Trigger Warning - There are some dark shit about to happen.
I never know when to use this warnings, since I'm basically desensitised to pretty much everything.
So don't say I didn't warn you.
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Lily was curious, so she slowly turned her head upwards, and disgust flashed deep within her eyes before returning to their blank stare haze. It happened so fast that the mysterious person didn't catch it.
He was smiling down on her, his towering body naturally intimidating. He stared at Lily expecting some sort of response of any kind, but Lily just stared blankly at him, making it harder for the mysterious person to maintain his smile.
He crouched down to Lily's level, his body odour, made Lily's nose to wrinkle back, but other that that, nothing. Lily just thought to herself in wonder to this person's appearance 'How can a person be this naturally disgusting and ugly?'
The person in question was 7ft tall, his body heavy, dark skin, a nose too big for his small face, matching his big his ears. Hair was unkempt and dirty, his clothes were shredded and filthy. He was all in all disgusting.
He smiled showing his yellowed teeth to Lily, and then brought his hand to her face. But before he could touch her, she moved her head to the side, and he paused, and deeply looked into Lily's brown eyes, and saw disgust within them, making him become angry.
"The princess thinks, she's better than me, does she now?" He commented, and a foul breathe left his mouth, and headed towards Lily who's disgust intensified, which was the last straw for the man.
He grasped Lily's shirt, and violently tore it, with a twisted smile on his face, eying Lily with eyes of a predator. Everything on Lily's view moved very slowly, but her thoughts were moving really fast, as she thought.
'What should I do? Scream? No one is going to hear me or even bother to save me if they did. Then what, Run? That's impossible, he seems prepared for that outcome. Fight? An average man is harder for many women to overpower, let alone this towering beast.
Haha- I guess I'm going to be raped, I'm really scared, but what can I do, this is my life, why bother to continue fighting it. I wish I would have killed myself long ago...'
It was as if Lily was having an out of body experience, she observed everything that was happening to her in detachement, from her sleeveless shirt being torn apart, with nothing underneath it, her dress being ripped apart, until what was left on her was just her undergarments.
As he was about to ripped her panties, he looked up at Lily, and what he saw made him uncomfortable and frustrated at the same time. Lily's expression hadn't changed not once except for when she smelled his disgusting odour and even now there wasn't anything noticeable about how she feels about her current situation.
He shook his head, frustrated, so acting out of impulse, he angrily unbuckled his pants, and took out his disgusting thing. He looked once more into Lily's eyes, and viciously smiled, and said "We will see how long your gonna pretend, that you aren't scared..'
He then looked down, and found out there was a problem, he couldn't get it up, he looked back at Lily again and saw her blank gaze, just simply watching him, and it frustrated even more "Stop fucking looking at me you freak" he angrily shouted, but Lily continued stare at him.
Feeling disrespected, he slapped Lily, so hard that the impact echoed in the alley, but she was used to being treated as such so it wasn't as painful, as it should have been, especially since this man wasn't under the influence of alcohol, and was much bigger than her father.
Her head turned to the side for a second then she went back to just looking at him. He thought it useless giving Lily any more of his time, and focused on his thing that couldn't stand up, he began massaging it.
Beads of sweat started to flow down from his temples, while trying and failing to make his manhood stand up. Lightning flashes and thunder strikes rained down on the desperate beating heart of the man.
He felt humiliated, emasculated, angry at himself, frustrated with his prey. He then looked back at her. Her eyes still the same, and under her intense blank stare gaze, he lost confidence in himself.
And he reacted like any man child would, he lashed out, flaring with immense rage at himself and more at Lily, he gave her a backhand slap, that resounded throughout the narrowed alley, then another, then another.
Back and fourth slapping each of her cheeks until swollen with ugly handprints on her face, tears streamed down from Lily's face from the pain, but still she did not break eye contact with him.
