they lured men in and would kill them

theguardian.com
Why men use prostitutes
The reasons why many men pay for sex are revealed in the interviews that make up a major new piece of research
By Julie Bindel

This entire thing should be a must-read for anyone who has the standard liberal feminist stance on ~sex workers~ and their ~career choices,~ or for any radical feminists who are looking for yet more evidence that prostitution is a degradation and that johns are scum. 

Some choice excerpts:

  • “[O]f 700 men interviewed […] just over half were either married or in a relationship with a woman.”

  • [One participant] said: “I want my ideal prostitute not to behave like one,” he said, “to role-play to be a pretend girlfriend, a casual date, not business-like…”

  • “I asked [one participant] how often he thought the women he paid enjoyed the sex. ‘I don’t want them to get any pleasure,’ he told me. ‘I am paying for it and it is her job to give me pleasure. If she enjoys it I would feel cheated.’”

  • “When asked what would end ­prostitution, one interviewee laughed and said, ‘Kill all the girls.’”

  • “Almost half said they ­believed that most women in prostitution are victims of pimps ("the pimp does the ­psychological raping of the woman,” explained one), lured, tricked, or trafficked. But they still continued to visit them.”

  • “One of the most interesting findings was that many believed men would “need” to rape if they could not pay for sex on demand.”

  • “Visiting an area where prostitution is legal or openly advertised [such as Amsterdam or Thailand] had given them a renewed dedication to buying sex when they returned to the UK.”

  • “[One participant] said: ‘Look, men pay for women because he can have whatever and whoever he wants. Lots of men go to prostitutes so they can do things to them that real women would not put up with.’”

Emphasis added.

The johns interviewed were a very foul mixture of “the girls don’t even pretend to like me, it’s all robotic and mechanical :( :( :(” + “I buy access to these women so I can treat them like dirt and i want them to know it.” One of the johns interviewed even said a prostituted woman asked him to help her, said she had been tricked and brought to London on false pretenses, but he just had sex with her and left because she might have been lying to him. 

I mean… if anyone needs any more proof that men who buy women hate us, don’t care for us, don’t care about anything except their own feelings and their own orgasms, JUST ASK THE JOHNS. They tell on themselves all the damn time but for some reason certain people don’t want to hear it. 

Why aren’t there enough posts crediting Theon’s bravery?

Why are there not enough posts crediting the fact that he was strong enough to keep the part of him that is Theon inside of him, even if it was only barely?

One YouTube commenter said, I’m paraphrasing here: “Ramsay forgot to cut off Theon’s third testicle” Yes, that’s exactly what I’m talking about! Why can’t Theon get more praise and credit for his bravery an inner strength too?

I’m on tumblr and I see so many Sansa is brave, Sansa is strong posts; and don’t get me wrong, Queen Sansa Stark, she deserves those good posts.

But Theon does too, and he doesn’t get enough posts like that. I see posts highlighting Theon’s crimes and his remorse for it. I get it, he committed a monstrous act. Can a guy not have a second chance, without certain tumblr users bringing up his past all the time, and making it difficult for people to move past that, and support Theon in his second chance?

But where Sansa gets meta’s, comments, and gifs crediting her bravery and inner strength? What does Theon get?

A constant reminder of the crimes he’s committed to other tumblr users, because people refuse to give him a second chance. It’s like they want it to forever taint him.

Constant reminders of how foolish he was.

Constant reminders that he was turned into a submissive, broken, mess.

But not enough reminders of his bravery, inner strength, and loyalty. Yes he betrayed Robb, but he still showed loyalty when he said he would lure them away from Sansa.

Where are the gifs with Theon standing up for his sister’s claim to the iron throne, and continuing to stand up for her, even though Euron Greyjoy was humiliating him.

Lesser men would probably start choking on their words, unable to speak anymore. Theon however kept speaking with confidence. Because he is NOT a lesser man.

Where are the gifs when Theon threw Myranda off the balcony. The same woman he would associate with Ramsay cutting his cock off? The same woman he associates with some of his abuse, because she was there for some of it. Theon knew how severe the consequences would be for killing Ramsay’s favourite toy, but he did it anyway to protect Sansa.

Where is the gif of Theon running away to lure Ramsay’s men away from Sansa?, even though he knew just what Ramsay could do to him. He was thinking he could flay me, have me raped, break his bones etc, yet despite knowing all that torture he would go through, he protected Sansa anyway.

Theon didn’t know Brienne and Podric were going to save them. He sacrificed himself for Sansa fully expecting to be severely punished for what he did. And I understate when I say severely.

Theon is underrated. I want to see more posts, gifs, and meta’s defending his right to a second chance, honouring the bravery, inner strength, and loyalty he has shown. I want more posts with people saying Theon did not deserve to be tortured, at the very worst, he deserved a quick execution.

I want people to start focusing on the new Theon, and less on the old Theon.

Sorry for the rant.

anonymous asked:

13?! I love your work btw!!!

13.too loud - i dunno what you were thinking of when you sent this anon but i must be filthy because this is what i came up with, and it’s not as micro as it should be either haha. 

Masquerade verse cos i can - also nsfw.


Victor was quite convinced that Yuuri was going to get them both killed, and there wasn’t a damn thing he was going to do to stop it. 

