Get Yo' Pain

[Kalak the Raykkan]

​

All was well on the Meat Processing Plant Z28.

FPP-Z28.

Sometimes referred to as 'Smoky Grounds'. On account of all the smog coming up from the pipes. Nobody has ever accused the Raykkans of being particularly original. This was but one of many Processing Plants dotting the territories of the Sith Empire. There was an understanding there. As long as the Makesh Cartel didn't sample the Empire's crops? They could farm, process and create rare delicatessen with impunity.

Everyone was happy.

The Raykkans got a share of the Empire's slavery trade. The Cartel got a beautiful share. The sentients of the Galaxy had a delicious dinner.

Okay, so maybe the slaves working in said plants weren't happy. The slaves being processed into dinner weren't all that chipper either.

But by and large it worked out well enough.

Especially for Kalak, one of the Cartel's envoys, currently flopping through the hallways. Upbeat tone. Humming while listening to the songs resonating through the corridors. Followed by living Trees desperately trying to moisturize him.

Absolutely perfect.

What could go wrong?

--

[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Evelynn was lost.

Not in a sense of direction, but in a sense of soul.

This place, it reeked. A delicious black aura that was thick with naught but misery and suffering. It had called to her, whispered sweet promises in her ear that the absolute anguish that she sought could be found here. She could give in. She would give in. Oh, it was so wrong but when surrounded by such a powerful atmosphere her voice of resistance was almost completely silent.

Anticipation gave cause for her hands to tremble, lips drawn back revealing eager teeth that sought nothing but to sate her near-constant desires. Addictions would be fed, the sweet relief of an agonising bliss realised.

Soft footfalls fell upon the floor of the hallway as the Emperor's Daughter looked to find her own taste of agony.

What was it that took place here?

The curiosity of that question itself could barely penetrate Evelynn's thoughts, a thick blanket of need smothering and muffling any voices of logic or reason. Somewhere, lost in the deepest darkest corner of her thoughts she was screaming. Fruitless begging that she should turn around and leave, that she was more than the perverse desires that plagued her every waking moment, that she didn't want to be this person any longer.

Yet the woman did not hear it.

The pull was too strong here, reason silenced by the overwhelming stench of suffering.

“I am here,” she hissed, her eyes force shut as she continued to wander in an almost trance-like state, her frail stature offset by the unfeeling metal purpose of the structure around her, “I wish to t a s t e you.”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

It was strange how one person, so human, could find their way through barriers and twisted corridors with such ease.

Almost like she was attuned.

Like this place was calling to her specifically. Guiding her from looping hallway, to broken corridors and swallowed escalators. The metal was rough here. Stained with rust, oil and blood. This wasn't the efficient, clean-scorched proficiency of the Corporate Sector. Here? Was Raykka. In its fullest of splendors. Oozing corruption that had no care for safety precautions.

More than once the Emperor's Daughter would come across that.

Bubbling acid pools cordoned off haphazardly. Small bord next to it. Watch the feet, if you don't want to get beat. And also running messages on the walls. Attention, breathing quotas have been heightened. There is no correlation between acidic sampling duty and lung burn-out.

Every time Evelynn took a corner, she managed to just evade a patrol.

Like a translucent wisp. A shiver of air running through the corridor.

Until, of course, something happened. She rounded the corner. So did he. A step. A flop. Collision mid-air. Kalak bounced back, being caught by the Tree lumbering right behind him. "Gah! What the feck, Desmond, what did you- ........well, hello there, ma'am." That tone suddenly turning sweet. Maws opening up. Teeth, rows upon rows of them, flashing in a bright and soothing smile.

As soothing as watching a Great White unclench its jaws at you.

"Are you lost?"

It would take a moment for her to realize.

While Kalak the Raykkan was smiling... he was not using his mouth to talk. At all.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Frequencies intertwined the woman continued to drift throughout the endless maze of dimly lit halls and walkways, perhaps blissfully remaining unaware in her mania of the frequent hazards that could have taken her fancy at any moment.

