Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 27, 2011 18:03:17 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi Marie Runasimi was reporting for duty. In the swamp. Everyone in Louisiana knew of rednecks, but even rednecks would shake their heads in disgust at the folks who lived in the swamps. They were the real rednecks. They were inbred as hell, most had eleven or more fingers. But somehow the shotgun supply was triple the population. Still, there was trouble in the swamp and the swamp people liked Isi, somehow.
Isi had had a previous assignment to take out a vampire that was obviously in the swamp, taking out riverboats and airboats while tourists either drowned, got eaten by snakes or gators, or snaked on by the vampire himself. However, vampires had exceptionally good PR and the news was quickly forgotten. The city folk in New York and other such fine places really didn’t seem to care if a vampire had killed a few poor white swamp folks, except, they’d certainly forgotten that it was their own that got killed – see, really good PR. Anyhow, Isi had killed the vampire, the swamp people worshipped her. That meant she would get hit on and her ass wouldn’t get shot.
So now Isi was wandering around the fucking swamp, once more in an airboat with mosquitoes pilled high. Thankfully Isi had sprayed herself with anti mosquito spray; she was drowning in the stuff. There was also the new fangled fancy anti mosquito fan. It was supposed to work well in the suburbs, and it was working well in the deep part of the swamp. Isi had seen some very large pythons, killed them, and moved on. No one liked pythons. People had them as family pets, but then released them here once they got big. What Isi hadn’t seen was a sign of trouble. Unless you counted trouble as gators, poisonous frogs, poisonous snakes, large fish that could jump out of the water and slap you, and a Voodoo Priest that was making his way back from where he houses his supply of recently dead bodies.
Isi pretended she hadn’t seen the Voodoo Priest. And she would pretend that she didn’t sense where all those dead bodies were. As a necromancer Isi could sense the dead. Only she had done the smart thing and kept her mouth shut and not told anyone. Vampires killed necromancers because a necromancer had control over them, the living dead. The dead bodies rotting slowly in the swamp didn’t freak Isi out. It was something all Voodoo Priests or Priestesses had, a secret collection. Because the average, real, Voodoo Priest or Priestess used real body parts in their performings. They might curse a dead finger, give it in a bag tied with a necklace, and tell you to slip it around your enemies neck. It was big money down at the mortuary. Good money. But Isi stayed away from it because only a damned fool of a necromancer would get involve with something like that.
Isi sped down in the airboat, the floor literally packed with ‘heat’. In an hour or two it would be dark though Isi was not scared. She looked at her advanced map and made note of things: paths that were now overgrown, a location of baby gator eggs. Things like that. She cracked open a beer and put it in the cup holder that was visible for all to see. If she didn’t find the vampire (or whatever creature it was) a few hours after dark tonight then she would come back the day after and try something else. The heat made drips of sweat fall down her back, but otherwise she was alright as she had two fans which were decent. After this Isi hoped that nothing would be in the swamp for a while. She also needed to go talk to the swampfolk and find out what they thought it was.
Licensed Executioner Words: 643 Outfit: Black pants, black shirt, combo boots, mosquito netting, large straw hat, thick long gloves Tag: Luke Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK! |
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Post by luke on Jul 27, 2011 21:14:17 GMT -5
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 29, 2011 13:16:15 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
The sound of the latest radio station in New Orleans was playing in the medium sized airboat. It was soft and soothing and something to listen to; though this was not exactly her favorite type of music. When people asked Isi was she enjoyed most she would tell them that she enjoyed opera music. And of course they were surprised and they told her politely that they never knew anyone who liked opera. Well, now they did. Isi really hated hip hop music. It never made any sense.
All of a sudden a man dropped from the sky. Isi quickly used the controls to swerve the airboat giving a wide birth. She also slowed down though she did not know that the engine was now gone. Isi looked up into the sky. She could see the man had no parachute on. How had he survived? And, if he was her vampire, where had he come from? There was no helicopter in the air. There was no jet or plane or any other type of aircraft. The sky was clear, except for birds. All the exotic birds were gone.
As the man or creature started swimming towards her Isi tried to start the engine. “What the ..” This was like a horror movie gone wrong. Why the hell wasn’t the engine working? Isi pressed the small red button and tried to give an intake of fresh gasoline and then tried the engine once more but it was dead. Isi grabbed a shotgun and loaded it with liquid silver. She only had two shots. “Get the hell off my boat.” Isi said as she aimed the shotgun. “Get the hell off my boat.”
