In which Tamra removes a man’s tongue and then makes him a scarf out of his own intestines.
“L-lemme go y’ stupid bi’ch!”
Tamra froze, her posture straightening abruptly at the last word that had left the man’s mouth. Her hands balled into fists, the nails digging into the skin and drawing blood but she didn’t even feel it. Her mind was far away, in another time. Hatred flickered across her gaze and she turned, grabbing the knife as she stalked up to the man.
“Don’t you ever call me that again!” She grabbed his mouth, forcing it open, and yanked his tongue out, quickly gripping the knife in her hand and slashed it across. The man let out a horrible chocked scream of pain as she dropped his severed tongue on the floor, a look of disgust on her face. She grabbed his blood-stained chin with one hand, allowing the healing energy to flow into him and the bleeding to stop. “Can’t have you bleeding out on me yet,” she growled. After a moment’s pause, she placed a hand upon his chest and focused as well. She watched, amused, as he jerked against his restraints in surprise as the pleasant tingling that flooded his body.
He was surprised, the pain was gone, and he actually felt really good. Physically, anyway. Every minor discomfort was gone, he was bursting with energy, and a strange but pleasant tingling persisted. He looked up at her in confusion. His expression quickly turned back to horror at her next words.
“Now I can do whatever I want, and you won’t die.”
With that, she rammed the knife into his gut, ignoring the horrible cry he let out, and dragged the blade across his stomach. She pulled it out and pressed it into the chest of the struggling man, dragging it down to meet the other gash she’d made. She quickly switched knives, ignoring the blood spilling everywhere, and went to work removing the skin from his chest and stomach.
She smirked, aware of his agonized cries and heaving breaths, but he wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t even be able to pass out. He’d have to feel every single thing she did to him. She glanced at him, amused by the tears streaming down his cheeks, and tossed the skin off to the side when she’d removed it. Tamra carefully reached into the man’s lower abdomen, and removed a section of his small intestine. Looking carefully at it, she measured out a length of about four feet, and cut it out. She giggled as she placed it around the man’s neck like a scarf.
- kagesora posted this