A.N.

Last warning for this story, it's fucked up. If you're under eighteen you really shouldn't be reading this lol.

Also the painting is of Halone in her human form, except in this point of the story she doesn't have those red wisps and her hair is longer

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He writhed, naked and helpless, the bondage cutting into his skin as he hung suspended in the middle of the dark and claustrophobic room, the air thick with sweat and semen. A slender, scarred woman, chains connecting her bridge and ear piercings, stood in front of him; her cold shadow fell across his beaten and bloodied form, slowly she licked the knife clean of his blood with a swipe of her pierced tongue.

She savoured the sweet taste before pressing the tip of her knife against the heat of his skin. The blade sliced seamlessly down his chest, bubbles of blood oozing from the wound, as he breathed in laboured grunts. The woman took pleasure in his pain, a sadistic smirk teasing her lips apart as she brushed her cascading brunette hair behind her shoulder.

"I love making you bleed," she hissed, her eyes ignited with rabid excitement as she dragged the blade down his stomach, "making you suffer," she spat with venom as she watched blood ooze from the long knife wound.

"It gets me off," she uttered under her breath, running her tongue along the length of the wound, blood trickled out from the corners of her mouth as she grazed against his bloody pulp of a body.

"Tell me," he panted heavily, blinking sweat from his eyes as he struggled for breath, "t-tell me how you're going to kill me," his voice trembled in macabre anticipation, she quirked her brow.

A pained grunt tore out of his raw throat as she forced the knife in deeper, "I'm gonna twist this knife deep into your fucking heart," she emphasised, grinning at his suffering.

"Then I'm gonna dump your body in a ditch, where nobody'll ever find it," she continued, her eyes glistening with delight as thick rivers of deep crimson seeped out from the knife wound.

"Your kids'll wonder where daddy is and your wife'll cry for you while you rot in a fucking ditch, like you deserve you worthless cunt," she snarled with glee, dragging the knife across his abdomen.

"But first," she spoke, "I have to really make you suffer," she purred, pulling herself away from his body and towards dangling meat hooks, leaving the knife embedded in his abdomen.

"Do you think you're special?" she asked, her voice rang with intrigue as she ran her hand down the rattling chains, her fingertips brushing their rusty and blood encrusted surface. Her question hung in the stale, muggy air.

She slunk back over to him, intently watching him for an answer.

"N-no, I'm not special," he slurred, his voice weakening as he slowly started to succumb to the blood loss, "not...special..." he panted.

"That's right," she chirped as she grabbed the knife handle, the familiar feel of it within her grasp was all too comfortable, "you're not fucking special," she sneered, tearing the knife out from his flesh.

"You're my slave," she breathed, droplets of blood falling from the blade as she brought it to her mouth and slowly licked it clean, maintaining eye contact as she teased him, taking in the full length of the blade.

All emotion disappeared from her face as she pulled the knife back out, a trail of salvia connecting her to its blade, "you're nothing but a toy to me," she spoke flatly.

"Something to play with, something to hurt and maim and abuse," she continued, her voice barely a whisper as she studied the blade that was now coated with a mixture of blood and spit, "something to destroy and discard."

"Nobody'll miss you, when I leave you to rot, only maggots will keep you company," she spat with scathing disgust. Her eyes were glazed and distant, a chilling detachment haunted them as she stretched out her arm and brought the blade to it.

"Burrowing into your rotting, worthless corpse," she sneered as she cut a shallow wound just below her elbow ditch, the tantalising chill of it sending shivers down her spine as she saw the red bubbles of blood and felt an exhilaration. She was alive.

"You're going to drink my blood," she spat, she added an additional number of a quick cuts, more bubbles of blood surfacing.

Deeper, she told herself.

She bit down on her lip as she drove deeper, the raw sting of of the cuts left her nerve endings screaming, begging for mercy she would not give.

Eventually a steady stream of crimson was spurting gently down her arm, leaving her giddy at the sight, her whole body trembling in a rush of adrenaline and endorphins. Watching the blood pump out of the gashes made her heart race as breath came to her in short, sharp moans-in enduring the sting she had found pleasure, an ecstasy incomparable to any other.