Isi wished she didn’t have so many guns on her boat this moment now that she had been so easily boarded. What was this man? Isi knew without a doubt that this man was NOT human. A human could not fall from the sky and land and then swim with such ease. It would have hurt like hell to drop into the water. This man could be a vampire or he could be something else. She was a necromancer and could feel death. This man was not a vampire. Was it possible that the creature terrorizing the tourists in the swamp (again) was not a vampire this time but him? Law enforcement frowned upon killing innocent people. This was one of the reasons her job was so risky.
Licensed Executioner Words: 409 Outfit: Black pants, black shirt, combo boots, mosquito netting, large straw hat, thick long gloves Tag: Luke Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK! |
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Post by luke on Jul 30, 2011 0:38:40 GMT -5
all we are is entertainment caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,448,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f0e89e; text-align: justify;]
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 30, 2011 13:21:51 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi watched trying to not let her face reveal how horrifyed she was. Her shotgun had just been bent in half. If only she had shot first instead of questioning her motives. Isi wanted to fuck the straight laced bureau with a rusty spoon up their tight arses! But worst of all, she blamed herself. She should have shot first, questions later. What the hell was wrong with her? This was so unlike Isi. It's just that she was so stunned. At least Isi know knew that there had been a vampire terrorizing the swamp. Only he was now dead. When the Thing touched her face she shivered.
As the Thing then unfolded its wings Isi's face lost its emotionless blank effect. Isi was literally horrifyed. What the hell had she wandered into? As the Thing was in the air Isi reached and grabbed for her guns. She grabbed her locked and loaded semi and her radio in the other hand. Isi looked in the air and watched the creature as she got on the radio. She really needed some fucking backup. "Marshall Runasimi requesting backup. Unknown creature. Definately not a vampire or werewolf. It has wings. Location, swamp. Shit. I don't know the coordinates. Oh fuck, it's flying back!" Isi screamed letting the person on the other end finally hear some emotion in her voice.
Isi had to drop the radio and she took the gun with both of her hands and began to fire at the Thing as it dive bombed the airboat. Isi thought it was going to swoop down, grab her and fly off with her dismembered head. Only instead of her it attacked, it destroyed the airboat she was on. The boat split in half and the radio was on the other half of the boat. Isi could hear the radio crackle with, "Runasimi, what is your location? What is your location?" The radio had obviously heard her scream and the machine gunfire when it was dropped, but only for a moment.
Isi was going to go in the water. She had no choice. She grabbed as many guns as she could before she slid off of the airboat as it sunk. The radio was underwater but Isi couldn't get it. It was like grabbing the phone and calling 911 when strangers were in your house with guns and were wearing orange sweatpants. You had to go for the gun if you wanted to live. And the radio wouldn't protect Isi from what was in this water. Aside from the flying freak there were alligators, large snakes, large fish with sharp teeth and other such things. Not to mention maybe a Kelipie or two. Was this Thing a kelpie? Isi gulped as she trended water. She did not want to drown!
As Isi was in the water her biggest fear was that she would be pulled down and drowned. She had an unnatural fear of the water. Kelpies, had any lived in the swamp, were driven away by the sounds of airboats. They really did not like them as an airboat could accidentally chop them up in half a second. There were no accidental drownings, no missing persons to suggest kelpies did inhabit the swamp. But there could always be one hiding. Was Isi facing one now? Isi wanted to get to the radio but she needed her guns. They would never get to her in time, she was too far away. She could get the radio but then they would find her dead body. Or she could keep her guns and if she died remain unfound for ever.
Every now and then as Isi trended water something tugged at her legs. Isi fired the gun down into the water. A gun still worked when wet. At least the guns from this time did. Guns from the oldest were dead if they got wet because they used powder, completely useless. So at least Isi had her guns. There was no way she was becoming fish or bat food without a fight! Isi had to have hit the creature, at least once. Then the Thing surfaced around her and began to swim in a wide circle. The hunter was becoming the hunted.
"My plan is to kill you and then take you to the nearest taxidermist and have you mounted as a fucking rug or something for my fucking wall. I'll lend you out to movies or to the local haunted house and let all the kiddies get a look at your fucking ugly face and make a ton of money." Isi wanted to know what the creature was, but she didn't care to talk to him anymore then she should. She did what she was supposed to do instead of letting the Thing board her boat. Isi opened fire with the sub machine gun.
Licensed Executioner Words: 809 Outfit: Black pants, black shirt, combo boots, mosquito netting, large straw hat, thick long gloves Tag: Luke Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK! |
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Post by luke on Jul 30, 2011 14:15:40 GMT -5
all we are is entertainment caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,448,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f0e89e; text-align: justify;]
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 30, 2011 14:59:59 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi was terrified before. Now she was horrified. Her bullets, her guns had not worked on such a creature. Isi was doomed. She would be one of those Federal Marshall's that everyone knew was dead but the body was never found. She herself went to plenty of funerals. Isi had always thought, If they had fired first and asked questions later they would be alive. They got soft. They deserved to die.
