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[Urik]

There was that fire that he enjoyed seeing in her again. She was struggling and any thoughts he had previously about just killing her there and then were lost. The hand that pushed against his face was a minor annoyance and quickly he moved to clasp the hand between his teeth. If she hadn't noticed his fangs before she would definitely notice them now. Completely ignoring the hand that dug into his flesh, but did not break passed the skin, he just continued to carry her. "I could always toss you on the tracks with her. I'm sure a little more blood on the tracks wouldn't matter much."

She could struggle all she wanted and it would matter little to him. He could probably carry a raging cheetah with just as little effort. Carrying her up the stairwell out of the confines of the subway, Urik muttered a swear under to himself. It would be daybreak soon enough and it was unlike him to truly lose track of time as he had then. Although nothing about this night, after he left the party, had been normal for him. Well, as normal as things could get for a psychopathic serial killing vampire.

The oddest thing about the night would honestly have to be that she was still alive. This small woman in his arms of whos name he had still not acquired knowledge of. Just as alarming was that he was going to keep her. I never considered myself to be the pet type, but I suppose it's fine. She isn't a Chihuahua, which is splendid. Her shuddered at the thought; wretched things.

His car was not parked too far away and he simply strolled along as though a man carrying a teenage girl around was a normal, everyday, occurrence. Hazel eyes glanced to and fro as he searched for the sleek black mustang. It did not take long for him to find it. Standing out like a sore thumb amongst the array of foreign plastic automobiles. Just because he wasn't American did not mean he could not indulge in their cars, as lovely as they were. His biggest turn on for the car was probably the trunk space.

Opening the passenger side door, he would place her in the seat, somewhat roughly. "Stay put. You know I can catch you and if you try to run you will be enjoying the ride from the trunk of the car instead. Now put your seat belt on."

Closing the door behind her, the soft taps of his professionally tailored shoes made their way to the drivers side. Popping the door open, he'd ease himself in effortlessly. That was another thing he enjoyed about these cars; the head space. "Let's go home, shall we." With that said he turned on the engine, the distinctive roaring bringing a smile to his lips.

[`sayuri]

All the way to the car, she clutched her injured hand. It was bleeding quite heavily; it felt as if she'd been bitten by a dog. She sobbed softly, now limp in his arms as he carried her, her one hand clasping the injured one. He spoke to her as he put her into the Mustang, but she was barely listening.

What else could she do but obey his words? It seemed true; that he would catch her - he had a strange strength that she couldn't fathom or explain. She pulled the seatbelt around her form, but did not click it in. Her knees were bought up to her chest, the heels of her feet resting on the edge of the seat, and one arm was wrapped around them, her injured hand resting against her leg. The blood dripped down onto those delicious white socks slowly. Yes, she was in a skirt, but he was beside her, not infront of her so it didnt matter. Her other hand rested idly on the door handle. If she needed to bail, she would, willingly. Her chin was lowered as he got into the car, coming to rest on her knee-caps.

"Let's go home, shall we.

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She frowned at the words, turning her head so that her cheek was now resting on her knees, and her eyes were cast out the door. She hadn't even had time to pick her bag up; her phone and her purse were in it; now probably long-gone. It was New York afterall. Her friends would assume she was home, her aunt and uncle thought she was in bed. No one would know until Monday morning when she didn't turn up at school. She swallowed.

"No, you're taking me home and then I dont care what the fuck you do.. You're not touching me again, you.. you, pervert!"

The purr of the car started and she felt herself beginning to cry again. Tears slid over the bridge of her nose and onto her knee. A soft sob left her lips, and she did not try to conceal it. She sobbed heavily, her entire dainty form rocking with each one that flew past her lips.

Who am I kidding? This sicko isn't going to let me go..


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[Urik]

Pulling out of the parking space, a relaxed sigh would escape his lips. Sure the night hadn't gone as planned and he was still hungry, but things could be worse. Plus he always kept a few fresh humans at home for that exact purpose. Sometimes you want to just stay in, so having a couple snacks locked away was quite convenient.

