Post by Angel Blake on Mar 20, 2019 0:10:22 GMT
”Ethan King.”
“Andrew Jacobsen.”
“James Gilmore.”
“Caleb Lockwood.”
“Pax SSStormcrow…”
“Rob Diamond.”
“These are some of the namesss in the Roulette.”
“Some of the namesss who dream of World Championshipsss.”
“Some of the namesss who will be eliminated by me…”
“But one name standsss out.”
“One name has our attention.”
“One name demandsss all of our attention.”
“Dean Harper.”
“The son.”
“Our son.”
“Our baby boy.”
“A former World Champion.”
“One of the most feared individuals in Imperial Wrestling.”
“Dean.”
“Son.”
“We have been looking forward to thisss.”
“Thisss moment.”
“When our pathsss finally crossss.”
“We have never faced our own blood.”
“None ever grew old enough to challenge usss.”
“But you slipped by.”
“Unknown.”
“Unnoticed.”
“Not forgotten.”
“Just unaware.”
“Raised by a demon.”
“Raised in hatred.”
“We would never have wished this upon you.”
“Your life was hard.”
“It’sss about to get harder.”
“Because you now stand between usss.”
“And what we want.”
“We do not wish to harm you.”
“We wish to hold you.”
“But you are in this match.”
“By definition you are our enemy.”
“Our prey.”
“So we will see who isss supreme.”
“Father or Son.”
“Either you will make me proud.”
“Or you will be a colossal disappointment.”
“Either way we win.”
“Either way the Blake legacy continues.”
“Either way our bloodline continuesss to dominate.”
“So tell me son.”
“How far you willing to go to be World Champion?”
“Who are you willing to cut down?”
“Friendsss?”
“Family???”
“Loved onesss?”
“We will not hesitate.”
“Nothing will stand in our way.”
“NOTHING.”
A housewife meticulously bastes a roast as it slowly cooks in a stainless steel oven. Each scoop of creamy melted butter is carefully laid over the top of a golden glazed skin. She smiles to herself, at the hours of work that has gone into this perfectly prepared dinner. She knows her husband will appreciate it, he will love it, he will devour it. She also knows that with a perfectly prepared dinner, with a satisfied hunger his other desires will rise and he will repay her hard work ten fold.
Her mind wanders to later in the evening. To his seductive touch. His succulent kiss. She pictures his hands slowly working their way up her long blue dress. His fingers delicately dancing over the top of her panties and carefully working their way down.
One hand continues to baste the roast as her other hand begins to make its way up the front of her blouse. One by one she unbuttons until she can slip her hand in and grip herself. She shudders at the sensation, at the touch. She feels herself harden beneath the constrictions of her bra.
She shakes herself back awake. Quickly rebuttoning hoping no one happened to pass by and notice. She went back to her preparations. The vegetables were nearly done. All she had to do was make this meal perfect and she would be rewarded…
Deeper within the home, beneath the warmth and glow of the kitchen a naked man shook with cold and anger. His wrists ached from the binds that bound him to the radiator. The rope slowly working its way through his flesh causing him to bleed. He couldn’t help but wonder about his family above, about the torture they were enduring.
A step creaked in the darkness.
He sat up as straight as he possibly could as the shadow slowly drew closer. He knew what was coming. It happened every day since he arrived. The shadow man would come, he would touch him, he would whisper sadistic things and then…
Then he would do things.
He hated it. He hated him. He hated not knowing what his family was going through. Secretly he hoped he was the only one going through this. That maybe the shadow was only tormenting him. Maybe his family was safe upstairs. Happy. They were completely unaware of what the shadow was doing just beneath the floorboards.
He hoped knowing it wasn’t true…
Above the others a young girl sat at the end of a bed. Her bedroom door locked from the outside. Her windows boarded closed from the outside. She was a prisoner in her own home. The man who entered their house not so long ago never touched her, never spoke to her, he never even looked at her.
He simply made her a prisoner.
She was allowed out for meals and the bathroom but that was it. She hadn’t been to school. She hadn’t seen her friends. And she hadn’t seen her father. She wondered if the strange man with the crooked smile had killed her father. She prayed that he didn’t. They weren’t a perfect family but that doesn’t change the fact that they were a family.
Were.
She didn’t know what they were anymore. Her mother seemed happy. Her brother seemed to have forgotten. Her father was gone and in his place was this man, this evil man…
Then there was the son.
