04-22-2020, 12:31 AM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
She seems sturdier than he had anticipated but he finds himself thrilled to learn this about her. But she calls him boy and he feels rage consuming the ink black of his heart. He tries does his best to keep some fragment of control but then she goes on to chastise him as though she were, in fact, the mother he had been searching for. His crocodilian fangs snap together as he lunges for her face in an attempt to plunge her into agonizing darkness like himself. But he was born in this endless night. It comes as naturally to him as sight does to her.
“No, my games involve breaking others. Let me show you,” he rasps as a snarl fills his throat. Ghaul lifts himself onto his hindlegs and grabs the base of her wings with his ragged claws, yanking her to the ground with the full weight of him. And the moment her body meets the ground, he is on her. The left talon shoves her face into the cold autumn dirt while the right sinks into her shoulder. But it isn’t enough. He wants to torment her. The monster lowers his head and takes her jaws in his, pinning her mouth shut to ensure no one hears her cries. Ghaul savors the taste of her blood as it paints across his tongue but he does not pause in his torture.
Instead, his hind talons thrash, perhaps scraping at her hips, until he finds himself positioned perfectly over her. He had thought it might be difficult, with her on her side like this. He bucks his hips forward and it reminds him of the way he had broken Jenova much the same way. But he had been frenzied back then and she had died so quickly. Ghaul has learned how to miss the vital organs and the arteries. He’s learned to keep them barely alive, now.
He lifts a horned head and frees her mouth to let a smog-riddled groan fall from his mouth. Again and again, he thrusts into her until a shiver runs down his spine and his breath hitches in his throat. His wings slump against his sides as his chest rises and falls with labored breaths. Slowly, he slides off of her and staggers up on weakened knees.
“Get up. Get up and look at me,” he commands her, licking her blood from his teeth.
“No, my games involve breaking others. Let me show you,” he rasps as a snarl fills his throat. Ghaul lifts himself onto his hindlegs and grabs the base of her wings with his ragged claws, yanking her to the ground with the full weight of him. And the moment her body meets the ground, he is on her. The left talon shoves her face into the cold autumn dirt while the right sinks into her shoulder. But it isn’t enough. He wants to torment her. The monster lowers his head and takes her jaws in his, pinning her mouth shut to ensure no one hears her cries. Ghaul savors the taste of her blood as it paints across his tongue but he does not pause in his torture.
Instead, his hind talons thrash, perhaps scraping at her hips, until he finds himself positioned perfectly over her. He had thought it might be difficult, with her on her side like this. He bucks his hips forward and it reminds him of the way he had broken Jenova much the same way. But he had been frenzied back then and she had died so quickly. Ghaul has learned how to miss the vital organs and the arteries. He’s learned to keep them barely alive, now.
He lifts a horned head and frees her mouth to let a smog-riddled groan fall from his mouth. Again and again, he thrusts into her until a shiver runs down his spine and his breath hitches in his throat. His wings slump against his sides as his chest rises and falls with labored breaths. Slowly, he slides off of her and staggers up on weakened knees.
“Get up. Get up and look at me,” he commands her, licking her blood from his teeth.