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| �?�?/FONT> SHE'D EAT YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. |  | | .Chapter 1: breaking the shell that restricts her. | The significance of evil in our world is as great as it’s antithetical counterpart in good. Although we have been coerced into believing that we must only allow the virtuousness within to encompass us while eschewing evil, it is undeniable that the latter exists and cannot permanently be banished. Whether it is through self admittance or our fellow brothers and sisters so eloquently stating it, a mixture of good and evil exists in us all and sometimes, one might overpower the other, despite our natural inclination to restrain. It’s almost like it has taken a form of it’s own, only one that inhabits our bodies and eats our souls away. Although it is only in the absence of willingness to do good that evil exists, for many years mankind has masked his or her evil intent by doing things that are of good nature for reasons other than the progression of mankind. Perhaps one, although evil, desires to be seen as possessing genuine goodness. This very same pretentious behavior exists within our society today. However, in the capricious future that stands before us, it is unknown whether this behavior shall prevail and not be ditched for newer means of stripping humans of the self respect they were naturally intended to possess. A nurse tip toed across the pathway between what looked like jail cells and led to nothing but a wall that would have read ‘dead end�?if it were featured in an episode of tom and jerry. In the dimly lit passage, her clean white clothing stood out and turned the heads of patients that remained awake during the nights. She seemed like the epitome of innocence, basking in her angelic glow that the lighting in the room favored, pushing a medical cart stacked with sedatives and several sterilized needles, probably to put the miserable sons of bitches to sleep. The casters screeched as the cart moved across the unleveled pavement, coercing a loud scream from throat of one of the patients. Arachne’s bright green eyes shot open at once upon hearing Matilda’s cry for help. The old woman was placed at such a distance from the cannibal but the two often conversed from across the hallway. It did disrupt other patients but their well being certainly did not concern Matilda nor Arachne. “Nurse!�?the familiar voice of the cannibal was heard, breaking against walls that sheltered them from the world. “Oh, nurse!�?she repeated, only in a much saccharine tone now. The medical cart stopped in front of Arachne’s glass box and the nurse came forward from behind it. She was a rather stout woman, one the cannibal would have loved to feast on upon instinct but she had been restrained behind the metal restraint mask around her mouth the times they met prior to this one. “Can I help you, Arachne?�?/FONT> she asked upon approaching the glass and placing her hands upon it, big mistake. Arachne, who was seated in the corner, brought herself to her feet and approached the glass separating them from the opposite end. As she saw the woman, her mouth watered and then her tongue slipped out from between her lips and licked the pink luscious flesh that concealed her sharp teeth. “Have you received any news from Mr. O’Brien for me?�?she asked, her voice slightly muffled as she bit on her bottom lip while speaking. The woman nodded her head in response. “No, dear,�?she said politely and then smiled softly. Though she had just recently been transferred to this centre, she had been made aware that the cannibal desired to be treated with the same respect she treated others. Arachne always expected the mouths of people to speak for them as their actions were never certain. “Are you sure?�?she inquired, coaxing her to recall again. It was clear to her that Arachne spoke out of desperation this time. “Yes, Miss Arachne,�?she replied again. “I am certain.�?/FONT> Her confidence simply excited the cannibal. “Please,�?she said. “Arachne only.�?/FONT> “Yes, Arachne.�?/FONT> “If Mr. O’Brien contacts you again, would you let me know?�?she continued before the nurse could say anything. “He sounded rather surreptitious from his last phone call. I wouldn’t like it if he sounded that way again. Matilda told me she wouldn't either.�?/FONT> “I definitely will,�?assured the nurse before she turned around to go. “Wait!�?/FONT> The loud, demanding tone made her freeze any body movements she was about to make. She turned back around to face the cannibal who was still looking at her. “If he hasn’t signed for me to leave this facility, why hasn’t he placed Gabriella Riley in it?�?/FONT> inquired the cannibal with a thirst for new information regarding her opponent this week. “Pardon me?