Not when Yuuri was on his knees in the bathroom stall of the restaurant they’d met at that was crawling with Victor’s men. There’d been no other option this time, and that only seemed to excite Yuuri all the more.

So they’d met under the guise of business as usual, and Yuuri had foregone all conversation to invite him to the bathroom instead, to lure him with his pretty eyes and suggestive lips; and Victor would follow a sight like that to the ends of the earth and beyond. 

Now Yuuri was kneeling in front of him, pink lips wrapped around his cock, taking Victor to the back his throat with a quiet moan like it was the only thing that could ever fill him up.

And it was Victor who couldn’t restrain himself, couldn’t stop the ‘oh yes,’ and the ‘please’ falling from his lips over and over again as Yuuri pinned his hips against the stall door with his mouth. 

Then Yuuri stopped, he stopped and looked up at Victor with too teasing kisses to the head of his dick before he stood up with a smirk and leant against Victor’s chest. 

Without a word; he curled a single finger around Victor’s tie and pulled, he pulled until the silk fell loose and the tie coiled into his open hand as it fell.

There was nothing Victor was going to do to stop this either, because Yuuri pulled Victor’s mouth open with a gentle touch and proceeded to stuff that silk in his mouth; inch by inch until it was all in.

“You’re too loud, Victor.” Yuuri whispered against his neck with nips of teeth.

Victor didn’t care, he just moaned around the fabric in his mouth as Yuuri sunk back to his knees and made Victor want to scream

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(SCOTTISH MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES) - BAOBHAN SITHS

A baobhan sith (pronounced baa’-van shee) is a type of blood-sucking female fairy in Scottish mythology, similar to the banshee or leanan sídhe. Also known as “the White Women of the Scottish Highlands,” they are beautiful seductresses who prey on young travelers by night.

Thought to be fairies, the Baobhan Sith were generally withdrawn from society, unlike their sucubi counterparts. They didn’t care about power, wealth or youth. They only cared about feeding - luring young hunters in by inviting them to dance with them until they grew too exhausted to overpower the Baobhan Sith. They would then feed upon their helpless victims, draining them dry of blood, unlike vampires, the Baobhan Sith would use their long, sharp fingernails to slit their victims necks in order to drink their blood.

Settled in the mountains and forests, the Baobhan Sith would often lure in Highland hunters, drawn to the men by the smell of blood from their kills. Legend has it the these women had hooves instead of feet, which they keep hidden under their long dresses, which were usually green or white, and unlike their vampire cousins who were fond of shape shifting into bats, the Baobhan Sith favoured a wolf form.

There were never any known male Baobhan Sith, but if a woman is killed by these creatures, she will turn into one of them.The Baobhan Sith has only two known weaknesses - they had a fear of horses and they are vulnerable to iron, the only known substance which can kill them.

Alexander Pichushkin, aka the “Chessboard Killer” was well known along the leafy lanes of Moscow’s Bitsevsky Park. The 33-year-old shop worker would play games of chess with strangers and even invite them for a drink afterwards. When he began killing, Pichushkin lured his victims, who were mostly elderly men, to a secluded area of the park before attacking them with a hammer. Sometimes, he would ask them to join in a toast to his deceased dog- drinking a full glass of vodka next to the graveside before killing them.

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THE HILLSIDE STRANGLER : KENNETH BIANCHI

Kenneth Alessio Bianchi was born in Rochester, New York, to a prostitute who gave him up for adoption two weeks after he was born. He was adopted at three months by Frances Scioliono and her husband Nicholas Bianchi in Rochester, is an American serial killer. Bianchi and his cousin Angelo Buono, Jr., together are known as the Hillside Stranglers. He is serving a term of life imprisonment in Washington. Bianchi is also a suspect in the Alphabet murders, three unsolved murders in his home city of Rochester.

Bianchi and Buono would usually cruise around Los Angeles in Buono’s car and use fake badges to persuade girls that they were undercover cops. Their victims were women and girls aged 12 to 28 from various walks of life. They would then order the girls into Buono’s “unmarked police car” and drive them home to torture and murder them.

Both men would sexually abuse their victims before strangling them. They experimented with other methods of killing, such as lethal injection, electric shock, and carbon monoxide poisoning. Even while committing the murders, Bianchi applied for a job with the Los Angeles Police Department and had even been taken for several rides with police officers while they were searching for the Hillside Strangler.

On January 11, 1979, Bianchi lured two female students into a house he was guarding. The women were 22-year-old Karen Mandic and 27-year-old Diane Wilder, and were students at Western Washington University. He forced the first student down the stairs in front of him and then strangled her. He murdered the second young girl in a similar fashion. Without help from his partner, he left many clues and police apprehended him the next day. A California driver’s license and a routine background check linked him to the addresses of two Hillside Strangler victims.

Heart In The Ocean

A/N: This is my entry for the Gods and Monsters challenge hosted by @moonlitskinwalker [Happy Birthday for the 26th! Hope you have a great day!<3] my God/Monster was ‘Mermaid’ and my prompt was ‘I can’t believe I thought I could trust you.’ 

