Lets Play Pretty Boy (Pride and Immie)

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

((Okay so I'm threading with myself, and I'll move this to threads on hold in a moment, but I need to post it to get it out of my head. I suggest Astra nooot read this thread for the sake of Raea's sanity...Julian tells Immie to get Pride before anything starts Game wise....this is what happens))

Julian had taken care of the dog. That had been very important to Immie. Immie would not go near a dog if it was the very last thing that she did. No, no, no. Not after what the doggies had done to her family. It was their fault that Sylphie and Immie had gotten caught. It was their fault she was here. They had killed daddy, ripped out his throat. Made his blood fly across the room. Their fault. All their fault. Dogs were bad. So bad. It was their fault she was all messed up. So Julian had taken care of the dog. She knew it wasn’t for her sake. It wasn’t to make her feel better. It was so that she would do the job that he had wanted her to do. This was a piece of his plan, yes, yes. It wouldn’t do if she was unable to take care of this piece. It may mean that Julian would have to do it himself and she knew he wasn’t ready to get his hands dirty yet. He wanted nothing to do with the torture of the boy, no, no. That wouldn’t impress his innocent one at all. It had to be Immie that did it, not Julian. It was her job to get the first blood for this game. And to odo that the dog needed to be gone.

Immie looked normal today. Her usual clunky, oversized combat boots were pulled up over tight black skinny leg jeans as opposed to her usual frilly tulle skirt. This was a bad thing, yes, yes. This small fact meant very bad news for the boy, because she wasn’t allowed to hurt anyone else but the boy. Julian had been very clear in that. It was bad news because Immie only wore pants if she was in a particularily sadistic mood and didn’t want to get blood on her pretty, pretty skirts. A tight blod red tank tope incased her slight top half, red the same color of her bright, maliscious eyes, hidden behind big sunglasses that nearly took up the top half of her face. She hadn’t wanted to wear the sunglasses, no, no. But Julian had pointed out to her that her red eyes could draw attention. Too much attention. It wasn’t like she could make them turn back to dark green on command like her sissy, tamed counterparts. Her eyes were forever a gorgeous gleaming red due to her feral status. Because Immie was still, very much so, a feral red fledgling. Her black and pinkish red hair was tamed as much as possible and actually fell in a straight sleek curtain. She didn’t even wear her tiara. She was trying to look normal and unassuming.

It made her more pissed to have to odo so and she intended to take this out on her poor target. Silly boy would not know what hit him. He would pay for her to have to be normal. For her to ohave to walk around here among the normal boring people without even cutting just one of them. For her having to behave and not kill or maim him. She wanted to kill him so bad. She wanted his blood was going to run down her throat. She wanted him dead. And she had no idea who he even was yet aside from a few key facts that she would need to know to do this job. Did it really matter? Immie liked death. She liked that she could play. But she’d follow Julian’s rules. No one would knw it was her who took him. No one would see him disappear. She wouldn’t kill him, though she’d make him wish she had.

Oh he’d beg for death when she was done with him.

Immie intended to take advantage of her tiny sisze and usually childish attitude to lure him in. It helped that she had no curves whatsoever…and she had taken the pains to use the cover up to get rid of her bright red mark, just in case her bangs moved to show him that it did, indeed, exist. She was a red who liked her play things. Immie may have been out of her flipping mind mental, but she focused when it came to playing.

This boy wwas nothing more than a pawn. An important pawn. But a pawn. And taking him off the board started this mad game of chess. And Immie was happy to play the piece that would start all the dominos in their descent. She tilted her head slightly as she realized that she had mixed her games up there. Oh well. She shrugged and continued her skipping step.

And then she saw him.

He was frowning which nearly made her giggle. Looking for his little puppy dog, was he? Poor little boy. His mind was strong which annoyed the hell out of her. It meant she couldn’t simply compel him to follow her. She had to rely on tricking him where she wanted him and than she could compel him. She had to ojust get out of this damn House first. Easy. Play the scared little girl and he would come running to help. She’d been watching. Silly, helpful boy. Not innocent and light, no, he had seen too much to be that way. But he was so good that Immie was happy to make him her play thing.

But first to get him out of the House.

