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Alcohol. Strong, powerful, intoxicating alcohol. That drug would be her doom.
The blue-haired nurse with the provocative uniform had been drinking all afternoon, a couple of bottles were lying on the floor of the clinical room, in disarray. She wanted to have a little fun, and well, what would a few drinks be? It wouldn't be that big a deal. She was tired of following orders from that maniac for a boss. A little insubordination wouldn't hurt. He'd get what he deserved anyway. "Valentine do this, Valentine do that, Valentine kill this guy" Just too exhausting.
She had already done all the dirty work, she deserved some time off at the very least. And no one would have to stop her. After all she always got what she wanted.
The typical hospital aroma filled the air. Something like denatured alcohol with agony. The weak, flickering light of the whitish lamp brought out the sinister decay within the musty walls of the room, in an almost depressing and nauseating tone. The glass of the bottles reflected the intermittent and annoying glow. The only sound that interrupted that unreal calm was the fury of his victim rattling angrily, strapped tightly to the surgical cabinet, outrageous. It was perfect. The perfect setting for disaster.
The stench of vodka soaked from head to toe the one-eyed woman, who, hot and dazed, took another swig from the bottle, leaning or rather, holding on to the gurney where her favorite patient was, the one she would have called by the code name of Painwheel. That poor girl whose life he had shattered. He loved to see her manacled on the unhealthy piece of furniture, struggling to break her bonds. So helpless, so subjected to his control. She scoffed out of her mind, basking in her self-imposed superiority.
"Come on, don't look at me like that~"
Mumbled almost unintelligibly the alcoholic nurse, smiling and clumsily holding onto the railing at the edge of the bunk, she was totally lost, raving drunkenly. Proudly she savored another gulp of vodka accompanied by the bitter complaints of her patient, the perfect cocktail of suffering and alcohol. An incomparable delight, no doubt.
The aforementioned stretcher squeaked and the tortured girl on it snarled, writhing like a rat caught in a trap, desperate to free herself, raging at the surgeon, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets and her veins marking purple on her imprisoned arms. She complained in horrible screams, hoping to escape. Anxiously awaiting the moment to take advantage of her victimizer.
She hated her fervently, more than anything else in this vast world. She hated her in a sick, incomprehensible, almost unspeakable, agonizing way. She hated so much what she had become, what she had been turned into. Despised every scar on her skin, every seam on her haggard face. She hated purely the expression of absolute pleasure on that damned doctor.
The surgeon's unpleasant laughter only made her bile boil even more, sick of it all. She gritted her teeth as she raged, "Leave me alone!" she spat hatefully in a horrible, piercing scream. She was tired of being his guinea pig, tired of all that pain, tired of being his victim.
Valentine indifferent to this sneered again, dropped the bottle and it cracked on the floor, spilling the remaining vodka inside. She laughed almost hyperventilating in half-hearted sighs as if the bottle shattering on the floor had been the best joke in the world.
Leaning back on the gurney, her chin resting on her hands in an interested pose, she looked down at the rabid animal she had created, ran her fingers over Painwheel's arm, teasing her, amused. Valentine loved being in control in that situation, it was too satisfying to see her in that position, tied up and completely at her mercy. She looked so submissive, so fragile. So cute and weak. Just hers.
" What's the matter Carol, didn't you have fun?"
She babbled arrogantly, sensing the heat gradually increasing on the throbbing, lacerated skin of her opponent who remained impassive and completely furious. The latter answered her with a snarl tinged with rancor.
"Argh! Don't touch me, DON'T TOUCH ME!"
The guts inside her writhed bubbling with boiling blood, oozing with the purest, most visceral hatred she had ever felt. A savage, sick hatred that filled her entirely, clouding her thinking with only one goal: to choke the life out of Valentine between her hands. She needed to make her suffer, she needed to hurt, she needed to make her feel the pain she had gone through. She had to rip her skin off while she was still breathing. She craved desperately to spill her nurse's blood. The air around her was horrifyingly tense, enough to cut with a razor.
