⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob didn't care if Abel was bored with him. He was there to kill him, not entertain him. He knew he needed to keep the male somewhat amused before things got ugly. But still, he didn't see the point. If Abel wanted to kill him, he would have done it already. He could have killed him the moment he walked in. Instead, he leaning on his desk talking to him, just as he would with Kieran or anyone else he had business with. It was too early though to know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He guessed so long as he was still breathing then it could be taken as a good thing.

He went on to explain his reasoning for being there. The man seemed delighted that he knew why Cornelius sent him. He listened to him speak and watched as he moved closer to him. He did not fear him placing his hands on either side of the chair, stilling him from moving further away. Jakob squinted up at the male, his nose curling a bit as the man hovered over him. "Let me guess, she wasn't a fan of cigarette breath." he replied dryly. If he could, he would have tried to back away even more. He didn't know how or why Cornelius's wife didn't sleep with a man like Abel. He could take a few guesses though. There were other rumors about Abel. About his sexual preference, the cruelty he possessed. From what he had read it seemed as though a person had to be absolutely mad to want to sleep with him. Kieran might be crazy as well, but at least he knew when to back off.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Abel knew he was terrible when it came to smoking. He was a heavy chain smoker no doubt. Even Kieran had told him a many a times to quit smoking. There were even a few times when Kieran threw away his cigarettes, only to find him smoking from an emergency pack twenty minutes later. Abel knew he needed to quit but saw no reason to start now. He had been smoking from the age of fourteen.

Leaning over Miguel, he couldn't help but take note of his disgust for his smell. Abel knew that the stench could not be washed off so easily. He rolled his eyes as Miguel spoke. Abel smirked lightly as he reached out grabbing hold of Miguel's crotch. ”No, but because she didn't have a c**k.” He spoke watching Miguel. Abel didn't squeeze his c**k just felt it lightly through his pants. He wasn't into women nor would he ever be. Abel could pretend but he never did enjoy it. The thought of sex with a women was enough to make him nauseous.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob had never been a smoker. He didn't like the smell nor did he understand the appeal of smoking. The one time he did try smoking he instantly knew it wasn't for him. The taste was bitter and hurt his throat. Death would have to find him some other way. Because it certainly would not be from smoking. He had to wonder just how much the man did smoke. How was it possible for a man to take a bath and still reek of the s**t?!

As the male leaned closer to him all he wanted to do was push him away. He watched Abel roll his eyes as he spoke. He was sure he had heard it all before. But he didn't care. It needed to be said again. The man needed a toothbrush and some mouth wash. It was completely disgusting. At least when he made out with Kieran, he only tasted on his one drink. Abel's mouth smelled like thirty plus years of tobacco.

The man seemed to quickly brush his remark aside and removed his hand from the arm rest. He gripped the handle of his knife as his c**k was then grabbed. What is with these two and touching my junk? he wondered. "Aw, that's a real shame." he replied. "Now hand's off or lose a hand." He didn't appreciate being felt up in the middle of a conversation. He also wasn't really interested in what his sexual preference was. That wasn't his concern.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Losing a hand didn't scare him. He knew that he reeked of ash but he didn't care. It wasn't as if he had a lover to please. Abel watched as Miguel gripped the knife as he practically groped him. He found the threat small but amusing. Abel gripped tighter as he leaned toward Miguel's ear. ”Just try me, little boy.” He growled softly pulling back from his ear. Abel was growing bored with Miguel. He wondered how much fun he would be if he knocked him out. Abel contemplated the thought it wouldn't be too hard, one nicely placed right hook and Miguel would be unconscious.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Threatening to cut off someones hand might have been better if he were carrying the correct knife. He could still do some nice damage, but it would take him ages to saw off Abel's hand with the one he was holding. He watched as again the man remained unmoved as he was threatened. Jakob felt the pressure added to his crotch. He didn't dare say anything or make a remark about it either. After all, he knew that it was only adding to Abel's pleasure. There was something not right about the man. He was sick in the head. Even more so than Jakob or any other twisted ******** he'd come across. His face scrunched up in disgust as Abel took the opportunity to lean closer. He listened to the low threat. He too was growing tired of Abel. But more so, he was tired of having his space invaded by someone so grotesque. Without caring about the consequences, he raised his hand, turned the knife over, and slashed at the males forearm. Raising his leg he then kicked him in the gut, sending him back only a few steps. It wasn't enough to run. Rising from the chair, Jakob spun it around and backed away from Abel. He pointed his knife towards the man as he glared up at him. Door, window, desk.....goddamn it he should have waited for Abel in the kitchen. At least he could have had a variety of weapons. Jakob was careful of far he was backing away from him. He didn't want to accidentally corner himself again.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Abel wasn’t afraid of the man before him. Death did not scare him, so why should a child with some flipsy knife. He found him amusing, watching his brain work, like mice on a wheel. Abel wondered what he was thinking but he already knew. There were no ways out unless he rushed him. He wasn’t surprised by the next move. Abel felt he slice to his forearm, as he was suddenly kicked in the gut. He cursed, as he withdraw his hand from Miguel’s c**k, stumbling back a few feet.

