forum Gore Roleplay

Started February 26, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

Emory awoke to a blinding flash of light. "Hello?"

Hey can I join? Character des below

Name (Preferred): Eryon (any variations; Ry, Ryon)
Pronouns: Female she/her
Age: 17 (is mature for her age)
Height: 6'0"
Personality: Eryon is very headstrong, bold, outgoing and independent, but she also cares very deeply for others. when she becomes close to someone a very strong bond is formed. She is a very real person, sometimes cynical, rebellious and even a bit of an anarchist. But she is very lovable in the end.
(My Character)

" Hello there little one, sorry but I had to take you here, you just looked so vulnerable

Millie says from across the room.

"Um… okay? Where are we?"

Millie walks across the room, her high heels creating an echo that could go for miles. The room that they are in is silent, with black walls and one chair and a hard wood table with chains wrapped around 4 pieces of wood end to end. There is a bag that she grabs some char, and match, helium, and a needle. "You should really present yourself in a more… strong and actually, should I say manly way. You'll get sucked into the world in one blink if you don't" Mille grins wickedly and starts to put helium into the needle.

"What are you doing? I-I'm sorry if I…" Emory began to shake, suddenly realizing with a sinking feeling he was restrained. "What's happening?"

" Nothing right now, I'm just preparing a little something for us to enjoy" Millie whispers, not taking her eyes away from what she is doing.

Millie's hands slip and she pokes herself with the rusty needle, "fuck, oh well, I have antidotes for that, for me." Millie lets the cut's blood ooze out of her hand and onto the floor, gracefully finishing her task.

"It'd better be tequila at this point," he muttered in a sarcastic reply.

"OH! I totally forgot about the tequila, maybe I'll put some of that in the needle to brighten your spirits!" Millie exclaims with genuine excitement.

Nicole walked through the alleyway. She was already plotting her next move, her next kill.

Millie picks up her phone, dialing Nicole's phone number. " Hey, you find the subject yet? This ones funny but…" Millie looks back over at Emory and starts to whisper " he's getting a bit boring"

"I heard that, asshole," Emory muttered. "It's not like I'm enjoying this either."

Millie's eyes bug out, " What the hell did you just say? Do you want me to inject helium into you slowly?" Her eyes are practically the size of golfballs

(i'll be gone for the weekend in a few minutes so :P)
"Why are you injecting helium in me in the first place, huh?" Emory couldn't believe this woman.

Nicole smiled. Millie had found a better target for her. “Nice work. Don’t do anything to him without my permission. I want to give him a slow painful death”, she spoke into the phone.

Millie breaths heavily into the phone, " can I inject him mistress? " she says with slight anger and adrenaline.

“Sure, but don’t let him die until I get there. I want to test some new weapons on him.”, Nicole replied.

" Okay, he might be really tired when you get here from all the screaming he's gonna do… is that okay?" Millie responded timidly

“Works for me.”, Nicole answered. “As long as I get to play my pain games with him.” She gave a deranged smile.

"o-kie" Millie says. Her face darkens and she hangs up the phone and rolls her eyes over to her wild victem "mistress says it's fine, I can do it" She says pressing the syringe into his arm.