�?/FONT> asked the nurse perplexed. “Gabriella Riley is just as insane as me, isn’t she?�?she questions as though needing a response. “She is just as much a threat to society and should be condemned with the likes of me, to a jail cell that restricts us from the freedom that was originally a birthright to us.�?/FONT> Not knowing how to answer Arachne, the stout woman stood silently before her glass box. “Perhaps Gabby would enjoy that cell,�?she states and then points forward. The cell across Arachne’s only glass enclosed box was empty. It had been empty for the past couple of years and remained that way due to the suicide that took place six years ago within that same cell. The man who’s life existed within the square gazed at the green eyed cannibal rather lustfully. He would watch her actions daily during the course of the week that he lasted until one Friday when she finally gave him the cognizance he desired. Garnering the attention of this cannibal was something the patients at that facility learned never to acquire. She stared blankly at the man for at least 67 hours, not a blink obstructed her intense glare when she did. At three after midnight, the guard found the resident of that cell, his body suspended three feet over the uneven pavement, a rope around his neck. They constantly questioned where the rope had come from, they never found the answer to this day. But she remained, her piercing green eyes burning holes through the shatter proof glass that was built around her. “I don’t know what to say,�?the nurse simply said finally. She had been told of the tragedy but thought it was best to keep mum about the subject. However, she was unaware that Arachne, our favorite truth seeker saw right through her. “You don’t have to say anything,�?stopping mid sentence to peer over the nurse’s name tag, she read out: “Doris.�?/FONT> “Alright,�?the nurse replied. “I have to go now, Arachne. I need to put your friend to sleep.�?/FONT> The nurse left but Arachne kept on talking. Some of the patients with less of a mental instability wondered to who. They sometimes questioned her sanity but nevertheless, heard what she had to say. “You see, Matilda,�?/FONT> she said now, standing erect before her glass cell. Even though she knew Matilda was asleep, she still spoke loudly. “I met this new friend that signed with the same company O’Brien has allowed to me wrestle within. Her name is Gabriella Riley and though I have not conversed with her face to face, I have been within the same vicinity she has, a bit closer than she was aware of. She’s a sweet girl, Mati, just like yourself. Actually, the resemblance is uncanny. She told me the story of her childhood. The shell that was once Gabriella Riley was once very quixotic. She was thrust into the world some of us are not given the pleasure to live in as a child of God. However, through the suffering that Jesus believed she should endure to build the foundation of her strong bones, he birthed her into a family and chaos immediately ensued.�?/FONT> A smirk spread over the face of Arachne as she announced those last words. “Baby Jesus gave her two parents that represented opposite ends of the spectrum just like your Robert and Jessica, Mati. Her father was simply a beast who endured life as a reject and for that he would come home and take his frustrations out on the two females that once made him smile." her pyschoanalysis was spot on. She was a medical student at one point afterall. "He would force his manhood into the tiny hole that was once Gabriella Riley’s clitoris, attempting to widen it for future clients that would soon visit it. Gabby has not revealed what happened to her dear father but we will find out soon, won’t we?�?she paused momentarily. “What of her mother?�?she continued. “Gabriella Riley’s mother had a penchant for baseball bats. One would assume it because she had constantly been hammered over the head with one. Perched over the couch, the unfortunate Missus received several blows into her anus hole. She would then proceed to fulfill the duties a house wife usually would.�?/FONT> With the soft but sharp kissing of her teeth, Arachne nodded her head from side to side. “But that was not it for our little Gabby, was it? She was coerced into the world outside of the hell her father created at home. It was there that she realized home was not truly as bad as she was lead to believe and that our world was the playground of evil in which her house was simply a fraction of. Gabriella was then thrust into the world as she experienced growing pains. She felt weakness overcome her body but it was simply a wave that rushed through, passing by her. She managed to feel the calm again but it was different this time. Gabriella Riley had grown into a woman. After all, an omelet can only be made by cracking the shell of an egg.