This is also my entry for the album fanfic writing challenge hosted by @mrs-squirrel-chester​  my song inspiration for this fic was Nothing Left To Say/Rocks - Imagine Dragons from the album Night Visions. [If you’re ever looking for fic inspiration, I definitely recommend them! Their songs are beyond amazing.]

{Sidenote: mare maleficus means sea witch in latin.}

Summary: You’re a Mermaid whose returned to land looking for a weapon to take out your kin after they recently killed half a dozen innocent men out at sea. But what happens when you meet the Winchesters who are after the same thing?

Characters: Dean x Mermaid!Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: language, angst, implied smut, character death(s), more angst, un beta’d

as always, feedback is much loved!

‘Who knows how long I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me, beckoning,

You’d never felt the way about anyone like you had about Dean Winchester.  

You were investigating a case where a group of men had hired out a boat from the docks, and only one came back alive. That’s when you first met Sam and Dean Winchester. 

The other five men on the boat were taken over board by what the man described as the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that they had scaled tails and fins. You knew it was probably the work of your mermaid kin. But, you had to make sure it was really them who’d been doing the killing, after all there were many more monsters who swam beneath the sea. You were thankful your Father had been human, it seemingly gave you a lot more control on the urge to kill while you were in your Mermaid form.    

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Amusement

You were like a siren, luring men to their death. Your job was simple really, you seduced men and tricked them into thinking there was no issue between them and J. Most men were easy enough, give them a drink, show a little skin here and there and convince them to come back to J’s club with you. You knew once you delivered these men J would kill them, but you never stuck around to watch. You were the key piece in Mister J’s game, and you never lost. Tonight however, was presenting itself as a challenge. You circled the man sitting in the leather black chair batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke. “Mister J is growing impatient Nick, he wants his money.” Nick remained calm, and surprisingly so as he spoke. “He doesn’t want my money sweetie, he wants my head. There’s a reason they call you the angel of death.” You bent over resting your hands against the chair on either side of  Nick.  "We both know that if Mister J wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.“ Nick let out a small laugh. "You have a reputation y/n, you collect men and lead them to the slaughter. How does a girl like you end up working jobs like this anyway?” You stood back a serious expression now plastered on your face. “A girl like me has bills to pay, and in this field I have to do very little to get paid a lot of money.” The grin never left his face. “You may be able to fool other men with that sweet smile and sexy charm, but today you go back to Joker empty handed.” You walked toward Nick and snaked your arm around his shoulder. “Aw come on Nick, just come back to the club with me and we can work this all out.” Nick stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk to the door. “It’s a death trap and I’m not walking into it.” And with that he left you alone in the back room. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. J was gonna be pissed.

You returned to J’s club without Nick and headed to his office. You knew he would be angry that you didn’t deliver. You had never before returned to the club empty handed and you expected nothing less than to pay the price for it, what that price was however you weren’t sure. You stood outside J’s office preparing for the worst. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. J’s right hand man Frost greeted you from the other side. “Y/n.” You faked a confident smile and addressed him as you walked past. “Hiya Frostie.” J looked up from his desk with a smile on his face when he heard your voice. “Ah, y/n, have ya got a present for me?” Your smile faltered a bit. “Not exactly Mister J, he uh, um. I couldn’t get him to come back with me. He knows you want him dead J.” J’s smile faded and was replaced by a  look of seriousness. “Are you losing your touch y/n? Perhaps you’re not as valuable as you use to be.” J stood up from his desk. “Please J, I haven’t lost anything, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I can get him here.” J walked toward you and your heart began to race. He ran one hand down your shoulder before he spoke. “I suggest you use those tricks then doll, I’d hate to see a pretty little thing like you laying dead in a gutter somewhere.”  You shuttered at the thought. “I’ll bring him to you J I swear.” J’s smile returned. “That’s my girl." 

Originally posted by fandcm-world

J walked back to his desk and pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and held it out to you. "Take this doll, you’re gonna need it.” A look of confusion spread across your face. “U-um why would I need it?” J cocked his head to the side. “You see doll, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy this evening and since you couldn’t deliver to me sooner you’re just gonna have to finish the job yourself.” J tried to put the gun in your hand but you pulled away. “Killing wasn’t part of my contract J.” J grabbed your hand and forced the gun inside of it as he spoke. “And if you read the fine print you would know that you do what I say when I say it.” His grip was tight around your wrist. You shook your head. “I won’t do it.” J grabbed both your shoulders and lowered his voice. “You’ll kill this man or I’ll have Frost kill you.” J released you and began to walk away. You felt yourself becoming angry and couldn’t stop the words as they poured out of your mouth. “I told you from the beginning I won’t kill people!” J turned around and faced you again but remained silent as you continued. “I have always delivered. Do you know the things I’ve had to do to get some of these men to walk to their death freely!? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do!? Easy would be putting a bullet in their brain but I can’t bring myself to do such an awful thing!  You want him dead J? Do it yourself!” You raised the gun that was still in your hand almost involuntarily and pointed it at J. What were you doing, you just went completely bat shit insane on mister J. You expected to be dead in seconds but instead J let out his famous laugh and lunged for you, knocking the gun from your hand. He had you pinned against his desk and your anger turned to fear as J spoke. “My. My. My. Quite a mouth you’ve got.” J’s fingers were firmly wrapped around your throat but caused you no discomfort. “I’ve never seen this side of you before y/n. I like it.” J ran his tongue over his silver teeth and let out a low growl. His hand left your neck and fell on your jaw pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You were shocked at first but J pulled you closer to him and kissed you more deeply. You were breathless, a few minutes ago you were sure this man was going to kill you, but now his soft lips are pressed against yours and you didn’t want it to end. J pulled away wearing a wide grin. “How would you like a promotion doll?”