The restraints finally gave way to Painwheel's overwhelming rage, she tore the leather of the belts that held her prisoner and escaped from the gurney, totally insane. In one leap she snapped her claws over the helpless shoulders of the smug nurse, landing heavily on top of her in a compromising position. The blood was not long in coming and soon stained her trembling fingers, trickling down, completely ruining the white of the gown. Carol looked at her with a grim expression, yielding the weight her jaw down, drooling at the metallic scent that mingled with the stench of alcohol. Impatient, almost hungry. Seething with rage, you could tell her mouth was watering just tasting the fresh scent of blood.
"You're going to pay for everything"
She said in a heavy and horrible hoarse wispering. She trembeled in agitation, anxious to begin to collect all the pain she had gone through, excited to taste the revenge so desired. Carol had the opportunity she longed for in her hands. The surgeon challenged her with a stupid grin, with the certain that the girl would not have the courage to do anything to her, proud and drunk. Ridiculously drunk.
"You would not be able to, my dear Carol"
This phrase greatly annoyed the rabid masked woman, who without a moment's hestation tore the skin under her claws, spilling the so craved blood, the blood that she she so desperately needed to see running under her hands. The proud nurse gasped uneasily, writhing from the insistent pain in her torn skin.
"Ah Carol, Is that all you can do?"
She provoked her once again.
What the heck did that damn doctor wanted? She snorted
Either way Painwheel had no intention of stopping. If Valentine wanted so badly to see everything that she would do to her, the girl would gladly show it to her.
She fell into her senseless swagger. The girl sighed in agitation and licked her left hand, only to, immediately afterwards, hold tightly to the neck of the one she hated so much. On the other hand, her right hand still held her nails between the soft, torn muscle in the shoulder of the cynical woman beneath her. And then pulled at the fleshy fibers of her arm, as if removing a sock, tearing at the bone, taking it in along the way.
The throbbing flesh finally surrendered to Carol's purple fingernails, she dug them in desperately and euphorically as she edged the skin, ripping away the slippery muscle. She found the crunching sound that could be heard as it snapped her arm delicious, mesmerizing even. Never had she imagined that revenge would taste so sweet and so inebriating to her. She wanted more, so much more. Her eyes stabbed Valentine with a venomous, erratic gaze.
The one-eyed girl under the artificial monster let out a choked, chirping moan. The alcohol had gone too far up her head, leaving a feverish sensation over her chest, she barely felt the shallow burn burning above the blood-covered skin. It would certainly take a while for the piercing sting to indicate her broken bone to be felt, barely perceiving a tingling sensation over her arm. She would have sought to free herself from the death grip of the beast above her, but her drunken state could barely let her grope for some scalpel on the floor, her hand weakly trembling and bloody, barely attached to her arm by an out-of-place bone and a torn muscle.
The berserk auburn-haired woman again struck angrily at her opponent's arm, the wetness of her scarlet flesh sprawling across the floor. Valentine whimpered again, her numb limb just beginning to feel the sharp pain, throbbing over her wounded flesh, into her muscle.
But she felt no fear. Maybe it was all that alcohol in her system, or the blood loss she was having.
Or there was just something wrong with her. But he wanted Carol to continue to vent her anger against his body. She needed it now more than ever. She wanted it desperately, it just felt right, all of it. The heavy stench of alcohol and blood made her feel more than drunk, drugged. She squinted her eyes, losing all track of time.
Her shattered limb bled freely, her breath came in short gasps. The dizziness did not let her think or articulate any words clearly, you could say that everything was spinning. And yet it was utterly pleasurable. He wanted to see how far his beloved experiment would go. Soon the tingling turned to blind, harsh pain. She moaned again wearily, squealing in pain, her heart pounding in her ears, dazed.
" Ah Painwheel..."
She murmured almost pleadingly, ecstatic amid hoarse laughter and whimpers. Stinging pain and strange pleasure mingled cumbersomely in her head. She would never have thought that to perish in such a way would feel so indescribably good.
She murmured almost pleadingly, ecstatic between hoarse laughter and moans. The searing pain and the strange pleasure mingled cumbersomely in her head. She would never have thought that perishing in such a way would feel so indescribably good.
Carol growled baring her teeth at the doctor, grinning mischievously. That was what she wanted to see so badly. Valentine's vulnerable raw flesh. The nurse's fragile life, hanging by a thread. She had finally become the hunter and not the prey.