Little would have stopped a sharp tumble over a broken barricade, just to hear the snap of fractured bone. Flesh to dip and dissolve in ever odious puddles of seething hatred. Rust-laden shards of askew piping that one could just impale themselves upon, just to watch the crimson flow.

No, it all eluded Evelynn for she was being lead, pulled along by dark desires that were now far beyond her own control.

Until one corner. The right corner. This was where she was meant to be.

The petite woman was knocked backwards, her small frame bouncing off the much taller opposition and resulting in the back of her head impacting with the corrosion-stained floor, a loud echo of the hard thud ringing out upon impact. A sweet kiss. Fair hair soon to become stained with dripping red. Nought but a small appetiser.

Evelynn sat up but did not yet stand, choosing instead to marvel at the creatures stood before her. How curious.

“Well, hello there, t e e t h,” her voice mirrored his, with a far more mocking interpretation of sweet, a polite smile trying to emerge but only coming out as crooked.

From all the garments that her father had picked out for her to wear the Emperor's daughter had opted for every plain choice possible, the fineries of her past life being relegated to the grave alongside the hand that had plucked them out for her. It would have given her a pedestrian appearance were she not decidedly unhinged.

“Oh, I am exactly where I mean to be,” Evelynn continued still sat upon the filthy industrial flooring, the smile growing wider as if the needless display of teeth was customary between them.

A frail and ghastly hand fluttered towards the back of her head, touching upon the ever spreading damp. Emerald eyes widened upon witnessing the bounty of blood that came upon the hand's return. So pure! So fresh! The crimson alongside the throbbing sensation pulsating from her wound only confirmed that right there and then that she was alive!

That feral gaze remained fixated upon her stained fingers for an uncomfortable period of time, those that knew the creature would be aware of that glassy look, completely lost to a desire unhinged. For those that didn't...

...oh perhaps a simple concussion.

“I simply must see the manager,” came that over-eager voice, pupils slowly shifting back to stare at the plentiful bounty of teeth, “your h e a l t h and SAFETY practices are appalling.”

Any trace of wicked mirth had dispersed from her expression leaving behind only vast eyes that continued to look beyond him and his companion and into the void of madness.

“What if the galaxy knew about all of this?”

A hiss. A threat.

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

Well, this wasn't the reaction Kalak had been expecting.

Years of conditioning had taught him something of the human condition. They were primates. Barely a step above a monkey, really. They didn't particularly smell too good, but that wasn't where it ended. They were ugly too. Eyes without any sulfur in them. Something smashed in the middle of their faces. A nose they called that. Big, unwieldy, it twitched and furrowed whenever they attempted to smell something. Repulsive. In kind humanity (and most other sentient species to be fair) found the Raykkans disgusting.

Ironic as far as Kalak was concerned.

But they also were feared.

The fact that this wasn't case here? Struck Kal as mildly odd, until that blurring in the eye was noted. Ah, yes. Fragile beings. A simple drop and pop. That was that, they mental faculties was already stirred. Shaken. ...to the very bone.

"My oh my are you a mouthy human." Kalak murmured. This time out loud. Mostly for the benefit of Desmond the Dalan (tree) behind him. He flopped closer. A soft twitch of his brow ridges. "But..." Tongue slithered out in the air. As if the Raykkan could taste the blood, or at least the hints of it there. "-your blood tastes grand. That... yes, that I will give you."

The faux-sweetness gone already.

A soft hum there.

There was still a part of him holding back. Even as two more trees (shaking and walking, softly singing a note in the Force. It sounded sad. Resolved. But sad) appeared from behind Evelynn.

The Makesh Cartel had a deal with the Sith Emperor. No citizens for processing. It was beneficial..... and yet. That deal said nothing about intruders.

"You will sing then? Talk about the many splendors of my facility?"

Just to seal the deal.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

A compliment! Lazily her stare returned to her bloody hand as the teeth commented upon the taste of her crimson. Ah, a connoisseur for the finer things in life. An impish smile slowly growing greater as she waggled the blood-stained digits with a child-like delight.

