Post by dominic antonio falcone on Mar 4, 2012 20:15:32 GMT -5
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some of them want to abuse you
SOME OF THEM WANT TO BE ABUSED
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THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR ANYONE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE SOMEONE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS 1972 WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE AS MUCH AS I DID, I MIGHT'VE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY. AND I KNOW MIGHT SEEM HARD TO HAVE YOUR CHARRIE BUMP INTO BUT NO WORRIES.
THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR ANYONE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE SOMEONE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS 1972 WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE AS MUCH AS I DID, I MIGHT'VE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY. AND I KNOW MIGHT SEEM HARD TO HAVE YOUR CHARRIE BUMP INTO BUT NO WORRIES.
Jacksonville was steadily being covered in darkness, the skies above the city were fighting off what little light wanted to remain illuminated. It was a losing battle as everyone knew, the sun was longer in sight as it had disappeared over the horizon and soon even its lingering light would be snuffed out. Dusk was upon them and even that would come to an end; people might draw comfort from the streetlamps that turned on to fight off the night but they were stupid. Because this was the time of the night when everyone who’d been waiting to cause hell came out and they were looking for trouble with those who least expected.
One poor soul was running for his life as if he could be the shadowed man who was on his heels; with every glance over his shoulder the terror written on his face was so visible that his purser was feeding off the fear that was inside the man. No matter how fast, or how long, he tried to run he’d catch him; he’d make blood spill out of the helpless man and onto the pavement. He’d gotten a shot at him and managed to knick him just above his eye, and even with the space between them he could still see the crimson liquid that trickled down the man’s face before it fell to ground leaving a trail to find him if he were able to get away. But no matter what obstacle he tried to throw in his path his purser overcame it and was still hot on his trail, like a lion on the hunt dead set on catching and killing his prey.
He was scared of being caught, scared of what this man would do to him.
Which was probably what gave him the adrenaline rush he needed to keep his legs pumping at the pace they were at; why his feet were able to keep pounding against the pavement even though they, and every muscle in his body, were screaming out for him to stop. The man chasing him knew exactly what had him unwilling to stop; his strong will to live to see another day. It would be easy to beat that spirit out of him, because he clearly wasn’t thinking as he turned down a dark alley to try and evade him. His feet slid over the wet surface as he turned the corner to keep after the frightened victim, grabbing onto the wall for support so he wouldn’t fall down and give the man time to think of a way to escape him. A devilish grin spread across his face as his piercing green eyes followed his victim, knowing exactly where he was headed; a dead end.
Even though his breathing had quickened he was in control of it, and his muscles weren’t screaming out in pain for him to stop; the endorphins had kicked in and were screaming for more this. Working out as often as he did his body was just treating this as another day at the gym and was ready for more pain to be thrown at it so it could overcome it, but he wasn’t listening to his body he was listening to the voice in his head that was telling him to pound on that man who had done him wrong. Quickly running up on the man he slammed him up against the wall face first, a sickening grin spread across his face as he watched his big dumb head bounce off the brick wall like a basketball before his body collapsed into a heap onto the ground.
”I’m..s-s-sorry…I-I-I..shouldn’t h-h-have ran…”
Yeah he was sorry and yeah he shouldn’t have ran, but all that could be done about that now was teaching him a lesson. Not listening to him as he wheezed out apologies under his labored breathes. Watching his movements carefully he scrutinized the mans every action as one of his hands held his head where it’d run into the wall and the other fished in his back pocket for something. Without a moment’s hesitation Dom had two fist fulls of the man’s shirt and was hoisting him into the air, so his feet dangled a few inches off the ground and his back was slammed up against the brick wall. Slam him into the hard surface he tried to knock some sense into him so he didn’t get any funny ideas and try to pull a knife or a gun; instead he produced a ratty wallet and held out shakily in front of Dom’s face. He looked at it almost amused by the man’s attempts to get on Dom’s good side.
”J-J-Just take it…t-t-take whatever you want…”
He wasn’t going to, he didn’t need this guy’s approval to do so. Snatching up the wallet in one hand and his other releasing the poor chump at the same time he fell back to the ground in a pathetic heap trying to collect himself as Dom rifled through the peace offering. He pocketed the cash but didn’t see anything else worth taking and threw it on the ground at the punks feet, his fingers closing around his ankle as he noticed him trying to slink away and yanked him back before pulling him off the ground once again.