She pulled on the little sad face, the little kid face, the one that she knew would get the most affect from him, yes, yes. She knew this for a fact. And when she got close enough it did work. He looked up from his own frowning and noticed her standing there and getting closer, sniffling now, the glasses hiding the fact that no tears fell from her face. ”Can you help me, mister?” she asked in a tiny, very French accented voice.

She watched as he grew concerned and straightened, turning towards her and taking a quick look over her. ”What’s wrong? he asked. And she knew she had scored with this one, yes yes. Too worried about other people, too curious and nosy not to take the bait. She had planned on that one! Yes she had! And he fell for it. It nearly made her bounce up and down happily when he took her bait in stride. This one would be so easy to break. She already knew which of his buttons to break. Or was the term buttons to push? She preferred breaking them. Then again…Immie preferred breaking everything so this wasn’t knew, no, not at all.

”I dun know how I got in here!” she said, sniffling and she saw the concern growing on his face. Hook. Like. And sinker. ”Can you help me get out of here?” she asked with a hopeful look on her face. She was good at this play pretend shit, it was how she got all her playmates. But this one was important, so important. She had to be careful not to push this one too hard because she needed to get this one to go owith her so she could do her part and spill the first blood of this game. He had to wish he was dead. He had to wish he had never been born. He had to think he wasn’t good enough to protect the innocent one and push her away himself. Immie had done it before, it was easy with the noble ones like this one. So easy because they were so big into justice. It nearly made her scoff.

He nodded and held out his hand, which she took. Foolish boy would walk right out of here all on his own. And he did. She waited until she got past the gate…waiting until they were a little farther out…out of sight…no one could see…and then WHAM! She hit him with her compel, knocking him clear out. The next part was fun. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and started skipping, dragging him down the hill to the Nightmare House.

Poor boy would wish he was dead.

Outfit: HERE

[Pride Osiris]

Pain.

That’s what he felt first. Wrenching pain that made him yell out and arch his back, reaching for his leg until he found…he couldn’t. Tears from the pain were in his eyes, he didn’t give a damn if that was manly or not. Considering he had woken to a snap, he was pretty convinced that his leg had just been broken. What the hell? He had been at the wall looking for Juno who had gone missing. He had been heartbroken, she never ran away from him and she was always at his side, so where could she be? And then there was that girl…and then nothing. All sentient thought left his mind as he felt pressure on his leg and another heart stopping CRACK…and more pain. And he was screaming again and pulling at whatever bound him…he heard the jingling of chains. Where the fuck was he? He started to panic a bit. Being held down didn’t work well for him. It brought back too many memories and made him go a little haywire.

Why couldn’t he see? All he saw was black…until it was lifted from him. The blindfold that is. He looked down and saw a heavy boot on his leg and he looked up through the pain, his breathing heavy, until he saw her. That little girl from before. Her eyes were blood red and if he had been in a less.s…dangerous posision he would have groaned. He should have known….never trust appearances! She had broken his leg…tiny thing but she was strong. Hell, she had broken both of his legs. And he cried out again when he kicked the leg. ”Oh that’s nothing! Nope, nope!” the little child said, laughing maniacly as she plopped herself down on his lap, straddling it.

He tried to ignore the deep pain in his legs. He tried to push past it. He had been hurt before, this was nothing. No. He could get past this. He could move past this because he had to. He couldn’t be broken down because he needed to get out of here. Wherever here was. He looked around the room and found it dark with no windows…various shiny weopans lined the walls behind her and his hands…were manacled above him…but it allowed him to sit on the floor against the wall. His now broken legs sprawled out in front of him were useless…he couldn’t move them without pain and he doubted he could have stood on them if he tried. ”What do you want with me? Why break my legs?” he asked, though he thought he knew the answer to the second question at the least.