�?/FONT> Her lips stopped at that moment and a subtle smirk came upon her face. It was subtle due to her overpowering eyes, so bright that always encapsulated us in shroud of darkness. “As our once young Gabby re entered the world, she took with her the same wisdom her father indirectly bestowed upon her. She lived her life in his shoes, unable to bear children with her husband Dillion Durst due to the fact that she was aware of the monster that her father left within her every time her pierced his penis into the dark, dark hole that subconsciously embraced it. Today she continues to prod on with that same penis existing between her legs.�?/FONT> She feels another rush of restriction and throws her head back before laughing loudly. Her friend still does not awaken. “Gabby Gabby Gabby,�?Arachne repeats slowly, nodding her head in the process. “When will you realize the error of your ways?�?/FONT> she takes a contemptuous tone while implying but it was not intended. “You are simply doing to others what your father has done unto you. Your troubled past does not concern the people around you, Gabrielle, and you are simply showing them a form of yourself that is only a façade you’ve erected in place of that once innocent but human girl you were. Is it because you desire to be impervious to the hurt? Do you feel that not being able to be bruised makes you a stronger person? You will see the error of your ways after our meeting in the ring, my dear. You will accept the harm I cause you for it will not be out of spite but because I truly love you as if you were my own daughter. Although it is only a year that separates us, I feel that I have acquired more knowledge in the field and I shall thrust that upon you. I will make you feel weak after our match just so you can experience true strength afterwards.�?/FONT> The sound of a bird flying interrupted Arachne. It had squeezed in from the small window with bars that only Matilda’s cell possessed. What looked like a pigeon started to peck away at Matilda’s lifeless body that lay still on her bed. “Since you so sweetly filled us in on your, dare I say, ‘past�?�?she says. “I thought it was only fitting that you knew of my experiences. I was also a child like you, an only child with two wonderful parents. No, they were not like your parents in the least bit, they never beat me and they loved me dearly. They treasured me like I was one of the rarest diamonds one would only hope to find in this world but the problem was, I was not satisfied. I could not seek solace in either one nor was I gratified by the actions they had taken. I found myself loathing them from a very young age as they represented another entity. One day, I managed to make my father surrender,�?said Arachne with such ease. She was so proud of that accomplishment. “I reached down with my bare hands and plucked the true evil out from within the deep pits of his stomach. It was there, I tell you. I found it. Since then, my father and I began to have a relationship that made my mother cringe. She experienced pangs of jealousy when he caressed me gently, when he spent more time with me than he did with her, when he fucked me so hard and I,�?pausing momentarily to left a soft moan escape her lips she said: “I loved every second of it.�?/FONT> Suddenly you looked at her like she was a different person now; with such contempt, resentment and were regretful of her birth. “It was I who encouraged it, I seduced to get it,�?she explained. “I wholeheartedly embraced the pains I had caused the two of them. They swirled in it, disturbed by the newfound uneasy feeling I had suddenly brought them. I tolerated their bickering at first. Eventually, tolerance would not suffice so I killed them and ate their bodies like my natural instincts told me too. I ate any last bit of their existence as I loathed that it was them who brought be into this world. I loathed their desire to appear as people possessing virtue in this world when they did infact, use it to fulfill their own gratifications. Evil existed within them but they did not acknowledge it. They used me as pawn to continue living their hopeless lives and it was I who put them out of their misery.�?/FONT> Her face was now the poster that fueled hatred within the souls of many who heard this and she embraced that too. Twirling around in her cell as it made her giddy, she let out soft laughter as she did so. Coming to a full stop, she turned her attention back to the empty cell before her. “It is shameful that the two of us have to be against each other, Gabriella dear. We are actually playing different parts to the same purpose in this game. We are both evil, one through nature, the other through self indulgence. I shall represent your father figure in this match, the one who guided you in the wrong direction for your own good. The helping hand of your family that smacked against your fat lips in order to knock some sense into you. Likewise, I will create craters within the smooth skin of your body. I will destroy you but not completely, so you can be remodeled. Rebuilt as a stronger, more comprehensible being that marches to the beat of my drum,�?