There was almost an eerie silence beyond the roar of the car's engine. The streets were almost empty and even at this time that was rare for New York. Urik never really stayed in one place, usually accommodating hotels with easy access to food sources. He did have a place in New York though. After all there were probably people in this city sicker than he was. If that was even possible. If it was he would sure as hell like to meet them, so he could torture them to death;sickos.

"No, you're taking me home and then I don't care what the fuck you do.. You're not touching me again, you.. you, pervert!"

"Oh, am I?" That's funny. I could have sworn that I just said that we were going home. You really should listen more carefully.." He had known what she meant to begin with but he thoroughly enjoyed teasing the poor girl.

Stepping out of the drivers side, Urik appeared at the passengers side in nothing more than a blink of an eye. There was the slight click of the door opening and he offered her his hand to help her out. "Let's go..." His tone seemed light hearted but at the same time left no room for arguing. Whether she took his hand or not he would move to the side of the garage, a soft beeping echoing in the room before a loud click followed. The room had locked itself.

Slipping off his shoes, the male vampire moved into the next room, which just happened to the be the kitchen. Not that he really needed one. It was more so just to keep up with appearances than anything else. the whole place was extravagant, yet stunningly dark. When first stepping inside he had not bothered to turn the light on. It was only when he remembered his company that he spoke "Lights.." Within a few seconds the lights had flickered on and he stretched his tired arms in the air.

Just as his shoes had come off, his jacket followed suit, being set neatly on the nearest coat rack. He was not in the slightest bit fond of messes or uncleanliness so he made sure that everything remained it it's place. The entire building remained spotless, despite no apparent housekeeping around. "Take your shoes off before you come in.." His tone was stern and meant to let her know that if she did not abide by what he said there would be consequences.

"There's food if you want to eat. You may have any room on the second and third floor. The basement is off limits without me accompanying you. not that you'd really want me to." In perfect timing there was a shrill cry echoing from one of the vents and he smiled deviously. He spoke loud enough so even if she refused to leave the garage she could hear him perfectly fine.

"My breakfast is calling me..so you do whatever you like." He went to walk away but paused only a moment to make one last comment "There are no windows on the first floor. All the rest are barred. I don't have a phone because I have no use for one. And I'm pretty sure everything is securely locked. Have fun." Slipping his hands into his pockets he headed towards a nearby door. The whole place was eerie and despite the dim lighting everything was menacingly dark.

[`sayuri]

Her eyes had looked at the city as it went past, but she had not seen anythingg. Her eyes had been glassed over as she thought. TJ had offered to take her home, but she'd said no; she knew what would have happened if she'd've accepted. He'd've come home with her and expected thanks with heavy breathing and the crashing of her petite hips against his. Thinking on it, would it really have been so bad? Sex with a pretty cute guy as opposed to.. this?

She had not accepted his hand as he offered it, instead she had helped herself from the car. The click reached her ears and she knew she was sealed in. With him. Her stomach lurched as she clutched her bitten hand to her chest, the now-slow stem of ruby blood tainting her white shirt with crimson. Rooted to the spot she had not said a word, nor moved a muscle as he spoke and settled himself at home.

"Take your shoes off before you come in...

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An order, not a request.

"There's food if you want to eat. You may have any room on the second and third floor. The basement is off limits without me accompanying you. not that you'd really want me to.[/color]"

The scream reached her ears and she flinched.. It was a woman by the sound of it, and not much older than her she guessed. He started to walk, saying something about breakfast, and her eyes widened. She was trapped with Hannibal Lecter? She swallowed, taking a step back as he continued to talk.

"No windows... Barred.. Phone.. Securely locked..[/color]"

She only heard snippets of it, her own sobs marring the rest. Her head dropped forwards and her injured hand came to cup her mouth automatically. Drops of blood dripped down her chins as he walked away. What kind of maniac had she encountered? A cannibal? What was he going to use her for? To kill her? Rape her? Rape her then kill her? Her mind reeled and she felt dizzy. She leant herself back against the Mustang as she tried to keep upright.

I need to get out of here..

As soon as she'd regained her balance, she ran to the garage door, pelting her tiny fists against it, kicking her tiny feet against it, screaming as loud as she could.

