the hunter's moon is shining

go row the boat to safer grounds robyn brown

[robynspack]

R O M Y·:  

           » romy’s eyelids flutter as she looks up at her,  a  shy  smile  playing  on  her  lips.  ❝  i  have  blood  on  my  hands  too.  your  secret  was  safe  with  me  even  before  i  thought  you’d  like  to  fuck  me.  it’s  none  of  my  business,  ❞  she  says  matter-of-factly,  but  she’s  still  playing  up  her  tone  of  voice  to  come  across  as  more  innocent  than  she  really  is.  ❝  oh,  you’d  collar  me  already  ?  i  bet  if  you  had  a  basement  you’d  tie  me  up  down  there  too,  ❞  the  freckled  girl  teases.  romy  is  not  unfamiliar  to  moving  incredibly  fast  with  women  that  she  finds  attractive,  but  this  is  on  a  whole  other  level.  one  that  excites  her.  putting  her  life  in  the  hands  of  a  complete  stranger  simply  couldn’t  excite  her  more.  especially  when  the  stranger  was  so  fucking  beautiful.  the  way  the  red-head  has  already  taken  to  calling  her  little  one,  pet,  slut  -  romy  enjoys  being  treated  like  she’s  nothing  more  than  that,  only  when  she  wants  it,  of  course.  ❝  my  name  is  romy,  ❞  she  tells  her,  feeling  the  circulation  slowly  being  cut  off,  her  head  starting  to  spin  with  the  lack  of  oxygen.  the  stability  of  the  tree  feels  like  a  blessing,  whimpering  pathetically  as  the  knife  is  dragged  carefully  down  her  body,  settling  on  her  stomach.  her  breathing  is  heavy,  but  she  doesn’t  flinch,  or  suck  her  stomach  in  to  avoid  the  blade  -  she  simply  prepares  herself  to  take  it.  ❝  mhm,  i’m  dirty.  i’m  fucked  up.  all  kinds  of  fucked  up,  ❞  she  breathes,  grunting  softly  at  the  piercing  of  her  flesh.  warm  blood  trickles  from  the  wound  and  she  finds  herself  squeezing  her  thighs  together  for  an  attempt  at  some  kind  of  friction.  ❝  i’m  a  dirty  girl.  please  fuck  me.  i’d  do  anything  for  you  to  fuck  me.  do  whatever  you  want  to  me,  just  please  give  me  some  relief.  ❞  with  every  breath  she  feels  the  knife  move  inside  her  just  a  little  bit,  and  it  only  adds  to  the  excitement.    

         “but of course.” vanya’s not really used to feeling things like this - feeling lust for another human being, feeling attachment and adoration and even the beginning licks of love. she knows this is going way too fast, but she doesn’t care. romy’s into it, vanya’s into it - what’s the problem? “romy?” she repeats, testing the name on her tongue. it’s pretty, the kind of name the russian could never get tired of saying. “do you deserve to be fucked? i don’t know...” it’s a tease of course. the redhead has every intention of doing what she wishes with romy, and she has a feeling both of them know it. but it’s part of the fun. hungry eyes take in everything they can, hands pausing their assault for just a moment. like a predator to their prey, vanya relishes in her capture. “god, you’re beautiful.” the words fall from her tongue without her noticing. however, it doesn’t take long for simply staring to become boring. gently, she draws the knife out of the other woman’s stomach. she knows it didn’t go deep enough to cause any damage like this, and though the bleeding may increase for a bit, it shouldn’t get to any worrying level. “i’ve never met someone who’s BEGGED me to fuck them, you know. especially not like this.” a light chuckle follows her words, the knife continuing its descent. the blade is quick to slice through the other’s panties. vanya tries to take it slow, but it’s hard - she’s just as, if not more, excited than all this as romy. she can feel her own wetness building, a heat spreading through her more intense than anything she’s ever known. “vanya. i want you to scream it when you cum.” in one swift motion, vanya twirls the knife around, and begins rubbing the handle against her cunt. her other hand loosens around her throat for the time being. last thing either of them want is romy passing out just when it’s getting good, after all. “now, be a good girl and take it all for mommy...” wow, where on earth did ‘mommy’ come from? it shocks vanya the moment it leaves her throat. too late to take it back though, she decides. vanya continues her teasing for just a few moments more, pressing the firm handle against her clit and softly grinding against it, before she finally slips it inside her. but she doesn’t do anything else yet; she wants to see how desperate romy will get.

