- The room was hazy with the smoke rolling from slightly parted lips. Closing his eyes for a moment, Hugo felt as though he were king of the ******** world this very moment. Moving his cigarette with his tongue he made yet another slice into supple skin, strumming cries of agony like the strings of a harp. Hot tears rolled down a gagged and frightened face. Blue eyes stared into deep wells that had been long dried of mercy and life. Hugo grinned sickly and touched her blonde hair with the tips of long fingers. She winced and his grin faded in a puff of smoke.
"Now now Victoria. Don't you think it's fun anymore? You said you liked it rough right?"
Her tears seemed endless as she closed her eyes like a child hiding from the monster under the bed. But there was no hiding from the Wolf. He grabbed her face and growled.
"Did you not you ******** whore?!"
Terrified she nodded her head, eyes begging for mercy of any kind. Hugo sighed and sad down on a chair across from her roped body. Such a tiny frame she had. So fragile in nature and body. Victoria reminded Hugo of his mother in a way. Baring down his teeth he stood and slashed the knife in a swift and violent motion, tearing into her face and unleashing a scream that would wake the dead. Blood dripped like the now pouring rain. Laughing he took the gag out and kissed her lips though the cries.
"Shh mother. It will be over soon."
Before she could do anything the blade ran though her thin neck and the only sound the she uttered were the noises of her choking on her own bodily fluids. Stepping back Hugo ran his hand through is hair, blood staining his body and hair wild.
"Oh well. She was too weak anyway. Not a very good toy if she broke the first night."
Chuckling he snapped and a woman with a collar around her neck showed herself from a different room. Her eyes were blank almost. Like life no longer existed in the shell she called her body. Hugo pointed to the body and she started cleaning right away.
now I see the times they change...leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find...where to leave my hurt behind
all this s**t I seem to take...all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can...does this make me not a man
I am hoping I can find...where to leave my hurt behind
all this s**t I seem to take...all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can...does this make me not a man