"Let me out! Someone! Help! Someone must be fucking able to hear me!"

For a moment she screeched and crashed against the door, but within minutes she had exhausted herself.. She moved into the next room, the kitchen and looked around. It was spotless. The appliances had seemingly never been used. If he ate humans, he ate them raw.. She scolded herself. Why was she even thinking like that? Letting out a loud cry, she swung her arms across the units, sending everything on them flying; emptying the countertop onto the floor. She moved around the whole kitchen, taking her rage out on the inanimate objects. Finally she stopped, standing in the middle of the mess she had created. And what a mess she was herself. Her hair was ruffled; her makeup was streaked down her cheeks; there was trails of blood on her left sock; a patch of blood on her shirt; her skirt and waistcoat rumpled. Oh, and her black Converse were still on her feet. In her rage she'd forgotten what he'd said. She began to sob heavily, dragging her right toe down the back of her left shoe, then kicking it off, and doing the same. The shoes landed on the mess.

Crossing to the sink, she began to run the cold tap, placing her injured hand underneath it until the dried blood was cleaned from her skin and there was no fresh blood escaping the wounds. Turning around she looked for something to wrap her hand in and found nothing. She considered ripping some material off the jacket he had previously worn, but thought better. She had done more than enough to piss him off already, while he had been getting.. 'breakfast'.

Walking back into the garage, she didn't even bother putting her shoes back on. Resting her back against the garage door, she slid to the floor, her knees tucked into her chest. Her face was buried between her kneecaps and her breasts and she sobbed heavily, noisily. If he looked out of the kitchen door into the garage, he would easily see her underwear from the way she was curled up, but she didnt care. What else could she do but cry now? She wanted to go home..

"I'm sixteen and I'm going to die.."

She said quietly to herself, and saying it aloud so made it seem more real. She began crying harder then ever, each sob virtually a scream as she rocked herself back and forth, trying to offer herself some slight comfort. Needless to say it didnt work..

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[Urik]

The screams that had previously filled the basement and traveled through the ventilation system fell silent. For a moment only the glutterul noises of the woman choking on her own blood would be heard. Although to anyone without the outstanding vampiric hearing would only take it as possibly clogged pipes.

Urik scoffed and tossed the woman to the side, a soft thud resonating in the room as her dieing body smacked against linoleum walls. He had expected her to be much more filling than what she was, but apparently he had been mistaken. He hadn't sensed it on her but before he grabbed that one she had been recovering from a drug addiction and the tainted chemicals were still circulating through her blood. What a waste. That had to be what put him off the most about these humans. Some of them have everything and yet they waste it away on drugs and destroy their bodies, making them fake with plastics and implants. They all deserved to rot..preferably within his basement.

As distasteful as the meal was it would have to do. The others weren't quite 'ripe' as of yet and he decided to leave them be. The blood always tasted better when a person was under high fear induced stress; it flowed better. With the heart pumping as fast as it can, streaming endorphins through the blood stream; it was addictive.

Once the sounds of crashing appliances reached Urik's ears he released a mild groan and made his way back towards the kitchen. The sobs and whines of the people left behind fell mute on his ears. After all, their sobs and whimpers were nothing compared to Sayuri's. Mmm. A sleek tongue glides across lips, now a shade of darker pink than they had been before, in attempts to remove any remainder of blood that lingered.

none of the blood had reached his clothing, but that did not deter him from checking each and every inch of the fabric for possible stains. Blood was just so irritating to get out of clothing. Finding no evidence of any wasted droplets, the vampire was visibly please, a faint smile gracing his lips. That was until he stepped food into his not so clean kitchen. Raising a brow, he released a mild growl. Whenever he found himself becoming angry over such trivial things Uriks habitual breathing began. It was kind of funny, now that he thought about it, how unobservant humans were. It was a wonder to him that she hadn't noticed the lack of movement at his chest when she was leaning against him before. A doomed species in the making.

