Post by JACK L. SMITH on Dec 11, 2013 15:51:20 GMT -5
Raw beef hangs from a rope on the ceiling in a small room, intended for willing buyers.
The slave to go with it strained, her eyes glazed over, her throat working, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her padded fingers stretched, reaching. They'd starved her for two days to do this; no food, and she'd slowly slipped into this state, her fanged mouth snapping the air. Kill.
Hungry. So hungry.
Laughter from masters, stares from Urakata, and Jack herself stretching.
"This young man happens to be a rat Urakata, you see; his greatest skill is his ability to twist and turn! Once he fits his head through something, he is UNNNSTOPPABLE." But she cannot hear it.
She stretched, her body arching, and eventually, the slack on the rope--the collar holding her to the wall--was cut. In the moment, the rat bounded forward, her legs pounding, her jacketed body diving forward. She worked into an opening in a plastic pipe, her head first--her arms pinned at her sides. It was tight, but she had to eat.
Her hips jerked, and rocked, and her body wriggled along, her shoulders visibly compressing, her ribs pressing in , sucking in. A hand was dragged up before her face. A second one. Her back arched.
Her fingers scored the pipe. Jack wheezed quietly, huffing, her body thrashing; there was a bend and she went through it quickly, her body twisting, nearly bending itself in half, it appeared. Slowly she climbed the pipe upward, up until she was out the mouth of it.
A small plaform, meagre, below the raw, bloody beef--Jack didn't pay it attention. The 'man' jumped, 'his' hands closed around the meat. For a moment, he hung there, and then his body began to work, and he was swinging, and then...
The meat fell, the rope fell, and Jack began to eat it as fast as she could upon hitting the ground.
The slave to go with it strained, her eyes glazed over, her throat working, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her padded fingers stretched, reaching. They'd starved her for two days to do this; no food, and she'd slowly slipped into this state, her fanged mouth snapping the air. Kill.
Hungry. So hungry.
Laughter from masters, stares from Urakata, and Jack herself stretching.
"This young man happens to be a rat Urakata, you see; his greatest skill is his ability to twist and turn! Once he fits his head through something, he is UNNNSTOPPABLE." But she cannot hear it.
She stretched, her body arching, and eventually, the slack on the rope--the collar holding her to the wall--was cut. In the moment, the rat bounded forward, her legs pounding, her jacketed body diving forward. She worked into an opening in a plastic pipe, her head first--her arms pinned at her sides. It was tight, but she had to eat.
Her hips jerked, and rocked, and her body wriggled along, her shoulders visibly compressing, her ribs pressing in , sucking in. A hand was dragged up before her face. A second one. Her back arched.
Her fingers scored the pipe. Jack wheezed quietly, huffing, her body thrashing; there was a bend and she went through it quickly, her body twisting, nearly bending itself in half, it appeared. Slowly she climbed the pipe upward, up until she was out the mouth of it.
A small plaform, meagre, below the raw, bloody beef--Jack didn't pay it attention. The 'man' jumped, 'his' hands closed around the meat. For a moment, he hung there, and then his body began to work, and he was swinging, and then...
The meat fell, the rope fell, and Jack began to eat it as fast as she could upon hitting the ground.
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A ROARING CROWD (OPEN)
A ROARING CROWD (OPEN)
LAIKA OF GS!
