BSD Chat/texting fic

Chapter thirty-eight: Bouns (part 5)

Tw: death, Victoria also went kinda crazy??, might have some torture; eyes being ripped out 😘
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The woman with golden eyes, red lips and bright orange smiled as she walked towards the man who was cowarding on the cold, concrete ground. The rain fell lightly on the solid ground leaving a soft 'pitter-patter' sound in the air which made the clicking of her black, heeled boots against the grey artificial stone. The swish of the black fabric which wrapped around her like a cloak pulled the fear out of his gut.

The woman's darker skin came into view as did her face, he trembled, eyes wide with tears as he clenched his side, the blood gushing through his fingers. The woman spun a dagger around on her delicate hand, nails sharp like a cat's claws. The dagger was well known, handcrafted and only belonged to one person.

The dagger was constructed with a silver blade, having 'Tigers claws' engraved into the metal in both the english and japanese alphabets. The handle was made of a type of orange and black stained leather that wouldn't be legal to make any more. At the very end of the dagger was a silver tiger's head, jaw open and its teeth sunk into the leather as if it was taking a bite out of its prey.

Nakajima Victoria; the government's Tigress was before him. Tigress was going to kill him. No one had ever faced this woman and lived, maybe her teammates but that would only be because she let them live.

The man's breath caught in his throat and the tears rolled down his face in a quickened pace, he struggled to move back, finding the blood loss and shock making his head cloudy and light. The man's vision went brown-ish-yellow. It was as if a filter was put over his eyes, then the black splotches started to appear in his line of vision.

Victoria stood on his leg, letting out a laugh as she heard the cracking of his leg, a scream ripped itself from the man's throat and his vision cleared, he was awake now. Victoria was happy.

"Delighted to have you with us. Are you ready to begin in earnest?" Her voice didn't hide her cold and sadistic nature, it revealed all the secrets she kept away from the light. "Shall we commence by delicately extracting your vision, my dear?"

Without waiting for a response Tigress changed her dagger's position in her hand and moved her arm, in one swipe the metal was plunged into the man's eye, only enough to stab the eye through to the middle, making the man scream out in pain. The woman purred, low and deep as if she found this situation pleasurable. Slowly she pulled out the knife, pulling his eyeball with it, with one quick slash of her nail the flesh attached to the eye keeping it in the socket came undone, making her laugh softly, watching as the blood started to lightly pool.

"I must exercise extra caution when handling your second eye, as I am eager to include it in my exquisite collection." She explained, her voice high and innocent, as if she hadn't ripped a man's eye out of his head. Her voice was like those overly sweet and innocent anime girls you see trying to hide their dark past or something in an anime. A giggle followed out of Victoria's mouth, her golden eyes locked onto his singular one as she slowly pulled the eye off her dagger and put it down onto the concrete.

She reached into her cloak and pulled out a medical tray, medical equipment as well as a small jar, which she would use to hold his eyeballs temporarily. The man gagged, vile rising in his throat as he held in the sobs, he didn't know what he had done to her but whatever it was, he was now regretting it. "I-I'm sorry!"

Victoria ignores him, placing her dagger down on the tray and moving closer to him, her claw-like nails ready as if to pluck out something. "Let us commence, shall we?" The tigress slowly peeled his upper and lower eyelids with her left hand as she sunk her nails into the soft flesh surrounding his eyeball.

Another, low, content purr left her throat, feeling her fingers sink in deeper, the feeling of tears against her thumb causing the purring to increase in volume. Victoria was enjoying the screams of pain, the scent of his fear in the air. "Nearly finished, please compose yourself." She said softly, coughing to hide the pleasure she was getting from doing this.

As a small 'pop' sounded through the air Victoria grinned, moving her hand and pulling the eyeball away. She placed it in the jar and closed the lid, humming as she looked at the destroyed eye she couldn't add to her collection. "I shall preserve it in a delectable brine, safeguarding its exquisite flavours for a future occasion."

The man was screaming, his hands covering his eye sockets, gasping and sobbing in pain. Victoria just glanced at him as if he was nothing more than a fly on a wall. "I suppose that will suffice as punishment. Nevertheless, I would have preferred to extend the duration; Mena requires my presence, which takes precedence over my amusement."

The man, now petrified with fear, felt his pants start to warm, moist and the concrete now having a small, yellowish liquid in a pool around his crotch area. Victoria stood, after packing away her tools into her cloak. "Your behaviour is utterly repulsive, how dare you soil yourself in my presence, you decrepit old man. Your lack of decorum is truly appalling and disgraceful."

With that she turned, walking away while playing with the stabbed eyeball, thinking about what kind of meal she could turn it into.

*****

Mena was sitting with an orange tiger (a Javan tiger to be exact), in her room, the lights on the lowest setting as she ran a brush through the fur of the majestic beast. The animal's fur was as soft as one would picture a cloud to be and it felt amazing to fun her fingers over after brushing, it was like it was a type of silk. "'Toria, how do you keep your fur so soft?" Mena asked, knowing she wouldn't get an answer considering the other woman was in her tiger form, thanks to her ability; beast beneath the moonlight. It was the same one her brother had, from what Mena knew, this was the only genetic ability and somehow whoever married into the family would get it (even if they did already have an ability).

The tiger let out a low huff, then closed her eyes.

Mena would be sleeping with a tiger wrapped around her tonight.