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Prompt: He had this look in his eyes that made you wonder just how many people he’s killed and this… grin that made you realize he’s probably lost count.
Jenny kept her breaths shallow, a vain attempt to keep herself invisible as the monster approached. Heavy black boots silent on the gritty cement floor, the towering giant moved with an eerie grace, a litheness to his limbs that belied the crushing power held in those bulging muscles. As able to perform the dainty sutures to knit her flesh back together as he was able to wield the implements of violence that broke her open again and again.
He was a creature of paradoxes.
Whimper as dusty as the frigid cell he kept her in, she didn’t struggle as a thick band of meaty iron encircled her arm to haul her from the too small cage. Punishment for daring to cry, to plead and beg for mercy, when he gave her something he deemed worthy of praise.
She should have kept quiet, let him do what he wanted. He’d done it anyways, and into the barren cage she’d gone when he finished. Unable to even stretch her legs out, Angi had remained curled into a terrified ball for… Now she realized, she had no idea how long it had been this time. The sores and cuts from the ragged bits of wire that surrounded her had scabbed and torn open again so many times, they were no decent measure of time passing. The hunger was near constant, abating only when he deigned fit to do so.
While her mind wandered in its delirious haze, her body did as it was told. Kneeling at his feet, skin scoured raw by the rough floor, she set a filthy, tear stained cheek to his thigh. Hands set palm up on her thighs. Eyes down, back straight.
“There’s my pretty angel,” he whispered, that rasping croak of a voice grating along her spine and skull to make her shiver all the harder. It crackled its way into her teeth until she had to grind the shrill scream that threatened into yet more dust.
“Today’s the day, sweet angel,” he said, knuckles tipping her chin up until he forced her to meet his gaze.
The sounds that ground out from her slack lips was a garble of mashed syllables. He’d never let her see his face, and now it was there. Laid bare for her to take in with disbelief, panic following close on its heels. Sharp lines of a jaw meant to be dusted in the thick stubble that scratched her skin to ragged blush, the cant of his aquiline nose showing the break she’d known hadn’t healed right. Rough callouses on the hands that cradled her cheeks even now. All things she had felt in a myriad of ways, knew better while blinded than she did now that she could see them clear as day.
There, spattered all over him, coating bits of his flesh and clothing, rich red and deep black. The bright pink and pallid white of things unmentionable. Slick and wet, it was cooling fast and would become tacky, crumbling.
But worse was his eyes.
A glassy haze, a black fire burning deep in the muddy depths that spoke of horrors untold. Terrifying things that made Jenny wonder just how many people he had killed.
As she watched, luscious lips spread wide, a fucking dimple appearing and then its twin. A smile that rushed towards a grin that answered her silent question.
He’d lost count long ago.