The great beast upon his Throne watched with an etched smile and dauntingly amused pupils fixated upon the tiny creature he called his dearest. His gaze was intensely upon the Jawa as he made his selection of a suitable friend to play with, taking note of each one he passingly considered, and assessing his taste in company.
It was blue, saggy, (possibly female?) and rather funny looking in Zambrano's mind. It desperately wanted him to just, tear off that excess flesh to see if anything else within him sagged the say his exterior flesh did. Do organs get fat? These were mysteries that Zambrano absolutely must know, and he was glad that Mishk was so enthused to find out as well.
A delicate spray of blood was seen through the darkness, and Zambrano's all observing eyes flickered with a delightful baby blue within the goldish-red of his current irises, pleased as the person fell whimpering before him more loudly than the rest of them as pleading hopeless eyes looked into his. The Jawa stepped backwards and paused a moment, and those multi-colored eyes were golden with a happy wait for what he was preparing. The Hutt could almost see the ash from the burned hopes and dreams of all those delicate friends, rise in the air and congregate into an acidic cloud before the Jawa as he called upon his closest ally in the force.
Curious, with blue tinted eyes, the Hutt wished to observe the world as Mishk did, and with a careful careese, an oily tentacle fell upon his tiny shoulder, and crawled subtly into his ear. Delightful madness jolted in waves through that stealthily placed probe, but the sludgy serpent crawled over the mazes and ate the dead things as it happened upon his eyes. With flat, sharp teeth, the serpentine probe vampirically bite into the back of Mishk's eye, soaking in his personal delusions.
When those eyes opened, Zambrano became aware of the swarm of wasps he had formed into the ashen cloud, feeling and sharing in his delight of his accomplishment, observing from his perspective as the man was then assaulted with the power of the mad apprentice. Zambrano then cut off the delicate subtle snake from Mishk's mind (leaving its oily presence to be fed upon by the nightmares of the Jawa's mind), and then observed the man attempt to fend against the invisible apparitions of man-eating insects.
Laughing, the Hutt clasped his own hands, watching as the man scratched and tore at his own flesh, screaming in agony as he revealed to the gastropod all that was beneath those sagging folds, to assist him in the discovery of his innards. The eyes never left the embattled man as he attempted to fruitlessly run without his heels, tearing himself open... so pleased with this, Zambrano thought, it would be criminal not to join in the fun!
With raucous laughter, the Hutt summoned within him, from the agony itself, an abominable number of tendrils from his black heart. The twisted around each other and grew into one another, some of them tearing others apart, as they all made a winding path to puncture through Mishk in a wave of pain, filling him directly with the power of his Master. Suddenly, the cloud surrounding Mishk's friend grew larger, as his Master added his focus and power to draw from within the room, formulating more, and more of this creatures from seemingly nothing. The fog so thick with these debilitating illusions, they began to invade the former fat man's flesh.
They landed upon his exposed flesh... and began to burrow. They began to claw, and bite into the man, nestling themselves deep into his flesh, crawling beneath the surface of his skin as they made it upwards through his body into his stomach, torso, and throat. The rapid clawing and screaming the man produce quickly became... far more gruesome. Desperate hands high on adrenaline and fear, with an empowered strength he had not known for some time, the dying man roared as his hands dug deeply into his flesh, tearing out viciously chunks of meat... pulling, and pulling, and pulling again until it gave way enough to be thrown to the floor in a massive steak of meat. His hands then pounded into his stomach, bloody bear fingernails cutting into his once massive stomach, clawing and clawing and clawing and clawing and clawing. It was clear, that the man was going to die now, as entrails started to become tangled upon his fingers... and it just laid there, whimpering now in pain, as his own hand pulled out his internal organs onto the bloody floor.
After several minutes of his amusing death throws, Zambrano's deeply crimson eyes began to fade slightly, content now with his entertainment, and began to retract the thick column of tendrils from Mishk, allowing him a moment to collapse and enjoy the after taste of such pleasurable pain. A certain kind of calm filled the fear filled room... as shackled slaves knew the horror was paused for now, and they would be spared for the time being while their Master was content. There was still the eerie fear however, that the apprentice may have an appetite of his own. The Vaapad, crawled quickly to begin feasting upon the fresh corpse. With a pleased, heavy sigh, Zambrano spoke softly to Mishk.
"Dearest... was that not pleasurable?" The Hutt seemed as if though his lust had been recently satisfied, and looked the part of someone about to fall asleep after an intimate moment with a significant other... which oddly enough may have been the case for this strange Master-Apprentice relationship. "Tell me dearest, from where did you gain such gifts?" The monsters lids were half over his reptilian eyes, as his clasped hands rested upon his great stomach, engaging in an abominable acidic kiss.
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