/FONT> she explained with such grace. “Don’t fret my dear for it is for your own good.�?/FONT> Her eyes suddenly moved away, towards the cell that her friend dwelled in. She whispered softly, “Matildddaaa, Matilddddaaa..�?/FONT> And the woman woke up at once. Two hours later, her lifeless body lay perched over the bars of the cell. She had suffocated herself. | | Disclaimer: Some very talented man(nico)made this for me. Steal it if you please because it's common knowledge all you cunts wish you were me. | | | | |
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| �?�?/FONT> SHE'D EAT YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. | | | .Chapter 2: One foot in, one foot out. | “She killed her!�?/FONT> Arachne declared, wide eyed and enraged. “It was 11:47 when Doris Singer came into this wing of the hospital, I heard her. I called out to her and I talked to her.�?/FONT> A man sits directly in front of Arachne as she is restrained from making any abrupt movements, any ones that would enable her to tear his face out and eat it at least. Her restraint mask is present and sealed over her mouth area, covering the one weapon that could not be seized from her and one that muffled her voice. “What did you talk about?�?the man asks, jotting down notes while periodically gazing at her from time to time. He had been one of their more confident interrogators, although confidence wouldn’t exactly be the proper term to describe a man putting his life in such jeopardy. He was truly an imbecile but an imbecile with a brave heart, one Arachne would gladly classify as a delicacy. “I called on her and inquired if she had received any messages from my boss,�?Arachne states simply. Aside from the restraint mask disabling her from showing any emotion, she had no expression on her face throughout the rest of the interview. “And?�?he asks diligently. “No word from him,�?she said. “I then kindly asked Doris to please notify me if Mr. O’Brien does wish to contact me in the future. While I did, I glanced over at the medical cart she has brought with her. She had general anesthetics with her, in excess amounts, so much so that it weighed the cart down causing the casters to make sounds as it sped down the passage. After that, it did not make that intense of a sound as it wheeled across the pavement, she had lessened her load. I suppose after highly sedating Matilda, she took the initiative to end her miserable life,�?Arachne explains and then even though the man could not see it, she smiled. He arched an eye brow and leaned forward despite constant protests that demanded he not bother inching closer towards the cannibal. “So you’re trying to say that Mrs. Singer’s intentions to kill the woman were due to the fact that she was senile?�?/FONT> “Exactly,�?Arachne responds immediately. “Doris told me a great many times during the short while that she worked here of her intentions.�?The nurse had been fired on instinct after Arachne’s claims. “She instilled this trust in me, assuming someone with my record could sympathize with her nature. She told me about the many leeches she had encountered in the world, how much she despised that they increased their impact on earth and plotted to end their useless lives. I guess she was the kind to preserve mankind, you know?�?/FONT> The man gazes at her with great perplexity, squinting his rectangular green eyes in the process. “Why were you awake during that time, Miss..�?/FONT> he paused, expecting her to continue his sentence, similar to how he was trying to piece together this puzzle. “I have transient insomnia, check the records,�?she suggests. “The patients here consider me their night owl, watching over them and protecting their lives from the society that, to be more succinct - wants to rid the earth of us scums. They believe we are holding them back, selfishly utilizing all their facilities, their medical benefits, it is with their hard earnings that we are allowed to live. They are off working in a world of perfect bodies, perfect minds and neighbors while we are helping legalize dope on their pristine streets and making a fortune. They envy us, covet what he have because we simply wile away our days within these four walls, given an abundance of time to think, to consider. But take my word on it it, they won't ever admit that.�?