He hadn’t hit him yet and the man’s face was a mess, tears now streaming down his cheeks and hearing him sniffling he was sure soon he’d be one of those idiots that let snot hang from his face. A sad pathetic mess; soon to be made worse. He stopped listening to the man’s pleas but as he drew in a breath he inhaled a distinct scent, something he knew but couldn’t place until his eyes fell on the wet stain expanding down the man’s leg. Instead of laughing at him as he might have done he looked at it in disgust and created space between them while still holding the sorry son of a bitch up by the color of his shirt. Enough of this it was time his fists did the talking and shut this man up.
Nailing blow after blow on his face he saw as it began to swell up in places, his body tingled all over in excitement as the crimson liquid spilled over the man’s face even more, and his heart raced as he felt and heard the hard crunch of bone as he broke multiple ones over the man’s body. The jaw was the first to go, his damn screams in agony might draw attention; assuming anyone was out this time of night. In one swift motion he’d pulled the man’s hand back as he had tried to block his face and broke his wrist, before breaking his arm and leaving the limp appendage alone to do more work.
Stepping back to admire his work, the corner of his lip turned up in the most sadistic lopsided smirk. The lifeless deformed body before him gasped for air, and tried to move but it was plain to see no matter how he tried it hurt; it all hurt. Tilting his head to the side he stood there for a moment enjoying the sight before him and wondering if the idiot would try to speak. Hunching over he leaned in close but only heard moans in pain escape from his lips, licking his own he emitted a low amused chuckle while slowly getting closer. The man’s eyes flit in his direction and the terror in them filled him with such joy, but he reached and pat the man’s swollen and bruised cheek. Watching as he winced in pain at the light touch. ”Relax, you’re a broken mess. The only other thing I could do for you would be to end your life…” Dom offered up and swore he tried his hardest to shake his head in the hopes to be spared, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He’d had enough but Dom felt like he hadn’t, though he stilled himself.
Affectionately he stroked the man’s hair, it had been his fault this happen. If he’d given Dom what he’d wanted earlier this wouldn’t have happened, and he had to have known that. Looking at the man knowingly he slowly nodded his head to tell him what he should know, ”This is all your fault. Now you can lie here in your own blood and think about what you’ve done.” He rose to his full height but kept his eyes trained on the man, ”And you should keep that mouth shut tight about this or I’ll kill you.” He shrugged as if he had no other choice before raising his booted foot up into the air and slamming it hard into the man’s broken face to knock him out.
Time to find more fun.
Making his way out of the alley he took notice of his red stained hands and looked around to find a place to wipe them off; only finding a melting pile of snow he scooped some up and used the cold white substance to clean off his hands as best he could, once satisfied with how little blood still resided on them he wiped his wet hands onto the sides of his pants. A neon sign flashed in his peripheral vision and he turned to see what the fuck this bright light was doing there. After all he’d thought he was in a rather unpopulated part of town and yet here was something he hadn’t noticed before. The casino on the outskirts of town, Snake Eyes Casino. He knew it well, came often enough to blow his money or other peoples, so it was strange he hadn’t realized he was in this neck of the woods. No matter though now he had cash burning a hole in his pocket and poker tables calling his name; Dom couldn’t have planned it better if he tried. Making his way down the street his eyes swept over the faces of the people who were apparently headed the same way, taking note if any were acting suspicious and if they were talking about having heard a poor man screaming. But none seemed to have heard or noticed, or cared maybe, they were all laughing and talking about pointless things. Good, they needed to mind their own fucking business.
Stepping through the door as a man held it open for the woman he was with Dom didn’t even acknowledge him as he made his way into the entrance of the casino. Blinking as he ducked his head down to shield it from the bright lights, damn he wasn’t ready for that retinal scaring; he never was after walking in off the darkened streets. Ignoring the couple he’d passed by who were now speaking about him in hopes he’d hear, but they weren’t important and they didn’t matter. They should be thankful for that instead of bitching. Pushing people out of his way he made his way to the poker tables, Texas Hold ‘Em was his game; even if he didn’t always win it was his game of choice. Sliding into an open chair he stared at the woman who was glaring at him for beating her to the chair, his eyebrow shot up as he smirked and laughed at her for not being quick enough. Apparently she thought she was entitled because her hands went to her hips and she looked at him like he should give her the seat, but hell that wasn’t happening.