“Oooooooh yeeeeeeesssss....”

Rather clumsily Evelynn returned to unsteady feet, her frail form swaying slightly as she reached her diminutive full height. Fear was absent despite the scenario, only the shreds of demented glee on display as she approached the taller creature, holding out her crimson-dipped fingers in front of that menacing maw.

“It is the finest vintage don't you know?” Evelynn whispered, finally locking still-glassy emerald eyes with his twin fires.

Just as quickly as she had shifted towards glee it was then abandoned. Lips curling upwards into a sadistic snarl as the clone pulled her offered digits away from him. Her gaze while fixed upon him was still decidedly absent from reality, eyelids heavy and hooded.

“Oh. I. Will. Sing.”

Despite the evidence present in the lack of the girl's lucidity, her very deliberate words could only be taken as a threat. It was if she really were some concussed undercover journalist looking for the year's biggest scoop, except the poor dear had bitten off more than she could chew without even realising it.

We know what we're doing.

“The people must know of such horrors.”

The snarl shifted, as her mouth once again changed. A wide smile, full of teeth that was once more a pale imitation of his own. The expression might have been pleasant were it not for the way the rest of her face sat bathed in sheer hysterical omen.

“And just what, do you have to say for yourself?”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

This was not how it usually went.

At all.

Oh, some people struggled, others tried to fight back, but in all his years? Kalak the Raykkan had never encountered this. Someone who seemed to be gleefully running off the canyon. It wasn't the moral indignation of a self-subscribed social justice warrior. Not the aggression of a hooligan. Nor the cowardice of a human. Kalak couldn't smell fear on her. Just... wonderful... crazy mania. Something told him it wasn't just her hitting her head. No, it was something deeper than that.

Something integral to her psyche.

"The grandest of vintages, yes." Kalak almost husked back to her. It took some effort not to take a bite immediately. The want was all-consuming, but keeping himself back now would make it so much better later. "I suppose if the people have to know, then you leave me with little choice."

Why did it feel like she wanted that?

"Desmond, darling, stop shivering. Fetch her please."

Even the trees were mildly disturbed by her. They were attuned to the Force in some ways. Just. Muted. Dead. Once upon a time they had been great warriors and priests, until the Raykkans had come along. Enslaving them and choking their presence to life.

Part of them resonated with the pain within Evelynn.

Just not enough to run away.

Hard, unyielding bark would suddenly move to snatch her. Restricting her movement. If she was caught, she'd be brought with as Kalak flopped (rather comically) down the corridor again. To different places.

"What I have to say, my human, is that you really should not have come here."

 

[Beatrice Govan]

There came no resistance as the flanking forest moved to grab her. This was exactly what she wanted. There might have been a sense of a struggle for the trees as her limbs attempted to twist within their grasp but the only purpose truly found there was to grate their hard bark against her soft and delicate flesh.

A morsel of pain to keep her going.

Evelynn craned her neck to look to her tragic escort, her mania-tinged eyes looking through the creature rather than at it. Did it feel? Did it hurt? Did it bleed?

“Hurry now, friend.”

A whisper meant for dearest Desmond. Somehow perfectly serious yet startlingly unhinged.

“I have need.”

Attentions once again were returned to her beloved predator, still barely playing along with the game at hand here. In her desire-driven thrall it was hard to maintain any form of sane mannerism. Did he believe that could have been a concussed undercover journalist? It was very unlikely. More likely a lunatic that had somehow stumbled their way into his wicked operation. It did not matter. For as long as she had a mouth, the girl could still talk. Risk assessment.

“Oh? Is that so?” Evelynn inquired, mirth dancing across her lips as she challenged such a notion.

This mirth devolved into a fit of the giggles, as if the clone held some great secret that only she knew. Ah, but she did have a secret, didn't she? W H O A R E Y O U? The more the concept rattled about like another loose marble the more she laughed, giggles having long since been surpassed by a great sharp cackling that echoed throughout the rusted corridors.

