DreamLord.erith

  sample: I looked at the man struggling to escape the zip ties binding his hands and feet as he dangled upside down from the ceiling. The way he squirmed and thrashed excited her, he was a fighter then, hmmm. Not good for the meat if he died tense, it would be harder to treat and cook, at least that was her personal philosophy. His eyes were bloodshot from sleep deprivation, an absolute necessity, as he wouldn't age quite right if it were a quick death. She went to her table, laying out her knives and spices with care. The leggings she wore underneath her apron had been a rare tip from Silkwing, an epic who could make clothing. He had said that her venison was the best he had tasted in over a decade and had given me all sorts of clothes to cook for him for a time. Of course, when the clothes he paid me with became less than adequate he had to go. He really shouldn't request his food without pepper every time he ate, it was really too obvious.  

  The man was still thrashing, really he should just give in to exhaustion already, it would make all of this easier. I walked over to him, catching his attention and he stopped struggling for a minute, panting. I walked right up to him and began drawing lines on his skin with my marker. he looked confused and very nervous. When I finished I walked back to my table and felt his eyes follow me. I picked up an odd inclusion within the set of knives, a sterilized scalpel. I walked back to him and he began thrashing more than ever, I relished in it, the agony he felt was lost on me, I envied him this feeling, this fear was something I had not known in a long time. "okay mister," I say, my voice high pitched and adorable, everything about me was adorable, "we'er goin to begin the lesson now." I jabbed a needle into his chest and emptied the contents as quickly as I could into the tissue. He thrashed and writhed as I finished, which was stupid, it would only make my conception spread faster.

  "I have come across many animals during my life, some that kill with a touch, some that male and shred, and others that paralyze." His thrashing was slowing and he began to relax, "The last effect is closest to what i've done, but much more pleasant." I returned to my table and prepared a pinch of salt. His struggles had ceased when I returned. "Is it not amazing, the feeling of complete relaxation?" I leaned dow and looked at his unblinking eyes, not dead, but unable to move any muscles. "You will find that this ecstasy would have been worth more money than any could believe during pre-calamity times, but alas, my work  has come to little too late." I began to inspect his naked body looking for my first mark. "indeed, I seem to be caught in a conundrum, I am both too far behind, and too far ahead of my times." I placed the scalpel carefully, "I am a chef of extraordinary measure." the next hour was ecstasy, for no art is more noble than that of cooking, but certainly, no art is more fulfilling than that of torture.

her name is Remi Rioli, a professional chef that had been working for an epic named Apex, he could turn into any predatory animal and retain cognizance. she had to leave and find more work after he choked on hot grease and died. she isn't quite all there in the head, sadistic and unfeeling, she loves to torture people because it reminds her of her time skinning animals with her father when she was little. she is eighteen now and is seeking to make a name for herself in Edmonton. Of course, since she is a complete ditz-or at least that is the persona she portrays to the world at large- she doesn't seem to realize that approaching epics directly is a good way to get killed and often offers her services in a cheerful manner. she loves nothing more than cooking, but a close second is coming up with unique torture techniques relating to cooking.