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Vampire! Calum

Words: 2.8K

Warning: Smut! 

Summary: Y/N is a vampire slayer and come’s across Calum hood who is a vampire. There families have always been at war killing one another, but what happens when Y/N tries to kill him?

Michael Ashton Luke

Being born into a family of Vampire slayers was not easy. Every few weeks they would plan an attack making sure they had all equipment and have garlics around there neck if it went wrong. Most nights they would bring back a pair of fangs as a trophy. You always wanted to get out of the vampire slaying business, you’d never admit that though to your dad. When you were 5 your mum got killed by a vampire, your older brothers and father had always gone out killing as many vampires as they could. Once they even killed the queen vampire Liz Hemming’s. She was adored amongst vampires, I had always heard stories about her and her vampire family. The Hemming’s, Irwin’s, Clifford’s and my favourites the Hoods. Now it wasn’t because they were the nicest vampires, far from that. 

The Hood’s were one of the most deadliest family vampires. There mother Joy, name deceiving against her actual personality. Joy was the mother, she would use calls to group up on people as some were hypnotised by the calls and she would pounce on the killing them and taking them back to her family. The hood father was a complete sicko, he was the one who would kill small children and teenagers, but thats all behind now because my father killed him. Mali-Koa the eldest of the children, she would lure the men in and kill them with some really cool things. I’ve hear she has a poison lipstick in which the poison from the fangs is made up into the shape of a common lipstick and used to drug men and kill them.

The worst Hood family member was Calum. He was the youngest of them and by far the smartest. My dad had managed to catch him on camera a few times and I’ve got to say I was hypnotised. He was beautiful and thats probably why he has the most kills being at the age of 20. Tonight you were planning on going hunting. You had been before, you had even killed one alongside your brothers. But tonight you were going alone and you were more excited then scared. Especially since it was Wednesday. This was the day Calum Hood was out and about, you knew that because you were patrolling him. He was clever but you were by far smarter. You had been watching his every move for around 2 months. 

You walked into your front room dressed in leather jumper and leather pants strapped with a belt with Vampire weapons. Your hair was put up in a ponytail and your nails were sculptured to perfection. In my belt I had a knife, stun gun and a garlic spray. I also kept another knife strapped to my thigh and another in my boot. My dad was sat on the sofa along with my brothers as they watched some documentary on werewolves. 

“Hey guys I’m off out tonight”

“You finally going to kill him” My eldest brother asked

“Yes”

“I want you to kill him, bring back his fangs” My dad said handing me a tub. 

“Of course” I smiled. I walked out the front door strapping my back pack and slowly making my way towards the car. I drove to the place which Calum was always at, the willow forrest, but the place Calum was at was just on the outskirts of the forest a local pub which was shaded all round. It was the vampires favourite restaurant to go as they weren’t exposed to much sunlight either, as most of them couldn’t go into the sun unless they had a spell on them and the only ones who did were the Irwin family as they all went to school. Calum had a small spell on him that only made him stay in the sun for a hour a day, this is how he lures his victims into the forest, so then he can kill them.

I parked outside the forrest it wasn’t dark yet. In fact all the children from the local school were coming out. I waited in my car watching all the school kids run out, I’m glad my family pulled me out of this shit-hole as a vampire hunter that was my actual job now. I got out of my car wearingly as I spotted Harry Irwin, the baby vampire. I walked passed him and he didn’t seem to take any notice. I made my way behind the restaurant but saw him.

Calum Hood biting into some poor girls flesh, his next victim. I’m surprised he’s doing it in the daylight. I ran over pushing Calum off her and got out my vampire sting gun and shot him. I bent down checking the girls pulse, she was still breathing, luckily. I felt Calum stir and got out my knife. He was too quick pushing me down and clamping my neck in his tanned hands. I squirmed underneath him as he leant down licking over my neck.

I kicked him in crotch and he let out a groan. I quickly turned over getting my knife and stabbing him in the lower abdomen. He tore my hand away from him throwing the knife on the floor, but not before accidentally swiping it against my cheek. I felt a stinging sensation as he pushed me up against the wall. I punched him in the jaw and he fell back down to the floor. The girl on the floor was breathing deeply and was looking up at me. I leant down as she clutched her neck.

“Are you ok?” I asked her, she nodded her head but then her eyes went wide. I saw another shadow come running closer but I felt a thump on my head before I could see anyone.

Thats when I passed out. 


I fluttered my eyes open adjusting my eyes to the darkness and looking around around. There were glints of light sparkling through the green leaves and the floor was covered in dried mud. I moved my head, I was perch up on a tree and I felt some bark drop beneath me. I tried moving but I felt something tightly tied around my hands, I looked around seeing a light brown rope made in nots around my arms. I stood up as best as I could and let out a huff leaning against the tree. 