Dom’s attention was turned to the dealer who was telling him how much the buy in was, digging in his pocket he found enough and placed it on the table. The cash played, and now he’d hopefully take some the houses money to make his night even better.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One poor soul was running for his life as if he could be the shadowed man who was on his heels; with every glance over his shoulder the terror written on his face was so visible that his purser was feeding off the fear that was inside the man. No matter how fast, or how long, he tried to run he’d catch him; he’d make blood spill out of the helpless man and onto the pavement. He’d gotten a shot at him and managed to knick him just above his eye, and even with the space between them he could still see the crimson liquid that trickled down the man’s face before it fell to ground leaving a trail to find him if he were able to get away. But no matter what obstacle he tried to throw in his path his purser overcame it and was still hot on his trail, like a lion on the hunt dead set on catching and killing his prey.
He was scared of being caught, scared of what this man would do to him.
Which was probably what gave him the adrenaline rush he needed to keep his legs pumping at the pace they were at; why his feet were able to keep pounding against the pavement even though they, and every muscle in his body, were screaming out for him to stop. The man chasing him knew exactly what had him unwilling to stop; his strong will to live to see another day. It would be easy to beat that spirit out of him, because he clearly wasn’t thinking as he turned down a dark alley to try and evade him. His feet slid over the wet surface as he turned the corner to keep after the frightened victim, grabbing onto the wall for support so he wouldn’t fall down and give the man time to think of a way to escape him. A devilish grin spread across his face as his piercing green eyes followed his victim, knowing exactly where he was headed; a dead end.
Even though his breathing had quickened he was in control of it, and his muscles weren’t screaming out in pain for him to stop; the endorphins had kicked in and were screaming for more this. Working out as often as he did his body was just treating this as another day at the gym and was ready for more pain to be thrown at it so it could overcome it, but he wasn’t listening to his body he was listening to the voice in his head that was telling him to pound on that man who had done him wrong. Quickly running up on the man he slammed him up against the wall face first, a sickening grin spread across his face as he watched his big dumb head bounce off the brick wall like a basketball before his body collapsed into a heap onto the ground.
”I’m..s-s-sorry…I-I-I..shouldn’t h-h-have ran…”
Yeah he was sorry and yeah he shouldn’t have ran, but all that could be done about that now was teaching him a lesson. Not listening to him as he wheezed out apologies under his labored breathes. Watching his movements carefully he scrutinized the mans every action as one of his hands held his head where it’d run into the wall and the other fished in his back pocket for something. Without a moment’s hesitation Dom had two fist fulls of the man’s shirt and was hoisting him into the air, so his feet dangled a few inches off the ground and his back was slammed up against the brick wall. Slam him into the hard surface he tried to knock some sense into him so he didn’t get any funny ideas and try to pull a knife or a gun; instead he produced a ratty wallet and held out shakily in front of Dom’s face. He looked at it almost amused by the man’s attempts to get on Dom’s good side.
”J-J-Just take it…t-t-take whatever you want…”
He wasn’t going to, he didn’t need this guy’s approval to do so. Snatching up the wallet in one hand and his other releasing the poor chump at the same time he fell back to the ground in a pathetic heap trying to collect himself as Dom rifled through the peace offering. He pocketed the cash but didn’t see anything else worth taking and threw it on the ground at the punks feet, his fingers closing around his ankle as he noticed him trying to slink away and yanked him back before pulling him off the ground once again.
He hadn’t hit him yet and the man’s face was a mess, tears now streaming down his cheeks and hearing him sniffling he was sure soon he’d be one of those idiots that let snot hang from his face. A sad pathetic mess; soon to be made worse. He stopped listening to the man’s pleas but as he drew in a breath he inhaled a distinct scent, something he knew but couldn’t place until his eyes fell on the wet stain expanding down the man’s leg. Instead of laughing at him as he might have done he looked at it in disgust and created space between them while still holding the sorry son of a bitch up by the color of his shirt. Enough of this it was time his fists did the talking and shut this man up.
