Despite reading into Miles’ mood, Val just couldn’t drop the teasing and joking, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could. He definitely lost a big part of his sanity thanks to the things that happened to him in his hometown, the things that the Murkoff Corp. had done to everyone, it was sheer luck that the blond-head was allowed to join the reporter on his adventure to Mount Massive, otherwise he would’ve died in the collapsing mines together with the children; and yet, it was obvious that this huge loss has caused a big trauma in the man’s head, causing him to make a one-eighty and be as twisted as one could imagine him to be. Sure, the occult things he had done after exiting church were one thing, but his lust for the flesh had increased more and more, and Valentino wasn’t all too sure what to do with himself at this point. All he hoped was that he’d not be a hindrance to the journalist himself.
“Yes, my love. I prefer warm flesh and seeing reactions. Perhaps it’s more so your alley-way to fuck a dead body. Who knows, really.” Though as much as their banter went on, he watched the taller as he exclaimed to be responsible for her death, his eyebrows lifting in curiosity as he was nothing but a bystander, observing how he started to choke her. “My, my…” Val gasped in faux surprise, though he leaned in closer, almost as if he wanted to take away more of the possible oxygen she could snap in through the intervals of being allowed to breathe, but more so due to his morbid interest in her expressions and how she’d tear up and beg for life. How cute. The innocent children he had taken care of did not have a choice about their life or death. And neither did anyone have a choice about their sanity —- all because of people like her. How dare she speak up even, it was almost as insultive as Knoth’s images of a God that was nothing but his own deranged ego.
As the other kept on with his asphyxiation ritual, Val lifted his deacon robe to reveal his entire leg up to his thighs, where he had a leather garment in order to keep a lovely decorated knife in place, a skull on top of the handle to suit his occult flair. Placing the blade onto her lips, tutting quietly. “Shhh… hush, now, ragazza… we can’t have you rat us out… this is a little secret between you, him and me… think of it as a… confessional… Forgive me Father for I have sinned… forgive me Father for I have killed innocent children and made them commit crimes by controlling them, right bitch?”
As he kept talking to the woman, his knife’s blade wandered down her throat to his collarbones, starting to cut open her clothing until her chest was revealed, bra-clad, hooking his blade underneath the bra between her chest, humming sweetly as he smiled. “Repent for your sins, my love. That’s what a holy man would tell you. But I…” Moving his dagger to slit open her stomach instead of unhooking her bra, digging it deep to cause the intestines to gush over and out, blood spilling over her dainty white outfit. “…I’m not a holy man.”
Stopping his knife right before her abdomen to not collide with the pubic mound, using her white doctor’s clothing to wipe his knife on before he’d attach it to his thigh once more, not wasting a word towards Miles and letting him do whatever he pleased —- if he wanted to keep choking her or watching her bleed out like a pig, that’s up to him
at this point, miles was in the same boat. his sanity torn from her after living through the hell of mount massive — trager cutting off his fingers, the multiple mental shocks he suffered, && the physical assaults against him. all of it was enough to make anyone mad. naturally, because of the incident with his fingers, the man’s anger was directed towards anyone in a lab coat. ❝ how’s that my thing? ❞ he asked, irritated that val would even suggest something like that of him. while he knew what they were doing now was wrong, the thoughts of such crimes against women made him ill. he liked to think it was because his parents didn’t completely fuck up with him, but maybe it was a little bit of his own morals coming in to play. — that thought at least reassured him that he wasn’t completely out of his wits. there was still something up in his head keeping him from going completely over the edge.
— that was until he snapped back to his own actions. hands wrapped firmly around the woman’s neck, she looked about ready to croak right there. for a moment, he wanted to release his grip — pretend none of this happened — but it was already too late. the damage was done. no one here cared if he was a good person. no one was watching. it was just him && the blond, and he’d be damned if val was ever to judge him. never had he met anyone so sinful; not even his holy speech could hide that.
as expected the other had a knife on him, seemingly eager to dig in into the woman’s pale — soft, silky flesh. watching his hand with interest, he awaited val’s decision. to cut her bra…or her flesh. without realizing it, his breathing picked up — heavy exhales ensued as his eyes followed the shimmering dagger. he could hardly tell which outcome he’d prefer. while he couldn’t disagree to seeing a woman without her top, his own irritation craved her blood. the poor thing was already out of breath, but she had yet to feel any real pain.
miles chuckled at valentino’s words — the truth in them was unbearable. he’d played the part of a holy man, but he was no holier than miles himself. the way he sliced her stomach was hardly graceful, making a quick slit that revealed everything. prior to his time at mount massive, such a sight might have turned his stomach — but now, he began to understand the excitement —— the thrill that the variants felt while doing such heinous deeds. something about damaging one who had wronged him had become a pleasure. normally, he would never think that this was an appropriate form of punishment; though he couldn’t convince himself with such a sane thought any longer.
before he could stop himself, his hands traveled to the woman’s hips. pulling the skin taunt, he watched more && more blood flow freely from the gaping wound. so filthy — the way everything was on display. despite the horrid display, her skin was still beautiful to the touch, so smooth he just wanted to run his fingers along her entire body. but he’d stop himself — he couldn’t do something so shameful in front of val; at least not when it was to a bleeding, wounded woman. the last thing he wanted to do was give him any sign that he took any part in necrophilic actions. he didn’t.
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