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Black Hat's Perspective

Fear is there no doubt. The psychedelic creature glowers at me. I return a growl as a gift. I step back and turn around to face Flug. Several of my tentacles protrude from my back and wrap around the colorful creature's body. S/he struggles out of my grasp as I tighten my grip. Flug looks at me with fear in his eyes. "S-S-Sir!" Flug stutters. I turn around and walk to the two doors. I push open the doors and look over my shoulder. "Back to work!" I hiss and snap my fingers. Flug nods. I look ahead and let out a sigh. I walk up the flight of stairs. From behind, I can hear the fe/male's groans and moans. It's amusing. "Cherry, cherry, cherry!" The fe/male screams. "What gibberish are you speaking dear?" I murmur. It annoys me honestly........some native language isn't too hard to memorize. What a day. I approach a door and stop. I turn to look over my shoulder. The fe/male is swinging her/his legs back and forth, kicking at air. I sigh and turn back to the door, extending my arm out to the doorknob. Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I hear a whimper from behind. The scent of fear fills the air. "How lovely." I murmur. The burning scent leaks out of each pore with beads of sweat on her/his face. I turn the doorknob and push the door open with my body.

Inside, all I can see in the dim light is a glowing table with rope. The fe/male let's out a gasp. "The fear is quite strong in you dear." I whisper. I walk up to the table while closing and locking the door with one of my tentacles. "Let the fun......begin." I chuckle. I drop the fe/male onto the table and crawl on, placing myself on top of the fe/male. S/he tries to squirm out of my grip. A grin spreads across my lips. Our eyes lock, a strange silence between us both. I tilt my head to the side with a frown spreading across my lips. I look up, breaking the silent eye contact. I extend my arms and grab the ropes, pulling them to the fe/male's wrists. I wrap the ropes around her/his wrists and tighten them while my tentacles tie up her/his ankles. With shaking hands, the fe/male's fingers curl up and form her/his hands into fists. The edges of my lips curl up, my sharp teeth beginning to show. I look down at the fe/male, still expressionless. Although, the scent of anxiety lingered. "Now," I put my chin in my palm. "What tool first serves?" I ask. The fe/male bites down onto her/his lower lip, shutting his/her eyes. S/he doesn't respond. I click my tounge. "Oh...I see...you'll want a suprise!" I chuckle. My fingers grow outward from my hands, forming into sharp nails.

Still, the facial expression stays brave. Such a shame to this pretty face. I lower my claw down to her/his cheek, cutting into the s/c flesh. My finger runs through the warm organ, leaving a open wound to ooze out crimson. "The fear........dear." I whisper. The fe/male begins to squirm. A chuckle escapes my throat. Somehow...s/he keeps a brave face. I retract my finger from the cheek, hearing a whimper. I bring my claw to my mouth and out slides my forked tongue. My tounge brushes against the crimson liquid, it's taste metallic as it is unsweetened. Yet, it is addicting to myself. My eye lowers down to the open wound. I lick my lips hungrily. But, I know that this isn't enough emotional trauma for the fe/male. A chuckle escapes my throat. The fe/male swallows, signalling anixety. "I suppose a gut too..." Their expression doesn't change but the scent is bitter. An unsound odor. "Please!" The fe/male screams, squirming beneath me. "And as the long, long nights begin..." I whisper. "I'll make you sing like a canary." I add. My claws grasp onto the fe/male's wrists and my fingers wrap around, bringing a tight grip. A whimper escapes her/his throat; my grin gets wider. "Esto es un infierno para ti." I hiss. Human suffering is a pure...pity. Yet....it's amusing. All the screams sound the same.

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