Crimson Massacre [Mission]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 305 --- --- made by akemi Just as soon as the wounds had been inflicted, they had been healed - he obviously did not wish to rush her death, prolonging her suffering for his pleasure. Not that she minded. "Yes, oh, yes." He lifted her, cradling her in his arms, and the world started spinning again - she hooked her arms around his neck in an attempt to steady herself, but to no avail. The world refused to cease its spinning and it was beginning to make her feel sick to her stomach. Boldly, she moved to brush her lips against his for one sweet second - a brief moment of joy in which a mortal kissed a god - then whimpered and laid her head on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck. "Spinning, spinning, stop the spinning..." It felt like she rested in his arms for an eternity, taking shallow breaths, trying to quell the queasiness that all the spinning had caused. And when the time came for him to put her down again, she clung to him, not wanting to let go of him lest she fall prey to the spinning again. However, she eventually loosened her grip and allowed him to place her against the cave wall - albeit reluctantly. Her eyes remained closed - although she wished to drink in the Shinigami in all his glory, she had a feeling that opening her eyes would lead to more spinning and thus a very unpleasant and abrupt end to the fun. "Fun, fun, real fun..." She leaned into his touch, a pleased smile crossing her face, giggles erupting from her. "Shatter, shatter, Shinigami's sunflower." Eventually she peered up at him, and - thank the gods, no more of that horrendous spinning. How would she have enjoyed the fun the Shinigami promised her if all the world wanted to do was spin, spin, spin? red knives, you're my perfect lie

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Her lips brushed against his if only for a moment before she had rested her head on his shoulder. He snickered at her actions as he stroked her cheek as before he had no mention of the movement. "You're a mortal that dares to love one famed as a god. Khehe, I like you, sunflower." Then he dug his fingers into the clothing the dare hug around her mounds. Chakra seeping through the openings in his fingers and coating them generously as they aided in the action while he moved this hand downward, between the mounds, all the way to the maw left in her abdomen. The distinct sound of tearing cloth ensues and before long, slim crimson tears began to bubble along a very thin line tracing down the center of her upper body. "Aaaaah, there it is." He licked him lips briefly as he exposed her soft porcelain flesh. Moving away the garments that dared block his view, his finger nails gently brushed her beautiful mounds, carving a very thin very slim line across the curve of the very top of them as he did so, exposing more and more of that wonderfully porcelain flesh. Then with a sudden jerk as he grasped the clothe, he tore away the remnants and licked his lips once more. As he did so, more of those crimson tears bubbled to the surface along the thin lines making a sort of cross along the upper area of her upper body. That was oh so lovely to see, and he simply could not restrain himself. He leaned forward and allowed himself a moment to drag his tongue upwards along the thin crimson line tasting her. Ah the rich iron flavor. It was ever so perfect in taste, from an ever so perfect vessel. Pulling away from her for a moment, he licked his lips slightly before snickering to himself. "Ahhh so pleasant. So... perfect," He leaned in close to her, pressing his right side against the wall next to her as his right arm hooked around her waist from behind almost as if to pull her in for a hug. The fingers of his left hand danced across the thin line as he did this before stopping and hovering above the intersection of the cross above her chest. "You're the perfect addition," he whispered almost seductively into her ear as he leaned close. Then a sudden movement a moment later resulted in his middle finger piercing her chest and halting right when the nail hit a piece of bone just below the oh so tender flesh. Yanking his finger back out with a sudden jerk, crimson tears would fly with it and splatter across the rocky ceiling. He snickered quietly to himself as he once more brushed his fingers across her soft skin while raising them upward towards her soft cheeks and wonderfully crimson eyes. "Do not fret, my beautiful sunflower," he spoke with that lovely seductive yet possessive tone again as his index finger hovered over her left eye and the chakra fizzled away. "You will not miss a single beat, sight is only a burden to what I am about to bestow upon you." Then he hooked his finger inward, drawing the nail carefully under the eye lid and gently pushing it upward. Slowly and carefully he would push his finger further and further into her eye socket. Carefully he would carve his finger around the delicate crimson orb, and soon, after what felt like painful eons of waiting, he would feel the first of many pops. The tendons holding the eye in place began to sever. Pop. Pop. Pop. Tendon after tendon severed in the wake of his finger pushing further and further into her socket. Pop. The last tendon was soon severed and nothing held her wonderfully crimson orb back any longer as it rolled smoothly into the palm of his hand as he pulled his finger out of her. Turning his hand around his held the orb carefully, preciously, in the palm of his hand as he observed it, and as he showed his prize to his prey. "Khehe, so beautiful. So precious." He tucked the orb away soon into a safe place as he once more drew his tongue across her cheek. "Isn't this fun?" He snickered again as his raised his bloodied index finger upward before, flick, splattering the blood on it all over the wall just above her head. Then, drawing it nearer and nearer ever so painfully slow, it would approach her right orb this time. Gently the finger nail would lift up her other eye lid then slowly and carefully he would once more insert his finger into her. Slowly and carefully he carved his index finger around her other orb, and then, Pop. A series of pops rang through his body as the tendons connecting her orb to her brain severed. Then, one last pop and this precious orb, too, rolled into the palm of his hand. It wasn't long before he secured it as well. "Are you having fun little sunflower?" He moved around her now, placing himself on top of her as he straddled her legs. He sinckered to himself as he moved his hands slowly and gently down her bleeding form before suddenly thrusting them into the gaping maw in her abdomen with chakra seething at the tips. A wide, dangerous, grin spread across his face as he felt the crimson liquid ooze over her hands and slowly trickle down his arms. Her jerked his hands further into her pushing her up harder against the rocky wall as he grasped onto her. Then with an outwards jerk back through her abdomen, he pulled out with him a sizable piece of her. Her innards to be exact. Raising his hands upwards and soon over her head, he began to slowly and carefully wrap the oozing flesh around her neck. Around and around he wrapped it until it was taut with the section still connected inside her abdomen. Then he rose up to his feet. DEATH ATTACK

