Collection of Povs

Foolish man

Jules eyes the man that lays before him on the cold ground of the basement. Jules sighs and gazes at the man as he takes a puff off his cigarette. He was almost naked, stripped down to only underwear. He was bound to the wall behind him with his arms and his body was covered in numerous wounds..he was so..so vulnerable laying there before Jules and staring up at him through half opened eyes.

At the beginning he screamed..struggled,called Jules names of all sorts. As if that really bothered him. But now? The fight had left the man. Just a vessel of what he used to be..a disgusting abuser. A pig. A sneer appears on Jules lips. "You're so disgusting",he mutters and takes another drag off his cigarette before kneeling down next to the man. "Drugging that girls drink..tzz.. disgusting",he brings out through clenched teeth as he presses out the cigarette on the man's stomach. He gazes at him in boredom as a silent whine escapes the males throat. "No complaints left,huh?",Jules asks in amusemt and flicks the cigarette away. "boring",he shrugs and gets back up,giving the man's ribs a hard kick. It didn't even took two days to breaks the man's spirit. Not even two fucking days.

God was that frustrating.

"I should get rid off you soon",Jules says unbothered and shrugs,a grin spreading on his lips as he sees the fear in the man's eyes. "You know..",he starts and paces through the room "the ones before you were a lot more fun.. you're just god..so..so fucking boring!",his voice gets more heated with each word. "Can't even struggle anymore! No fight left! God!",he sneerls and glares at him.
Empty eyes stare right back to him. So empty..so lifeless. Jules brushes a hand through his hair and grabs a syringe from the small table.
He holds it up into the light

"This..this will make you just fall asleep..and well",a low chuckle escapes his throat "guess what? Never wake up again",he tilts his head "you'd like that? A peaceful dead? Yes?",no reaction.

"But oh no..",Jules shakes his head and puts the syringe away. "As if..as if I'd allow a monster like you to have a peaceful death,hm?", he mutters. "A monster..no.. that's not good enough to express what you are",he shakes his head and falls silent as he thinks.
"An abnormality..yeah that fits",he nods as if proud of that conclusion. "You tried drugging her..and then what?",he mutters and kneels back down to him. "rape her? Kill her?",he looks right at those lifeless eyes.
Silence.

No answer.

Jules narrows his eyes in anger "answer me!",he spits out and roughly grabs the man's chin,his cold fingers burying themselves into the flesh beneath him.
Silence..again. "of course..you pigs are all the same!",he hisses "Bug talkers until you figure how shitty it feels to be treated the way you treat others..",he huffs and glares at the man,falling silent as he thinks about something.

"You know..I have a sister",he says and tilts his head. "I love her? I suppose I do at least",he shrugs "But she's a little whiny bitch..most times",he explains,a flicker of confusion meets his gaze. "she's.. let's say it's complicated. Needs to be put back in her place again from time to time",a dry laugh escapes his throat at the memory. "But hey! That's brotherly love! That's.. protection. Protection from those filthy pigs like you",he spits out.

He lets go of the man's chin just to give him a harsh slap across the face.

A sigh escapes him. "But what you do.. I'm sure that's not love,huh? No..that's not..no definitely not..you are just trying to satisfy your disgusting thoughts. Your oh so filthy mind, trying to satisfy it with those poor girls..",he whispers,his voice dropping with danger.
"But hey.. that's what I'm here for. Showing monsters like you that you can't get away with your bullshit behaviour",he smiles proudly "so I'm some sort of saint! Basically..",he shrugs.

In some twisted way he was a saint, wasn't he? He was just protecting others. While maybe..having a little fun himself with his victims..but hey! His needs had to be satisfied somehow!

He did the right thing.

He only satisfied his needs with those disgusting pigs..and well maybe from time to time with Lilith. But who had to know that? Exactly. No one.
He swallows hard at the thought of his sister. "Did you ever think about what the things you do,do to others?",he asks harshly "surely not.. you're an egoist. Why would you even waste a single thought on such things? Huh?",he growls,anger bubbling up inside of him.

"She doesn't even talk anymore..she tried taking her own life!",he brings out, feeling tears burning behind his eyes as the memories of that one day back when they were 16 resurfaces and floods his mind. "I swore..I swore her I'd never let anything like that happen to her again",he hisses "and I guess with that I made a promise to every other victim.. I'm just a protector! A saint as I said!",his eyes flash with something almost insane. Or no it was definitely something completely insane. "Sureee maybe I'm to harsh to her from time to time! But hey.. that's only for her own safety!",he mutters through clenched teeth and glares at the man.

Again there was silence.

"God.. you're really no fun.. you're so completely broken..like a toy",a toy? Yeah. His victims were just toys..toys he could play with until they were of no use anymore. "I promise.. I'll end your misery of a life very soon",he smiles in an almost friendly way. "Maybe I'll let Alex toy a little with you beforehand..or afterwards? Eh doesn't matter he'd like not",he waves off as he thinks out aloud. The thought of his boyfriend rises a weird feeling within him.

A feeling he barely felt,like something hugging his soul. Boyfriend? Oh fuck no..no not boyfriend,Jules gritts his teeth. God not fucking Boyfriend. What was he thinking?

Boyfriend..such nonsense.

"Mmm.. whatever he'd enjoy you. Dead or alive, doesn't matter",he shrugs and feels over the man's exposed chest with his fingertips, pressing his fingers into a fresh wound,a sinister sparkle in his eyes as he feels the man squirm beneath his fingers,a low and painful whine escaping his throat. "oh..pardon me..did that hurt? Oh poor soul",he whispers,almost pitiful and yet at the same time he begins digging his fingers deeper inside.

Suddenly his hand snaps back in an abrupt movement,he retreats his fingers and gazes at his now bloody fingertips. "Hmm..",he hums "see now you've made them all dirty..cariño",Jules brings out in an almost friendly and playful tone.

Yet his eyes glimmer with that so well known uncomfortable darkness that was probably already there sind he'd been born.
Or had it only eveloped over the years? The year strained by so much pain,had it first arrived there? Maybe he wasn't doomed to be this. Maybe if things had been different back then he'd be a other version of himself.
Maybe. His expression turn sour.

"Or maybe I was always doomed to be this",he hisses his thoughts out loud.