forum "Idk If This Would Be Interesting but I'm Making it Anyway"-- Emi, anytime Ever (O/O)

Started April 28, 2019 by Deleted user

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Zack really wouldn't be screaming anymore (well maybe) but yeah sure

I was going to make a dirty joke.
Lol, maybe just have him sulking or something.

Meh

Anyway yeah let me start out

I'm feeling kinda violent today tho so I might have him hooked to an electric chair or smthn

Oof.
You do you bud.

Zackary started awake after the charge of electricity brought in by his head. The heart monitor to his left started beating rapidly as his heart thumped to keep pumping blood through his body. He rose his head off his chest, groaning quietly as his neck gave a harsh twang of protest at the movement.
The guy who was running the whole operation, named Mr. Steel (idk I'm not gonna use him much), slammed his hands down on the electrical table in frustration.
"Fuck! I thought that worked." He wrinkled his nose at the heart monitor and jabbed at a second button to make it stop.
"Do you have any more ideas, genuis?" He snapped to someone at his direct left.

"Shut up Steel. Let me think." A man growled, finger rapidly tapping at the table in front of him. This was one of the hardest assignments he had been given, but the patient would break, they all break eventually. One of the man's fangs pierced his lip as he bit it while thinking, no blood came out. "Move Steel." He ordered, pushing the man out of the way. He stood in front of the new patient, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. "You are a strange man Mr. Zackery," He purred, red eyes glinting in the harsh light.

Zack moved his head slightly to gaze hazily through the window at the man, squinting and finallt sitting up again to peer closer at the opposer of his.
"Uh-huh. I hear that a lot, tell it to my still-beating heart, prick," The Demon growled, spitting meekly at him, despite having little to no saliva. He had received no food or water over th course of the time he's been there, and quite frankly, the Demon would appreciate some. Despite being so weak in the body, Zack was still stubborn as always in his mind. He wouldn't let these stupid people break him down. He would certainly not tell them how to kill him, considering there was a way to do it.

The man seemed to pout, letting out a long sigh. "A shame." He muttered, fingers still tapping. "Actually! I have an idea! Let's shoot bullets into him in the shape of a pentagram!" The vampire exclaimed, a sly smile on his face, revealing his sharp fangs. The man, an angelic vampire, definitely not an angel, an angel would've been shot down for the crimes he had and was committing right now.

Steel clapped his hands together and hurried off to find an appropriate gun for it. The man seemed to be having as much fun as the vampiric Angel.
Zack sighed and relaxed against the hard wood chair that had just shocked him. "Can't you just give it a rest?" They had been at it all day, and Zack just wanted to curl up in his wings (which were not out at all) and sleep. But he knew it'd wane on until these two got tired. Zack sighed again at the realization, shaking his head slowly.

"Nope, sorry Mr. Zackery. I'm getting paid to do this, plus, I've never experimented on a demon before." The man said, taking the gun from Steel as soon as he got it. He did not like that man one bit, not one bit. "If we froze your wings then cut them off, I wonder if your body would slowly get hypothermia too." He wondered aloud, finger tapping on the gun in the same pattern they had been doing so earlier.

"I'm not letting you touch my wings," Zackary spat in response. "The only thing you'd do to them is ruin the feathers, and I'm not having that. You can force me to take them out, asswad." The Demon's hands kneaded the wooden surface agitatedly as he glowered at the vampire, apprehensively waiting the gunshots. He might not die but it will still hurt like hell.

I'm writing out a response, sorry, I'm at classes.//

"I'm not letting you touch my wings," Zackary spat in response. "The only thing you'd do to them is ruin the feathers, and I'm not having that. You can force me to take them out, asswad." The Demon's hands kneaded the wooden surface agitatedly as he glowered at the vampire, apprehensively waiting the gunshots. He might not die but it will still hurt like hell.

"Ah, so your wings are especially sensitive." The man purred, writing down something in his clipboard. I wonder if he thinks I'm going to suck his blood, that would be hilarious, a knee-slapper at it's finest. The vampire thought with an internal eye roll. He pulled out a syringe filled with bright blue, almost glowing liquid and peered at it.

"No, my wings are just pretty and I don't want you touching them!" Zack snapped, even though the vampire was right. His wings were sensitive, but in no way assisted in killing him. It just assisted in things Demon mates did. Zack struggled in the chair with loud growls.
"Can you get me out of this thing?"

"I suppose so, we're at the facility." The man said, looking out of the tinted window behind Zackery. "Put the bag over his head, make sure it's black." The vampire ordered Steel, not caring much if he was in a higher position than him or not. "Let's go." He growled at the slower man, it was pathetic how slow humans moved, truly.

"Shut up," Steel growled, picking up the black bag and carrying it out, smothering Zack's face in it. The Demon just sighed exasperatedly as he was unclipped from the chair and yanked up from it.
"Come on, walk."
"You're doing it for me, asshole," Zack responded smartly, which earned him a smack on the back of his head.

I'm so sorry, can we take a break from this for like a week? I have exams this week.//

Thank you!//

I'm not forgetting, don't worry. It's on a separate tab.//
My brain isn't producing enough energy to actually figure out a reply.//