Stepping foot into the doorway between the kitchen and the garage, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned again the door frame. "Care to explain?" The only things the halted him from just grabbing her by her hair and forcing her to clean her mess were the sobs that escaped those soft little lips of hers. Emerald eyes drifted shut a bit as he took in the sweet sounds of her sobs, a light purr almost escaping him. "You should really stop doing that.." It was more than likely that she would think he meant something completely different than her sobbing.

"Nobody can hear you. You are not going to die, yet." Listing each option she spoke of on his fingers, he grimaced "I am not going to rape you." Scoffing lightly, he ran his fingers through his hair. Like he would even bother with raping this girl when he could have just about any woman he wanted. All he wanted from this girl was to be at his beck and call and quite possibly to provide some more of those oh so delicious whimpers of hers.

"Now get up. You have a mess to clean up. Better yet..." He strode over to her, taking slow deliberate steps. Reaching out, he would grip onto her hair "Shall we?" Keeping his grasp on her he turned returning to his stroll but now heading back towards the kitchen. He honestly could care less whether or not he bruised her now. She had made a mess of his kitchen and she was going to clean it up now. Or clean it up later when her blood was splattered on the floor instead."Keep up deary..I wouldn't want that hair of yours to be pulled out. Although I could make use of it..hmm" Licking his lips, he grabbed hold of the broom that was leaning against a nearby wall and dropped it in front of her. "Ten minutes...do it"

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[`sayuri]

Although it seemed impossible, her sobs increased in pitch as he appeared in the doorway, her head shooting up to look at him as she heard him as for an explanation. It seemed that then, and only then, she realised she would have to take responsibility for her actions. It had never really occured to her as she had 'trashed' the kitchen in a blind rage.

"Nobody can hear you. You are not going to die, yet. I am not going to rape you.

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His words offered little comfort as he approached her and she sunk back into the garage door, trying to hide, to no avail. He was there, infront of her, and then her long chocolate tendrils were grasped in his hand and he was tugging her. She cried out, her hands flying up to try and prise is from their place, crawling on her knees in an attempt to keep up. The broom was placed infront of her, his words flying over her head as she curled into a ball. Her scalp was throbbing.

"Ten minutes.. Do it."

She swallowed and the sobbing began but this time it was different; desperate whimpers that bordered on becoming defiant words as she kicked the broom away from her, and tried to crawl away. Her knees were already sore from where she had half-crawled, half-been dragged into the kitchen, but adrenaline pumped through her body. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.

"Leave me alone.."

She shouted at him as she weakly crawled away. She was exhausted; all her energy had been used up from demolishing his pristine kitchen. Her muscles barely obeyed her command to move; her adrenaline refused to fuel her, though she knew it was fruitless anyway. She was stronger than he perhaps thought, her defiance ran deep.. And she had never once cleaned a mess up in her life. What was she worst he could do? Kill her? He had only said 'yet', indicating his goal was indeed for her to die, and so if she could speed up the inevitable, it wasnt a bad thing. He was a freak, a sick psychopath, a cannibal, and she wanted out.

Please just leave me alone...



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[Urik]

This one was definitely different; going from sobbing to kicking and screaming. She reminded him of a toddler on acid and it was not exactly the norm of people who just discovered they were basically trapped within the demented hands of an obsessive compulsive psychopath. Honestly though, she wasn't exactly helping herself with that attitude of hers. This one would most certainly need some work.

Discontent eyes watched her crawl away with the remainders of energy left in her fragile little form. What a brave little train she was. Oh yes! That's what she reminded him of. 'The little Engine that could.' He remembered watching that movie with a five year old in his lap while they sat next to the small child's dead parents.

Urik had told the child. No they aren't sleeping, mon petite l'enfant. I killed them.He even leaned down to show the girl his fangs. These are what did the job but hey you get to go to an orphanage! Won't that be fun!? And if you ever feel cross about it just cut yourself when nobody is around. It'll make all of the pain go away. Ohh memories.

"Leave me alone."

"Leave you alone?" Shaking his head slowly he crossed his arm over his chest. "If I left you alone you would be by your lonesome in a dark, unfamiliar, home with who knows what. Now are your sure that's the greatest idea?"

