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Date: Aug 18, 2009

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[Warning: Explicit material ahead. If you are disturbed by violence, rape and seriouisly fucked up things don't read this. Save yourself the creeps :)] When you looked back at the time Nori had spent trying to gain control of the two beasts that raged inside of her sickly thin body, it was probably the safest months the humans would have. However, that time had come to an end. When you are surrounded by suck darkness in the likes of Shane, Dexter and Harley it was bound to rub off on the newest nest member. Although Nori was broken long before she had been a were. Broken, leaking and quite unstable. The notable crack in her mind had broken even farther leaving her a duel personality that now whispered in her ear as she moved around the table set up in front of her. A black gloved hand traced the curve of the male's foot in the gentlest of caresses. Black pools travelled up the length of the nude male to his face as silent tracks of tears dripped out of the courner of his eyes. This caused a small smile to curl the edges of her lips upward. She hadn't even done anything to him yet and he was already crying. Barefeet moved her around the metal table to his side as she gazed down at him. He was a foreigner, from canada it seemed. He just happened to wander down the wrong dark street in Rome and ended up with a bloody thump to the back of his head. Waking in the dim lit room of the basement of the nest strapped down to a table. A black gloved hand trailed over his spread lips, the thick rubber ball that seemed to take up too much room in his mouth. Wide green eyes looked at her as she stroked those cracked lips. "I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry." She spoke in that purring tone as she smiled down at him. It was a complete lie but the words tummbled out of her lips without care. Those black doll eyes turned from him to the darkness around them as the only light was directly above that nude prone body on the table. "You know, I very rarely have guests or very rarely want guests. I guess you could say I'm a bit antisocial." Bare feet moved over the stone floor as she disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the room. Stop this Nori, stop please your frightening him. You don't have to do this. Black eyes narrowed as her gloved hand shot out and lifted a scalpal, the hiss on her lips as that intruding voice spoke into her ear. "No one asked you. Fuck off. You can't control me Miki." The males green eyes rolled wide with fear as Nori spoke to someone that wasn't there. Nori appeared at his side and the snarl was still on her lips as she leaned in close to his face and gripped his chin with that vice hard grip and lowered blade to his face. Blood welled up beneath that sharp blade it began the trek around the outside of the male's face. The muffled screams where music to her twisted ears. Below, within the depths of Nori that heat started at the sight of that beautiful red stickness. The smell alone was ... well there was no words for it. Licking at her lips she continued till the bloody line touched where she had started cutting. Setting the knife between her teeth she hoisted herself up on to the nude body setting her skinny frame over the man's chest as those black gloved fingers worked at the flap of skin that was the man's face was carefully manuevered this way and that. With a single minded attention she brought the knife from her lips and leaned down to work the sharp blade against the underside of the flap of skin that was his face. It was a slow process, but once done the man's face could be lifted completely away from his actual body and set aside. It would make a great mask for Crawley. Heat burned in Nori as her limbs trembled from the amount of blood that had soaked dripped off the now meat, bone and cartilage of the man's face. Between her thighs, a deep heat began, a heat she knew very well. Excited in every way she climbed off the dead man, who hadn't died yet. No but it was close. She didn't have much time. Clothing came off as did the gloves, left to the side of the table on the small rolling tray. The scalpal was the preferred method for doctors for cutting but for crazy fucks like Nori something bigger and much better was needed. Pert tiny nipples hardened considerably as the heat between her legs grew, turning into diamonds in the cool air. Slinking across the floor she crawled over his prone body setting her burning cunt over his wilted dick. Hips began to rub and grind down against him, even as he struggled to not die beneath her. But that was silly because she wanted him to die. The knife gripped in her hand was lifted and drawn over her own hard nipples before it was brought to her lips, licking the edge of the blade with lust as her bony hips rocked harder and hard against his body. It was said the body could give one last erection during the throws of death and this was what she was looking for. She wanted that twitch, and like any male even in the throws of choking on his own blood that burned a path down his throat from his ruined nose and lips. The knife flashed and landed with a thud in the mans chest hilt deep. His flacid cock twitched to life and that was all that Nori needed. She reached between them eagerly and brought the hardness of him into her needy cunt moaning in pleasure as she rode against him, hand still gripping the hilt of the blade in his chest. It was quick as these things go. Before his last breath rattled out of his chest her explosion of heat and fire had come and she lay panting on him. Holding on to him like a lover after the throws of passion. It was only after her legs stopped twitching that she gave a sharp tug on the knife and cut through the sternum of the man's chest. Having to be careful she was quick to remove the knife and crawl up his chest, a tiny hand slinking into the heat of the man's open chest cavity and grip his throbbing heart. It pulsed four times in her hand and then stopped. Her head settled on his chest, aware that the blood had matted her black hair but she didn't seem aware. She was too busy in the post-coital bliss to give a wild fuck. __________________

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