He happily stood in his bedroom laying out his best attire for the coming dinner. Father expected them to dress nice for their meal and he aimed to please their Father.
His sister had been acting funny, always hiding in her room away from the family but mother seemed happy he thought. She was really glowing lately. It was nice to see her so happy, so full of life. He remembered a time when she was always sad. He remembered catching her crying so often. She would never say why. She would just wipe her tears and tell him everything was fine.
But it wasn’t.
Then Father came home. Father made everything better. Father made Mother happy. Father took an interest in his life. Father seemed to set Sister right.
They were finally the family he’d always imagined they would be…
”So who will step up?”
“Who dares to challenge usss?”
“Which hero?”
“Which villain?”
“Which deviant?”
“Who try to make their mark with our name?”
“Who will rise up?”
“Who will stake their claim?”
“Who will seize the opportunity?”
“None”
“Of”
“You.”
“That is the one true answer.”
“The one you know deep down inside.”
“The one you fear to admit.”
“The one you will have to come to termsss with.”
“We will eliminate you all.”
“One.”
“By.”
“One.”
“Over the top rope.”
“Your hopesss dashed against the rocksss.”
“Discarded.”
“Forgotten.”
“Like all of you will be in time.”
“You are not who we are.”
“You have not done what we’ve done.”
“You have not been to the placesss we’ve been to.”
“You could not hope to defeat usss.”
“We know what this match takes.”
“We’ve achieved this victory before.”
“We’ve been the one in thirty.”
“We will be so again.”
“That is the only conclusion.”
“The only ending.”
“There is no alternate.”
“No bonusss scene.”
“The heroesss will not rise.”
“The villainsss will fall.”
“The misbegotten will continue to be forgotten.”
“We will stand victoriousss.”
“We will stand alone.”
“We will got back to Night of the Immortalsss.”
“And we will regain our World Championship.”
“There isss not other outcome.”
“Stop praying.”
“Stop hoping.”
“Stop planning.”
“We will get what we want.”
“We will take it.”
“We will pry it from your handsss.”
“We will stand over your lifelsss bodiesss if we have to.”
“If you force usss.”
"We are the past."
"We are the present."
"We are the future."
"We are Desire."
“We.”
“Are.”
“The.”
“Strongest.”
“There.”
“Is.”
“We are Leviathan.”
“Andrew Jacobsen.”
“James Gilmore.”
“Caleb Lockwood.”
“Pax SSStormcrow…”
“Rob Diamond.”
“These are some of the namesss in the Roulette.”
“Some of the namesss who dream of World Championshipsss.”
“Some of the namesss who will be eliminated by me…”
“But one name standsss out.”
“One name has our attention.”
“One name demandsss all of our attention.”
“Dean Harper.”
“The son.”
“Our son.”
“Our baby boy.”
“A former World Champion.”
“One of the most feared individuals in Imperial Wrestling.”
“Dean.”
“Son.”
“We have been looking forward to thisss.”
“Thisss moment.”
“When our pathsss finally crossss.”
“We have never faced our own blood.”
“None ever grew old enough to challenge usss.”
“But you slipped by.”
“Unknown.”
“Unnoticed.”
“Not forgotten.”
“Just unaware.”
“Raised by a demon.”
“Raised in hatred.”
“We would never have wished this upon you.”
“Your life was hard.”
“It’sss about to get harder.”
“Because you now stand between usss.”
“And what we want.”
“We do not wish to harm you.”
“We wish to hold you.”
“But you are in this match.”
“By definition you are our enemy.”
“Our prey.”
“So we will see who isss supreme.”
“Father or Son.”
“Either you will make me proud.”
“Or you will be a colossal disappointment.”
“Either way we win.”
“Either way the Blake legacy continues.”
“Either way our bloodline continuesss to dominate.”
“So tell me son.”
“How far you willing to go to be World Champion?”
“Who are you willing to cut down?”
“Friendsss?”
“Family???”
“Loved onesss?”
“We will not hesitate.”
“Nothing will stand in our way.”
“NOTHING.”
A housewife meticulously bastes a roast as it slowly cooks in a stainless steel oven. Each scoop of creamy melted butter is carefully laid over the top of a golden glazed skin. She smiles to herself, at the hours of work that has gone into this perfectly prepared dinner. She knows her husband will appreciate it, he will love it, he will devour it. She also knows that with a perfectly prepared dinner, with a satisfied hunger his other desires will rise and he will repay her hard work ten fold.
