Post by Garr on Nov 6, 2016 11:04:14 GMT -5
"Ahhh ahhhhhhh!" the screams grew louder throughout the old mechanics garage, every time a needle went into his head. He was in serious pain, tied to a chair. There were needles inserted all over his head and face. His eye lids were gone as well as his feet. He was trembling. This was hell, and he was pretty sure the devil was right in front of him in the form of a bald man with a sick and twisted mindset. His smile said it all. He was having fun, torturing this man, for no reason. He stumbled across the shop and next thing he knew, he woke up in this pain. It was truly, a horrific scene.
Garr slid his hands onto the mans shoulders, gently massaging them, all while digging his freakishly sharp nails into his skin, causing him to bleed and yelp out in pain. "You're such a good sport..." he said with a goofy smile before grabbing another needle, jamming it right behind the mans ear, his scream once again echoing throughout the garage. "Yessss, the screams, gets me sooo.....hyped..although, they weren't as good as your partner's. Now he was screaming bloody murder ha ha!" He said, pointing at the hanging, limbless, skinless corpse of the mans friend. He instantly panicked, trying to once again break free from the chair. In a mockingly voice he continued, "Please please i'll give you anything you want! Ha, that he did. He tasted oh so good..."
He watched the man in amusement, before looking over to his chained slave. "Pleasure this man." He said, before pulling up a chair, ready to watch. He honestly felt he could feel every emotion on his tongue when he devoured somebody's flesh. So alongside his pleasure from torture, he loved to play mind games, get the man excited in a very strange way if it's possible before slitting his throat and filling his blood in his slave's food bowl.
She awkwardly, climbed on top of him and went to work, in serious fear of what Garr would do to her if she denied. She had already been defeated years ago. Garr kept her alive for his own sick pleasure, but could always make her wish she was dead. His way of getting what he wanted was too brutal for her to handle so she always acted as the obedient puppy he wanted. It saved her from the agonizing pain she's either endured or seen him unleash on his poor victims.
He closed his eyes smiling, smelling the aroma of fresh blood and fear. It was his own paradise. Living in other people's hell was the best scenery for him. The art of terror got him so excited, physically and mentally. He was gitty. Opening his eyes, seeing her and the man struggle. The man was bleeding out already, from his lack of feet. He had poorly cauterized it before, but knew the man wasn't going to live for long so he didn't bother to put in 100% to it.
"Straddle him good, get it nice and wet, that's the most tender part." He said, lowering his head, laying his grey gaze on the couple. That's when he heard footsteps. He looked in the direction of the garage door which was open just in case potential prey would be stupid enough to walk right into his lair. He smiled, finding a new game to play. Looking in the direction of the stranger, he spoke. "Get off him." Which his slave quickly obeyed before flinching at the sound of a gunshot, Garr shooting the man right in the head without even moving his gaze from the stranger. "Welcome, wanna play?".
Garr slid his hands onto the mans shoulders, gently massaging them, all while digging his freakishly sharp nails into his skin, causing him to bleed and yelp out in pain. "You're such a good sport..." he said with a goofy smile before grabbing another needle, jamming it right behind the mans ear, his scream once again echoing throughout the garage. "Yessss, the screams, gets me sooo.....hyped..although, they weren't as good as your partner's. Now he was screaming bloody murder ha ha!" He said, pointing at the hanging, limbless, skinless corpse of the mans friend. He instantly panicked, trying to once again break free from the chair. In a mockingly voice he continued, "Please please i'll give you anything you want! Ha, that he did. He tasted oh so good..."
He watched the man in amusement, before looking over to his chained slave. "Pleasure this man." He said, before pulling up a chair, ready to watch. He honestly felt he could feel every emotion on his tongue when he devoured somebody's flesh. So alongside his pleasure from torture, he loved to play mind games, get the man excited in a very strange way if it's possible before slitting his throat and filling his blood in his slave's food bowl.
She awkwardly, climbed on top of him and went to work, in serious fear of what Garr would do to her if she denied. She had already been defeated years ago. Garr kept her alive for his own sick pleasure, but could always make her wish she was dead. His way of getting what he wanted was too brutal for her to handle so she always acted as the obedient puppy he wanted. It saved her from the agonizing pain she's either endured or seen him unleash on his poor victims.
He closed his eyes smiling, smelling the aroma of fresh blood and fear. It was his own paradise. Living in other people's hell was the best scenery for him. The art of terror got him so excited, physically and mentally. He was gitty. Opening his eyes, seeing her and the man struggle. The man was bleeding out already, from his lack of feet. He had poorly cauterized it before, but knew the man wasn't going to live for long so he didn't bother to put in 100% to it.
"Straddle him good, get it nice and wet, that's the most tender part." He said, lowering his head, laying his grey gaze on the couple. That's when he heard footsteps. He looked in the direction of the garage door which was open just in case potential prey would be stupid enough to walk right into his lair. He smiled, finding a new game to play. Looking in the direction of the stranger, he spoke. "Get off him." Which his slave quickly obeyed before flinching at the sound of a gunshot, Garr shooting the man right in the head without even moving his gaze from the stranger. "Welcome, wanna play?".