/FONT> “And you are not part of these people you speak of,�?he means to state but it comes off as though he’s inquiring. “You have got a job yourself, a rather good job I might add.�?/FONT> “The money I earn is donated to an abundance of hospitals, anonymously of course,�?she says. “Why that’s quite generous of you, Miss,�?he says, a soft smile brewing upon his face for the first time. “Quite charitable.�?/FONT> “I never claimed to be charitable,�?she corrects immediately. “It is against my will that the money is donated. It is simply stripped from me and handed over to any place that would take it and you know how people love money.�?/FONT> “Truer words have never been spoken,�?/FONT> he quips. “It does not bother me,�?she continues. “Money is of no importance to me. It obviously wouldn’t be of any significance with the lack of freedom I possess.�?/FONT> Nodding his head impatiently, he tends to detour from the subject she’s chosen to speak of. “So why should I believe you when you said that Mrs. Singer killed the old lady? Perhaps it is just you trying to cover for yourself.�?/FONT> A maniacal laughter was heard from behind her restraint mask, of course it sounded quite muffled but you could tell what its intentions were. “How could I have possibly walked all the way there just to strangle her?�?questioned Arachne, she smelt blood being carried in bottles, she could tell from clinking sounds the glasses made. They had extracted all blood out of Matilda’s body to have it tested, they took every drop as they did not want future evidence that suggested she died in another manner. “That is absolute nonsense. First of all, I would have eaten the evidence and secondly, you have no right to make such claims." The man glanced at her momentarily and then shrugged it off. “I’m sorry,�?he said sincerely. “I was just taking every guess that one would have and judging from your criminal records,�?/FONT> “We do not have time for guesses, Robert,�?/FONT> she interjects. “Guessing is not professional nor courteous.�?/FONT> Staring at her, a great amount of anger displayed on his face, he couldn’t fathom her. He did not understand why this was. Perhaps it was because she killed people and ate their flesh and that was beyond his understanding. He slammed the notebook on his chair upon standing up and reaching the level of her eyes. “That’s all for today,�?/FONT> he said coldly and then exited the glass cell. Upon making his exit, he turned back around and thanked her for helping with the Matilda Hamilton case. A wry smile was worn on her face as the restraint mask came off and she found herself trapped inside the glass box again. Since she had behaved well during the ‘interview�?that morning, her caretaker granted her some amount of free time where she would be allowed on the outside of the institution for a breath of fresh air. Arachne decided it was best to take this opportunity and accept that interview Edgar Ashburn had so desperately desired to set up days ago. They invited Ashburn to join her while she was in her glass cell but he refused at once. Now she was able to smell the fear in Ashburn quite easily. She was completely lost in a stupendous field of grass, lost within herself at least. Twirling around gracefully and taking deep breaths of the fresh air that was available in a plenitude, she was in a state of tranquil. Edgar Asburn was not too far away from her, even though he would much rather be. Of course her arms and legs were secured by metal locks that were suspended from the thin wire railing above and prevented her from attacking Ashburn, if she chose to. ‘Edgar,�?she would say. “You can come a little closer you know. I DON’T bite.�?/FONT> But the man had enough sense not to trust the green eyed cannibal and stayed at a safe distance from her now as he inquired about her upcoming match this week. “So you ever wonder why you and Gabriella were singled out in the vixen’s division and given your own match when there is a fatal four way opening exhibition tonight? I mean, Mr. O’Brien could of added you two in to spice up the match. What makes the two of you girls so special?�?/FONT> he asked, his tone was quite soft as he spoke because he did not want to offend her. Arachne glanced over at Edgar Ashburn and smirked, she had just the answer for that. “Aaron has a penchant for getting crazy brunettes into trouble. Haven’t you seen the woman he’s with? She’s a buxom blonde with the personality of a cardboard. There’s nothing to her but those big breasts that we all know entice him, whether he denies this or not. Aaron is just looking for some easy pussy and he’s found it. Didn’t you see what his sister did to him the week prior to this, Edgar? He hates everything she represents and I believe that Gabriella and myself are only a faction of that,�?