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Sept 16, 2009 18:06:24 GMT -5
Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 16, 2009 18:06:24 GMT -5
" Shut up! " Iugo shouted to the sack over his shoulder, roughly throwing it up and shifting the weight from his other shoulder, smirking as he heard a quiet 'oof!' from within the burlap prison. This little brat he caught sneaking after hours! Any child he finds out of their room from between the hours of 12 a.m. and 12 a.m. are under his jurisdiction to play with. And this one seemed like a real screamer! But he didn't want attention! Terry would have a small lump on his head for when the ghostly boogie first found the boy, but from the confused sounds he heard within his bag, he assumed the boy was waking.
" You're in the dungeon, filth! " Iugo hissed, a mild laughter turning into one that would make a mad scientist cringe. What did he have in store? Nothing, really. Just some fun. And he wanted answers. Surprisingly, Iugo wasn't too liked by the others of his race. Some thought he was... "creepy", or "blood thirsty" or "that bastard must be freaking insane!" ...Well, yes, all of those were facts, but that didn't mean he could get information on the other boogies openly. So why not pry them out of an innocent child?
" You can scream all you want soon, little boy! Scream to your heart's content! "
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Toy
Sept 16, 2009 20:43:52 GMT -5
Post by Terrence Tao on Sept 16, 2009 20:43:52 GMT -5
Terry placed his hand against the bag, he had a fever, the reason he had been wandering the halls. His head was pounding, as if someone was driving in nails and with each nail color exploding into his eyes, well the one that could see. It was almost as if was blind.
He closed his eyes silently as she whimpered slightly, '' L-let me... '' he stopped as his head pounded and he grabbed onto it in the darkness of the bad. Terrence sunk down in the bag silently, he was too weak at the moment to fight back, he let himself be carried in the bag.
The only noise that came from the bag where small fits of coughing.
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Sept 16, 2009 21:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 16, 2009 21:32:42 GMT -5
Iugo would walk on for minutes, taking a longer route to his secluded corner of horrors than usual. Obviously the boy hated the bag, and obviously he was gonna stay there longer. But even Iugo got bored of this droll form of torture, and soon roughly dumped the bag, the untied burlap opening up, allowing Terry to spill out... landing inches from his large pile of rotting, squirming, or moaning but otherwise still pile of lifeless bodies. Eyes were open paired with silent screams, some had no eyes and mouths sewn shut with rough stitches. Iugo wasn't a precise doctor any longer. He was a crazy man who wanted the world around him in pain! Something was off in his ticker, more so than usual!
But now a single torch lit a small diameter around them, the pile of bodies moving beyond that, three hallways branching off, all equal distance apart in the circular chamber. Chains hung from the ceiling, but not dead bodies hung from them...yet. A wooden table lay near a smiley wall, Iugo looking over it. Mottled looking and dirty, the boogie obvious had not taken the time out of his busy schedule to clean himself. His upper body naked, only wearing loose dark pants, was soaked in both fresh and rotten blood, the smell almost matching that of the pile next to Terrance.
Turning away from the table, he looked toward Terry, a long, thin knife in his hand as he spoke in dark, menacing tone. " I'm going to ask questions. You're going to answer. If I'm not happy with your answer, I'm going to hurt you. " Andi n a sudden burst of rage, the knife flew from his hand, sticking the skull of a nearby body, the head lolling to the side, blood flowing freely from the new wound. " Is this understood, you little piece of worthless flesh?! " Oh yeah... Iugo enjoyed these relaxing nights.
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