Pinhead ficlet - One of those days
Thursday, 19 April 2007 05:58![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
immaThe vibrant energy of Frank's ultimate pain still surges through Pinhead, electrifying and strong. The smile on his pale lips is hungry, greedy for more of this pleasure.
And there is more to be had. The woman was nothing, a pale imitation of life, a mockery of pleasure. Empty and devoid of screams far too soon.
The girl however... the girl who called them with her hands if not her desires, is in the house. Sweet lovely Kirsty, running, crying... with nowhere to go.
Feeble attempts to escape their clutches amuses him, and he laughs at her desperation, her cries for mercy. Her pleas for understanding.
There is no mercy and no understanding. There is only flesh and he can almost feel hers, quivering in anticipation beneath his fingers as he watches her run from his promises.
But she has the configuration and she knows.
The darkness in Pinhead's dead eyes intensifies as anger replaces his thirst.
Anger is replaced with disbelief. This cannot happen! No one escapes!
Frank eluded us A whisper, taunting and vile. But Frank is in his own hell now, with no escape possible. Bound to his desires for eternity, tormented by their elusive beauty and lusty moans.
Kirsty will be bound too. And ohh... there she is, mere inches from his cold grasp.
But it is not her, who cries out in the end, as the box without mercy takes back the evil it let loose in this damned house.
It is one of those days, where Hell lost...
For now.
And there is more to be had. The woman was nothing, a pale imitation of life, a mockery of pleasure. Empty and devoid of screams far too soon.
The girl however... the girl who called them with her hands if not her desires, is in the house. Sweet lovely Kirsty, running, crying... with nowhere to go.
Feeble attempts to escape their clutches amuses him, and he laughs at her desperation, her cries for mercy. Her pleas for understanding.
There is no mercy and no understanding. There is only flesh and he can almost feel hers, quivering in anticipation beneath his fingers as he watches her run from his promises.
But she has the configuration and she knows.
The darkness in Pinhead's dead eyes intensifies as anger replaces his thirst.
Anger is replaced with disbelief. This cannot happen! No one escapes!
Frank eluded us A whisper, taunting and vile. But Frank is in his own hell now, with no escape possible. Bound to his desires for eternity, tormented by their elusive beauty and lusty moans.
Kirsty will be bound too. And ohh... there she is, mere inches from his cold grasp.
But it is not her, who cries out in the end, as the box without mercy takes back the evil it let loose in this damned house.
It is one of those days, where Hell lost...
For now.