[robynspack]

R O M Y·:

          » when romy hears her speak for the first time,  her  interest  is  piqued  further.  her  accent  is  thick  -  russian  ?  she  likes  it.  despite  being  incredibly  wealthy,  romy  never  had  much  of  a  chance  to  travel  as  a  child,  so  she  isn’t  quite  sure.  but  she’s  slightly  more  sure  that  this  stranger  isn’t  one  of  the  infamous  wrenbury  killers  at  all,  but  someone  who  is  using  the  killers  to  get  away  with  doing  whatever  she  wants.  it’s  smart,  she  thinks.  if  she  had  the  energy  to  do  so,  she’d  do  the  same  thing.  not  to  mention,  she  likes  the  way  vanya  doesn’t  question  her  about  why  she  is…  the  way  she  is.  (  not  even  about  why  she’s  out  by  the  lake  all  alone  during  the  early  hours  of  the  morning  in  her  panties  and  a  see-through  blouse,  nothing  more.  ) 

           the  dirty-blonde  is  unsure  as  to  how  to  react  to  the  gentle  hand  at  first  -  unfamiliar  with  such  a  touch,  really.  romy  can’t  help  the  moan  that  escapes  her  mouth  as  vanya’s  hand  slaps  her  harshly  across  the  face.  the  slap  feels  as  intimate  as  a  kiss.  this  one  might  be  even  stranger  than  i  am,  she  thinks  to  herself.  but  she  feels  a  heat  spread  throughout  her  body,  which  only  grows  more  intense  as  a  slender  hand  is  wrapped  around  her  throat.  ❝  you’ll  keep  me  ?  ❞  romy  near  mews  like  a  kitten.  ❝  i’d  have  been  happy  for  them  to  keep  me  tied  up  in  their  basement  so  long  as  i  was  getting  what  i  wanted.  but  truth  be  told,  i  don’t  think  it  was  going  to  work  out,  ❞  she  tells  her,  hands  reaching  up  to  the  one  around  her  throat.  she  carefully  places  one  hand  over  vanya’s,  squeezing  it  harder  around  her  throat  until  she  can  feel  the  pressure  building.  her  body  shakes  ever  so  slightly,  but  with  nerves  instead  of  excitement.  any  ordinary  person  would  have  cowered  at  the  knife.  ❝  come  on.  do  your  worst.  put  the  wrenbury  killers  to  shame.  no  matter  what  you  do,  i  won’t  be  scared.  we  can  make  our  way  back  to  the  cabin  if  you’d  rather  get  comfortable.  though  who  knows  who  else  has  moved  in  there  since  i’ve  returned.  in  saying  that,  i  don’t  care  about  other  people  or  their  feelings.  i  don’t  care  what  they  might  hear.  and  god  do  i  want  you  to  put  it  in  me,  ❞  she  motions  to  the  knife,  but  her  voice  is  suggestive.  she  knows  what  implications  have  been  made.      

     oh, it’s exactly as vanya always dreamed. granted, maybe in her dreams there was a bit more begging... at least, different begging than the way romy is. but she doesn’t care. though the redhead is somewhat of a sadist, she never cared much for her victims’ reactions. all that matters is the feeling, the knowledge that she’s hurting someone. whether they’re afraid of her or enamored by her is irrelevant. “i trust you’ll keep my secret then, pet?” she knows the answer. but she wants to hear it, wants to hear what power she already has over this complete stranger.

“that’s right. i’ll keep you all to myself... maybe i’ll even go out and buy you a collar. just so everyone knows who you belong to.” vanya’s not worried about whether or not romy wants this anymore. not as she feels her hands slither up to her own, pressing down on them, as if trying to choke herself out with vanya’s hands. vanya feels a shiver run down her spine as the realization hits her. “i intend to, little one.” taking the not-so-subtle hint, she increases the strength in her fingers. it’s dangerously tight now, index finger and thumb practically crushing romy’s arteries. but she keeps a careful eye on romy, making sure she doesn’t accidentally go too far. not only would it be a royal pain in the ass to dump two bodies in one night, but vanya’s grown attached to the fucked up thing. who knows when she’ll meet someone like this again? “that’s enough out of you, slut. don’t act like you’re the one in charge here.” a smirk slithers on her lips as she shoves romy against a nearby tree. if she does this right, romy’ll need something to lean on if she wants to stay upright. “you want this in you, do you now?” vanya drags the knife across her face, down to her collarbone, and down yet, only stopping once she’s reached the other’s stomach. she nudges the open blouse out of her way, pointed tip threatening to penetrate at any moment. “i could spill your guts right now.” she growls - it’s in no way a threat; she’s well aware romy wouldn’t give a damn if she did. “but i bet you’d like that. such a dirty girl... aren’t you?” she pushes ever so slightly on the knife, watching as it slips inside romy’s abdomen. it’s not deep at all, nowhere even close to dangerous. but enough to sting. “say it.” an order. another push, and the knife goes deeper. “how badly do you want me to fuck you, pet? how much do you want me to make you cum with this knife?” the grip on her knife loosens just enough for romy to answer, if she really tries.  