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He placed a foot on her right shoulder so as to hold her down in place as he wrapped her trailing innards around his left hand and grasped onto it tightly. Then he pulled back, hard. He pulled and pulled on her, as he watched the fleshy rope tighten and tighten around her throat. He would continue this for a long time, pulling harder and harder until at long last he would see her writhe no more.[/div]

Words: 1093
Total Word Count: 5230 / 4500

TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 350 --- --- made by akemi "Hehe, I like you too, Shinigami-kun~" she murmured, grinning. The cuts he made in order to pull her dirty, bloody clothing off her body were rather exciting - she did now doubt that his intentions were perverse, a sad thing indeed, but surely the fun the Shinigami had planned would make up for that. The woman shivered as the ivory-haired god's tongue trailed up the cut he had made, very nearly letting a moan escape from her throat - perhaps his intentions were not perverse, but her mind most assuredly was. She couldn't help but gasp and flinch as his finger found its way into her eye socket, carefully removing the scarlet orb from the tendons that clung to it. The pain was intense enough that tears gathered in the corners of her other eye and spilled down her cheek as she whimpered and cried. It was - strange - to say the least, to only be able to watch the Shinigami with one eye. "Ooh." She'd never bothered to play with her victims' eyes, finding them next to useless in her games with all the other parts there were to a human body. Perhaps this had been an oversight. Ah, well, it was too late to change that now, wasn't it? Her cries continued, increasing in volume as he repeated the procedure with her remaining eye. Everything went black, and she could no longer see her Shinigami. 'Twas truly quite the pity. But - was she having fun? "Yes, S-Shinigami, yes~" She screamed again as he plunged his hands into her abdomen - from the pain, of course, and the shock, as she hadn't been able to see the action coming. This lack of sight was... dreadful, but her Shinigami had wished to take sight from her, and who was she to question a god? What was he doing? The answer came soon, when she felt him begin to wrap her innards around her neck. What a creative thing to do, that was. At any rate, it was a fitting end to her tale, wasn't it? red knives, you're my perfect lie

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR "Ahh how beautiful you were." He released her allowing her bits and pieces to fall to the rocky floor. Holding his bloodied hand up a sick smile twisted across his features once more. The Sunflower Queen was no more. He felt ecstatic having ended her life. What better thing was there to do now other than be beside himself with his own insane laughter. It would echo throughout the cave network, his laugh, and stir the creatures deeper within causing many desert bats to flee from their home through the many cave entrances, all avoiding his. He could hear them and, at the expense of their fear, only laughed harder. He returned to the hidden sand village several hours later after cleaning up his mess, both the one he made of her, and the one he made of himself. It didn't take long for him to report the mission's success to the village leaders, reporting that the perpetrator returned to the scene of the crime and attacked him, and that he promptly ended her life. He also reported that in her dying moments she set her body ablaze. Although the last bit was a lie, but they would never discover that, now would they? He returned to his shop shortly thereafter and soon found himself in a dark corner in one of the back rooms, once again, beside himself with laughter. Oh how fun this day had been. Words: 5438 / 4500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN