Summary of previous episodes : Jean-Claude and Asher have done it. They made an affable blend their sire Belle Morte for money is second only to sex and just because you get fucked first and then we pay you. Belle Morte has decided to punish in an exemplary manner and with the trust Musette lead them to a favorite amusement park: the torture room. Peep from his magic box really special tools that horrified even Musette. What ever will?
Soundtrack: Word forward by Foo Fighters, With Celebrities know by Gem Boy
"Come on, Jean-Claude, do not be fool." Asher had grabbed the wrist of the other and stared at him with an air of superiority.
"I do not want to hurt you, Asher." Answered the "other returning his eyes with a faint streak of incazzatura. Would have had him start the agony, because Belle Asher did not want full power and with the permission of the barrel to fill it, and would not even extend the "wait, so, once recovered from the shock of having looked in the trunk of Pandora, had grabbed a Tools lighter, but the "other stopped him. What mephitic
contained the body? Something very simple, traditional and immensely sadistic, newspapers. Of all kinds, shapes and sizes rolled in hardcover, studded and tissue paper, newspapers and magazines, black and white and color images, news and current affairs astrology. Embarrassing, right?
"You know very well that the Corriere dei Piccoli is not enough. You should have realized that if you try to fool Belle is worse, ok, you're stupid and hearts to see the whips, but it is no exaggeration. " When Asher
accompanied his hand towards something bigger, an edition bound in lead and shape of a penis size of the book plus Arturo Heart, Jean Claude opened his fingers and opened her eyes, showing all his revulsion at "the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to use such a horror. "And you will not oblige me to make an" action so hateful! "Replied firmly. "Not only me screwing up on purpose, but now want to make me feel even worse. I've also ruined the record, my precious personal record of two years less two days without any punishment except the slap that do not count. " Musette
coughed on purpose: "Come on, still holds the record of 13 years 8 months and 29 days in a row of lashes," he tried to comfort him in his own way.
He rubbed his favorite parts automatically. "I'm the king of the children lucky, eh?" Then he turned back to Asher: "Anyway, man, you really are a bastard, but I could not let such a thing even if you hated it. And do not hate you. "Not always, he added mentally.
"Why?" It turned firmly to the wrist, forcing him to face him and taking him by the arms with rough romance. "How can you not hate me? I mean, honestly I do not even stand alone. "
The sparkle in his eyes anticipate the response. "Why is the void that left me your absence is so deep to swallow any other emotion."
"Gah?"
"What a mess, it will be because I'm an idiot. E 'emotion will grow slowly, and hold and come closer, listen well to what you sing. Words and rhythm will take your breath away, just say that we are speaking of asses, a bit 'emo too believe that we are listening right: Down with the Puritan! And with the shit you know, higher and higher you go, if your kid is not as gifted as you want, with just a Gem Boy you'll see that our song as a Doomsday inside you. "
" Eh? "
"It will be because you amooooooo"
Asher let go. "Oh, ok." And for once it seemed almost convinced. She turned slowly and walked to the pillories the center of the room. Suddenly he realized that perhaps cut short the 85 chapters and a half of torture could be a good idea. Also because the thought that Jean Claude was allowed not only without protest but would fit in to the dominant pain was for him a more devastating than any he had ever suffered. In addition he also suspected of having exaggerated the shit.
lifted his eyes to beautiful death: she knew it. At the precise moment when their eyes met, the Master put the barrel that his trust had arcontessa giustappunto rolled and came to him in his face only pessimism and annoyance. The vampire was about to slip off his shirt but she stopped him screaming shooting with high-pitched voice: "Nonono, schifoschifoschifo we need is to see you naked to make this already deleterious terminal agony." Then he clasped his neck and wrists in the pillory of Barbie pink, the hair chopping horribly in the hinges.
"You're such a crab, Asher. You are sadistic or not? First you do the proud until the jelly will not go to the brain, then a mess and now you regret that poor little dear sweet tender vampirino good suffer and the fall but if he tells you he loves you, so when you know that you love him too. But you're a fool, eat rocks, or you have a problem with alcohol? "
The vampire tried to find a comfortable position and to free the tangled hair to cover his face, to no avail. "But you'll bitch eh? If you have it with me why do not you blame me? "
She stepped back and looked at him scornfully. "You do not understand, Asher. This punishment 'for you. His involvement is just a hiccup, because is the only fool who still has a role in your autism, and then galloping to hurt you need to pull it in half, but you hear it crying all the time strazierà ears. Above all, I have broken my dick. That is, I've just polished the ovaries. I have not yet locked up in jail just for throwing away the key requirements of the script, but see that you are a beard of boredom. Or so you have to confront power and see if one of them by chance learn something here or are you going to give you the dick so regularly became quiet, ol'imbecille must understand that the brain can not drown in drool and break a shit every time we are talking about you. "
The room was filled with a sound that had not nothing human, it seemed more the cry of a dog dying. Asher was terrified. His eyes moved to Jean Claude: he was whining like a flayed alive, and his hands trembled like a notebook, which bears a picture of a werewolf minor plastic-filled with steroids, surrounded by smaller images of two Tokyo Hotels, the female and that overdosed on Viagra.
"Yes, yes, ladies and idiots, we have for you today a rare example of words! Even with posters of Jacob in 4D as a gift. This is not love? And there's the smell of wet dog, "said Musette.
Asher began to realize that the devil had done: the complaints were appalling, and the name was unpronounceable for him and cursed as a stroke of the bell on the skull. "Shit, Belle, you were quite right, this sound is horrible, it seems that's going to die. I must admit that I'm sorry? Ok, sorry. Come on, please, quit it ... "
" NO! "She growled, shrugging. "Now I've decided." An evil grin on his face of colored hour cruelty and malicious satisfaction, not to mention the flames of hell that came out of the hair, claws, tail hook and other symbols of human kindness at all exaggerated. "Especially because then comes the exciting part, when I crogiolerò in pleasure will try to beat you when you when your shots are going to rage between the scars already drawing her body, demonstrating that the plant must be cool to do, and that I am poor, and that you are the most beautiful couple the world and you feel sorry for the others whereas you're just a loser and a patient with the IQ of an ant in two. "
Asher felt the truth of those words choked, and was a bit 'to cry to him. Until suddenly the voice of his Master rang in her mind, cold but sincere. "Do you really want to advance a little 'this soap opera and show a little' affection? Be who you are, Asher. Use your pride, your innate cruelty and ass slammed in his face distorted by a century now. Rendigli the task less difficult. Make yourself obnoxious. Foul angry. Better yet, wake up his ardeur. It seems you can do that very well. "The vampire looked before him, and saw Jean Claude approaching. His hand clutched the pages with such force that seemed to want to rub. He stopped a few steps from him, the pallor of his face streaked with bloody tears gave much to his eyes, giving him dark depths.
"Everything you said is true, then the first duty and pleasure." He murmured. "I would prefer two centuries of torture and ill-treatment, rather than do this" order. "He raised suddenly letting go of his arm and a journalist with celerity potence not scarred on the cheek. Asher stared completely taken aback. "Ouch, what the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up and cagami, why did you break your cock a bit 'me too'. The second lash struck him on the other cheek, leaving a paper clip stuck on intact skin before. "I love you, you bastard" whipped the third. "And 'so the first moment I saw you." The fourth. "But you're an asshole". The fifth shot fell on the nose with such violence that even Belle found herself at him incredulously. Jean Claude stopped: in fact it was relaxing.
Asher gave him a basin, raising an eyebrow. In this he was always smarter. "I always say that you like me more with the scars, Jean?" I pressed a sexy voice, cold as his eyes. "Now you can finish the job, if you're too coward" when he saw the "but he stopped to think about matters worse, hoping to excite. "And we all know that two centuries of abuse would prefer to stay with me, my little pig!" "I do not understand really how do you stand still!" Belle's voice boomed grim, but she sat, placidly intent to smoke his pipe . And for your information, Asher, your scars is already punishment enough for me. So at half six tourist attraction, but if you become a nosferatu I'll finish. "With a dramatic sigh, he repaired the skirt and put his arm on the back. "Su, Jean Claude, go, I like your style, you're almost better than me. And I hope that sooner or later you will realize that it is too boring: better a good beef only good for the bed as Arturo. "
The eyes of the two vampires tried simultaneously for the eighth time in two pages. The wounds on the face of Asher had already healed, his expression was almost funny. Or so it seems. "Daaaai, plliiiiiiis, I am so Volia, I do love long long time, and five suchiasuchia percent flustate Dola, mom told me so. " I urged. The words came out of his mouth freely and spontaneously. If it was just what he thought or the only way to entice them, I do not even know him, he just wanted to go back to being the protagonist. "Come on, come on pull that morning." She could not even finish, the ardeur Jean-Claude began the transformation, and the vampire took a blow on the ear, cutting, which broke the skin.
Their eyes met for the fifty-seventh time.
"AO, which eccerto du 'pizza you are right there, that you're all stupid you are. What the fuck c'avrai then du languages, four tits, eight cocks? Boh. I guess I'll keep it disabbitato er skull. "He lifted a hand to palpate the ass. "He loved, now er casino has been done, but if he leaves us in Rome where er River Navigation, mica wine we drown: anvedi that if you ever pija 'na bira and calippo and let's do a par de ce week does not settle ".
And from that moment onwards, he began to sfracicarlo newspaper, magna cum joy until the end of the tablet. Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
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