He stopped what he was doing finding it fruitless, and buckled his pants. He then focused on right hand, as small blue particles, began forming into the shape of a dagger, they came together and became solid, and a real blade was formed, it was long, huge and was jagged at the edges.
Lily's blank gaze, gained light in them, when she saw the menacing blade, and a real reaction took over her, fear. It began creeping all over her body, freezing her, her eyes became wide, showing how afraid she was.
Lily just acted like any sane person would, she was afraid of dying, afraid of pain. Seeing her reaction the man smirked "You like it?" He asked, but not waiting for answer, he added "It's my favourite dagger that, I like to summon, because of the extra pain it inflicts on my victims.."
He felt proud of himself having found his dominance and control over Lily. Then without warning he gripped the hilt of the dagger really tight, and stabbed it, at Lily's shoulder, elliciting a painful cry, that was overshadowed by the sound of the thunder storm.
"Ha..haha.. hahahahahahahaha- Hahaha- hahahaha-" the man laughed at the expense of Lily's pain, blood gushed out as he pulled out the blade, and stabbed it at the other shoulder, and laughed along with Lily's wailing cries of pain.
The more she screamed, cried, the more he took immense pleasure in it, and his manhood finally hardened, but he was too drunk, too intoxicated to the current pleasure he felt that he barely noticed, a very noticeable bulge that formed a tent.
Taking out his blade more blood gushed out, and Lily grunted in pain, and stared at the foul man with revulsion, hatred, and pain.
But those emotion just gave him even more of a rush that he could barely contain himself.
Wanting to feel more, he aimed for her legs, that were now splayed out on the ground floor, and began stabbing everywhere, especially where there was more bone, as it generated more painful cries.
A disturbing scene, laughter filled with joyous malice, and painful cries of an innocent, created a very jarring atmosphere, that it made the man orgasm, cumming in his pants from the rush that almost consumed him, without his knowledge.
After he was done, he went for the torso, where he traced his jagged blade, from her navel, splitting her skin to her collar bone, then created shallow cuts all over her torso, enough to inflict pain, but not enough for her to die, he was like a trained surgeon, for the way he handled the blade like a skilled craftsman.
Lily's body had long went to shock, and this time instead of just being momentarily blank for the mind to protect her from the pain she felt when she learned of her father finding her hidden money. This time, she was truly broken, and when the man looked into her eyes, no light was reflected back.
'Mmm did I break her, it's no fun anymore' he thought. He carved out a huge piece of flesh from her stomach, and bit on it, with his rough yellowed teeth, while staring at Lily with a joyous glint in his eyes, which didn't last long, as there was no more reaction from Lily.
She was an empty vase, she might as well be dead. The man gulped down the flesh, after chewing on it a bit, the blood dripping down his chin, and he licked it off, salivating the metallic taste.
He tightly gripped his blade and looked at Lily for one last time, and all there was in his expression wasn't glee, anger, frustration, just boredom.
He held the blade's hilt with both hands, and buried the dagger into Lily's heart. There was no painful grunt, just a barely audible whisper before the little source of light that was left on her eyes dimmed "this is it, huh" before breathing her last, and she was gone from the world.
Tiny crimson energy particles came out from her heart, and into the man's heart, which he lightly scoffed at "this is barely worth anything, your a pain in my ass despite being dead, bitch..'
He stood up, unbuckled his pant, took out his manhood, and saw that he had cummed in his pants 'I guess there's a first for anything, Hehehe-' he thought and pissed at her, all over her body, but more on her face, while laughing. He clicked his tongue, and put back his thing in his pants, and left without looking back.
The clouds roared with deafening sounds of thunder, and just like that, the sky began wailing, down pouring with heavy rain, cleansing Lily's bloodied body along with the urine, as flashes of lightning illuminated the alley, revealing its hidden horrors in stark, and fleeting glimpses.
And amidst all of this, a sweet voice filled the alley, despite the roaring sky "Well.. well.. well.. What do we have here?" The voice was shrouded in enigmatic mystery, as it echoed inside the narrowed alley.