The thing changed forms and Isi could only pipe out, "You're ... you're ..." But it was too terrifying for words. Those things didn't exist. If they did, Isi would have heard about them! No, it wasn't possible. Isi did not want to say the word demon from the preachers stories. Those were just silly old stories, told before humans realized that vampires existed, a long, long time ago!
Now Isi was flying through the air, held by claws. Her guns were long gone under the water now. As was the boat. She held her breath waiting for the creature to rip off her head or something. Her eyes were transfixed on the swamp, she was too scared to breathe. She half-saw a search team but they were very, very far away. Though her brain was too scared to make any sort of connection. All Isi thought was, 'I'm going to die by this terrifying monster. The Marshall's are going to call my dad and he's going to wander the swamp summoning up dead bodies, looking for me. Then because he's my dad and a necromancer he is going to make me a fucking zombie for the rest of my life just to torment my soul. I will never get any rest.'
Then Isi was put on a building. She could breathe, but she was still near the Thing. Then he gave her horrible options. She could either be raped or be beaten then raped. Isi looked at the corner. She could jump to her doom. She would splatter like a pancake and even her dad, being a very experienced necromancer couldn't raise splatter. What would she be? Zombie Goo? Or she could live and get raped or live and get raped and beaten. Though this thing would probably kill her anyways. "I don't want to die. Please don't kill and or rape me." Isi said. "If you want women, I can get you women. Or little girls. Or boys. Or men. Whatever you want, just let me go!"
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Post by luke on Jul 31, 2011 15:19:52 GMT -5
all we are is entertainment caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,448,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f0e89e; text-align: justify;]
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 31, 2011 21:51:58 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
"Please." Isi said. She was so scared that she almost wet her pants. But she had dignity. Isi had run head long into rooms covered with vampires and had battled them. She had killed werewolves. Oh so many werewolves. There were still deadly, but it wasn't the end of the world if you got scratched - Isi never had. Being that there was an antidote, though it did not always work. Isi had slaughtered baby seals and countless other innocents.
"I think you have some sort of misconception about me." Isi said as she put her hands up in the air. "I think I know that you ... your kind. Well, I'm not exactly an innocent soul or an innocent virgin. I mean I've killed hundreds of thousands of vampires and werewolves and other types of weres. And I'm certainly not a virgin, and I know that your ... kind likes virgins. But I can get you virgins, okay? I can get you innocent souls?"
Isi wanted the Thing to stop laughing. What was so funny? Of course Isi was betraying innocents but she wanted to save herself. It also proved that she wasn't so innocent because she didn't want to die. Isi would kill anyone to save her own life. "How about this. Hundreds of busty," she said as she moved closer to the skylight door. If she could make it and it was not locked she could run down the stairs, pushing people out of her way, and maybe the Thing would find someone else. "Blondes. Hundreds of busty redheads, brunettes, maybe a few chicks with some green hair. You know the type, acting all naughty but are really super innocent."
Isi reached into her boots, picked up her knife, latched it open and hurled it at the Thing. In a flash she was near the door, running for safety. Would it open? Was it locked?
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Post by luke on Jul 31, 2011 23:04:38 GMT -5
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 31, 2011 23:48:19 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
A bolt of lighning or electricity hit the door Isi was trying to run for. The iron on the door melted and it would be impossible to use the door. It was literally molded together and would not budge. Isi knew that if she were to touch the door or even what was left of the doorhandle, which was now a puddle, that she would recieve third degree burns in an instnant. Isi was picked up and thrown.
Making contact with the ground was hard and Isi was already sore. She was not used to being hit against things like brick walls or concrete floors. Isi was the one who did all the hitting - with her vampire killing guns. Her guns made killing vampires so unfair that it was like taking candy from a babe. She was on her feet now but slammed into the door. It was hot yet her clothes took the burn. Also, a course of electricty ran through her as well. It was rather unpleasant. It was like getting shocked after sticking your finger in a socket, but a thousand times worse.
She was pinned against the wall as the Thing then decided to explore her body. If only she had less good looks! Her good looks were a sign of her vanity but in a way they were also a curse. Isi had read really old books from her ancestor who was a vampire hunter before the time humans knew of vampires. Her great great x great ancestor killed vampires when humans did not know of them. And Isi's great ancestor had been troubled by vampires because they were always quite attracted to her appearance. Isi always thought she was too much like her ancestor.