Standing there regaining his footing. Abel watched as Miguel hid behind the chair with his knife held out. He smirked laughing softly, he could feel the sting in his arm, but he dismissed it. The kick to the gut was nothing. Abel came closer toward Miguel, pulling the chair away from him, as his only protection. He came at Miguel, as he instantly punched him in the throat. Watching as he went down, Abel grabbed the knife from him tossing it aside.

He moved punching Miguel hard in the face, watching as he went down. Abel stayed near, just to make sure he had knocked Miguel out. He didn’t stay so close, in case it backfired on him. Abel waited for a few minutes, before finally grabbing Miguel and throwing him over his shoulder.

Moving out of his office, Abel held onto Miguel as he dragged him downstairs. He made his way toward the basement, as he walked down the steps, flicking on the light. Abel moved to set Miguel on the ground. He walked toward a shelf as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs off them. Abel walked back toward Miguel, latching the handcuffs around his hands. He grabbed Miguel, as he locked his hands up around a hook on the ceiling. Abel left him dangling there, as he went to tend to a few things.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

There were few things in this world that actually scared Jakob. Death wasn't one of them. But at this very moment, Abel sure as hell did. The man was almost completely unfazed his the cut to his arm. He heard him curse after kicking him in the gut. Though that too didn't seem to do near as enough damage as he would have liked. He backed away slowly, the knife pointed towards Abel.

All that stood between them was a silly office chair. Nothing that could really help him out. It would only slow him down for a second or two. He kept his face blank while Abel smirked, laughing once more. The very sound of it sent chills up and down his spine. Jakob took another step back while Abel stepped forward. He tried to mentally prepared himself for whatever was about to happen.

Watching in fear as Abel pulled the chair out of his way and raised his fist. The knife hit the floor with a loud clatter. Jakob coughed and gasped as he took the hit to the throat. Falling to one knee, his eyes watered and he blindly tried to find where the weapon had fallen. He soon heard it scraping across the floor, only to bounce across it once more. It didn't matter as the shadow of the man loomed over him. Jakob squinted up at him as he tried and failed to defend himself.

Stars flashed before his eyes when he was punched. Jakob struggled to keep himself away. But already the world was growing dark around him. He swore under his breath. Desperately, he tried to move, tried to open his eyes....then nothing. He could hear movement, feel his body being touched but could not move. Closing his eyes, he caved to that last shred of consciousness.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Leaving Miguel there dangle, Abel went about gathering a few things. He set up a surgical tool table beside Miguel. It held random scalpels of different sizes along with a few other random things as well as a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a lighter. He wouldn't smoke then but he had other thoughts in mind.

When he was finally ready, Abel walked over to Miguel as he smacked him across the face. ”Wake up!” He spoke a little harshly. Abel waited to see if he would have to do more to wake him up.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He hardly noticed as his body was dragged across the house. Nor when his hands were bound and hung by the ceiling. He was alive, for now. But it was difficult to concentrate on anything. His head was pounding from where he was punched. His throat felt as though he had been forced to swallow something solid and whole. In his unconscious state he was not aware of Abel leaving him and going about the house. It was probably for the best anyway. He might wonder, otherwise, just how often he did this sort of thing.

While he hung there, time passed though it must not have been that long. The slap across his cheek was enough to get him to stir. He took a sharp intake of breath, groaning as he came to. Opening his eyes slowly while his vision cleared. The room was different than before, they weren't in the office. Jakob looked around himself. Abel was standing before him, looking more annoyed than before. He then noticed how his feet weren't touching the floor. They hovered a good two inches at least. He then took note of weak his arms felt. He looked up, glaring at the sight of the cuffs and the device holding him up. "What the hell is all this?" he spat. Though spotting the items on the table, he could take a guess. Men like Abel weren't terribly hard to read. But it was starting to dawn on him just how much he would soon regret his decision coming into this house.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Standing in the basement, they were surrounded by work out equipment but also a few other things. Toys and tools of the trade. Abel watched as Miguel soon came through coming to as he took in his surroundings. He laughed softly as Miguel questioned him. Abel moved grabbing a scalpel off the table. He came closer toward Miguel. Abel ran a hand up as he grabbed a fist of Miguel's hair. He pointed the scalpel against his neck but not penetrating yet. ”This is why you don't come into my house uninvited, little boy. This is punishment.” Abel spoke growling softly. He pulled back from Miguel's hair. Abel grabbed his shirt cutting it open. Skin to skin contact was better and clothes only got in the way. He finished cutting off the last strands of his shirt tossing the fabric aside. Abel dragged the scalpel down his chest making a superficial cut on his skin barely cutting him more like a paper cut.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