“I think. I am. Precisely. Where I. WANT. To be. T E e T H.”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

In truth Kalak found himself intrigued.

This would be the first time he'd consume pure-concentrated insanity. How would that taste? What sort of after-flavor would it leave? Would it be an experience that would remain with him for weeks to come? The important questions. After all, there was no hesitation as to her fate. He already had been planning on having a light lunch.

Skipping that for a nice dinner?

That seemed only fair. Kalak was a hard worker, after all. Sometimes you just needed to please yourself. Desmond could only reply with a soft whine. It could talk, true, but it wasn't allowed right now.

Especially not to someone that wasn't Kalak.

"I believe you will change your mind before the day is over." The Raykkan said lightly over his shoulder. They entered a room. Spacious, nice, it was very classy actually. Which stood as a stark contrast to the factory around them. It was as if they had entered a different realm. One inspired by classical vintage retro styles.

All oiled wood panels, dim lights and smoke hanging in the air.

Rather smog than smoke though. Once Evelynn tried to take a breath.

"My name is Kalak, if you are curious who your host is." He did not, in fact, ask for her name. Naming your food was a waste of effort after all. The tree sat Evelynn down on a chair. The bark still hard on her skin. Keeping her pinned there, no way to move. "What is your usual diet?" The question curiously asked. Usually he didn't. But this was an interesting dinner.

And he wanted to get all he could out of it.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

“I believe you are right.”

A peculiar response, knowing of what horrors were waiting her body and mind within the den of suffocation. Usually in such a scenario there came two types of people. Those that entered already marred by fear, weeping and begging in utter futility, attempting to trade away what little they had in exchange for their lives. Then there was the proud, those foolish souls who believed that they were special and that they could endure, and they were always wrong.

“But not a moment too soon.”

Each breath taken within the room was deep and savoured, the choking smoke that surrounded her stinging at the eyes and no doubt causing insidious harm to her lungs. Pleasure in even the smallest details. This was truly a man of taste. Perhaps in the future...

...no, savour the now.

“K A L A K,” she mouthed out in her disjointed manner of speaking, still attempting to twist and writhe under unmoving bark, what little give she could achieve scraping the skin and hopefully drawing a smattering of crimson, “I prefer T E E T H.”

With that she bared her own once more, a paltry display compared to his but how could predator compare against prey?

“I eat like royalty, TEETH,” she began, as if she wished to send him into salivation with her words, “not like those common wretches,” now she was staring, green eyes focused upon orange as each word slowly described the menu, “it is fresh, and it is real,” to imply that his usual collection of souls did not devour such finery, “R I C H. Decadent. FATTY. Juicy, tender, MEAT. SWIMS in BUTTER. E x c e s s.”

Her answer however seemed to lay contrary to her small frame. In truth, food had never given Evelynn any cause for excitement. These things were all available to her, of course, and she was often gently reminded by her minder when it was time to eat. But there was little physical evidence that her words could even be true.

“And what, pray tell, do you eat, TeEtH?”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

Anyone else might have gotten annoyed by the reactions.

What sort of fun is playing with your food, if said food isn't even afraid?! Well. Not Kalak. No, sir, this sort of game didn't matter much to him. It wasn't the fear he was looking for. Not always anyway. Sure, sometimes it could be a very nice appetizer. That excellent spice. Just friskying the edge of the taste. But it didn't have to be a constant, because contrary to many mammals?

Kalak had nothing to prove.

To anyone.

Well...... except maybe to his own tastebuds. Proving to them that there could be more surprises. That devouring a whole ecosystem wasn't the end of the fun. They just had to try a little bit more. A little bit farther. . . deeper. Savor it. It will be grand, truly.

"Teeth..." He tasted that name. Letting it roll between his teeth. Tongue slithering, teeth chomping in the air, tasting the blood in it. "I do see it, yes. Since you have been so gracious to join me at the table..." That teeth-y smile there. A maw unending. Where teeth only came and came and came. There was seemingly no end to it. "...you may call me Teeth, if that pleases you."

