Sick Little Games

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

[rockatanskymax]

[millenarism]

“They’re alive, are they? How unfortunate for them. Any fun stories? New developments?” Lena paused for a moment, remembering what she’d been intending to do the day the mansion was bombed. “Have you skinned anyone? I’ve always wondered how long a normal human would survive it, but I have yet to try.” Noting the change in trajectory of a lurid gaze, Lena nodded. “Eh. I was with Katerina the last time so it wasn’t as… satisfying as usual.” 

[tommyvanwheele]

"Nothing out of the ordinary.” Of course, as not only an interrogator but also a spy and in general a man who had connections pretty much everywhere, there were quite a few intriguing stories, there was just no point in sharing them as of right now. “Ah, flaying.” A satisfied smirk distorted his features as he leaned back, releasing a billow of smoke into the air. “I have conducted such experiments, yes.” The topic brought with it fond memories of partially skinned people screaming in agony. “It depends. On the person, on the circumstances, on your own skills.” He shot her a look. “There are different methods as well. You can leave them out in the sun for a bit first if it’s hot enough outside, or submerge them in boiling water.” Nothing needed to be added about Katerina. The woman was a weak shadow of her former self and everyone knew it.

[mikaelaboleyn]

Tommy Van Wheele was curious about two things; what pure innocence tasted like and how far he could go until he’d break it.

(this is super creepy, feel free to ignore it!!!)

It was another stand-off, yet another night he’d appeared like a nightmare in the dark, threatened her within an inch of her life. He always made sure to part with sweet, mocking words - she was used to those by now. But this time, he’d taken it a step further ~ breached her silence with a kiss.

… If you could call it that.

 As soon as his mouth touched hers, one hand rose to his chest in protest, intent on shoving him back. But then… Contrary to all reason, contrary to every moral she’d ever held dear - her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt instead, lips parting tentatively to meet his. He took over then, and Mikaela knew she’d regret it even as she surrendered.

It was beyond wrong - it broke all of her rules. Kisses were love and affection and tenderness… Kisses were not this; a clawing hunger, a sick desire flooding her system - one foot in the grave. 

And that was the night she understood why some people deliberately chose Hell… Even over the dulcet promise of an eternal Heaven.

[tommyvanwheele]

“That’s the beauty of it.” He could be fucking her senseless while tracing a dagger over any part of her body, ever so slightly cutting through skin and flesh, and she wouldn’t even notice until the warm sensation of blood would give it away. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes remained on her without a single blink. “Pleasure,” he told her without going into the detail she seemed to be asking for, “Protest. The enticing combination of it.”

[millenarism]

Pleasure. Protest. Blood, but that was a given. Lena silently wondered what Tommy’s obviously twisted fantasy involved, but half the fun was not knowing so she decided not to push it. Especially because she still couldn’t be completely sure homicide wasn’t involved. “Très vague,” she snickered, giving Tommy a calculated once over. “Kill anyone lately?”

[tommyvanwheele]

There was something extremely satisfying about her knowing that his fantasies involved her, and the fact that she was left to wonder about the details only added to that. "No." The word came out in a cloud of cigarette smoke. "Tortured a few, but allowed them to live." Which, in a lot of cases, was more cruel than the alternative. Life wasn't exactly life anymore after a little treatment in Tommy's dungeon, it was one long nightmare painted with horrifying scars and various missing body parts, from fingers to eyeballs to anything else that could be removed without certain death of the victim. Tommy's gaze moving from Lena's breasts up to her eyes was the only indication of him silently returning the question.

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

tommyvanwheele:

“You could be a fucking escort and you’d still get yourself killed. We’re talking about a gang, Lynn, that’s not a fucking game you know how to play.” Tommy leaned in close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. “Your death would be a waste,” he spat, his cold eyes locking with hers before he let go of her.

“If I’m truly that stupid in your eyes, then why do you keep coming back?” Lynn taunted, her tone serious as he finally released her. Straightening out her shirt, she neglected the latter comment. Thought she was dumb but wanted her around. That man never did make a drop of sense to her.

[tommyvanwheele]

“Because I’m bored.” He scoffed, his eyes never leaving her. “If you’re that desperate for attention, you shouldn't have quit your job at Vicious." He wasn't in the fucking mood to flatter her, she could find someone else for that.

