Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160321113540

(I have to applaud that last post's characterisation, the contrast between normal Amil and Alter-Amil is really obvious, which means they both have really solid personalities, always good when making an OC. That being said, you really should try making a sadistic OC, or at least use Alter-Amil more often, cause as terrifying as it is, you rock that personality and i like it.)

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He took several pained breaths, mumbling something incoherent. Blood was pouring merrily from his arm, strangely, he couldn't feel it. He was aware there should be searing, mind blowing pain coursing through him right now, perhaps there was? But the arm's nerves were torn beyond function, beyound pain already, a small balm in the white pain that came with every swing.

He wished the arm would bleed out faster. At least that way, he could die and the suffering would end...

'"NO!!! NOoooooOOOOOooooo!!!!! NONONONONO!!!!!!!" 'he screamed defiance at himself and Amilanthior.

He couldn't give out, because if he did, the creature would turn itself on Estelle next. Lyko wasn't afraid to die. But he was afraid of making his girl face the monster.

He was at the arc of a full swing now, and seized the chance. With a tremendous burst of effort, he lurched aside, angling himself that the metal chair leg clipped his tormentor's cheek as he swung in, a sickening, ripping sound tore through his shoulder, drawing an inhuman, primal scream from the bowels of his soul. His tail drooped, literally between his legs.

Now for what he did best: Pissing people off. And for good measure, he added in a few tricks he learned by watching Drake break people down.

"Doesn't hurt one bit." he lied, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You think you're a big, strong, man now? Stroking your cock while watching me suffer? I know your kind, you're the pussy who can't take on his victim in a fair fight, so you get off by beating me down while i'm helpless. Call me a hypocrite if you want, you're no better, bringing my girl into this. You say your team was innocent, that i'm a monster for killing them, well WHAT ABOUT HER?! DID SHE EVER DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS?!"

Now for the finisher. "Speaking of innocent, i just remembered. I didn't kill everyone you love in that blast. Oh yes, Ami-boy. I know about daddy, all alone in the woods, nobody to guard, nobody to save him, nobody to hear him scream when Big Bad Drakey comes. Oh yes, Big Brother knows, you can kill me, but he'll know, and he's gonna visit poor old papa in the woods, and do exactly what you're doing now. Only ten. Times. WORSE!"

Every word he said, was calculated to strike as many nerves as possible. He wanted him angry, to take out his frustrations on Lyko, so when it was over, he would be broken, his death would be ugly, but the monster would be satisfied, and maybe, just maybe, go easy on Estelle. He no longer cared what happened to him, he would gladly let himself be ravaged by Amilanthior, as long as she survived...

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She watched horrified, all attempts to be polite and reason were gone now, replaced by desperate screams and pathetic sobbing, begging and begging him to stop. She screamed until her voice was hoarse, and tears flowed freely.

Then she snapped.

"I"LL DO IT!" she screamed, silencing both boys. Their eyes were on her now.

"I'll do it," she repeated, every word slow and deliberate. "I'll do anything you want, you can have me, make me yours. I'll fulfill your desire."

"NOOO!!! Stay out of this!" Lyko screamed when he realized what she meant.

"Make me your bitch, no... your slave. My body is yours, every part of me, yours to own, yours to command. But please, i beg you, spare Lyko."

"NOONONONONO!!!! BITCH! BULLSHIT!" echoed from the background.

She ignored him. Chained to the chair, there wasn't much she could do for seduction. But she arched her back, extending her torso and chest towards him.

"Please... Master."