A pleasing sigh there.

"Since you will be pleasing me very much today."

After that? Kalak listened calmly. In truth he was impressed with this tiny little thing. Such a torrent of mesmerizing visual images. He could almost taste it. In fact, his mouth was already watering. Some drool slipping down. It dripped against the wooden table. There... there it sizzled. Like acid burning through.

This caused the Dalan in the room (a whole forest of them, ha ha ha) to whine softly.

If Evelynn cared enough to watch and see? She'd notice it. The way the wood of the table.... was very similar to the bark of Desmond and the rest.

"Oh, okay, alright. You can wipe it off, Desmond, because you have been so patient with our guest today." That sweet, sweet voice, but his eyes never left Evelynn. Letting the silence stretch after her question. His smile growing wider by the moment though. Wider still when Desmond reached out, leafs shivering and brushing away his drool. Causing himself to be burned for a moment.

"I am an eater of variety, my darling human, I only care for one particular constant. They must sing."

His darling [member="Ao Xian"] was a different eater altogether. Loathed the singing, but she was sadly not here tonight. Oh well. At least it meant a song attached to the devouring.

The fact that the Xykan Sith Lord would have been able to tell him who was sitting in front of him?

Nobody knew that.

A stretch. Then he flopped off his chair and approached the sitting... waiting... figure of Eve. "Your arm, please, extend it to me." Usually the Raykkan would have used his own compulsion on them here. Force the arm up and towards him. Involuntary. Rise up the terror. Here though? He wanted to test just how far the human's insanity went. Just how deeply depraved she truly was.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

THE FEELING IS MUTUAL.

He was an intriguing creature, one that her madness found very agreeable. Oh yes, a nasty piece of work for sure, with an endless maw and spit that seared while on the other hand remaining polite and a decent source of conversation.

With some monsters it was like pulling t e e t h.

Emeralds brimmed with delight as the table sizzled, much like the hazardous puddles Evelynn had encountered on her way to his gracious hospitality. Just full of so many wonderful surprises was her predator. The soft objections from his mysterious bark-based entourage gave cause for the hairs to stand on the back of her neck, their apparent suffering offering the Emperor's daughter a sadistic thrill of her own.

Stare returned to that of her host after Desmond was granted permission to spare the table only to find that Kalak's had never left. It was almost difficult to stomach the anticipation of what was to come.

“I do believe that I promised you singing,” she replied softly, knowing full well that the facade of her sanity had long since been uncovered, “and I would not be so rude in the face of your hospitality, Kalak.”

Not long now.

She could feel it in the suffocating air, the prospect of pleasure growing ever closer. The zenith of her existence was fast approaching and the excitement was almost too much to bear! It resonated from her soul, it screamed from the very way she stared back at him. Desire. Want. Need. Pain is pleasure.

Not a shred of hesitation came at his request, her right arm presented for him palm upwards, the blood from the back of her head having dried upon her fingers by this point in time. Evelynn's arm trembled with what could have been perceived as fear, but instead was simply sheer anticipation.

“I hope that you e n j o y this just as much as I will.”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

A shiver there.

As that blood trailed deeper into the air in front of him.

It truly was a wonderful fragrance. See this was something that mammals usually didn't understand. Humans especially. Blood had its own scent. What made them them. A personality to it, a feel, emotions and more. If someone was depressed throughout life, or the life of a party, or in a constant state of terror? You could find that in the blood. It never lied. As if part of their essence was fed into their life-water.

What did Kal feel here?

As that scent was picked up by nose holes and touch?

Pain. The desire of it, but the infliction of it as well. Abject terror, yes, but not at the surface. No... it was deeper than that. Something sunk under their skin. Their veins. Hiding away behind moving flesh.

"Hmmm... dear human... for all your beautiful dementation I do believe I will find more enjoyment here than you." The murmur was lovingly. Almost seductively. Like he was trying to stroke a wounded dear, before putting it down. It wasn't necessary. But part of Kalak wanted to. That soothing, that agreement, showing that hiding part within Evelynn that she was recognized.

