Demons, Demons, and :MORE: Demons (Open)

[CrimsonMoon]

Karane shot into the darkness where he had seemed to appear, just to be sure, backing into a corner and starting to whistle strangely,"... Don't forgot that I created those shambling monsters... And their hybrids..." She sneers into the darkness, trembling slightly at the intoxicating chase

[deepwallow]

"How could I, dear doctor?" His voice teased from elsewhere. And then he tsked.

"You're being rather naughty with that gun."

Suddenly it was ripped from her hands and a clatter could be heard elsewhere in the darkness. Obviously Murk had thrown the gun away.

"Naughty cats don't get their toys."

[CrimsonMoon]

Sje presses her back against the wall as muxh as she could and hugs her satchel tigjtly,"... Hmph," was her weak answer, unable to reply now. The thrilling fear she felt spiked and almost made her moan... This was incredibly fun-!

[deepwallow]

"What, no response? Oh come now, dear doctor, surely you've got some sly comeback for me?" He purred. "And my my, you look too warm, let me help you." Suddenly her lab coat was ripped from her shoulders roughly and quickly, probably thrown somewhere else just like the gun.

"There. No need for so much fur, cat. Don't want you to overheat early." He said with an amused chuckle. "That would spoil my fun."

[CrimsonMoon]

Karane bites her lip, listening for the sound of her cavalry but hearing nothing. She shivers but laughs lightly," You're amazingly sadistic for a STARS dog.." She calls

[deepwallow]

"Why thank you, dear doctor. STARS doesn't let me out to play much." His voice came from directly in front of her, and in the darkness, she could almost see blood red eyes in a reptilian slit. Infected eyes. But then he vanished again.

"So tell me, my little kitty cat, what were you expecting when you tried cornering the mouse?" His voice echoed as fingers suddenly ran through her hair before similarly disappearing. "We're you looking for easy prey? Someone who would curl and give up?" He asked.

"Don't you know cornered mice will turn and bite the cat?"

Suddenly a sharp nail pressed against her neck, trailing down to her shoulder with enough force just shy of breaking her skin and drawing blood before it predictably vanished again

[CrimsonMoon]

She gasps and squirms a bit in his grip, pressing her back harder against the wall as if hoping to disappear into it," You're one of Corvus's aren't you?" She whispers, breathing in sharply wen he touched her neck and closes her eyes," Only he would've kept you so intact..."

She slithers to the floor, putting a hand to her neck and making a small whimpering sound

[deepwallow]

"You'd love to find out, wouldn't you?" He purred smoothly, tracing a finger gently along the burning skin on her shoulder where he had scratched her before vanishing. "What makes you think I'm one of Corvus' brood?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Because of how you act... Don't you know who Unknown is?" She hisses, slapping his hand and suprised to actually make contact

[deepwallow]

"Why don't you tell me then, dear doctor?" He said, chuckling. Obviously her little slap had amused him, as this chuckle was a bit deeper, and echoed about the store.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No." She crosses her arms and looks away from where his voice came from like a pouting child," I want my own fun-" Karane was trembling non-stop now from either adreniline or something even more primal

[deepwallow]

"Your own fun? And what's that, little kitty?" He asked, his voice right in her ear again, tickling it and teasing her.

"Catching mice? That didn't seem to turn out well." He chuckled, he voice suddenly in her other ear. "In fact, you're trembling. Poor little cat." He purred, light touches trailing along both her arms before the voice and touch vanished, replaced by an echoing laughter filled with amusement and entertainment.

"Oh how your heart races, dear doctor. Is that for little old me?"

His voice was suddenly close, and it felt like he was looking over her.

"Do I scare you, kitty?" He asked slyly before his presence vanished once more

[CrimsonMoon]

".. No..." She murmurs," in fact.,. This is rather kinky." Smiling slightly

[deepwallow]

"Kinky?" The voice asks before another echoing laughter fills the store and his presence is there again, right in her face. "You're a very strange one, dear doctor. Is that why your pulse is pounding so much?" He asked, his voice as smooth as silk as a hand caressed the side of her neck he hadn't scratched before disappearing.

"Is that why you're trembling?" He asked, a touch trailing up the side of her left leg all the way to her hip before leaving again. "Tell me, dear doctor."

[CrimsonMoon]

She whimpers softly, leaning into his touches and finally mewing," Maybe..." She blushes slightly, finally losing her composure. They didn't teach you how to keep a straight face while being touched like this in Harvard.

[deepwallow]

She could almost feel his smile as a finger traced the space of sensitive skin that was between the rim of her shirt and the hem of her pants, chuckling. "Maybe? That's not good enough, little kitty." He cooed as the gentle finger once again turned painful where it traced along her skin, nearly drawing blood before it vanished

[CrimsonMoon]

She breathes on sharply and covers her face with her hands, her knees sliding up to her chest," Mhm... Maybe..." She mews

[deepwallow]

Murk tsks from his place in the darkness. "You're being rather naughty, little kitty." He says with amusement. Suddenly there was something cold and sharp pricking her neck. It was obviously a blade or a knife.

"Bad cats get punished." He cooed the warning

[CrimsonMoon]

She suddenly starts to giggle, an insane giggle,"... Thats ok-" she chuckles and hides her face deeper into her hands,"- You'll kill me and nothing'll change-!"

[deepwallow]

He goes silent as the knife slowly, painstakingly slowly, trails down from the middle of her neck to the middle of her chest, leaving a tickling/cold burning sensation in its wake. It stops at the edge of her shirt and pricks the skin there, finally drawing a small drop of blood before the knife is gone as well and Murk's chuckle sounds close to her ear.

"My my, you're a particularly naughty kitty, aren't you?"

Something wet wipes off the drop of blood on her chest almost... pleasantly... Before Murk chuckles from somewhere else in the darkness