“Whats your name?” A voice said, but instantly I recognised it. I looked around not seeing anyone.

“Y/N, but you already know that don’t you”

“You’re from a family of Vampire hunters, you’ve been watching me for what 6? 8? weeks. You think you’re smart don’t you” 

“How’d you even know that? and yes I am smart” I sighed  

“Same reason you know me, your father killed my dad and I’ve been wanting to kill you for months, you’re not that smart sweetheart look where you are” he said angrily. He came jumping down from the tree and landed in front of me with a loud bang. The dirt around swooped up and stood still as I rubbed the dirt out of my eyes. I looked up and peered at Calum. He was beautiful, for a vampire he had golden skin and not pale. He had caramel eyes and big plump lips. I back up against a tree as he walked forwards. His jet black cape dragging across the floor and his black jeans complimented with a white shirt. Although that sound like a typical outfit it really wasn’t. 

“I’m so sorry” I whispered, shaking my head.

“You’re sorry?” He asked 

“Yeah, I lost my mother by a vampire when I was little” I sighed avoiding his gaze.

“So you came to seek revenge” he spat

“Yes”

“And?”

“I’ve decide against it”

“Was it my charming good looks or the fact you’re tied up?” He smirked

“No, this can’t keep going on our people killing your people I won’t kill you, you can kill me if you must” I mumbled closing my eyes. I heard a snicker and I felt a presence press up against me, I opened my eyes seeing Calum’s now red eyes boring into my skin. I took a deep breath and Calum inched closer to my neck. I was prepared for the worst but he kissed my neck lightly. I let out my breath and turned my head. He looked up smiling at me his fangs on display and I scrunch my eyebrows together. 

“I’m not going to kill you” he grinned

“And why’s that?”

“Theres something about you” he snarled tugging on the rope. His face was inches away from mine and he bit lightly on my lip. His fangs digging into the flesh of my lip. I must say I was getting turned on by him and his arm stroking down my side. I tugged on the rope and sucked on his bottom lip, edging my face closer to his. He tugged on the rope which slipped down my hands and fell on the floor. My hands instantly went to his shirt ripping it open and kissing him deeply. I entered my tongue into his mouth and he tasted blood. I pulled away kissing him one more time before kissing down his his chest. 

“You know for a vampire you’re extremely sexy”

“Yeah” he whispered stroking over my face “For a human you’re pretty sexy yourself” I bit my lip untying the black cape and watching it drop to the floor. He reached down for my leather jacket unzipping it and pulling it off my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him by my belt and slipped his hands down my trousers. His calloused fingers rubbed over my panties as he sucked on my jaw. I reached down unbuttoning his trousers and kissing his plump lips, I moved my hands underneath his trousers round to his ass giving it a squeeze. I kicked my shoes off, grinding my body into his. 

“God daym Y/N” He groaned his hands coming towards my boobs stroking them in his hands, under my bra. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples pulling onto them and sucking onto the skin around my nipple. I moaned as he ripped open my bra with his teeth and threw it on the floor. He pushed me up on the tree, sucking onto my nipple and rolling the other in his hand. I whined digging my nails into his ass and pulling down his trousers. I reached for his back pulling him into me and clawing at his back. He let out a hiss kissing back up my chest, but then dragging his fangs down my stomach leaving two lines of blood. He licked back up and nuzzled his head into my neck sucking over a spot and licking over it. 

“Calum” I whimpered, he just smirked reaching down and pulling my trousers off my legs so I was left in just my panties. He let out a groan getting down to his knees and kissing my thighs. 

“Even though you have a knife strapped to your thigh its still so fucking sexy” he whispered tugging at the strap and throwing the knife else where. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled down my panties and licked in-between my folds. Going straight to sucking on my clit.

“You have such a pretty pussy Y/N” He mumbled pecking my clit and running his thumb over my folds spreading them, the rest of his hands resting on my thighs. His pink lips latched around my clit rolling it around his tongue. I arched my back off the tree grinding into his face. 

“Keep still Y/N or I’ll tie you up again” I moaned running my hands through his hair as he wiggled his tongue lapping at my juices. I felt on of his hands come up to mine griping my left moving towards my right holding them still. His lips detached from my pussy and grabbing hold of the rope. He pushed my hands behind me tying them up. He got to his feet, pushing my lips to his tasting my juices over his tongue. I let out a moan tugging on my restraints and licking over his lips. He stood away from me pulling down his trousers and licking over his lips looking me straight in the eye. He slowly tugged them off his legs and stroked over his bulge in his boxers smirking at me. I let a whine as he pulled down his boxers, slightly but teasingly, not all the way just a bit showing the top of his dick. 

“Do you want me Y/N?” He smirked. I placed one of my legs over the other, pressing them together and leant on the tree biting my lip. 

“Would you just fuck me already Vampire” I groaned rolling my eyes. He teared of his boxers strutting over to me and wrapping his hand round my neck and kissing me biting a hold of my lips. He pushed me down to my knees, luckily underneath me was Calum’s cloak so my knees weren’t going to get dirty. Calum held his dick in front of my face and swiped it against my lips. I stuck my tongue out licking over his tip and swirling it around. He pushed his dick into my mouth as I sucked on his tip and edging my mouth down, taking him all in. I bobbed my head on his dick making sure it stayed in the same place but it was hard as my hands were tied up.

