He'd known she'd pass this way. He'd always known he'd see her again. Little troublemaker, that one was. Prick your thumb on a thorn and bleed for hours. She had a sick need to be turned inside out, and when she had managed to get captured, she thought she was safe from him. The dreams he's planted there, in her pretty little head - visions of him covering her, of her wracking, needless body surging to life before it fell into a hapless sack of dead flesh and bones at his hooves. Black eyes that flush red with the taste of her blood on his lips, and a dark laughter that echoed off the trees.

And yet, even in her little hole, safe from the pressures of the outside world, where she was fucking that little pyromaniac - the one who thought he was in control, her jailer. He was a fucktoy. A paltry pawn in this grand game. And for all her wiley ways, Karaugh had known what she was doing. What she was trying to hide from. Who she was really fucking. Images of the son of Mars plastered in her mind whenever the son of Offspring pressed into her body. The screaming and inane babble when she came.

Was she screaming Levi, or was she really screaming Deimos?

And yet, even with all her acid lips and her begging 'please', one does not like being trapped for long... and eventually she was set free, images and promises (threats) running through her mind, flashing in front of her eyes. She had been drawn here, to where it all began. To where she would be kept far from the public eyes of decency. She was not meant for decent company anyway.

She was far too dirty for that.

A disembodied voice sounds through her head, and immediately she knows who it is. How could she not? She has been trying to replicate it ever since. Knowing that there was only one black heart and body that could ever fill her the way she wanted to be filled. "I give you a gift and what do you go off and do? You go throw it off a cliff, to be crushed and drowned into the sea." a feeling then - just a feeling, as there is no body yet to speak of - places moist, dirty kisses along Karaugh's spine. "I told you I would be coming for you. And you go and get yourself captured. Do you think that was smart, you little thing? Did you think that I could not find you, even there?"

A wicked smile.


"You may have been fucking the boy... but its not his spawn you're having, Karaugh." And then, a quickening. Her belly jumps, and the hackles go up on her spine, causing the shivers that he knew so well to send her into a sheer panic. She closes her eyes, the moist tongue laving over her skin as it passes through her body, and in her mind, touching all the intimate places that her juvenile jailer could never think about touching. Places only he has touched. A dark smile with yellow teeth illuminates in the darkness, shining in front of her eyes, and inside her mind.

"Surprise, that little gremlin is mine. Karma's a bitch, Karaugh. And you will regret that you tried to hide yourself from me."