[robynspack]

R O M Y·:

          » despite the cool air and the clouded sky, the  air  was  particularly  humid.  for  this  reason,  romy  takes  to  her  usual  behaviour  of  sitting  by  the  lake  in  nothing  but  her  underwear  (  though  of  course  a  sheer  blouse  lies  beside  her  in  case  she  needs  it.  )  

          as  far  as  she  knows,  she’s  the  only  one  with  such  peculiar  habits,  being  out  late  no  matter  the  weather,  being  drawn  to  bodies  of  water.  she’s  sporadic  yet  predictable  at  the  same  time  when  it  comes  to  her  casual  behaviour,  and  doing  the  things  that  she  enjoys.  so  when  she  hears  the  breaking  of  dried  branches  near  the  wooded  area  behind  her,  she  can’t  help  but  be  curious.  she  picks  the  blouse  up,  pulling  it  on,  but  not  being  overly  conscious  of  covering  herself  up.

          just  outside  of  the  woods  she  can  see  the  girl  standing  there,  motionless  and  quiet  now.  she  has  a  certain  air  about  her  -  a  dangerous  one.  eyes  staring  cold  and  her  face  expressionless.  she  has  to  be  the  first  killer  that  romy  has  seen  without  a  mask,  but  that  only  intrigues  the  blonde  further.  a  killer  who  isn’t  afraid  to  hide  her  face.  romy  approaches  her  with  confidence  nonetheless  in  an  attempt  to  size  her  up.

❝  god  you’re  beautiful,  standing  there  with  those  cold,  dead  eyes.  you  have  to  be  one  of  the  killers…  right  ?  look  what  the  others  did  to  me,  ❞  her  blue  eyes  light  up  as  she  opens  the  white  blouse  to  show  the  stranger  the  deep  cuts  that  extended  from  her  ribs  to  her  back.  she  steps  closer,  for  the  other  girl  to  see,  ❝  you  can  do  your  worst  to  me,  if  you  want.  i’ve  never  met  someone  who  could  break  me.  you  know,  i  think  they  let  me  go  because  i  got  a  little  carried  away…  see  even  after  this  ?  i  tried  to  fuck  them  both.  the  women,  i  mean.  and  not  because  i  wanted  to  be  set  free,  either.  because  i  didn’t.  i  could  have  stayed  there  forever.  wouldn’t  have  made  a  difference  to  me.  ❞  romy  drops  the  blouse,  letting  it  cover  her  wounds  again.  ❝  how  about  you  ?  do  you  want  to  fuck  me  before  you  kill  me  ?  ❞  // @robynspack·

     it’s the perfect cover. vanya didn’t come here with the intention to kill, but once she arrived, how could she resist? with half a dozen serial killers on the loose, maiming and killing anyone they wanted... no one would care about what little old her does. she doesn’t intend to kill any of the other campers - she has a feeling the real killers stalking the grounds wouldn’t take too kindly to that. no, vanya kills the local townspeople. the ones she sees as traitorous - the adulterers, the thieves, the VILE pieces of shit plaguing the land.

that’s the reason she’s out so late tonight. her first kill since she’s gotten here. he was an old fellow, and according to rumors, he was a sickly fellow as well. vanya is sure there will be people celebrating his death in the morning to come, & it makes her smile. a job well done, a murderous thirst quenched. still, she knows she can’t be seen like this, covered in another man’s blood. she intends to dump her clothes in the nearby lake, and give herself a quick rinse off in the process. the last thing she needs is to be seen like this. the real MONSTERS out here could pin the blame on her.

it’s why she winces when she hears the branch crack under her feet, why she freezes when she feels someone approaching her. a loose swear falls from her lips as she reaches for her knife tucked sweetly away in her boot. vanya waits for the other girl to reveal herself, ready to defend herself by any means necessary... but she quickly discovers that she doesn’t have to. 