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

“While those are all wonderful compliments, that’s what I’m talking about. The assumption that all that and the ob is all I could do,” Lynn responded. “All jobs are not just assassin jobs. I could find something suitable.” Not missing a beat she went on with, “And while I am into the whole kinky submissive thing–I doubt that’s what you intended here, so kindly let me go.”

[tommyvanwheele]

“You could be a fucking escort and you’d still get yourself killed. We’re talking about a gang, Lynn, that’s not a fucking game you know how to play.” Tommy leaned in close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. “Your death would be a waste,” he spat, his cold eyes locking with hers before he let go of her.

[fckyeahromangodfrey]

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

“You think I don’t know that? You think I’m so clueless as to what they do? I’m about sick of this shit.” She didn’t know much when it came to self-defense and she couldn’t lie about that either. One thing that would always do the trick if she managed it, was a low blow. One she wouldn’t be feeling bad for after his comments. “I am more than just some pretty face or Aria’s mother! Get that through your thick skull!”

[tommyvanwheele]

“Yes, you’re more than a pretty face. You’re a pretty body, with a hot ass and hot boobs, and the kind of ignorant innocence about it that makes men go crazy, which is why you did a fucking fantastic job in my club. But-” he stressed without losening his grip on her, “none of that is what the Cessations need. If you came back for that, you’re more stupid than I thought.”

[millenarism]

“Are they?” Something about being the subject of a Tommy fantasy was comforting, but only insofar as she assumed he wasn’t killing her. She couldn’t really be sure. “Do tell, Maestro. I love a good story, unless of course I’m screaming in pain in your fantasies because you know that’ll never happen.” It was a common thread with men. “Other things, however,” Lena shrugged.

[tommyvanwheele]

"That’s the beauty of it.” He could be fucking her senseless while tracing a dagger over any part of her body, ever so slightly cutting through skin and flesh, and she wouldn’t even notice until the warm sensation of blood would give it away. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes remained on her without a single blink. “Pleasure,” he told her without going into the detail she seemed to be asking for, “Protest. The enticing combination of it.”

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

Lynn winced when she hit the wall, having zero time t even react as she wasn’t expecting him to do that of all things. “What the hell are you doing?!” She hadn’t ever been genuinely scared of him, but she was nearing that about now.

[tommyvanwheele]

"That’s what you should be asking yourself,” he growled, keeping her pinned against the wall with no effort at all. Wherever she had been the past months, she obviously hadn’t acquired any useful skills at all. She fit the stereotype of the beautiful, dumb blonde almost annoyingly well. “This is a gang, Lynn, not a fucking high school club.”

[tommyvanwheele]

"Oh Leen.” A brief, sadistic grin crossed his features, his amusement about her offer showing. “My fantasies are far more intricate than that and involve a lot more than a bath tub.” There was a reason they were only fantasies after all.

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

“Who told you about that? And besides, that’s already done so.”

[tommyvanwheele]

Instead of an answer that she didn’t need, Tommy grabbed her and roughly shoved her against the nearest wall, keeping her hands pinned against it. The fact that they were in an alley with no guards around made this almost too easy. 

[millenarism]

“I’m the perfect evil minion; of course you invite me.”

“No, but calling you out on it is too much fun to pass up.” Lena held the carton out to Tommy with an incredulous grin. “Here you go, Bossman.”

[tommyvanwheele]

“Pity,” he mumbled, taking the carton from her. His favorite brand. “You’re a bit less willing in my daydreams.”

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

“I see you’re still stalking about in the shadows. You didn’t need to scare me.”

[tommyvanwheele]

“For someone who doesn’t like to be scared you are awfully eager to join a certain infamous gang.”

[millenarism]

“I knew there was a reason I was nice enough to bring you a carton of cigs.” 

“Could you stop daydreaming about me bathing in blood while I can see you?”

[tommyvanwheele]

"I knew there was a reason I invite you to my tea parties.”

“Why, does it bother you?”

[millenarism]

“I swear you only show up for evil tea parties and to remind me why I don’t wear dresses.”

[tommyvanwheele]

“Aka the two things I care about most.” 

[lynn-sylvestre-blog]

Lynn had that odd feeling of being watched as she made her way down the street, though she really had no reason to. She had been with Aria for the day, and Salvatore even if she wished the latter wasn’t true. Finally unable to take it, she turned around; her expression showing her worry. “Excuse me, but were you following me?”

[tommyvanwheele]

“Took you far too long to notice.”