And perhaps that was the cruelest stroke of all.

Showing the inner a flash of recognition. Rattling the cage with sweet words, before those teeth closed down.

They tore... oh how they tore... snapping clean through offered digits. There would be immediate pain. Then more of it, as acid drool sizzled shut the wound. This was the way of the Raykkan.

His way.

No ease of fading into blood loss and shock.

"Sing for me."

 

[Beatrice Govan]

A tilt of the head, intensity mingling with curiosity for a moment as he cooed, knowing more than he should have. Of course, there would be a morsel of the girl not enjoying the proceedings, objecting at the madness with fruitless internal strife. Those wants did not matter, they were fruitless fantasies with no satisfaction to be had.

So pointless.

“For now.”

Then nobody will enjoy it.

With their pleasantries finally concluded it was finally time. This was why she was drawn here, this was what everything was building up to. This moment. Eager eyes followed the creature's open maw, marvelling upon row-after-row of wonderful teeth, breath held in anticipation, and then...

P A I N.

Sharp. Harrowing. Pleasure! Her hand cried out for severed digits! Nerves aflame and dancing in wicked agony! Eyes that instinctively wished to snap shut stayed wide and stared in a wondrous horror at the sight of such sickening trauma!

Her scream could not, would not be denied, after all it had been promised but instead of being laced with terror and anguish it was filled to the brim with pleasure.

It was a scream that had seen the very face of god.

This was her drive, this was the point of her very existence! Why else would Evelynn Zambrano have been born if not for this? She had been created to suffer! This! This feeling! This agony received was the very font of life itself! Ecstasy! Adrenaline! The clone's aura exploded, the very stench of her bliss emanating from her very flesh!

The remainder of her hand trembled in shock as the acid spittle cauterised the wound, the inescapable burning only a further treat alongside such violent delights. Stiffened jaw, teeth bared and manic eyes all devoured the scene before her, with each ragged exhale came a noise akin to a shrill moan, touched by both pleasure and pain.

“M O R E.”

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

The taste was exquisite.

Eyes closing.

It was royal. Rich. It was all the things promised and even more. But. There was a but and Kalak sighed softly. The taste was empty. There was no straight edge to it. No grand singing that was promised to him. Oh, this Evelynn was screaming, but it was the filthy scream of pleasure. The dirt sound of mammals cavorting. Kalak found it negatively repulsive and flopped a step back there.

Just a bit uncomfortable at the display.

It didn't prevent him from chewing and swallowing. It simply didn't have that same enjoyment to it. "You promised me a song, human." The murmur came bloody. "Instead... that was a tale I was not interested in."

"I am sorry, but I believe I must find my song elsewhere."

It might have sounded like he was letting her go.

Another flop back. Distance. Except for those eyes, who seemed to burn brighter there. It wasn't immediate. Not a fast response. But Evelynn, someone experienced in the matters of mentalism, would suddenly be aware of it. Something wrong. It oozed into her brain. A certain... je ne sais quoi. Like a swamp slowly filling her head. Cold, so cold, spreading through her ears. Sticky. Damp. It was like moss... no, like fungal infesting her brain. It would immobilize her body. That wet sensation spreading through her muscles. Like something was dragging her down into the bog.

The door shut.

And Kalak the Raykkan smiled.

"Hello, new human, I believe you are the real one. How are you today?" Just. Like. That. Little normal Evelynn was welcomed back into existence.

And what an existence it was.

Her skin burning from the scrapping of bark. Her hand in infernal acidic pain. And her sight filled with a maw with thousands of teeth.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

What might have been the beginning of a beautiful relationship had suddenly soured in the Raykkan's mouth. Dissatisfaction was voiced and through her frenzied breaths and ecstatic whimpers came a snarl. In that instant her joy turned to rage, further fuelled by pain as he expressed his want to find somebody new.

“WRETCHED INGRATE!”