“Can I fuck your mouth Y/N?” He asked taking me off his dick, I nodded looking up at him as he grinned, pushing his dick into my mouth. His hands came around the back of my head, which were now fully pushed against the tree. He thrusted into me, his balls slapping against my chin. He let out groans of my name and tugged harder on my hair. He thrusted deep down my throat as I felt tears prick at my eyes when he hit my gag reflex. I coughed around him as he pulled out. 

“You ok?” He asked wiping my eyes and pulling me up by my hair. 

“Yeah, I want your cock”

Calum smirked and undid the rope behind me, bending me against the tree and he ran his dick over my wet folds. His hips connected to my ass as his dick sunk all the way into me. I didn’t have enough time to get used to his size as he was relentlessly pounding into me. I grabbed a hold of the tree, few buts of bark falling of into my hand. Calum’ big tanned dick was rubbing against my walls the tip pulsating in my pussy. I felt some pre-cum dribble in my pussy and slide down my legs. Calum’s hand came to my hips, stroking over them as he let out small breaths. I leant back into his chest as he groaned into my ear.

“Feel good getting fucked by a vampire?” he rasped

“Feels great”

His dick slipped out of me so I reached down circling his dick around my entrance and sliding him back in, he slow grinded. Reaching one of his hands round and squeezing my breast in his hand, the other pulling on my hair. I felt his tip hit my g-spot making my pussy throb and my hands clasp his thighs leaving scratch marks down them.

Calum’s hand came down slapping onto my ass as it rippled in his hand, causing me to clench my pussy around him at the pleasure. I placed both my hands onto the tree letting out gasps as I pushed back on Calum’s dick trying to get the same rhythm as he was as I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me. I fell to the floor onto his black cloak as Calum sat down, thrusting his cock back into me making my sensitive clit flutter. He shut his eyes and pulled out his dick tugging onto is and shooting his cum on the forest floor. I looked at him and boy, did he look like a sexy god. I rested my head on his black cloak as he leant down his lips hovering over mine.

“You’re my human now Y/N” He rasped, I moaned stroking over his chest. I reached for my knife in my boot, kissing Calum one last time before I stabbed him right in the chest, this time right in his heart. He started spluttering out blood and looked at me, his eyes now fading to a dull grey colour. I tried to push him off me but he was too fast biting down on my neck realising the poison into my body. My neck started to burn as the poison travelled down my body.

I was always going to kill him, whether I be dead alongside him.


Plot twist :) 

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caspian called the kings and queens of old to help put him on the telmarine throne. but the kingdomless children had other ideas. the pevensies called on the forces of the white witch to defeat the telmarine army and the lion who had forgotten them. they were known as the rulers of the golden age, but their light turned dark. righteousness no longer followed them, only destruction. the kings and queens were no longer known as the valiant, magnificent, just, or gentle. though lucy was still brave, the deceitful suited her better. you would think lucy was the same lighthearted girl she was from thousands of years ago when you saw her dancing around. but there were no dryads there, just the dead bodies of her enemies. peter became a ruthless killer. he felt no pain for his army, nor any pity for the innocent creatures he had slain. he was dubbed the bloodthirsty, but not one dared to call the high king anything other than magnificent to his face. edmund was drawn under jadis’ charm, but this time he wasn’t afraid of her power. susan began to admire the woman who reigned over narnia for so long, and desperately wanted to learn her secrets. under the counsel of the white witch, edmund and susan were taught the art of dark magic. edmund learned, and was later known for, ripping the hearts out of his enemies and crushing them. that is when people started calling him the heartless. susan used spells, charms, her beauty, and her mind to lure men and creatures to were they would be killed. it was a deathtrap, but she seemed so honest that the men couldn’t resist. susan would be called the enchanting for ages. years had passed and there was no longer any resemblance to the four children who stumbled into a wardrobe on a rainy day. no, these were experienced warriors who reclaimed their kingdom, tamed a wild lion, and did whatever it took to stay in their beloved land. (insp)

The myth of the Huldra predates even the oldest Norse Mythology, originating in the time when mankind lived off nature, scavenging the forests, rather than agriculture and farming.

The Huldra protected the forest and all the flora and fauna within. Her home was a single large tree surrounded by smaller trees in a grove. She appeared as a beautiful young woman but this was not her true appearance. Few had seen her true image and fewer still had lived to talk of it. She would lure men into the woods with her song and depending on their character would either kill them or marry them.

She was neither good nor bad, instead she would respond to the intentions and actions of the person who encountered her. If a hunter was kind to her she would assist the hunt. To gain her favour she could be offered blood but one must be careful that she did drink them dry.

Artwork from Simon Flesser of simogo.com

Shown above is a picture of prostitute Jerry Howell, victim of serial killer Robert Berdella, who killed 6 men between 1984-1987 in Kansas City, Missouri. Howell, who was a friend of Berdella’s, was drugged, kept in his basement overnight, raped, and eventually asphyxiated. 