“what a peculiar little thing you are.” the words aren’t quite directed at romy, rather simply stated as vanya attempts to make sense of the situation. she’s had her victims beg before, to be spared or killed quickly... but she’s NEVER had someone beg to be fucked before. she’ll admit, it’s something she’s fantasized about. she’s gotten off to the idea quite a few times. but she never thought it would actually HAPPEN. for a moment, she’s sure she’s dreaming. but as romy parades her scars, brags about her attempts to seduce the killers treating her as nothing but a plaything... she knows she’s awake

vanya moves closer in turn, a calloused hand reaching up to cup the other’s cheek. it’s gentle at first. vanya is overcome with an urge to PROTECT this purely vile thing. “no, i wouldn’t care to kill someone like you. it would be a waste.” her voice is practically a purr as she caresses the other’s face, before suddenly, her hand cracks a slap across her cheek. the hand isn’t gone for long though, as soon, its fingers are wrapped dangerously around the other’s slender neck. “i think i’ll keep you.” the russian woman raises her knife, waving it tauntingly in front of the other’s face. “the other killers were fools to let something like you go. i won’t be making the same mistake, that’s for sure.” she doesn’t do anything else yet, besides squeezing oh so lightly at romy’s neck. it sounds foolish, but she wants romy to take the lead. vanya’s a killer, but she’s no monster - if anything happens, she wants it to be consensual. another consequence of that devilish feeling of ownership over romy, the urge to keep her safe from every sicko out there (except for her, of course).

[robynspack]

S T E V I E·:

stevie looked at the other for a few seconds. what did she think about fate? did she even believe in fate? like, she used the word before, but did she actually believe in it? or believe herself when she talked about it? “i feel like fate isn’t a real thing. like, you can’t tell me that it was fate thought brought us here, and that fate is allowing these disgusting creatures terrorize people and hurt them. that’s not fate, that’s sadism and scientology methods,” she said. 

     “what else would?” robyn’s words aren’t meant to be mean or harsh this time - it’s simple curiosity. “you can’t believe that nothing otherworldly is afoot here, right? i mean, these killers - these MONSTERS can’t be human. when it comes to this shit, i don’t think fate is that out of the question.” she pauses, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “who knows? maybe fate wants us to die here. there’s gotta be a reason no one can leave.” it’s not exactly something she should joke about, but if she can’t laugh at it, she’d never stop being afraid of the outside. 

[robynspack]

     ROMY HAS ALWAYS INTRIGUED ROBYN. since the day robyn arrived, a fugitive from her own family, the other woman has never failed to catch her attention. most of the people she’s met have had some sense or normalcy. they seem to fear for their lives, attempt to escape or avoid the killers... but not romy. it should scare robyn away, but all it does is make her want to get closer to her.

“hey.” robyn doesn’t have to search long for romy. she’s heard of her midnight walks, how she enjoys relaxing by the water at any time of day. she isn’t exactly prepared to find the other woman topless though. it doesn’t fluster her - robyn would never be affected by something so trivial - but it does catch her off guard. another reason why the other woman is so alluring. “what’s your deal?” it’s a broad question, because robyn wants a broad answer. she wants to know everything. it’s also worth noting that robyn is dogshit at making ‘friendly conversation’. “i’ve never seen someone act so careless while they’re fully aware there are serial killers on the loose. why?” it’s not accusatory, instead her words are filled with curiosity and intrigue. she sits down next to the topless woman, an olive branch. “tell me about yourself.” // @horrorbxby​

[robynspack]

     “WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT FATE?’ admittedly, it’s an odd question. robyn knows this - she knows that it makes her look a little weird. but it’s an important question. robyn has to believe in fate - she has to believe that there’s a reason for what she’s going through right now. it has to have a purpose - it has to be GOOD DAMAGE. it can’t just hurt her; it has to serve some higher purpose. “i feel like it has to exist. there has to be some reason we’re here... some reason we met each other.” the platinum blonde doesn’t feel any special connection with the person she’s talking to, at least not yet. “i don’t think the universe would put me with a bunch’a dumbasses without reason.”

robyn almost forgets that she has a persona to keep up. it’s not a conscious realization of course, her subconscious just needed a moment to catch up with everything going on. i mean, being thrown into some camp with a bunch of serial killers running about? it would throw anyone for a loop. she’s lucky; she hasn’t had a direct run in with any of the beasts yet. but she knows it’s coming, knows that it’s only a matter of time before she’s confronted by one.