Venom-dipped screeches were given to him in return when he created distance between them as she seethed in the chair, her fingerless hand rattling in the air as if it were some kind of bargaining chip to continue this affair. Her lower jaw shivered as a foreboding sensation crept its way into her mind. He would dare!? He would reject her like this!? Eyes grew wide with both shock and fury as his betrayal became evident, a horrendous chill gradually beginning to spread throughout her mind like a new sickness

“I DEMAND...” her jaw felt sluggish, that cold extending further than just in her mind but down her skull and spine, inflicting some kind of paralysis upon her body, “SUFFEeerrr....rrr...ing....”

It all began to sink. Rage, pleasure, desire. It all drowned alongside control over her own body, her frenzied expression softening alongside the immobilisation, mouth still agape. A taste of madness's own medicine coming into play as that look in her eyes changed as he greeted Evelynn Zambrano for a second time.

She didn't hear it.

Panic spiked in the girl's mind as she was first greeted with the sight of her outstretched stump of a hand, which was then followed by the immediate realisation of pain because that was her hand. The horror was evident in emerald eyes alone and from out of her still-open mouth emerged a scream.

A harrowing scream constructed of the purest suffering, one part shock, one part terror and three parts burning agony. Primal, shrill and long it tore out of her open mouth with such force that it hurt her throat, not that such a thing could be noticed.

And scream was the only thing that she could do, as when instinct tried to flee Evelynn found herself completely paralysed, all that she could do was stare into the jagged teeth-lined abyss before her in utter helplessness.

Ever singing.

-

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

Even the final throes of her surrendering were sweet.

Finally a true expression. A singing of rage, which was ever more pure than mammalian pleasure. Kalak was half of mind to keep her in that state for longer. Between worlds... shifting under the skin and available, but no longer in full control. Sadly it was not to be. The rage disappeared under his sinking mold. Like quick-sand it was swift. The second Evelynn Zambrano did not seem to hear him.

This was fine.

More than.

Her singing was exquisite. It certainly brought him back to the yard, so to speak. A flop, a second, that maw approaching and filling her sight even more. "I knew that you had it in you, dear human!" Kalak called out with a bright sweet smile. One that ran red. Parts of rend and gore were still stuck in his teeth. She could see herself in them. A broken part of her anyway.

"That is so much better. Sweeter. Yes, sing."

A thought there- it was true that her other persona had not given him the pleasure he wanted. But what would it cost him to give her a taste of it? Nothing, truly. A hum there, amber slits closing.

Maybe Evelynn could feel it. Maybe not.

But that deeper mania that had sunk deep down? It suddenly had a small opening! That box given a hole! From which sensation of glorious pain could be felt. It was accompanied by that slithering voice. I do so apologize for this, but you cannot give me what I hunger for. But you brought me someone that can and if I am anything... it is gracious in my hunger.

It would be the last time Kalak would speak to the Mania.

His attention was better spent elsewhere. "Hm, I believe another digit would be grand, yes." Kalak murmured, before opening his eyes. "Dear human, please extend your hand again, if you would?"

 

[Beatrice Govan]

His compliment dropped out of his mouth and onto the floor as Evelynn's state of being was in no fit state to accept it. Her screams continued, running long, raw and ragged as her horrified eyes stared at her mutilated hand and the endless maw that waited eagerly behind it, stained by crimson and draped in shreds of her flesh.

As the screams died down to trembling and gasp-filled whimpers the door was opened only slightly. A mere crack that held behind it an ocean of ire and desire. It slammed at the door in the face of his apology, wishing to break such a barrier and be released once more.

Alas.

YOU LEAVE ME WANTING.

For Evelynn this scenario had plunged into the realm of nightmare. One soul to receive the great honour of agony's blessing and one soul to cleanse the destruction left behind, that was how the madness worked. So for the poor girl to be faced with the consequence of such pain, it was the purest breed of horror imaginable.

“P-please!” the clone shrieked, the initial shock having subsided enough for the pleading to begin as it seemed it would be the only way to end this absolute insanity, “I'm...I'm sorry! I-I...I shouldn't be here!”