Redirecting his attention to his suddenly quadruped companion he whistled softly. "Did you forget the locked doors and barred windows part? Or do you just like to be on your knees?" He took a few steps forward to walk beside her and clicked his tongue against his gums as he glanced backwards. "You do realize that the broom is in the opposite direction and you only have about.." Checking his watch for a second. "...six more minutes before I do something. Well I'm not particularly positive what that something is as of yet, but with my lovely habits I'm pretty content in the thought that it wont be as enjoyable for you as it's going to be for me."

Jerking his head up as though suddenly remembering something extremely important Urik smiled. Returning his gaze back to Sayuri, he muttered softly. "How about you get up now." Using his power to manipulate her body. With as tired as she currently was it more than likely wouldn't be too hard. "Now how about you pick up that broom and clean up this mess, frumoasa mea."

It was rare that he ever needed to use this manipulation technique; preferring to usually use his hands. Strangulation and what not. This girl presented an odd game for him so it was not enough to simply torture her. He had to make her do what he wanted against her will. That would probably do a bigger number on her mind more than anything else.

Leaning down to pick up the broom, he held it out to her "Get to it. And afterward we'll have some fun." What that meant, who knew.

[`sayuri]

"Did you forget the locked doors and barred windows part? Or do you just like to be on your knees?

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If it weren't for the fear which coursed through her body, making her tremble, she would have shouted a retort at him. She was a lot of things, but she was rarely on her knees, and definately not for the reason he seemed to be implying.

"You do realize that the broom is in the opposite direction and you only have about... six more minutes before I do something. Well I'm not particularly positive what that something is as of yet, but with my lovely habits I'm pretty content in the thought that it wont be as enjoyable for you as it's going to be for me.[/color]"

She stopped, letting her butt drop to the floor where she sat, limps clamped tightly together to fight the sobs. When would she stop crying? She wanted to, didn't think she had any more tears left. She hadn't cried this much since she'd found out of her parent's deaths two years before. Her parents.. Images of them flooded her mind. If they were still here, none of this would have happened. She heard him talking again but the words didnt filter through her ears, and then..

What the --

It was as thought unseen hands were lifting her up.. No, no it wasn't. Her own body was making her stand. She tried to fight it, having a mental struggle within her confused mind. She found herself climbing to her feet, as though she no longer had control over her own body and she looked to him, eyes wide as another whimper-cum-moan she had made down in the subway left her lips. She was greeted with him holding the broom out to her, and something, just something, told her that somehow he had manipulated her into standing when all she had wanted to do was lie there and die.

"Get to it. And afterward we'll have some fun.[/color]"

She couldn't help it. 'Fun'? As if; she didn't trust him at all. Why would she? Her body might've been under his seeming control, but her mind was all her own and the words left her lips as soon as they had entered her mind, carried on a venemous note.

"Fuck you!"

She remembered what she had said to him in the subway. 'I'll do anything' were the words that had left her lips and here he was taking full advantage. Hands reached out and fingers clasped around the broom and she swallowed. Her voice came again, but the whimper-cum-moan she had made before that preceeded it showed she was not as brave as she was putting on.

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with, asshole? Clean it yourself!"

She wanted to throw the broom, throw it right in his face, but she was unable to. Her eyes were cast around at the mess she had created. Six minutes to clean it up in? There was no chance of her doing it anyway, let alone in such a short time.. Unless he played her like a.. a puppet.. like he was. She felt stupid thinking it was him, but there was no other explaination for the argument she was having with herself. Her mind was sending messages to the muscles she wanted to use, but they weren't responding. She let out an almost growl-like sound in anguish, her eyes fixing his in a cold glare. Pity her eyes betrayed her and showed the fear within..


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[Urik]

What was the word for this behavior?
Oh yes, annoying.



Each moment that passed she became less likely to survive the day. Yet, he could not find the urge to kill her just yet within that catacomb of torture his mind kept vaulted. She was definitely an outspoken girl, this one. He found that with each scream and sob that he just wanted to pull her into his arms. Of course not in the caring way. He could only hope that it would make her scream more. To feel the shivers and shudders of her frightened form as it desperately attempted to release itself from his overpowering grasp. That would be ideal.

