title: The Ring aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SyLoX] id: [48015254] date: 星期六, 十一月 19日 2022, 9:56:27 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十一月 19日 2022, 9:59:03 晚上
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The Ring
Taking a much-needed break from decimating a city, a multicolored wolf of unimaginable proportions sits on the crumbling building, eyeing the scurrying mites at his toes. His mouth curls into a sinister smirk, already reddened from the gluttonous consumption of unsuspecting tinies earlier during his destructive tread. But he is not hungry for more prey, instead, he wishes to draw their fear out a bit, while giving into sadistic desires.
Draping his right footpaw over his thigh, he allows his eager fingers to drift below in search of unlucky souls. Those not skewered by his black claws, are caught within his unrelenting grasp. One by one they are brought towards his toe ring, the letters CRUSH engraved into it. A faint chuckle escapes his stained maw before he begins his evil task.
Two bodies are contorted and crushed to fit the “C”. A fox in a business suit cries out in anguish as his back is tailored fit the impressive craftsmanship; a coyote shares the same fate. The wolf chuckles as he hears these cries of pain, which only fuel his lust to further subject tinies to his depraved plan. “R” is next, this time four luckless bodies are mashed and stretched in ways unconceivable to fit the odd curves and directions of the capitalized letter.
The remaining letters are filled out. Some try and fight their fate only to be met with excruciating discomfort as they are jammed to fit. Necks snapped, backs broken, legs contorted in the other direction, he does not mind the sight it only goads him further and further into this murky swamp of sadism. 8 minutes is all it takes before his bloodied toe ring glistens in the light full of bodies.
He slowly lowers it above their heads, before stopping a ways from the ground. His toes flex in response, but it is enough to weirdly entice the rushing micros to stop and take notice. Anyone who looks up sees the dripping blood on the metallic ring. They stare in disgust and horror, mouths agape at the absolute wickedness one must bathe in to not only enjoy but get off on to cram bodies into such tight space.
Shaken to their core, they wish to move, how they wish their feet would carry them forward. Yet their greedy eyes yearn to see more, to take in every inch of the word inscribed in the ring that threateningly looms above their pathetic bodies.
Transfixed at the macabre sight, a depressing silence pours over the area. Death in its purest form is right in their face. No care was spared to end their lives, just jammed and pushed down with force. Entrails strewn about, bones piercing skin in some cases. To make matters worse, someone crammed into the “H” screams in agony, somehow alive after such a brutal adventure. Blood pours down his face as his arms completely detaches and falls to the ground. His voice goes silent.
For his part the wolf sits there growling in absolute lust, fighting the urge to plunge his voracious digits into the enthralled gathering. He can already sense the euphoria he’ll get from the CRUNCH or how the vomitous aural will echo through his ears.
After all, can he deny the pleasure that is hearing the annoying voices quickly go silent in such a seductive sound? And how can he forget the feeling of running his blood-soaked digits allover his paws. The primal look he’d give himself covered in the crimson fluid would only accentuate his stunning, yet untamable beauty.
There’s no denying it; he wants it, no, he craves it. Already sobering up from the high of destroying a city earlier, the urge to again become drunk on the ecstatic feeling of dominating lesser beings is becoming harder and harder to avoid.