lit chambers below; the scene beyond was haunting.
Signs of a struggle was displayed in the immediate vicinity, scratches lining the stairs and their respective railings. The further they descended, the worse the smell became as dried blood began to paint the stairs anew.-- It only gets worse from here. Bits and pieces of flesh were scattered about the final stairs as a straight line of blood continued from the stairs and beyond a poorly fastened wooden door. Stopping just before it, Anna turned to the Merchant and gave a gentle smile; an aura of maliciousness near to bursting from excitement.
"Last chance, Mr. Merchant. Once I let you in, there's no letting you out.",
her voice was calm and seductive despite the circumstances...almost as if these surroundings brought her peace, "I won't blame you for turning back", suddenly, as if possessed, her composure shattered before her as a wicked expression engulfed her visage. "Oh who am I kidding? If you've come this far, there's no sense in me asking anymore right? Let's get have fun, tiger"!
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He didn't have to gag him. He didn't have to poison him. He didn't have to drug him. He didn't have to do anything. Purely through interaction alone, Edward was able to persuade his new associate into following him downstairs. This moment would forever be etched in history; whether Anna appreciated it or not. Though, by this point, he supposed her opinion didn't really matter now. He'd found a new voice - a new friend.-- Someone he could rely on indefinitely, his figure nearly shuttered at the thought. But he couldn't let his composure be dropped, it needed to be retained now more than ever. They were reaching the climax after all.
"And so it begins. Hope you don't have a weak stomach there, tiger. What's beyond here may sicken you.~"
As Anna approached the door, she looked back to ensure his attention was focused before proceeding to open the closet, revealing nothing but a run-of-the-mill pantry. . . Well, not entirely run-of-the-mill. Seconds after the door was opened, a vomit inducing odor blasted forth as a multitude of foul stenches collected over the years spilled out from their trapped space. Upon a sniff or two of the smell, one could make out blood, rotting flesh, and other body odors that may have mingled with the rest; it was clear that something (or someone) long past their due date lied behind this wall. As she pushed the broom to the side, a dim light exposed itself under the rows of ingredients used for her everyday cooking. It was at this time she pushed the wall forward to reveal a raggedy old staircase leading to some well lit chambers below; the scene beyond was haunting.
Signs of a struggle was displayed in the immediate vicinity, scratches lining the stairs and their respective railings. The further they descended, the worse the smell became as dried blood began to paint the stairs anew.-- It only gets worse from here. Bits and pieces of flesh were scattered about the final stairs as a straight line of blood continued from the stairs and beyond a poorly fastened wooden door. Stopping just before it, Anna turned to the Merchant and gave a gentle smile; an aura of maliciousness near to bursting from excitement.
"Last chance, Mr. Merchant. Once I let you in, there's no letting you out.",
her voice was calm and seductive despite the circumstances...almost as if these surroundings brought her peace, "I won't blame you for turning back", suddenly, as if possessed, her composure shattered before her as a wicked expression engulfed her visage. "Oh who am I kidding? If you've come this far, there's no sense in me asking anymore right? Let's get have fun, tiger"!
[ WARNING. THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS GRAPHIC. TRIGGER WARNING FOR GORE. PLEASE CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. ]
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