/FONT> she proudly declares. “Also, I think he fears for the lives of the other women in the opening match. I have not met any of them, though I’m sure I will soon, but I believe other than Marissa Blade, we’d tear through them with such ease. Gabriella is a woman of many talents, I truly believe that. She seems to be one of the best on the roster, in the vixen’s division at least and I must say, it is with honor that I get to take the big one down before knocking out the smaller women that have recently signed with the company.�?/FONT> She received an instantaneous response from Ashburn, he nodded his head in agreement. Deciding it was best not to argue with her, he continued to his next question. “Well it is rather nice of you to be so modest. But I have gathered some information from Gabriella’s recent interview, I believe she went to see a shrink,�?he was about to continue on but Arachne interjected by laughing in a shrill manner. “Why must she visit a shrink when I could have easily provided her with the same kind of service? Now despite the fact that I consider myself to be upfront with her situation, I would much rather take my advice as opposed to the man she went to. I believe his name was Bernie? He seemed so circuitous and puzzling and did not give her any solutions. The poor girl got ripped off, I think she should ask for a refund,�?she pauses for a mere moment and then inquires, “What did you gather from her visit?�?/FONT> “Well first off, she didn’t appreciate the way you told her story. She didn’t like the fact that you passed judgment on her,�?he delivered carefully. “But she wasn’t intensely infuriated now, was she? I believe she misunderstood what I was talking about. I never said I would defeat her with ease after all but merely stated that I am going to try my best for reasons that would only be beneficial to her. I am confident in myself, Eddy, to say the least. I believe a person should strive to achieve as much as they can even though they are stepping on the toes of others. I wouldn’t mind stepping on little Gabby’s toes but why must it be taken in the wrong manner? We will both leave that ring as winners but in a different sense.�?/FONT> Edgar nodded his head at once. “Why of course, both of you will.�?/FONT> Arachne had a tendency to ignore the interviewer at times, as depicted in her earlier session, she had a knack for going off on a tangent. “I have endured a loss this week already. I lost a friend, Edgar. What’s even worse is that they extracted every drop off blood from her body and when I saw her today, she still looked alive. I’m under the assumption that our supervisor had her dressed in make up because it led him to believe she was still alive somewhere in there. He could not bare the guilt that trickled down the crown of his head in the form of sweat beads. In the same sense, Gabriella Riley’s mother could not look at her child after she failed to protect her daughter from the strong hands of the man that ruined both their lives. Failure is a bastard, isn’t it?�?/FONT> Ashburn nodded. “Now about YOUR past,�?he said. “It was no mystery, you disclosed that you have had sexual relations with your own father and I was wondering why?�?/FONT> “I explained already,�?/FONT> said Arachne. “Gabriella is wrong. I did NOT have a normal, childhood. I was NEVER a normal child. It was not anything that caused my actions other than nature. Both my parents were kind and loving towards me but the evil inside me could not be contained. I was bound to ruin their lives either way, they are quite lucky it happened sooner than later.�?/FONT> “Interesting,�?/FONT> Edgar quipped before concluding the interview. “It was nice talking to you, Arachne. You’re not at all what they say you are.�?/FONT> Her eyes moved from the ground towards him and she implied: “And what do they say I am?�?/FONT> Pausing momentarily, he glanced at her and said: “They think you’re a crazy bitch.�?/FONT> Dropping her jaw immediately, she lunged forward and seemed like she intended to rip his head off with her teeth. Edgar Ashburn squealed and rushed towards the side. He heard her cackle and then sprinted off, running as fast as his feet would take him. I guess that was there the interview ended. | | Disclaimer: Some very talented man(nico)made this for me. Steal it if you please because it's common knowledge all you cunts wish you were me. | | | |