Before Isi could respond she was thrown across the roof. Her eyes opened wide as she realized that she was going to drop to her death and be as flat as a pancake. The other Marshall's would find her badge on her and wonder how the hell she had gotten so far. They would think she wasn't at her post only they would find her boat much later. Then months later they would realize Isi was take by something new that could teleport. Oh how the humans would be so fearful. More vampires and werewolves would be killed while everyone scrambled to find out what new thing killed Isi.
The thing appeared and it pulled Isi back onto the roof so she did not fall. "You know it would have!" she said defiantly, breathing hard. Her neck was shocked and Isi realized she couldn't win. That and almost being a pancake scared the shit out of her. "You. Win." she said defeated. Isi felt weak. She felt like a coward. But God help her, she wanted to live. If she lived, she would never tell a soul about this. Ever.
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Post by luke on Aug 1, 2011 1:07:11 GMT -5
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Aug 1, 2011 13:01:11 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi was breathless after the kiss. She felt like her soul had been stolen though she knew that she still owned it. From what she knew of demons, they could not take her soul unless she signed it away, which Isi had not done. She cringed greatly after claws dug into the small of her back. Isi did not know what he had done there but it would obviously not be good.
Isi repeated his name over and over in her mind. She would not forget it because likely she would need it in the future. Isi was already thinking that if she lived she would need to meet with some ‘demon summoners’ if such a thing existed. Perhaps she could find a religious faction that would be able to exterminate Luke Asmodeus Mestema or at least tell her how to do it.
As Luke grabbed onto Isi and started flying out of nervousness she placed her arms around his neck. It wasn’t as if she trusted him to NOT drop her. Isi knew where they were heading before they reached the destination. It wasn’t as if her mansion was near other houses. She had about one hundred acres of land. It was a miracle it hadn’t been sold off to other individuals before.
Her mansion was on one hundred acres and she got it for a steal, three million dollars. Isi had another million dollars of work done on the place modernizing it. When she had purchased it the columns were practically leaning like the tower of piza and they seriously needed to be scrapped and repainted. Now the mansion looked like it had when it was brand new.
“You know it’s really quite rude to enter a lady’s house without permission.” Isi said. She wondered what was going to happen now. What was this creature going to do to her? Isi tried to recall if she had a Bible in the house. Probably not. It was also a no go on the holy water. It was also a no go on someone coming here to check on Isi. Isi rented a small apartment in New Orleans that she gave to work as her home address. It was also the address she used for taxes. She had this house under a fictional business and not a person and no one would find her. It was impertinent as an executioner to be safe in a home that no one knew about, at least for Isi.
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Post by luke on Aug 16, 2011 22:27:59 GMT -5
all we are is entertainment caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,448,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f0e89e; text-align: justify;]
 . the demon grinned upon examining her house. what a lovely place she had. it was old but still held a wonderful charm about it. he really liked this place. perhaps when he rebuilt his current home he would model it like this one. the demon settled on the edge of her bed and grinned over at her eyes glowing with excitement. "what should we do now? should I take advantage of you? or perhaps I could cook us a nice meal? I do kind of like the first one." he grinned evilly at the female as he stretched out on her bed. he really did like her house and this bed. hmmm. snapping his fingers, black silk sheets appeared on the bed. the lights seemed to dim a bit and candles appeared.
. there was a light mist that seemed to appear in the room. it wrapped around isi and seemed to muffle everything for her. it was a sweet smelling mist, one that he created in hopes of seducing his pets. he wanted to have fun with this one but he knew she would be a stubborn one. a very stubborn one. his image shimmered and a silk robe appeared over him as he got up off the bed. heading over to isi, he lead her to the bathroom. he was sure that the mist had taken some effect now causing her to lose control of her body functions. she became zombie like in a sense. a light grin crossed over him as he began to carefully undress her, giving light kisses on her skin. once she was completely undressed, he slipped out of his robe and lead her into the shower with him. the demon washed her entire body, taking his time and being sure she was completely washed. after the shower, she dried her off and her image shimmered as a black silk night gown and matching robe.
. he didn't even bother putting his robe back on as he led his pet back to the bed. the demon smiled as he let his pet sit on the edge of the bed. with a soft grin he stood before her letting her get a nice view of his well toned body. "what do you think? I designed this body to be completely perfect in every way. especially where it counts. I know you can't control your actions but you'll be able to scream nicely for me. my other pets never seemed to mind this part." the demon grinned advancing on the female and pushing her back on the bed with a very heated and passionate kiss. and then he had his way with her. not in the manner of a rough rapist, but more of a gentle lover. the night was long and fulfilling for him and for her as well. the demon always made sure his pets were well taken care of. after they had finished, the demon laid on the bed isi curled up next to him. her arm was over his chest as his hand played with her hair.