Her mind wanders to later in the evening. To his seductive touch. His succulent kiss. She pictures his hands slowly working their way up her long blue dress. His fingers delicately dancing over the top of her panties and carefully working their way down.
One hand continues to baste the roast as her other hand begins to make its way up the front of her blouse. One by one she unbuttons until she can slip her hand in and grip herself. She shudders at the sensation, at the touch. She feels herself harden beneath the constrictions of her bra.
She shakes herself back awake. Quickly rebuttoning hoping no one happened to pass by and notice. She went back to her preparations. The vegetables were nearly done. All she had to do was make this meal perfect and she would be rewarded…
Deeper within the home, beneath the warmth and glow of the kitchen a naked man shook with cold and anger. His wrists ached from the binds that bound him to the radiator. The rope slowly working its way through his flesh causing him to bleed. He couldn’t help but wonder about his family above, about the torture they were enduring.
A step creaked in the darkness.
He sat up as straight as he possibly could as the shadow slowly drew closer. He knew what was coming. It happened every day since he arrived. The shadow man would come, he would touch him, he would whisper sadistic things and then…
Then he would do things.
He hated it. He hated him. He hated not knowing what his family was going through. Secretly he hoped he was the only one going through this. That maybe the shadow was only tormenting him. Maybe his family was safe upstairs. Happy. They were completely unaware of what the shadow was doing just beneath the floorboards.
He hoped knowing it wasn’t true…
Above the others a young girl sat at the end of a bed. Her bedroom door locked from the outside. Her windows boarded closed from the outside. She was a prisoner in her own home. The man who entered their house not so long ago never touched her, never spoke to her, he never even looked at her.
He simply made her a prisoner.
She was allowed out for meals and the bathroom but that was it. She hadn’t been to school. She hadn’t seen her friends. And she hadn’t seen her father. She wondered if the strange man with the crooked smile had killed her father. She prayed that he didn’t. They weren’t a perfect family but that doesn’t change the fact that they were a family.
Were.
She didn’t know what they were anymore. Her mother seemed happy. Her brother seemed to have forgotten. Her father was gone and in his place was this man, this evil man…
Then there was the son.
He happily stood in his bedroom laying out his best attire for the coming dinner. Father expected them to dress nice for their meal and he aimed to please their Father.
His sister had been acting funny, always hiding in her room away from the family but mother seemed happy he thought. She was really glowing lately. It was nice to see her so happy, so full of life. He remembered a time when she was always sad. He remembered catching her crying so often. She would never say why. She would just wipe her tears and tell him everything was fine.
But it wasn’t.
Then Father came home. Father made everything better. Father made Mother happy. Father took an interest in his life. Father seemed to set Sister right.
They were finally the family he’d always imagined they would be…
”So who will step up?”
“Who dares to challenge usss?”
“Which hero?”
“Which villain?”
“Which deviant?”
“Who try to make their mark with our name?”
“Who will rise up?”
“Who will stake their claim?”
“Who will seize the opportunity?”
“None”
“Of”
“You.”
“That is the one true answer.”
“The one you know deep down inside.”
“The one you fear to admit.”
“The one you will have to come to termsss with.”
“We will eliminate you all.”
“One.”
“By.”
“One.”
“Over the top rope.”
“Your hopesss dashed against the rocksss.”
“Discarded.”
“Forgotten.”
“Like all of you will be in time.”
“You are not who we are.”
“You have not done what we’ve done.”
“You have not been to the placesss we’ve been to.”
“You could not hope to defeat usss.”
“We know what this match takes.”
“We’ve achieved this victory before.”
“We’ve been the one in thirty.”
“We will be so again.”
“That is the only conclusion.”
“The only ending.”
“There is no alternate.”
“No bonusss scene.”
“The heroesss will not rise.”
“The villainsss will fall.”
“The misbegotten will continue to be forgotten.”
“We will stand victoriousss.”
“We will stand alone.”
“We will got back to Night of the Immortalsss.”
“And we will regain our World Championship.”
“There isss not other outcome.”
“Stop praying.”
“Stop hoping.”
“Stop planning.”
“We will get what we want.”
“We will take it.”
“We will pry it from your handsss.”
“We will stand over your lifelsss bodiesss if we have to.”
“If you force usss.”
"We are the past."
"We are the present."
"We are the future."
"We are Desire."
“We.”
“Are.”
“The.”
“Strongest.”
“There.”
“Is.”
“We are Leviathan.”
Well howdy there pardner.