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Der Metzgermeister *Content warning*; Oh dear.
Topic Started: Apr 2 2008, 07:00 PM (1,656 Views)
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((Continued from Lost))

Yes? No? Possibly. Not probably. Maybe, though. It was still a possibility, yes. Not a probability, that he knew for sure. Disease... did he really have to worry on an island like this? It was a probable possibility that maybe... he'd have to worry about. He'd die before, though, the knew that. Ooh, this WAS pleasurable. And tasty, yes, quite tasty. It was almost... almost too good to be true. The wet, warm liquid ran down his face, down, far, between his legs. It matted in his hair, his greasy, dark hair that hung loose now at his side.

Because you are what you eat, and you know what it is...

Naked, covered in this sweet, sweet nectar, the kind that really, had no substitute. He lapped it up from it's source, the deep bowl that he now lay upon, dripping with this beautiful sanguine liquid. Once it may have sprayed like a fountain, bursting in all directions, a sea of pleasure for this young, thin boy. This sea of pleasure reminded him of home. His feline companions... they too, experiencing such joy, such happiness before he would tire himself, and they... They would become part of his dreams. Anyone else would find them nightmares, but this boy... it was a sexual pleasure, something he found little of in reality. Oh, their happiness! Screetching, lying amongst their own remains, yes their pain.. his pleasure. He felt no difference between the two emotions anymore.

Blood. That was what people called it. This sweet liquid Viktor Kurchatov caressed himself with, atop the corpse of another student... he didn't bother to recognize. No one could anymore. Now, he had gotten quite intimate with his face.. the parts he couldn't bite off, he cut off with the butterfly sword he kindly left behind. The head, seperated from his shoulders, one of those collars must have exploded... It made it easier to tear out the flesh of his neck. Already blood had sprayed all throughout the showers. How beautiful it was! Gradually, he moved down the boy's chest, dead and now naked as Viktor cut off his clothes; why in death, would he need them? Smoothly the boy caressed his smooth, cold skin, nibbling at his dead, perfect nipples before greedily tearing them from his pale chest, and consuming them.

Viktor, he enjoyed himself. With a face like his, and his genitals painfully burned away, he led a life, devoid of desire, devoid of lust. Of course, that was then. The dead can't say no, can they? He let out a moan as he slid his scarred, spiderlike hand down, between his legs; the cannibal slid inside himself, the animalistic... no, not even... the deranged lust took over. Further, he slid down this dead boy's body. Viktor's head sat now, over the boy's genitalia. Exitement struck Viktor. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before... just... not enough of it. And did it look appetizing. His long tongue ran over the dead penis, slipping around and sucking the warm, salty skin between the fleshy sack, and the base... if only he had been alive, the experience would have been that much greater...

The dead can't say no, no, no, no, no, no they can't!!

The scarred, bloodshot eyes closed and Viktor allowed the corpse's limp penis to enter his mouth, sucking and massaging the genitals, almost forgetting it was a corpse he was preforming oral sex on. The taste, the texture... Viktor feasted hardily on the very essence of pleasure itself, and with every passing minute his enjoyment rose, and rose. His finger still slid in and out of that ravaged valley between his legs, picking up rhythm. He peaked, and-

Bit down. His sharp, pointy teeth tore Karl Van Buren's penis from it's rotting bounds of skin. Viktor ripped and tore, ripped and tore, and swallowed the bloody genetlia piece by piece. His hand reached for the Butterfly Sword, and drove it into the body's torn chest. Viktor cut, and cut, and cut, and cut, repeatedly until he had literally dug a hole inside him. Then, like the cats he had raped and eaten in Highland Beach, he lapped the pooled blood on the floor off, with his tongue, then simply sucking it off. Still he writhed from the vibrant waves of orgasm, further covering himself in these human remains.Not even the boy he'd attempted to frame for the abductions of those pets, Gabriel, would get to this stage. Viktor knew, he was strange, he was definitely a murderer... but this wasn't the type of pleasure he gained from killing.

"Whaaat a wonderful world..."