. this new pet was an interesting one and he actually seemed to grow quite fond of her. she was a spunky one. something he hadn't seen in a while and he actually liked it. most of his pets always cowered away from him whenever he caught them. sighing softly he got up carefully as to not stir the sleeping beauty. his image shifted a bit and dark washed jeans appeared over him. his usual dark leather jacket with the white fur appeared as well. looking back over to his pet, he leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. "sleep well my love. until we meet again." with that he walked to the window and opened it. wings spread wide behind him before he pushed off the ground and took to the sky. flying off, he couldn't wait until he met his pet again. WORDS: 659 TAGGING: isi MUSE: good. |
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Aug 26, 2011 16:56:45 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
To say that Isi was frightened was putting it mildly. She had never been scared before. Never. She faced down vampires knowing that there was the great possibility that she could and would die! Several times Isi had been in the process of serving a warrant only to have regular New Orleans cops insist that they needed to go as well and some NOPD died horrible deaths. It could have been Isi, but it wasn’t. But now, now Isi feared for her life. “I think you should cook something.” Isi stumbled out. ‘Cook something so that I can fucking leave. There’s a damned cemetery in my backyard. Hopefully it’s still holy and I can run to it.’
Suddenly the Creature snapped its fingers and the sheets on the bed turned black. The lights dimmed and Isi did not have a dimmer. Candles also appeared, another item Isi didn’t have in her household. Or at least not in her bedroom. Candles in a very old house was a very bad idea. Suddenly the room began to mist. ‘Help from the big G?’ Isi thought. She also thought that this was her chance to escape and run for it! It smelled sweet but no time to stop and sniff the roses! Suddenly Isi was led towards the bathroom by Luke and her legs wouldn’t obey her. They wouldn’t move and she couldn’t head towards the door.
Isi could only stare as the demon undressed her, kissing her skin. She lost her shirt, her bra, her pants and panties. Isi did not like being naked with a demon. ‘God, help me! I’m your loyal servant!’ she thought. Okay, she wasn’t a servant. But she was loyal. In well…a way that allowed her to massacre everyone and everything that wasn’t human or helped un-humans! The water turned on and Isi thought she might have been holding her breath. Or at least she was in her mind while the demon washed her body. It’s unholy hands on her pure body were unearthing to say the least. She wanted to kick him in his genitals, poke out his eyes, shoot him through the forehead with the gun she always kept in her master bathroom.
But then the thing led Isi out of the shower and dried her off. She felt better with the nightgown on. It was better than being nude. But her mind was still in horror from It touching her! Suddenly, when Isi thought that was all the demon wanted she was brought back to the bed. She knew what this meant. She wasn’t naïve. She was about to be raped in her own home. Was she going to be raped with a knife? In the arse? With a broom handle? If only Isi could have a heavy pain pill. The prescription was still full since it tended to make Isi dizzy. ‘You are disgusting!’ Isi thought as she screamed in her mind. ‘Is this how you get women? You’re pathetic. You bastard!’
The demon then proceeded to enter Isi. She braced herself for him being rough but he was gentle, almost like a nerd trying out sex for the first time. Isi glanced at her alarm clock. When oh when would it end? Would he kill her after? Isi honestly didn’t want to die. But maybe life would be easier if he killed her. But then images of cops taking her nude photo. She could just imagine Federal Marshal Raped & Murdered on the front news worldwide. And it would be worldwide because she was a Marshal and anytime a Marshal did something they made the front page. Then there would be the autopsy and of course Isi’s family would be notified of her death.
Finally the demon finished with Isi. It was now time for Isi to die. She made her peace and hoped that it wouldn’t be painful. The demon curled next to Isi, playing with her hair all while she wondered when and how he would end her life. And then he dressed himself in jeans and leaned over Isi. She prepared, eyes open. She wouldn’t look away. He would have to see her eyes as her life faded away. Then he did the unexpected and after kissing her on the forehead he said eight words she would never forget. "Sleep well my love. Until we meet again." Isi watched him wings and all fly out of the window.
She was alive. But far too embarrassed to tell anyone. She could see the headlines Federal Marshal imagines demon. Or better yet, Federal Marshal imagines being raped by demon. The demon experts would come and they would gawk at her like a lab rat with an extra ear. Because the last known demon attack had killed humans, demons didn’t just come and rape humans then leave them alone alive. Marshal Consorts with Demons would be the next headline. NO. Isi could not say a word. But she would need the after pill, a priest to holy her grounds and maybe a few books on demons as well. She would be better prepared next time.
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