Nailing blow after blow on his face he saw as it began to swell up in places, his body tingled all over in excitement as the crimson liquid spilled over the man’s face even more, and his heart raced as he felt and heard the hard crunch of bone as he broke multiple ones over the man’s body. The jaw was the first to go, his damn screams in agony might draw attention; assuming anyone was out this time of night. In one swift motion he’d pulled the man’s hand back as he had tried to block his face and broke his wrist, before breaking his arm and leaving the limp appendage alone to do more work.
Stepping back to admire his work, the corner of his lip turned up in the most sadistic lopsided smirk. The lifeless deformed body before him gasped for air, and tried to move but it was plain to see no matter how he tried it hurt; it all hurt. Tilting his head to the side he stood there for a moment enjoying the sight before him and wondering if the idiot would try to speak. Hunching over he leaned in close but only heard moans in pain escape from his lips, licking his own he emitted a low amused chuckle while slowly getting closer. The man’s eyes flit in his direction and the terror in them filled him with such joy, but he reached and pat the man’s swollen and bruised cheek. Watching as he winced in pain at the light touch. ”Relax, you’re a broken mess. The only other thing I could do for you would be to end your life…” Dom offered up and swore he tried his hardest to shake his head in the hopes to be spared, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He’d had enough but Dom felt like he hadn’t, though he stilled himself.
Affectionately he stroked the man’s hair, it had been his fault this happen. If he’d given Dom what he’d wanted earlier this wouldn’t have happened, and he had to have known that. Looking at the man knowingly he slowly nodded his head to tell him what he should know, ”This is all your fault. Now you can lie here in your own blood and think about what you’ve done.” He rose to his full height but kept his eyes trained on the man, ”And you should keep that mouth shut tight about this or I’ll kill you.” He shrugged as if he had no other choice before raising his booted foot up into the air and slamming it hard into the man’s broken face to knock him out.
Time to find more fun.
Making his way out of the alley he took notice of his red stained hands and looked around to find a place to wipe them off; only finding a melting pile of snow he scooped some up and used the cold white substance to clean off his hands as best he could, once satisfied with how little blood still resided on them he wiped his wet hands onto the sides of his pants. A neon sign flashed in his peripheral vision and he turned to see what the fuck this bright light was doing there. After all he’d thought he was in a rather unpopulated part of town and yet here was something he hadn’t noticed before. The casino on the outskirts of town, Snake Eyes Casino. He knew it well, came often enough to blow his money or other peoples, so it was strange he hadn’t realized he was in this neck of the woods. No matter though now he had cash burning a hole in his pocket and poker tables calling his name; Dom couldn’t have planned it better if he tried. Making his way down the street his eyes swept over the faces of the people who were apparently headed the same way, taking note if any were acting suspicious and if they were talking about having heard a poor man screaming. But none seemed to have heard or noticed, or cared maybe, they were all laughing and talking about pointless things. Good, they needed to mind their own fucking business.
Stepping through the door as a man held it open for the woman he was with Dom didn’t even acknowledge him as he made his way into the entrance of the casino. Blinking as he ducked his head down to shield it from the bright lights, damn he wasn’t ready for that retinal scaring; he never was after walking in off the darkened streets. Ignoring the couple he’d passed by who were now speaking about him in hopes he’d hear, but they weren’t important and they didn’t matter. They should be thankful for that instead of bitching. Pushing people out of his way he made his way to the poker tables, Texas Hold ‘Em was his game; even if he didn’t always win it was his game of choice. Sliding into an open chair he stared at the woman who was glaring at him for beating her to the chair, his eyebrow shot up as he smirked and laughed at her for not being quick enough. Apparently she thought she was entitled because her hands went to her hips and she looked at him like he should give her the seat, but hell that wasn’t happening.
Dom’s attention was turned to the dealer who was telling him how much the buy in was, digging in his pocket he found enough and placed it on the table. The cash played, and now he’d hopefully take some the houses money to make his night even better.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
