Thursday, August 30, 2012


Oh we’ve been having such fun with our new guest.

You know, he had the most interesting scent. He smelled like the inside of a new age shop- like a blend of herbs. It was rather intoxicating.

You’ll notice I used the past tense for that, as he now smells like blood vomit and piss

He also had these crooked pointy little teeth that just fascinated me. I’m holding one right now. After my last post, I decided to make him more comfortable. Bound him tight to a chair. He didn’t put up much struggle. Too sore from being bound and unconscious on the floor for so long I guess. He put up considerably more of a fight when I went to work on his mouth, not that it helped him much. Pulled a few of the lovely little pearly whites despite his efforts. Also took Cat’s switchblade and made some cuts on his gums, cheeks and palate. He screamed wonderfully

It was then that I realised how thoughtless I had been, for our dear guest was hungover and must surely be thirsty. So I went to brew some tea. His screams were suddenly renewed, but I didn’t have to look to see why. Ritter had made an appearance. He watched as I returned with the hot tea and proceeded to pour it into Gary’s mouth. Guess it was too hot for the poor dear as he spluttered and strained against his bindings. Thought he would tip himself over, so I decided to cool him back down. Got Fell to fetch him some nice cold lemonade, which was then poured into his mouth, followed by more tea, then more lemonade. I tell you I just could not seem to find that happy medium between hot and cold. I felt like such a terrible host. 

Fortunately Fell was there to help the situation by hugging him until his choking and screaming were reduced to whimpers. They looked so cute together so I had her help me get him out of the chair for some more dancing. Gary didn’t seem to want to, but Fell was able to convince him. She held a knife to his neck and they slowly began moving. I thought it was only fair, as he had danced with me before. Ritter’s song conveyed his enjoyment of the show and I provided the music to their dancing by doing my best to sing along. I began to dance around Ritter while singing. He reached out a hand. I felt the freezing burn of his fingers around my throat. I laughed as I felt a mixture of pain and euphoria rush through me. He let me go and I bowed to him then let out a howl of joy. Then I rushed toward Gary and Fell, knocked Gary down and laughed as I started to kick him. Fell and I were soon doing a wild dance of our own all over him, laughing and singing all the while. We didn’t kill him though. Oh no. We danced on him until he pissed himself, but we didn’t kill him.

Forced him back into the chair and secured him there. Let him rest

Didn’t want to end the fun too soon hehe

The next day, I let Fell play with him on her own. Hmm I think I’ll let her tell you about that herself

Monday, August 27, 2012

Tanz mit mir

Been fairly quiet here since my last post. Trying to take some time to bond with Fell and think a few things through.

Got angry with her a couple weeks ago. While I was asleep she went online and proceeded to threaten Sunshine for hurting me with his suicide attempt as well as for the pain she figured he must be causing. While I understand her intentions were to protect me, I did not appreciate her going behind my back, nor did I like that she was threatening Sunshine. But I should have handled things better than I did.

Once I cooled down we had a long talk. I figured that part of the reason why she was lashing out at Sunshine was a lack of understanding of what’s actually been on my mind. I may address that here eventually, but for now know that I explained it to Fell and I explained how Sunshine had been helping me through it. How he has helped me through so much. She doesn’t have to like him but I would like for her to be a bit more civil. I would also like for her not to be so brash in general. Jumping to conclusions and rushing in to attack will not help me. She agreed to make an effort to improve and I apologized for losing my temper. I am trying my best to be patient and nurturing with her and she has done very well thus far- following my orders and keeping vigil over me the way she did.      

That’s one of the reasons why I’ve been making the extra effort to have some fun with her. Been keeping up with the sparring, of course, but also been continuing to teach her how to knit. She’s been making impressive progress I must say. Aside from that, the weather has been nice so we went out berry picking. I know the location of a few really nice wild blueberry patches, so we went out to one of those. Came back with a small bucket full of them and have been snacking on them since.  

Also tried to teach Fell to cook proper meals instead of just pre-made, packaged stuff… I don’t think we’ll be doing that again for a while. I’m not sure how one starts off with water and ends up with fire but she managed   

Moving on, last night I took her out to a club. We had such fun dancing together. Then the fun took a different path when a boy drunkenly started flirting with us. I gave him a shy smile and danced with him when he asked. Then I tolerated his attentions while he played with my hair. The three of us made small talk, until I finally suggested we head for home. The poor boy looked so happy when I extended the invitation to him.

I noticed a small change in Fell’s expression, a register of shock before an eager smile. I suppose this was unusual for her as we were not acting on orders this time.

He followed us out the door and eagerly accompanied us into a nearby alleyway. He stumbled and fell, as most seem to, after suddenly finding himself in a very different place- the dead end path. His drunken state apparently made the teleportation much worse for him, however, as he proceeded to vomit, then pass out.

We laughed and dragged him to the cabin. Bound his hands behind his back and kept an eye on him to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit. He only woke up a little while ago. Seems like he has a hell of a hangover and it’s about to get worse.