<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno sat in his seat with a look that could almost be described as remorseful, almost being the key word. Here was Fortune Vereaux, a woman he knew only as much as he'd taken from her in the time he had the woman captive, and since then from brief snippets garnered from the friendly Fae in his employ. How far had she fallen to have taken up a gig which amounted to little more than sitting behind a desk just to be marked as a living employee? Not only that, she came in smelling of wine and pity, drunkenly slurring curses his way as though they were a means to hurt him.
What fleeting pangs of emotion it might have been over one could only guess at, the beast's mind a scape any sane individual never should venture into. It didn't take much goading from the man, not even the slightest provocation in comparison to his past deeds and just like that Fortune exploded as though she were a goddess of fire. Insults spewed from a face scrawled in anger and mixed with fear, the Fae wasted no time to vault over to his position. Nails clawed at his smug visage and fists beat against his chest in a blinded fury that was impressive in it's own right. The momentum from the pounce carried the wheel bottomed chair across the hard wood floor to slam into the now filth covered window. Like when she attempted earlier a reverberating pang echoed through the office, but there came no shattering of glass. The room was corrupted throughout, what light there was to be had came from the flickering fluorescent bulbs from above.
Futility.
This is what described her plight. Sharp edges could gouge into the flesh of his cheeks and she could pound and crack his rib cage, but what did it surmount to when she was all but sitting in his lap? Pain wasn't often felt by the abomination, at least not through physical means. Even as blood as poured down his face he could only beam a new found smile up at Fortune, those icy hues seeming to gaze into her with a strange obsession.
"And so you come to me. How I thought I'd never see you again." It was a more soft spoken tone that came from Zeno, as though spoken to a lover, or a sociopath considering what he had done to her. With her in the rage she attacked with and being so close, he didn't expect much in the way of dodging. Not that there was a whole lot to avoid as he simply wrapped arms that were so close to her as it was. With Fortune in his grasp he'd bury those features into her bosom and hold her in a vice that might have been far too tight.
"I'd never kill you Fortune. There is so much I have planed for the two of us." His voice would radiate through her insides in an invasive manner as though he was penetrating her very existence. She could continue to thrash at his form, try to beat his skull in, or rip his arms away, but there was little point. Fortune entered the lions den without even knowing it, and found herself well trapped in here with the beast. Any portal out was a mess of undulating tendrils that would lash at whatever approached, razor blade teeth from mouths unseen within. Again he'd speak, not letting a moment pass without relishing her form plush against his, chilled fingers playing with the fabric of her white shirt. "You and I are going to make quite the pair." How this had to strike a well trained fear into the red locked beauty. His lips were but a thin layer of fabric away from her supple flesh, and a vicious maw lay behind them.
What fleeting pangs of emotion it might have been over one could only guess at, the beast's mind a scape any sane individual never should venture into. It didn't take much goading from the man, not even the slightest provocation in comparison to his past deeds and just like that Fortune exploded as though she were a goddess of fire. Insults spewed from a face scrawled in anger and mixed with fear, the Fae wasted no time to vault over to his position. Nails clawed at his smug visage and fists beat against his chest in a blinded fury that was impressive in it's own right. The momentum from the pounce carried the wheel bottomed chair across the hard wood floor to slam into the now filth covered window. Like when she attempted earlier a reverberating pang echoed through the office, but there came no shattering of glass. The room was corrupted throughout, what light there was to be had came from the flickering fluorescent bulbs from above.
Futility.
This is what described her plight. Sharp edges could gouge into the flesh of his cheeks and she could pound and crack his rib cage, but what did it surmount to when she was all but sitting in his lap? Pain wasn't often felt by the abomination, at least not through physical means. Even as blood as poured down his face he could only beam a new found smile up at Fortune, those icy hues seeming to gaze into her with a strange obsession.
"And so you come to me. How I thought I'd never see you again." It was a more soft spoken tone that came from Zeno, as though spoken to a lover, or a sociopath considering what he had done to her. With her in the rage she attacked with and being so close, he didn't expect much in the way of dodging. Not that there was a whole lot to avoid as he simply wrapped arms that were so close to her as it was. With Fortune in his grasp he'd bury those features into her bosom and hold her in a vice that might have been far too tight.
"I'd never kill you Fortune. There is so much I have planed for the two of us." His voice would radiate through her insides in an invasive manner as though he was penetrating her very existence. She could continue to thrash at his form, try to beat his skull in, or rip his arms away, but there was little point. Fortune entered the lions den without even knowing it, and found herself well trapped in here with the beast. Any portal out was a mess of undulating tendrils that would lash at whatever approached, razor blade teeth from mouths unseen within. Again he'd speak, not letting a moment pass without relishing her form plush against his, chilled fingers playing with the fabric of her white shirt. "You and I are going to make quite the pair." How this had to strike a well trained fear into the red locked beauty. His lips were but a thin layer of fabric away from her supple flesh, and a vicious maw lay behind them.
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