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charisstoma
Title: Monster
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 337
Warning: triggering for rape though rape does not in fact occur.
The book/movie that prompted this is "This Dark Endeavor: The Apprenticeship of Victor Frankenstein", a novel written by Kenneth Oppel.
‘In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines…’ he quoted quietly to himself. Peering through the keyhole, he observed his prey. Those legs were parted just as he liked them, invitingly open yet not too open. He liked a little resistance, or even a lot. The joy of forcing his way in where he wasn’t wanted. Taking and then making his victim feel pleasure against his will. Warmth filled him, hardening his intentions. Furtively he eased open the door, rushing forward with swift silent strides with arms outstretched to grasp up the slim body and flinging him over a shoulder, flee with him back into the darkness behind the locked passageway to his secret chambers.
Onto the bed he threw his prey. He ripped at clothing, leaving tatters that clung to chest and arms but laid bare that area where he would sink himself to the hilt. Tossing those white blemish free limbs over his shoulders, one arm clamped them on either side of his shoulders where he could nip and suck up rosettes of red for remembrance. He held himself steady sliding his hard cock head up and down that crack seeking out the opening and circling there for his victim to savor the waiting of impalement. The hole quivered, flaring and tightening, to flex again.
“Oooooh, you want what I have for you, don’t you?” he lisped, licking a trail across those trembling thighs. “Your legs quiver so enticingly for me.”
A moan quavered and was followed by a growl. “If you don’t stop teasing, I won’t pose outside your keyhole for a long while. Now get in me already or I’ll show you what these thighs can do when I kick you off the bed.”
“No need to get testy, love. I was getting around to it.”
“Yes, well I’ve played victim 4 times this month and I’m getting tired of it. It’s my turn to be monster next time. Now for the love of God, FUCK ME,” cried the victim.
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Date: 2012-02-22 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 10:50 am (UTC)Yep, it feels strange sitting to write when I've figured the story out because then I have to think about wording it right. I just sit and the words pour out which means the story written isn't always what I thought it would be.
My attempt at this prompt is definitely like that, was supposed to be creepy *sulk* I can't write creepy like you do. Your muse is a scary one!
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Date: 2012-02-24 02:18 am (UTC)*evil LAUGHTER*
I'll have to think on this.
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Date: 2012-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)*evil cackles*
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Date: 2012-02-24 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-24 11:24 pm (UTC)Loves me = *smiles* thank you.
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Date: 2012-02-22 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 12:58 am (UTC)Story is about younger aged Frankenstein, as in the book Frankenstein's Monster. Monster seemed like a very good title on many levels.
Poor Primus. He's caught in the 'you're not older enough for this yet' age.
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Date: 2012-02-24 02:58 am (UTC)