Hey Guys.
This New story thing is going to be a collection of random one-shots. I seemedto write small stories, I get bored quite easily.
Though my other Stories are still being written, but with less passion. So Don't stress, I'll Try and Update those soon.
But this little one shot here, is very random, but I think I've written the first part quite well. But that's Just Me.
And Thanks To The People who reviewed on my latest story. Gives some Lurrrvvveee ;) There You go, And a Cookie? Gives Cookie
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The Thrill.
She was frozen with fear. "Little old Raven's afraid" he laughed manically.
She shivered, he was a sick man; the way he lived his life, gaining satisfaction from other's pain.
He raised his left foot and placed it on Raven's chest, just under her breasts. He pressed his foot down and she gasped.
He grinned as he applied more pressure. He was excited, no doubt, he didn't want to rush, that's all. Many times before he had found himself finishing his fun unsatisfied, though he had tortured for hours, to him it only seemed like minutes.
He pressed down even harder, hearing her scream made him feel pleased.
He had done this many times; he was almost a pro, the same schedule each time, altering it slightly to each victim.
Victim, he laughed at this word, it made him feel as if he were a murderer or a rapist.
He kept pressing down until he heard that final crack, she screamed out, desperate for relief. He lifted up his foot and she gasped for air. He grinned hysterically, that first rush was fulfilled, but he wanted more.
He traced her gorgeous curves making a gash through her outfit and into her skin. He watched the blood drip generously from the wound. She began to cough, he frowned. It was putting him off. He looked up at her, she was couching up blood.
"Shit" he mumbled under his breath. This had happened before, mainly the last few times; maybe he was getting carried away?
"Nah" he said to himself before pouring her a cup of water. He didn't like mess, he tried to avoid it, but almost every time there was a mess that needed to be cleaned.
He put the cup to her mouth and tilted it a little bit, he took the cup away and she gasped for air.
Some say he was sick, but in other ways he was kind, after all, he wasn't out to kill his victims. Ha-ha, Victims.
He set the cup on the ground and focused his attention on Raven. He grabbed on to her legs and gently felt her smooth skin. Right or Left?
He clutched her left knee and twisted it until it was put out of place. She squealed, oh the joy this was bringing to his ears, this was his thrill; it may not be normal but it was his thrill. The thing that pumped his blood, that made him high, that made him feel ecstatic, torture.
He was about to reach for her arm when he stopped himself, he was going too far. But just one more, he pleaded his mind; he craved that one last bit of torture.
He gave in; he reached for her hand, but then thought of a better way. He stood up and looked at her body. A lifeless form; almost like a rag doll. He caught a glimpse of her right arm, he had almost forgotten.
He placed his foot next to her fingers and grinned a little, he pressed his heel down on her fingers and she whimpered a little. He smiled again, enjoying the crackles coming from hr fingers.
He sat down and pulled the kit into his lap; he unlatched the lock and pulled out a pair of scissors. He leaned over her body and pulled at a lock of her violet hair; he snipped a bit off and sealed it in a plastic bag.
He placed it back in his kit and latched the lock back up, he sighed; his fun was over. He tied a blind fold around her head and took another look at his final product, it was his best yet. Lately they hadn't been feeding his thrill, but Raven finally gave him that thrill after months of not getting that delight.
He grinned and left her body to lie there for hours on end, before a savoir would come to her rescue.
Robin sighed, this place was wild guess. The team had been searching for hours and hadn't found a trace.
He slid the tin door open and waited for the dust to settle before trying search the warehouse.
He took a few steps before stopping to feel the chilly air around him. "Raven?" his voice rang out, cutting the deadly silence.
A few light coughs could be heard in reply. He saw Raven's body slumped in heap only a few mere meters from himself.
He found himself staring at her frail body, lying limp; he noticed the gash near her waist, it was bleeding quite heavily. He ripped off his cape and was about to wrap it around her when she whimpered. He frowned and gently touched her waist; she flinched.
Robin pulled out his communicator. "Titan's I found her" he stated simply, not wanting to go into great detail.
"Is she okay?" Beastboy's face showed up on the screen.
"I.. J.. I.. don't.." He stuttered.
"IS SHE OKAY?" Beastboy yelled, startling Robin.
"Just.. Hurry.. And bring the T-car" he sighed, snapping it shut before Beastboy could get another word in.
He removed the blind-fold covering her eyes; her eyes were dull and faded, like the colour had been drained from them.
He placed his cape to her wound and waited, brushing the hair out of her face every so often.
He once again began to look her up and down, staring bewilderedly at her left knee. The bone was out of place, almost sticking out of the skin. He noticed that the bruising had started to form around knee in the shape of two hand marks.
"Robin where he – Oh god"
Awhh. Yeah, Your Guessed it, It's Not checked :P.
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I sound like one of those charaities. Rofl.
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