Of course, when asked for another piece of her flesh this time it was declined, the total paralysis of her limbs had relented enough to the point where it felt like a full-body fit of pins and needles, numb and sluggish, like blindly moving the limbs of another. This lead the girl to clumsily pull away her now disfigured hand and hold it close to her chest as if that might have helped her.

Having played willing participant not moments before Evelynn found herself no longer restrained by the tragic tree that seemed bound to the monster. Feet made attempt to move before brain could even register it as folly, as the moment she stood and attempted to flee her numbed legs gave way causing her slight frame to collapse to the floor.

Another wail swimming with both pain and dread as she remained upon the ground.

“Please let me g-go! You can't...can't do this to me! I'm the Emperor's daughter!”

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[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Evelynn"]

YOU LEAVE ME WANTING.

Well, yes.

But that was the point of the exercise. Give them a sliver of it, but never the whole. Leave them wanting. Hoping for more. Kalak was not entirely happy with this entire circumstance. She tasted royally, yes. And now the singing had started in earnest. It was strange how it was still soiled. Something nagging at the back of his mind, only barely suppressed by the ravenous hunger leading him on. It was like watching the light at the end of the tunnel. All-consuming. It dominated his view and pushed away the warning signs at the edge of his vision.

Alas.

"I did warn you." Kalak murmured as he watched her fall. Head tilting there, which was immediately followed by a reaction from the forest around her. A tree trunk settling down on her back.

Pressing her down against the rough metal.

The scrap of rough texture running against tender lines. It wasn't cruelty... not to him, anyway. Instead it was precaution. The last thing Kalak needed was a bleeding human running around his factory. It would send his workers into a frenzy. A hungry one. Most assumed that the Raykkans were true terrors. It was true, of course. They were a horror and blight to the universe. And yet they enslaved monsters that were worse-

Well, no.

Not worse.

But at the very least just as bad.

Okay, but there the Raykkan actually laughed. A cackling laughter of pure mirth. There was no malice in it. Pure bright chiming of bells. "Oh, yes, certainly. And I am the Emperor's son, didn't you know?" A sad shake of the head there as he flopped towards her. "Please, do not abuse the name of the dear Emperor. I consider him a good ally and I don't want to be offended."

A bright smile there.

"You don't want me to feel offended either." Kalak murmured sweetly, before leaning down a bit there. "Now.... slam your face into the floor for me, please."

It was an odd request.

What was odder? There was something in her that suddenly wanted to do it. A pull... dark... and muddy and watery. Like her mind was being encased into mud again.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

There was moderate hope that the entire ordeal would have ended in that instant, given that eating the Emperor's daughter was very likely frowned upon.

However as the tree began to crush her diminutive frame into the harsh flooring beneath there was naught to greet her hope but his mirth. Laughter. As if Evelynn had just shared some great hilarious joke with him. He didn't believe her. He went so far as to mock her. Was he going to kill her? What could she do?!

Another wail soon followed, but as the pathetic sound left her lips so did a large wheeze of breath as the oxygen was seemingly squeezed out of her lungs by the crushing force of the trunk upon her back.

“...no....I...am...Eeee...”

Then came his polite request. Had the woman not been pinned and consumed by a swirling mass of pain and terror then she might have done a quick double take. Slam her face into the floor? What kind of madness was that? In what would would she have obliged to such a demented deman...

...and as her head rose off the ground as much as she could physically manage the Emperor's daughter stared with disjointed determination at metal beneath. That foreboding chill encasing her mind once again as the desire to smash her features into the ground overtook all sense of horror, which was now forced to helplessly watch on in the background of thoughts.

There was a clang.

A crunch.

Her now broken nose stung with impunity as crimson began to spill from the gash now happily sitting atop the bridge, her emeralds given a sheen as eyes welled up as result of the damage. Head now rested on its side, the blood from her nose trailing down her cheek and onto the floor.

What had he done to her?

“...plee...ase...sto....op...I...beg...of...yo....u...”

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[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]