She slowly wrenched the right arm away, making a mess, spilling the flaming crimson onto the stoneware. The metallic aroma rose through the scent of alcohol. Something about the whole sick scenario enchanted her. The throbbing blood and the joy of a vengeance so desired was not the only thing that she was enjoying. There was something else, something indescribable. It was an almost primal need. A kind of hunger she had never felt before. A wild instinct, an undeniable, psychotic desire.
All that could come from Valentine's lips was a whimpering, gasping "Ah". It was an utterly delicious sensation even if it hurt, even though it was costing her life. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't have escaped the situation. But she wouldn't want to anyway. She began to crave more of that satisfying pain. It was a necessity now. She would have begged for more, pleading like a starving animal in search of crumbs. But it was impossible to utter a word, with all those swirling sensations rushing through his mind and the constant shivering that caressed his back. That and the constant back and forth pain, what pain! That tormenting her nervous system was starting to drive her crazy.
Carol meanwhile, greedily devoured the detached arm, biting savagely and drinking the sweet blood emanating from her trophy, furtively chewing the bone that resisted before her desperate teeth with a gurgling sound, staining her gums a deep red. It was not enough, she had to satiate this sickly hunger.
She flung the unrecognizable limb to the other side of the room.
Splat!
She heard the broken flesh fall. She wiped her face with the back of her trembling hand, sighing in agitation, she was sinking into an obsessive delirium, she wanted to consume and bite her fill. Soon she grasped her opponent's face determinedly and came dangerously close, looking into her eyes with that same sick look as before, letting her hot breath cloud her sight. Valentine could barely look at the girl without getting lost in her eyes, absolutely helpless and docile, mesmerized, completely at her mercy.
The next thing Carol would do would be an insane mix between impulse and desire, she didn't think twice or hesitate, she just let her wildest instincts continue the wonderful feast; let them get what she wanted so badly.
The lab rat, now turned executioner, joined her lips with those of that drunken nurse in something akin to a perturbed kiss and bit her tongue in desperation, methodically spilling her reddish blood, tearing at the soft, moist muscle as she bit it in anxiety. The throbbing kiss was painfully reciprocated, choked between gasping whimpers and bathed in a metallic, strong taste. This time the throbbing ran deep, from her tongue to the depths of her loins, leaving her with a burning sensation, almost scorching her entire system. She would have screamed, but fatigue only let her moan in anguish, writhing in agony, intoxicated with pleasure.
" Ngh agh!"
The one-eyed woman could be heard bawling anxiously, bleeding hopelessly as the ravenous beast above her chewed the raw piece she finished claiming as her own with an unpleasant sound. Valentine's ruddy life dripped precariously, her wounds burning harder now, suffocating her, a surge of pleasure surged through her. Carol bit her mouth desperately again, upset taking in gasps of air with each excruciating bite. The nurse was beginning to drown in her own blood, coughing absorbedly between the tearing of her flesh and the insistent buzzing in her head. Sweat mingled with the blood, the air was rapidly running out of her, burning her chest. His body shuddered weakly more out of reflex than anything else.
That blue-haired cynic was distracted ecstatically by the pounding of Painwheel's maddening teeth against her own flesh, flooding her with sick pleasure. Soon those hot bites had wreaked the havoc necessary for Valentine to begin to lose consciousness. All she knew was that her adored experiment had gone down to her neck, greedily tearing it apart, murdering her once and for all, and she could only melt with joy in her last breath until absolute darkness forever covered her already blurred gaze.
And all the while Painwheel, the poor crazed monster was unable to stop her ravenous hunger, even after taking the life of the one she hated so much. It continued to tear off the skin and nibble at the raw flesh, it wanted to completely consume that body that had caused it so much pain. Not just out of hatred. Now that he had tasted the addictiveness of that delicious blood it was like a drug. She lusted for it and she would eat her fill of it until she was tired, until she consumed every drop and every warm muscle fiber. He would eat her because he could, because she needed to.
It was an obligation, her hypnotized senses screaming at her that she must, that she would eat. And she obeyed them. With her pulse a mess and her hands covered in vibrant red she continued to tear, chew, rip and gobble at the frail, dead carcass of the one who had once taken everything she had from her.