Post by Flame on Aug 7, 2017 20:24:25 GMT -5
That false bravado of hers, it was unimpressive to say the least. If she believed that she had a single chance at even damaging him she was sorely mistaken. The distance between them was no river to ford, or sea to cross it was a vast ocean. He disdained that bravado and it made him think less of her than he already had. The self-relocation of the arm however, that gave some gravitas to her position. That was far more impressive than any foolhardy belief that her words could urge him on to do something. Having come to his lair and attacked him, he stood before her completely unruffled looking at her with no more than a soft smile. The bare minimum twist in his lips gave it a creepy grace as it floated upon his blueish face.
As she spoke he took a moment to think to himself. Perhaps it was his silence that gave her bravado the push and she started to charge him.“One must find a balance you see”
Rhesus began finally beginning to answer her question. That voice was full of thoughtful self-discussion.
Her feet slammed into the concrete balcony flooring echoing throughout the room. It gave the room a discordant vibe as it mixed with the fading echoes of his earlier laughter and claps. His face barely changed, in the face of her headlong assault.
"You see, too much damage and you will ruin the meal. It’ll become impure … imperfect” He continued words flowing calmly from his mouth. This was the truth, a sliver of bone, white blood cells caused by infection, the bacteria, anything could aid in disturbing what he believed to be one of the greatest meals he would likely have for a while. Perhaps she wished to have his whole strength forced upon her until she was broken, but not him. A meal pristine was much better than one than had been bloodied and broken. It was somewhat okay since she was healing, but he’d have preferred her in mint condition for this feast he was planning.
A distinct thud upon the ground coinciding with the blinking of his eyes gave her the appearance of disappearing before his face. “You should know better.” The words came solemnly from his mouth. He had seen this many a time before now, though an uncommon skill, it was most prevalent among the marines. Those who had taken him and presumably her as well. The trick to it, the speed she thought gave her strength meant nothing. It was apparent that the words that all those about this island spoke had not sunken in for her yet. They were said not to strike fear in others, but for no more reason than it was simply the truth. There was a reason he was known as the Overseer. Even the blood scent from her reopening wounds was unnecessary.
“You should have learned from everything that those fools below say.” He said without remorse as he placed his left foot over his right foot twisting it so that it faced a direction opposing the first. In that single step, his whole body turned upon the hinge of that single shoe, his ankle swinging about where the balls of his feet firmly pressed into the ground. The Overseer’s body torqued about sliding away from the rising leg of the Red Terror. Thus, instead of landing solidly upon his back instead it planted itself into the open air with nothing before it.
In return, his right arm swung about from what was once his right to what was now it. The trajectory of it was precise as it swung about his wrist hit her ankle and the trap was sprung. Long fingers wrapped about the ankle like tendrils they spun about it grasping it firmly within their hold.“I know everything.”
His words deep and powerful engulfed the whole atrium snuffing out all trace of any other words.
The grip tightened about her leg, flesh and bone squeezed together compressed by the powerful musculature of his hand. He was careful however, too strong and he threatened to break her ankle, that would ruin the meal, and she had done enough to do that already. In a swift motion, he lifted her up by the ankle. Her clothes hung desperately to what they could but he paid no attention to them save for the stains of red crawling down them towards her face. As he stood to his fullest highest he lifted her up until she dangled there little more than an arms breadth away from him.“Are you done yet?”
The Overseer’s voice was rife with boredom. At this moment, he was more concerned with the building urge within him to reach forth and rip off any piece of cloth or bandage which covered her. Let free the wounds reopened by her exertions and take his mouth to them immediately. Suck dry whatever blood matted her body enjoy its luscious flavor. Who needed the fava beans, the chianti, the well-prepared dinner. All he needed was her, he would take her piece by piece until she was no more than a ragged doll bereft of all its stuffing. But he didn’t, he would hold to his patience. He controlled his urges, he was no common beast, this was his feast and he would enjoy it as he wanted. He would enjoy her as he wanted. The malicious smile upon his face grew as his amber eyes met hers.