And sure enough, she was giggling again. It made Pride wonder about her sanity level…which he figured was non existent at this point. She didn’t seem very capable of being coherent and sane. ”So you couldn’t run away, silly!” She ignored the first question…the question he actually wanted the answer to and he figured that she had done that on purpose. To agrivate him. It wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t give into any tricks. She produced a very long and wicked looking carving knife and he balked at the sight of it. Oh no, not the memories. Those he couldn’t handle. He shut his eyes against them and attempted to break the chains connecting him to the wall. It was the same knife that had carved a line across his cheek, same make at the very least. Same one that the madman who had kidnapped him used. Same one. He couldn’t handle that. He felt the point dig into the skin just next to his neck and drag down through the skin to slice open his shirt until it fell to the ground in tatters. He gave a grunt of pain as she did this, it was nothing compared to the pain of his legs breaking.

And then she unshackled one of his hands with a key from the bracelet around her wrist. He tried to tug it away, free himself, maybe get the keys and somehow manage to limp out of here before she could catch him, but she had his wrist tight in his hand before he could even think about doing any of these things. And she was comtemplating his hand it seemed, turning it over and over in her small ones but always holding on tight enough that though he tried to tug it free, it never happened. ”Turn off your affinity pretty booooy” she sing songed, looking up from his hand to grin at him, and the evil in that facial expression chilled him.

But he was too stunned to really answer. ”What? he said, flabbergasted. He had only woken up a minute ago to his leg breaking…he wasn’t sure what was going on and he was disoriented from the pain. What the hell was she asking him?

And then there was pain again and he cried out once more, cursing this time with a sharp “Fuck!” when she broke his pointer finger. And she giggled. The crazy little girl giggled. ”Turn off your affinityyyy or I’ll break anoooother” she said. He could tell that she would jump at any chance to break his whole hand if she could…but Pride hadn’t gotten where he was just by giving in to people’s threats. No. He never gave in. He shook his head, blinking away the tears of pain in his eyes.

And she broke another, and again he cried out when she did. Dammit! ”Do it!” she demanded with a childish pout. His answer was simple and out of breath and regretted it as soon as he asked. Why? And then she broke another one before answering him, twisting the broken digits a little between two fingers and making him bite his lip against the new pain in his hand that was at least taking his mind off of his legs.

”Because I want to see….I want to see another’s work” she said, and there was that malicious grin again. He didn’t ask, he didn’t get to ask because apparently he hadn’t done what she asked quick enough…he broke another and he bit back another yell of pain…before dropping down his affinity and revealing his scars to the sadistic little child.

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie giggled slightly manically. She liked this one. He was stubborn. She broke another of his fingers, just because she could, just to see him try to show no pain and fail. She was waiting…and then his perfect skin melted away to show off plenty of scars. Oh yay! She cuffed his hand back up in the shackle, and with surprisingly soft hands, explored the scars on his body. It seemed like she was just being a curious watcher, just needing to look. In reality she was judging just which of the cuts she could reopen. Which she could mess with to really put him past the edge. She wanted to make him lose it. She wanted to push his buttons and break him. Pooooor pretty boy. He had been kidnapped before! It just made her game so much more fun to work with this fact, yes, yes it did!

She thought it was funny that the knife she had made him wince. Silly! It was just a blade. A pretty shiny blade, but a blade! And it wasn’t covered in nearly enough of his blood just yet, no, no…she needed to fix this. She traced a tiny finger along the long deep scar that ran down his cheek. Poor boy. So scarred…and not dead! This wasn’t right. She should just- No. No. No. Julian had said no killing the boy. She tilted her head with a childish pout, too out of her own mind in that moment to pay attention to the boy or the way he struggled. He wouldn’t get free anyway, it wasn’t important. And now she was all mad cause she couldn’t kill him! In her anger she traced her knife down the deep scar in his cheek, making it open again. He cried out and it made her giggle again. She liked making her playmates yell…though it was more fun to make them scream. Maybe she’d make him scream again like he did when she broke his leg again! She hoped so. Always fun to make them scream. Always fun to break them.

He wasn’t broken. No, no. Not yet. But he would be.