Her heart fluttered weakly, skipping beats, her eyes gorged ravenously on the blood pumping out of self-inflicted wounds, red hot spurts that ignited something deep within in her. Her nerve endings tingled with stimulation, the sting of the cuts mixing with the thick, sticky texture of the blood and the metallic smell-it drove her wild.

Images flashed through her mind like a bullet to the head. Of predators hunting prey, closing in for the kill, punching its teeth through the skin to penetrate the flesh and crush the windpipe-the prey animal struggling and thrashing and convulsing helplessly as it choked on its own blood, the predator victoriously eating it alive as it succumbed to shock and blood loss. An ultimate domination, something brutal and merciless. Raw and primal.

Staring at the cuts she had given herself, watching the blood flow as she allowed the blade to penetrate her over and over. She was helpless prey to her own sadism, destroying herself to dominate herself. She was worthless, she deserved to bleed, a weak and pathetic runt that deserved to succumb. She lost herself in her own bloodlust, cutting deeper and deeper.

Her arm was gushing with blood and the blade was dull by the time she noticed her arm had dropped in front of the man, dangling limp and numb. His tongue was hot and wet as it eagerly lapped up the blood, poking slightly into the wounds.

His lips puckered around the wounds as she felt him begin to suck up her blood, gorging upon her as she moaned, revelling in pleasure as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.

"Deeper," she commanded, quaking in delirium as he obeyed, shoving his tongue deeper into her wounds before biting down on the flesh, causing her to scream as he drank more of her blood.

She flitted the blade between her thighs, nicking at the skin before slicing deeper, till blood soaked her thighs. She pressed herself so the fresh wounds hovered within reach of his lips, at his tongue merely poked around them like a predator circling injured prey, before diving into the lacerations to deepen them, causing her to squeal as she endured the sweet suffering.

Then, like a predator penetrating the windpipe, he sunk his teeth into the wounds, causing red hot blood to splatter against his face. His tongue slid upwards, seeking the raw heat of her body and licking the walls of her vagina. She tensed as his blood lubricated tongue explored her, before she started to writhe and squirm.

His tongue shoved in deeper, shivers shot down her spine as a tension built in the pit of her stomach. She roughly grabbed at his scalp, her fingers ran through his blood and sweat soaked hair, as she chewed on her bottom lip and spread her thighs further apart. The tension continued to build as she thought of predators penetrating the flesh, puncturing the windpipe, of animals succumbing in their final death throes. Images as raw and primal as a spearhead. Images that roared with degradation, decimation and destruction. She was right on the edge, teetering as her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

The tension released itself in a blissfully warm explosion, she dug her nails into him and he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain till it became pleasure, her eyes rolling backward to expose empty whites. Her body convulsed in orgasm, before slowly settling again as she caught her breath.

Her eyes snapped open, becoming focused and deadly as she stood up, her head turned to face the dangling meat hooks at her side, her fingers brushed down the long, cold metal chains and she shuddered from the welcome chill.

She turned back to face her client, the murky lighting cast a dim glow on his mutilated body and bloodless complexion. Gripping her knife till her knuckles whitened she sunk to her knees, which scrapped against the serrated, rusted edges of the drain that was beginning to clog with blood. She loomed over his chest, which rose and fell in meagre croaks, focusing on his heart.

In one quick movement she drove the knife into his heart, his body jolted against the movement and breath came to him in ragged rasps. She began to plunge the knife in a frenzy, wet chokes erupted from him as she punctured his lungs, pinkish bubbles of foam and spit and blood spewed from his mouth as he thrashed in his death terrors and screamed in terror.

Then he slowly began to succumb, bleeding out, his convulsions began to settle and his unheeded cries for God and mercy weakened, his chest rattling as the last of his blood seeped out and his skin became white as snow.

Watching the light fade from his eyes a satisfied and sadistic smirk carved itself onto her face, with a final dying rattle his body stopped moving and she stood up, heading for the exit. She closed the door behind her to head out into the encampment, plunging the room into darkness and giving the corpse time to bleed out into the drains.