Berdella’s MO consisted of luring his victims to his house, where he would then get them drunk or drug them with standard sedatives or animal tranquilizers. Once they were unconscious, the killer would restrain them in his basement from anywhere from a night to several weeks and begin to torture or sodomize them, documenting it all with a camera and a “torture log.” The torture involved electrical shocks, applying bleach onto their eyes, forcing drain cleaner onto their vocal cords, and trying to gouge out their eyes “to see what would happen.” 

Berdella also claimed to inject them with antibiotics to keep them alive longer, saying he was trying to “help” them and referring to them as his “playtoys.” Once the torture was over, Berdella would asphyxiate them with a plastic bag, cut slits in their bodies, drain them of blood in a bathtub, and dismember them with kitchen knives and a chainsaw. He would then proceed to leave their body parts in garbage bags for garbage men to pick up, occasionally keeping some of them as trophies and burying them in his backyard.

Once apprehended, Berdella claimed that he never wanted his victims to die. He explained that he wanted them to be his sex slaves instead. Berdella also believed that he was a moral person who merely made a mistake, and in an attempt to prove that, set up a trust fund for the families of his victims. 

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Ate People To Impress His Girlfriend
Alexander Bychkov

Between 2009 and 2012 in Russia, Alexander Bychkov lured old men mainly alcoholics or tramps and would kill them with a hammer or knife. Bychkov who called himself “rambo”, would then dismember and dispose of the body parts in his backed or the cities dump. The liver, heart and muscles he kept to eat. 

After being arrested they found his diary in which he confessed to killing 11 people. It also stated that he only began killing after his girlfriend kicked him out and he wanted to win her back. 

In 2013, Alexander Bychkov was found to suffer from mixed personality disorder but was deemed competent to stand trial. He was found guilty of 9 murders and sentenced to life in prison

Early Life 

Born in 1988 in Russia, both Alexander Bychkov’s parents Irina and Vladmir were alcoholics. As a child Vladmir committed suicide and Alex blamed this on his mothers infidelities. Alex and his brother were forced to work on a vegetable plant from a young age where they were beaten if they didn’t come home with enough money. Alex’s brother was badly beaten after being thrown out of a car and received brain damage, meaning Alex left college to care for him.

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Dean Corll - ‘The Candyman’

Following a rough upbringing, Indiana-born Dean Corll was drafted into military service, where he first displayed signs of homosexuality. He had lived with his mother for most of his life, and when she remarried and moved to Texas, Corll took full advantage of his new stepfather’s business as a confectioner. He would hand out free “samples” of his candy to his would-be victims. Moreover, he would host parties for young men and boys, and these mostly revolved around glue and paint sniffing. It was at this time, after his cheap highs, that his sadistic streak was revealed- He was heavily into bondage, and this power play would show in his murders.

Unusually, he often targeted pairs, usually brothers, because he knew it would make them feel safer if they were together. Between the years 1970 and 1973, he killed at least 23 men and boys, their ages ranging from 13-20. It’s believed he had several accomplices, but he was the main culprit. After luring them into his van with the promise of candy or alcohol, he would then either drug them, trick them into putting handcuffs on (much like John Wayne Gacy) or grab them by force if they were small enough. He’d strip them or tie them to his home-made torture board where they were sexually assaulted, brutally tortured, (sometimes for as long as a week) before being strangled or shot.

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Why do black men think like this? White women don’t lure in abusive narcissistic black men so that black men can abuse them then eventually kill them so they (white women) can Frame him as the “aggressive black man.” Black men get away with this shit with black women, He thought he would get away with it white women. Then it all of a sudden becomes a problem to mess with white women but his abusive ways is never a problem.

— I feel these type of black men love blaming shit on everyone but them. Another example would be Bill Cosby.
Hey ladies, listen up (and boys can read too) THIS CAN SAVE LIVES

I was on facebook and I saw a post talking about certain things women should do to protect themselves. In a world where women are targeted and victims of crimes, reading this and reblogging this could save a life.

  1. Your elbow is the strongest part of your body, whenever possible use it.
  2. If someone wants your purse or wallet do not hand it to them. Throw it somewhere and run the other way. The attacker is most likely more interested in the purse/wallet than you.
  3. If you are ever thrown into a trunk kick out the back tail lights, stick your arm out, and wave like crazy. This has saved lives.
  4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars and sit there for a few minutes (making lists, doing checkbook stuff, texting, etc.) Do not do this. Your attacker would be waiting for you, and you are making yourself vulnerable. When you get into your car immediately pull out(after you put your seatbelt on obviously) lock the doors and drive away
  5. If someone is in your car and has a gun to your head do not drive where he or she wants you to go. Drive into something, whether it’s a pole or another car. like floor it. The airbag will deploy and keep you save. The attacker, if in the backseat, will be seriously injured. They will still be injured and shocked if in the passenger seat. Immediately get out and RUN FOR HELP.
  6. Before getting into your car check the floors and backseat. check the cars around your car. If there is a van parked next to your car, enter from the other side. Serial killers attack women from within their van by pulling them in when women are trying to get into their car. If there is a male sitting alone in the passenger seat of the car next to your drivers side you may want to go back inside where you came from and ask a security guard, male coworker, etc. to escort you to your car. You can never be too safe.
  7. ALWAYS take the elevator over a stairwell, stairwells are a perfect place for crimes especially at night
  8. If a predator has a gun and you are not under his control ALWAYS RUN preferably in a zig-zag pattern. The likelihood they would hit a moving target is 4/100, and even then it would probably not be a vital organ.
  9. Ted Bundy, the serial rapist and killer, raping and killing over 30 women, was very charismatic and would often walk with a limp or cane and ask women for help to his car or with his car. This is how he would kidnap them. Women are naturally quite sympathetic and caring. DO NOT HELP MEN, EVEN ONES THAT APPEAR DISABLED. 
  10. If you hear a crying baby outside your house do not go out to help it. Immediately call the police. It has been known that predators have recorded the cry of a baby to lure women outside. A women once heard a baby crying outside her house, she called the police and they said they were sending a unit to her house and not to go outside. she said the cry sounded closer to her window now, and she was afraid the baby was capable of moving, and would move into the street. Once again the dispatcher told her that they have a unit on the way and to NOT go outside, as they have received a tip that a serial killer had the sound of a baby’s cry recorded to lure women outside.
  11. If you hear all your taps outside running do not go outside to investigate. Call the police.This is a great way for attackers to lure their victim’s outside. 

