#tw; strangulation

[askingcherryblossom]

[vellichorom]

---- Sometimes DEAD is best.

[iincinere]

@mcsmerisms (x)

     She’d been caught.  Her attempt to rescue Carmilla  from Baron’s grip had just blown up in her face.  Even  before she could raise a fighting stance, she was knocked  down to the ground and gripped in a stranglehold.  She  struggled for precious breath, clawing at his hands with her  fingertips in an attempt to get them off her throat.  

     “Ack...P...pl...” she muttered, finding speaking almost as  difficult as staying awake.  She could already feel her hands  growing numb.  “Le...t...me...g...o.”

[frcnkenstein-blog]

@oflavenza , continued from here !

    "Do not mistake me for being critical of the medical examiner’s work, Ms. Lavenza, but..” she starts, and damn it, she thinks she’s staring. She knows. It has to be. “... they missed an incredibly glaring detail. Look at the markings on the neck in the photograph. Those are not rope. Mrs. Sinclair couldn’t have been strangled from the rope that was found hanging nearby. Those are fingerprints.”

    Fingerprints she knows better than anyone else’s. They’re mismatched, odd, and large, like somebody had gone through the trouble of collecting fingers just to strangle a poor soul. Fingerprints that had ended William’s, Henry’s, and Elizabeth’s lives. Ones that sometimes even came around in dreams to try and strangle her, herself.

   God, would she stop staring whenever she got the chance? What was getting into her? If her eyes weren’t on the files or pictures in front of her, they were on the other woman. She has this feeling, and she, while wishing to embrace it, also knows what might happen if she does. “They’re misshapen, obviously. But somebody might have committed more murders than just one to cover their tracks.”

[cardinneverloses]

When Cardin opened his eyes, there wasn’t much to see. A dimly lit room, concrete floors, walls that were too close for comfort and a man with a heavy thick white mustache who, by the looks of how he stood with his arms crossed and angry sneer that Cardin had felt before, wasn’t very happy. With his hands bound behind the wooden chair, Cardin had no where to run or even to move.

There was a thick cold in the air, a foreshadowing of what he was certain to come as the man stepped forward. “I’ll give you one chance to answer, where’s my daughter?” Jacques Schnee, head of the Schnee company approached him even further until there was hardly any room between them. The man smelled of expensive cologne and cigar ash, exactly as one would think of a man in his position. It only made Cardin smile slightly in the disorientation he felt when just waking from a brutally forced nap.

“No clue, I’m not her sitter. I thought you’d have a leash on her by now.”

When Cardin looked up to meet the mans eyes, instead he was met with a hard punch across his cheek, then another on the other side. “Don’t test me, boy! One more quip like that then I’ll see to it you end up in a gutter like the rest of your kind.”

Blood already began to fall from the copper haired boys nose. Did this guy really think he was scary? He felt his hair being grabbed by a gloved hand and roughly pulled to be forced to look at the elder “Now. Where is she.” Jacques voice was heavy with disdain, impatience and just a hint of joy as beating on a defenseless man must be cathartic. Through dazed eyes, Cardin could see how the mans eyes beckoned him to continue resisting an answer.

Through pride, that’s exactly what he did, spitting a mixture of blood and spit at the man and being rewarded to a fine white pant legged knee to the face combined with his head being forcibly pulled into the attack from his hair causing both a faint sound of a crack and Cardin letting out a loud, pained yell. Jacques smirked under that white mustache of his as he took a step back, finding a piece of cloth in his pocket and wiping at the blood on his knee for a moment as he spoke.

“It must be easy for someone like you to act so cocky. I pity you.” The man cleaned the gloves he wore, soon taking them off and shoving them in his pocket along with the fine cloth, now stained with small smears of red. “Having to be so dependent on my daughters thievery to see your wife…”

Cardin’s eyes widened as for the first time in this exchange, he was baffled as to how in the world Jacques would know that “What? How did you-“

With a roll of his eyes, he answered easily “Do you really think I didn’t know anything about my own daughter? Have you asked yourself why I pulled you out from the streets? To get answers out of you? The silly girl tried to hide a diary, but failed to hide it well enough. You shoot yourself up with the Love drug, much more than one is supposed to just so you could live in a sad little world where everything is sunshine and rainbows. How pathetic.” Jacques laughed, mulling over it all. “The sheer dependency on another that she wrote about you having is just childish.”

For a moment, Cardin’s head slumped, looking down to his lap as he thought about it. It was pitiful, it was silly, and without the capability to feel the love he had for his wife, logic was only there to tell him ‘It’s only a person, let go already.’ Cardin smiled, chuckled then started to laugh as realization euphoria covered him like a cold body bag. When looking up to meet the cold winter of Jacques confused eyes, Cardin could only speak

“You really lack a lot of empathy for someone who claims to be normal.”

Something snapped inside the old man just then as rage filled his features, stomping over to the boy and wrapping his cold bare hands around Cardin’s throat while screaming in a forced, scratchy and breathless tone.

“I am not like one of you! How dare you compare me to trash like you! Never! Ever! Speak to me as if I were on the same level as you!” His grip tightened causing Cardin’s throat to fully close as he struggled to breath, there was nothing he could do as the man wouldn’t let up, truly releasing the evil Jacques had inside of him in that moment.

Darkness was the last thing Cardin could remember.

[opscurus]

✿ - to grab my muse by the throat and pin them to a wall/table/floor/etc (From the aggressive symbol meme) @the-dark-sinner

AGGRESSIVE SYMBOL MEME

@the-dark-sinner

Out of the darkness, a hand came abruptly to grab the Anomaly by the throat and squeeze - HARD. He couldn’t breathe as his hands scrabbled at nothing and he was pushed down against the floor, shihakusho tearing more and leaving his skin exposed. Having been already injured, the fall to the floor only made things worse and Ichigo coughed, tasting blood. 

His head felt so light as his air was restricted - as the hand only gripped more a body moved over him, he couldn’t see who it was. Did they wish to kill him? If so they were on the right track.

[parcxysme]

"I'm in the mood to violently strangle someone." Safe to say Carmen was in the worst mood at the moment.

[cvddly-blog1]

☞ + Purple Guy

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.(SUPER HELLA ACCEPTING JUST SPAM ME TBH)

                  “Follow me, child… I can give you a private introduction to your favorite animatronic. Won’t that be fun? Just you and your animatronic friend, and me…” He grinned down at the child, making it appear sweet to them but there was a hint of something far more malicious behind it. Good thing children were  s t u p i d. This one didn’t even question a thing– They simply nodded their head eagerly, oh so eagerly, and took him by the hand.

                  He led the child into one of the private rooms, knowing no other worker would currently be back there, and he shut the door behind them. “They’re over here– Freddy can’t wait to meet you. Just follow me…” Once they were further back in the room his hands were suddenly LATCHED around the child’s throat, sweet grin turning sickly.

                  “Shh… Nobody can hear you… Freddy will be here soon, anyways, so why are you trying to get away?” His grip tightened, crushing the child’s trachea. When the child went limp in his hands he felt a rush of euphoria wash over him – but then it was gone all too soon. “What a pity… You couldn’t fill the void either… Guess I’ll just have to  k e e p  t r y i n g.”