Viktor's slim, lanky form rolled off of the mangled body and onto the floor of the showers. Blood was smeared, all over his body. This was exactly what he had dreamt about by that tree... lying, covered in blood, satisfied. The naked Viktor stood up, off of the floor, and licked his fingers. More than blood covered them. It was a sight to behold... this short boy, long hair dripping with blood and sicking to his sides. Scars lined his entire body, and the odd sight of a vagina on this blood-covered, disfigured boy (or what looked like a boy at first) was the last straw to cause even some avid viewers to simply get up and leave the room. No doubt this would provide some interesting material for the masses. Viktor winked at the camera, an eerie smile overtaking his face.

He heard footsteps outside, and quickly ducked inside one of the stalls, still naked.

~

((Will and Christian continued from Lost)

Will and Christian, were now lost. Again. They had gains and losses. Will had a gun... Christian got shot. They were in better shape than before, and were more aware than ever despite the lack of sleep. When they reached the shower facility, they expected to be able to find somewhere to hole up, perhaps get a few hours of sleep. All they were met with were strange moaning noises, and a few muffled screams. He couldn't discern who or what was making the noises, and he didn't want to find out. Christian heard footsteps, not from inside, or from Will, and motioned to him to stay close to the wall of the facility. The 357 Magnum revolver rose from Will's pocket and he gripped it tightly, ready to open fire on any unlucky son of a bitch that tried to attack them.
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((Sorry for the shittyness of this post. After that big fucker up there I just wanna be done with this sexually deviant, disturbingly erratic and overall dumb cannibal.))

*clunk*

*pat pat pat*

*gurgle*

*splat*

Viktor could only hear noises beyond the stall door. The footsteps were light... a girl's footsteps. If only she didn't see his bloody footprints... He sat on top of the decreipit toilet inside the stall, still shaking from the previous encounter. He waited, if only for the right moment.

Will looked inside the entrance to the shower facility, and saw something that were it not for Jason Foley surely would have made him sick to his stomach. A corpse - of what he did not know - lay on the ground in front of him. He looked down. Small, bloodied footprints led to a stall at the left side of the facility. Across from him, he saw a girl over in a corner, having recently vomited at the sight of the corpse. He didn't blame her. It had been almost completely flayed alive, and from what he saw of the previous competitions it looked like he had died from a collar explosion. Somebody had... done... something... to his corpse. And he bet that whoever it was, happened to be inside that stall with the footprints. He tapped his fingers on the handle of the hand-cannon. The room was silent.

Now! Now! Now, he would strike, and indulge in the delicious and moist flesh of the girl, that LIVING girl, yes, she would be his!

Viktor burst from the stall, glaring eagerly at the girl on his left. Now, he would strike, now he would consume-

*BAM*

Viktor's gut exploded in a mess of gore, spilling all over the tiled floor. It would be a beautiful sight were his stomach contents not dribbling down his front. The high caliber round blasted apart most of his thin organs, and it was a miracle he still stood. A combination of an incredibly high pain tolerance and utter mania, most likely. But, instead of turning to face his attacker... he just kept moving forward, the old butterfly sword in his hand. His stomach was bleeding, and Viktor's scarred skin turned ever-increasingly pale. All he did was lick his lips.

As that... animal... thing... came out of the stall - Will couldn't tell who or what it was. It's hair, shrouded it's face. It didn't have the figure of a woman, but it didn't have the 'anatomy' of a man either. It was just... a freak. It's skin was scarred in more horrible ways than Will cared to imagine. But it was the thing that brutalized the corpse on the ground, and it DID have a large knife with it.

"You're... one freakish little fucker..."

Will took the shot. The gun had more recoil than he had expected. What was worse is that he had tried to fire it with one hand. The large revolver flew from his hands and onto the ground. Looking up slightly, he could see that he had hit his target, but it still stood. Somehow... Will made a dodge for the revolver on the ground, and he hoped that girl had SOME way to defend herself, because from that... thing... despite it's injuries... she would need it. Will grabbed the gun, but tripped and fell on the slippery floor.

Fuck this, she's not worth the time or the bullets.

Hastily he lept off of his feet, grabbed Christian, and led him out of there.

"Buddy, you don't want to know. Let's just go."

((Will and Christian continued in Clock Tower))
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"I am the master butcher!"

Viktor's deranged screetch was interrupted by a knife stuck in his face. He collapsed. Now. a brain injury isn't just a matter of pain tolerance. You can't just power through them.

They fucking kill you.

B49 - VIKTOR KURCHATOV - DEAD
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