She leaned forward to lick the blood that had accumulated on his cheek. Lapping it up like a cat and ignoring the way that he turned his head away in an attempt to get away from her. It wouldn’t work, no, noo….his head was the only thing he could move now! Unless he wanted to move his stupid broken legs. So useless to him now, yes yes! She had done that first. She needed to. He wasn’t allowed to run away from her. It had been so easy to! It always was. Just stand…and push…until…SNAP! Remembering this made her giggle as she pulled away from his cheek, having used the coagulants in her saliva to seal up the cut. Couldn’t have him dying from blood loss, nope nope. She had already left the cuts on his chest bleeding away. Remembering this she brought her hands up, her fingers digging into the open wounds visciously and making them bleed worse. He shut his eyes tight again against the pain and she nearly laughed. Nearly. Always amused her to see such pain on people’s faces. Yes, yes. Always did. She’d do her best to make sure he screamed. Right now was child’s play. Just child’s play. She was just getting warmed up. Her hands were now covered in his red, red blood and she painted red lines in his own blood across his bare chest, smearing it there like she was a little kid fingerpainting.

He groaned, and he was pained. But he still wasn’t broken. He’d be broken by the time she was done with him though, yes, yes. They always were when Immie had her fill.

She pulled her hand back and slammed the palm back down on his ribs, and then he did scream. She had broken two of his ribs after all. Ribs. So easy. So fun…so fun to play with. She had carefully done it flatly so that way the shards wouldn’t puncture anything. She had made sure to do nothing that would prove fatal. No, no. Usually she wasn’t this careful. Usually she just played. But he wasn’t allowed to die. He had to live.

But he had to hate himself too. That was the fun part. She had to make sure he didn’t want to be with his pretty little innocent one anymore. Which method to try first? She was getting good at this. This, make them hate themselves thing. This, make them feel weak thing. She was getting good. So good. Yes, yes. But which to do to him first was the all important question. This one was so noble. This one had been through this before as a child. He was harder. But at the same time so much easier. She could see that the time in her care was already making him remember too much, was already making him weak. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered. ”I’m gonna kill your pretty little girlfriend, you know” she said, softly, her voice full of malice but also was strangely happy because of how happy this fact made her. ”And I’ll make you watch…I’ll even unlock you…too weak to even keep her safe. Too easily caught by me…I’m not even the big bad wolf,” she hissed, taunting the boy as best as she could. Immie wasn’t sane enough for witty banter. But she knew what to say.

He stiffened under her and she knew she had said just the right thing. Just the right thing to get under his skin. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head. Could see the guilt skitter across his face. But then she could see him push it down and pouted childishly. This pout deepening when he spoke. ”That won’t happen. I won’t let it” She huffed. Stubborn! She would show him where stubborn got him. She would show him what she could do.

She had wanted a taste of him anyway.

”Your mind can think what it wants…but your body will betray you..and her…either way…yes, yes” she said, giggling manically as she did. She wanted a taste. She’d take a taste. He pushed back against the wall, trying to get away from her. But it was no use. Tiny she may be, but that didn’t hinder her in the slightest because he was all locked up! She reached up anyway, and sunk her fangs into his neck, and the blood flowed freely onto her tongue. So sweet, so sweet! She adored the taste of him…and then the erotic feelings that came along with the bite hit her and she moaned, couldn’t help it. She was enjoying herself hurting him either way, she wouldn’t have bit back the noise if she could have anyway! And she knew it hit him too in the way that suddenly he stopped trying to get away. Instead his body reacted differently, even if his mind didn’t want to react that way.

Bodies pressed up against each other, she didn’t pause in drinking his blood. She wanted more…she wanted more. She pressed her hips firmly to his as she drank, her fingers digging hard enough into his shoulders to leave bruises. She didn’t stop until she knew he would pass out from blood loss. She would take her time with this one, and if he passed out she’d get bored and leave him for later. That was good, he would be in her care for a while after all.

She pulled away from his neck, licking the cut to stop the bleeding. ”Like I said…you’re not good enough to protect her…not even good enough to be faithful” that one was one of the lines that she had asked Julian about. When she had decided to make him hate himself and pull away from the innocent one all his own, she had asked Julian what would be amusing things to say seeing as Julian had more of the tactical mind and Immie was…insane. She watched him pass out, still riding the high of the erotic feelings of the bite. It would hit him later…what she had said. It would hit him later what had happened.

But he’d be too distracted by her play toys then to care if she had her way.

Immie hopped off him, leaving him bound and broken for now. And she skipped out of the room and into the hall. Time to find a new play mate while she waited for this one to wake back up.