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| �?�?/FONT> SHE'D EAT YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. | | | .Chapter 3: The final cut. | A faint sobbing heard in the distance turned into full blown wailing, ringing in the ears of our precious Arachne. She slept in her cell, on the pristine white sheets, her body spread over it neatly. Her head was kept straight, only her lucid green eyes would move towards the left, indicating that the crying came from that end of the hall. One of the patients wept after the death of Matilda, due to lack of understanding on the subject. Arachne felt agitated, she was unable to get the required rest she wished to that evening before her match. “SHUT UP!�?/FONT> she yelled upon springing up in her bed. No one had seen this much enthusiasm from our cannibal in quite a while. She was usually a calm, collected and most definitely a calculating one. Though she usually wore a serene smile on her face, it was quite stupid not to assume that she was contemplating the most scurrilous of things. The crying got louder as she scolded the weeping patient. That certainly wasn’t going to stop anytime soon so she planned to take a trip somewhere. Although it was with much difficulty that she forced her way out of the institution, she finally got her way. Two boys accompanied her on her visit, one named Horace and the other, Jack. They were around the age of eighteen but had an immense training and possessed abnormal strength. Due to their monstrous size, they let Arachne lead them, shackles around her ankles and wrists as if she were their prisoner. “I feel like I need to go see a shrink,�?she told the guard at the institution. “What for?�?he asked, astonished at her request. Arachne had never asked to visit a psychiatrist before, solely because of the fact that she had previously worked as one. “Why would you of all people need to visit a psych?�?/FONT> “All these years I’ve believed myself to be above all this psychiatrist bullshit,�?she quips, but then holds her hand up knowing what he’s about to respond with. “Yes, yes, I was one myself but the patients I came across drove me absolutely insane. No amount of blogs or journals can contain these psychotic people and there‘s no point in reasoning with them.�?/FONT> “So why exactly do you want to see one then?�?/FONT> he had asked. “I want to see what it’s like to be on the giving end and not the receiving.�?/FONT> That statement had so many levels and one could not begin to fathom what exactly she meant by that. The car sped across the building and then proceeded to encircle it, much like a certain psychiatrist would be upon meeting Arachne on this rather lonesome night. Arachne stepped out of the car, her men Jack and Horace, followed behind closely. Her movements were quick, abrupt and translated as dominance to the men, it was almost like she was the one yanking them along like dogs. They arrived at the lobby, ready to tackle any obstruction that prevented them from going upstairs to a Dr. Bernie Sullivan, the same psychiatrist that was seen dealing with one of his clients in Gabriella Riley earlier in the week. Surprisingly, no one had bothered to prevent the cannibal from getting to her prey and she was saddened by this. A challenge always intrigued Arachne but when one was not provided, she felt an indescribable emotion within her. “Dr. Sullivan,�?/FONT> the receptionist said. “Miss Riley is here to see you.�?/FONT> That’s odd, he thought. Gabriella had not made an appointment today but nevertheless, he let her in. A creaking noise came from the door sliding open. The room was the same as portrayed in Gabriella’s promo this week. Arachne stepped across the threshold, much to Bernie’s dismay. “You’re not Miss Riley,�?/FONT> he made quite an observation. “Who are you?�?he inquired when she did not answer. “Well, we’ve accomplished that I’m not Gabriella,�?/FONT> she says, trying to find some sense of humor within herself just for him. “My name is Dominique Smith, Dr. Smith,�?/FONT> she stated coyly, exaggerating on the last mention of her name. “Gabriella Riley is a close friend of mine, a former patient if you are wondering how the two of us met,�?/FONT> explained Arachne. Bernie gazed at her for a minute, a look of uncertainty crossed his face but he smiled and that was enough to ensure her that he believed her story. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Smith,�?he said, extending his hand as he rose from his chair and the two of them shook hands firmly. “Please, call me Dominique,�?she suggested. Then their attention was brought towards Horace and Jack who stood behind Arachne. With a smile, she introduced the two of them as well. “These are my... sons, The one to the right is Jack; the older one; Horace.�?/FONT> “Nice to meet you two,�?/FONT> said Bernie and then gestured for the three to take a seat. The two men rejected the offer but Arachne found herself sitting in the same love seat Gabriella Riley wept in. His eyes were fixated on the rather beautiful Doctor that sat before him. She seemed to exude confidence and it puzzled him as he was so used to seeing an emotionally broken person sitting in the same seat. The green eyed beauty met his glance, she smiled politely. He saw her eyes gazing at him, the eyes were not ostentatiously sweet, not reproachful, not malicious; simply blank. Even then, he felt a certain uneasy feeling coming over him. “So why is it that you tried to reach out to me, Dominique?