From his current viewpoint there wasn't much to look at. He could see a punching bag on the other side of the room, the table with Abel's tools, and a few other miscellaneous items. It had hard to tell if this was a butcher's liar or Kieran's home gym. He didn't allow himself to think about it too much. What mattered was how would he get out? He too short to even reach the ground and a maniac with a knife was standing far too close to him. Abel laughed as he questioned him, almost as though he had been waiting for the question. He took another sharp breath as his hair was grabbed and his head pulled back. He felt the cool metal pressed against his flesh but not enough to cut.

Jakob glared down at the man as he spoke. How great it would be to just knee Abel in the balls. He was high enough, just one little swing. If only he wasn't hanging from a ******** a hook. As the male retreated, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He watched closely as Abel pulled at his shirt, the knife slicing its way down his torso and up his back. He quivered with both disgust and fear as the man removed the remnants of his shirt, tossing it aside out of his sight. As Abel came back into view, he looked down at the scalpel pressing against his chest. He watched in horror as he slid the tip down his skin, sucking in his stomach as if to get away from the mad man.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was a reason no one came into his house uninvited. He could see that Miguel was instantly regretting his decision. Abel took amusement out of this, as he watched as the blood on Miguel’s skin, beaded, pearling, but not dripping. It wasn’t a deep cut, just a superficial wound. He could see the disgust in Miguel’s eyes, but it didn’t bother him. Abel had seen such behavior before. He came closer toward Miguel, ”So tell me, how many men have you killed before me? And do not lie, or the cuts will become deeper.” Abel questioned, but also threatened in the same sentence.

He hated nothing more than a liar. Abel watched Miguel, as he dangled a few inches off the ground. There was no way, he was getting down without his help. For now, he saw no reason to release him. Abel was taking delight in hurting him, and wanting to see how much his body could tolerate before growing weak. He wasn’t dishing out too much pain, yet. There was still many other toys he could try in the room, a scalpel was merely the appetizer.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He was starting to see why no one came to Abel's house uninvited. He was a shitty host who hadn't so much as offered him a drink. He watched in disgust as the blood beaded along his pale chest. He could tell that the cut was not deep, but that wasn't the point. It was his skin! He did not consent to this. He glared at Abel as he came closer. It was a bit odd to be both questioned and threatened at the same time."You think I actually kept track of that? Ha!" he replied snarly. "I stopped counting years ago. And that was the honest truth. Jakob wasn't exactly a textbook killer. But Abel wasn't his first job. He had killed others. People, small animals as a kid. To him, killing was like a weekend hobby. He may only go after a small handful of men a month and that was plenty. Being hired to go after guys like Abel just made the job more fun.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Consenting was not part of the game. After all it was Miguel’s own fault for breaking into his house, uninvited. If he had knocked on his door, then perhaps they would not be in this situation. He didn’t need Miguel’s permission not to hurt him, after all he had the upper hand here. Abel had questions, but he doubted Miguel would answer them. Though if he didn’t , it would only add to more of the fun. He listened as Miguel speak, and smirked lightly. ”Hmm, A death is merely another notch on the belt, and yours will be too.” Abel growled lightly, as he withdrew from Miguel.

He set the scalpel down as he went in search of a leather paddle. Abel returned as he stood before Miguel, pressing the end to his chin lifting it up. ”So tell me, would you rather die by my knife, or would you rather I just beat you to death?” He spoke curiously, giving him options. Abel found the knife was quicker, but he wanted to take his time with Miguel. He knew he would enjoy himself too much if he did. Abel enjoyed the cat like ferocity he was giving off.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Even if he had knocked on the door, Jakob doubted he could have avoided this situation. Kieran had tried to warn him and he didn't listen. Now he was hanging by a hook two inches off the ground with a man in need of an anti-psychotic. He listened as the male questioned him and was only amused by them. Though he was still disgusted as Abel smirked. He rolled his eyes as he was again threatened. Just how much longer was he planning on taunting him.

Jakob sighed in frustration as the male walked out of his view. He tried his best to crane his neck to see where he was going. More importantly, to see what he was getting. He didn't want to know what sort of "goodies" Abel had back there. But at the same time, he wanted to be able to prepare himself. Defend himself if he could. He turned his head straight as he heard the male coming back towards him. He eye the large paddle in his hands. He tipped his head back as the male pressed the handle against his chin. He glared down at the woman as he questioned him again. Neither." Lifting his right leg, he swung out at the male and kicked his thigh. "I refuse to die in your life partners home gym!"