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with, asshole? Clean it yourself!"

The only reasonable explanation for his murderous mindset being kept on hold was the reminder of the mess on the floor and her swearing. Goodness he disliked that foul mouth of hers with a passion. A thought came to mind and he grinned wide. Now he knew exactly how he would correct that little problem. But first a mild teasing. "Do you kiss your mother with that dirty, alcohol tainted mouth of yours?" The only thing this would do is help him extract possible information about the girl. Of course he could have simply taken a quick sprint back to the subway and snatch up her things. Ravaging through them and invading her privacy as he searched for answers about this pretty little sixteen year olds life. It was unfortunate that the sun had already begun to rise though and he honestly could not find it within him to bother.

"Perhaps we should send your friends and family a latter. Yes, a letter." A hand cupped his chin as though in thought as he paced to and fro within a five foot perimeter. Back and forth, back and forth. "A suicide letter." Chuckling to himself, he locked his fingers together and placed his palms on the back of his head "I'm sure I could find another body with your features and mold her to look exactly like you. nobody would know the difference. And nobody would ever know that little miss sour puss was locked away with the big bad wolf."

First there was this array of broken glass and strewn about pieces that needed attending too. making his way to the counter, he completely ignored her , too lost in his own thoughts to care. Propping himself up effortlessly to sit himself atop the counter top, his legs would cross.

"Five minutes now."

Once someone was under the influence of his power it was much easier for him to control them from then on. Clasping his hand in mock of having an invisible broom between his thin fingers, he began a sweeping motion. Ears twitched slightly as the sound of straw and glass connected to glide across the floor, slowly forming a pile. Each move he made her own body would have to make in turn. It was not a necessity for him to make the movements as well. He could simply think it and she would have no choice but he wanted her to know that it was all his doing. That the lack of control she had over her own limbs was all his doing. She could think what she wanted, of course, but her body completely belonged to him.

As he performed each sweeping movement the corner of his lips curled upward into a devious smirk. All the while those alluringly hazel eyes kept hold of the delicate femme, catching every emotion that breached through her without her consent. He could see the fear as well as the feeble attempt to hide it with anger. False anger..well not exactly. It was obvious that she was none to happy about her current predicament. Who would be? Oh yes..he was.

Urik was completely thrilled that he had this new toy. So much better than the ones that only cried and begged for mercy. In his eyes God delivered too much mercy so why should his servant show any? Humans took such advantage of their lives. Forgiven so easily with just an apology and a repentance. Yet he, who did not ask for this fate, was damned forever. How cruel...how delightfully cruel...

[`sayuri]

She had a temper. Lord knows the girl had a temper. Anger issues; such a blessing and curse. Sharp tongued, she was dangerous to emotions when she was angry.. And certain things angered her quicker than others.

"Do you kiss your mother with that dirty, alcohol tainted mouth of yours?"

That vile statement was one of them. For a moment her eyes were closed as she remembered the day. How long ago had it been when she had been fetched out of school early by the headteacher. He had smiled sadly and walked her through the corridors to the reception where her aunt and uncle were waiting, ashen faced and solemn. She knew right away that it was something bad.. When her aunt quietly told her that both her parents had been killed in a car accident she broke down, threw herself to the floor, kicking and screaming, refusing the believe it was anything more than a sick trick. But it was true. And here he was, talking about her mother. He didn't know her, he never had. He had no right to say a word about her. She seethed, gritting her teeth as he spoke again. Her breathing was heavy as she fought to control herself.

"Perhaps we should send your friends and family a latter. Yes, a letter. A suicide letter. I'm sure I could find another body with your features and mold her to look exactly like you. nobody would know the difference. And nobody would ever know that little miss sour puss was locked away with the big bad wolf."

Her eyes were opened slowly as he spoke now, but they did not widen in response to what he said. She half-heard it. No, she heard it, but it didn't sink in. She was angry, but not only that; the very mention of her mother bought back the raw emotions that she managed to cover-up and hide in everyday life. She only took notice of him as he started moving his arms, and she found her own body doing the same against her will.. She realised then that he was somehow controlling her. It frightened her. How could he be doing it? How could he control her muscles, overpowering her own mind and stealing from her the ability to move her own body the way she wanted. Her eyes watched as she began to clean up the mess she'd created.