�?he asked when she didn’t say anything. “Any possible problems I have caused Miss Riley?�?/FONT> “Gabriella is a very sweet girl,�?Arachne assures, her answer comes quite suddenly. “I know, she WAS a patient of mine. Do you know why she isn’t anymore?�?/FONT> asked Arachne as though she wanted him to take a wild guess. “She had come to me one day, pleading with me to listen to her stories. The girl is so delusional sometimes, Bernie. You mind if I call you Bernie?�? “Go for it,�?he said, sitting at the edge of his seat eagerly. “She’s made up stories to me about her parents abusing her constantly. She once told me that her father inserted his penis into a certain hole in her body,�?Arachne says with a wink, loosening herself up on the love seat, hands hanging from both sides of the handles. “At first I presumed it was the vagina but then she started to go more into detail. She told me he put it in her mouth and I’m quite certain we all know what happens after that, let’s not deny the knowledge we have, not even when it comes to the obscenities. But then young Gabby tells me that she bit him there instead. She went into graphic detail about her past just because of the rush of emotion she was feeling at the time. When I told her that I sympathized with her father, she lashed out on me. See these wounds?�?/FONT> she asked upon holding her left hand up. “She bit me and she wouldn’t stop. There was something so animalistic about her that time, it scared me.�?/FONT> Being the natural actress she was, Arachne looked as though she had just been faced with that situation. “That is when I stopped seeing Gabriella Riley, Bernie.�?/FONT> Nodding his head, he showed that she understood Arachne. A wry smile came upon her face, some who knew the truth would have known that she was recalling her own story and not Gabriella's. “I am truly sorry for your experience with one of my clients, one of YOUR former clients, Dominique,�?he said. “But I must ask, how does this concern me?�?/FONT> “I watched a tape of one of your sessions with her, she asked me to,�?Arachne stated coldly. “It would stun you how much courage I have to face that girl with the number she did on me but I approach her with much caution now, Bernie. I have come here to warn you that you must as well, unless of course, you want her permanent teeth marks etched into any part of your body and seeing as you possesses something I did not,�?/FONT> she says, gazing at his crotch at that very instant, “It might end up being.. there.�? Another smile on her face, even though polite, seemed quite inappropriate after a ludicrous statement like that. “I see you’ve angered her quite a bit, even made physical contact with the poor young girl, Bernie. After years of study, I’m certain you must know that physical contact with a female of abuse, being a male yourself, is quite inappropriate, especially locking her in an embrace. It only prompts me to wonder, do you harbor a certain attraction towards young Gabby?�?/FONT> His face fell but hers remained the same, only much sterner. “What?�?/FONT> he asks in disbelief. “What the hell do you mean, Dominique?�?/FONT> She said nothing but simply got up from the loveseat and approached him. Her gaze was still the same but only now a smile spread from ear to ear on her face, she felt her intentions were quite clear now. Jack ensured that the door was locked, the phone lines had been cut and Bernie was in there with the animal as the two of them stood at the door. “Dominique might have been my birth name but it’s Arachne now,�?she said. He looked at her horrified. “You’re who Gabriella was talking about before I ended our session yesterday,�?/FONT> he managed to mutter. “And it was your last one,�?she said, her hands dropping to the sides of his seat, almost like she was using her body as a cage to trap him within. He gazed over at the two men who simply watched. “DO SOMETHING!�?he shouted through the fear that couldn’t have been more visible on his face now. “Sorry,�?Jack said apologetically, he true was. “We work for her now.�?/FONT> Immediately throwing her body over his, the cannibal proceeded to tear into his cheeks as he let out loud screams. Screams Gabriella Riley would be mirroring in that ring tonight. | | Disclaimer: Some very talented man(nico)made this for me. Steal it if you please because it's common knowledge all you cunts wish you were me. | | | |
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