"I don't know how the fuck you get off on this, but you're one sick cunt, you know that?"

Her voice was quiet but there was a venom behind it that was most unbefitting with her soft, delicate features. It seemed almost unreal that one so innocent looking could possess such anger, and have such a foul mouth to boot. In reality, he was lucky he could control her actions. If she had had complete free will, she would have flown at him, attacking him like a wild animal, all fingernails and teeth and angered screams. She was seething. How dare he bring her mother into this.. She would never say anything though. She had long learnt that telling people personal information gave them the chance to use it to manipulate you.. No, she was weak compared to him but she wasn't going to weaken herself further.

She stopped fighting the control he had over her, and allowed herself to be manipulated into sweeping up the mess she had made. No mind; the way she was feeling, she would trash everything in the house, smash it and stamp on it until it was nothing but a broken mess. She was beyond livid. She wanted to tear him apart, but at the same time she wanted to run and hide and pretend she was somewhere else. What was that thing her psychologist had said? A safe place? Yes, she'd had a psychologist. Her aunt and uncle had spotted her going off the rails long before she realised she was a rebel without a cause, and had packed her off to talk about her problems. Fuck that. It hadn't lasted long. She'd stayed quiet for most of the one hour sessions until the young Doctor had given up on her.

Right now she felt like giving up on herself. The situation was surreal. Her shoulders visibly slumped as her head was lowered; it would look like weakness, but in reality she was trying to calm herself down. She hated being this angry; knew she was vulnerable.. But around Urik, wasn't she vulnerable no matter what emotions clouded her mind?

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[Urik]

Thoroughly he was enjoying himself, with every moment spent in the company of this young, foul mouthed, Asian shrimp. He could go for some shrimp right about now. Maybe tomorrow night. Besides, he had more dire things to take care of at the moment now that his kitchen was clean once again. Of course she kept spewing off her nonsense about him being sick and what now. No, she was so far from the truth. Perhaps his interests resided on less traveled paths but he was not sick, merely inspired. Of course she was too young to understand his point of view. Eventually she would figure it out though; as time passed and she saw his dace more and more. For the time being she would spend a day or two here.

"How about a tour, mon petite. I'm sure you young mind is all too curious as to what lies within the wall of my little castle." Standing now, he dusts off the back of his pants, and gestures for her to follow. Of course she would have to. her body had no choice in the matter. "It'll be fun, unfortunately I wont show you the mask of the hose, only visitors and businessman see that part. I'll show you what lives behind each wall and where those delightful echoing screams come from, or perhaps I should save that part for the end of our tour, yes? Save the best for last." He clasped his hands together and offered her a smile that was neither practiced or fake. It was almost child like; he was excited.

It was not that he was lonely but it was rare that he was able to show off his little collections. At least not within the interest of killing the person directly afterward. "Let's start with the den. I decorated the entire thin myself." His feet made not one sound as he practically glided across the mahogany flooring. With a little flick of his wrist the door was flung open and The smell of wood, formaldehyde, dye and surprisingly enough vanilla wafted from within it's wall. It was just like any other den a man might have. Skins on the walls, trophy heads of kills placed proudly on the walls. The only difference was that these skins and heads were not the animals you'd hunt in the wild. There were no stripes and spots in this room but each and every one was from a human that had died by his hands. He had meticulously cleaned each part to perfection"Aren't they gorgeous."

None of the heads were of the nobodys you would meet on the street. the one that stuck out the most had to be the dark haired male with an all to familiar mustache. Hitler of course was not one of Uriks favorite pieces in his collection, but the man did some fine work. He had nothing against Jewish people, it was just humanity in general that Urik wasn't fond of and the man did his job in lowering the population a bit. "So what do you think of my collection, beautiful, yes? I come here to think. " He momentarily thought of making a joke about twelve heads being better than one but thought better of it.

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