I hope someone reads this and reblogs this. It could save lives.

Chapter 20: Harrison

Disclaimer: The Starkillers Cycle contains strong language and graphic content. It is not intended for readers under age 18.

Sometimes, Harrison Hahn wondered what would happen if he just drifted off into the vast emptiness of space. What would happen if he shut down Shiva’s systems, one by one, like he was flicking off the lights in a room, if he severed the intercom link with Mission, and if he  just…drifted into the inky unknown.
 
They’d notice, of course. Mission’s poster-boy vanishing into The Suck would make headlines on every jumbotron in the Axis. His uncle would be pissed—but Ali was always pissed at him, anyway. And Turner… Well, he’d already drifted away in every other sense, so Harrison supposed it wouldn’t change much.
 
The various screens and feeds in front of Harrison’s face glowed and shifted, scrolling past as Shiva analyzed the shit-storm happening on the dusty planet looming beneath the mech-suit’s feet. Even from up here, he could see the flickering explosions, like the fireflies by his family’s lake house in the Edetian Republic.
 
Long fucking way from that home. From that life.
 
“Destroyer, this is Mission.” The voice whispered through Harrison’s com-link implant. He hated that thing—hated knowing that no matter where he went, the Fed would always be able to reach him. “Do you copy, Destroyer?”
 
Harrison watched a cloud of orange and yellow bloom on the planet’s surface, then another and another. “Yeah,” he finally answered. “This is Destroyer. You boys ready for me yet?”
 
A pause on the line. The tight-asses on the mammoth battleship floating beside him hated that. Hated anything that broke from their rules, their protocol. But they put up with him because he was the only one who could go down to that planet and do what they needed.
 
The only fucking one.
 
He sometimes caught them staring at the Sanskrit tattoo scrolling around his bicep. They always flinched and quickly looked away.
 
“Prepare for planet contact,” the com-link crackled. “Take out the base—we need their gunners down. Then immobilize the rest.”
 
So shit wasn’t going well for their forces down there, then.
 
Harrison stretched out a hand from where he stood suspended inside Shiva’s massive helmet, his bodysuit wired and uplinked to the mech around him. Like they were one, Shiva’s dark metal arm—larger than a semi-truck—stretched out before him. He lowered it down to his side, then stretched the other arm, then her legs, then at last the twin blades across Shiva’s back. And finally, a quick diagnostic test on all the guns, rockets, and ammo so wickedly hidden beneath Shiva’s many metal plates of armor.
 
“All systems go, kids,” Harrison said.
 
Again, that tight-ass pause. “Descend when ready, Destroyer.”
 
“Prisoners?” Harrison asked. He always asked, and the answer was the same.
 
“Negative. Make an example of them, Destroyer.”
 
Never his name. Never Captain Hahn. Always, always Destroyer.
 
He needed a vacation, he decided there and then. A long fucking vacation, and somewhere really, really nice. Uncle Ali could arrange it. Harrison just needed to utter the words, “I’ll wind up like Turner if I don’t get some leave-time” and then Ali would rent out a whole fucking resort for him. Maybe after today, after this shit-storm, he’d do it. Maybe he’d even visit Hatha to spend some time with the Warden and Daphne—the only two people who’d care if he drifted into The Suck and never came back.
 
Harrison turned down the volume of his com-link. He couldn’t mute it completely, and the Fed could always override, but they all knew how much Destroyer liked His Fucking Silence whenever he went in for the attack.
 
The bastards all thought it was so he could focus. They had no goddamn idea that silence was the only way he could stare through Shiva’s plated glass visor while a line of explosions bloomed again on the planet.
 
Another distant colony; another rebellion. Another slaughter.
 
Stare long enough into The Suck, and The Suck stares right fucking back into you.
 
Turner was living proof of that shit.
 
Maybe that’d be his next tattoo—on his other arm this time.
 
He couldn’t decide what was worse: that the moment he unleashed Shiva the Destroyer upon this planet and reminded everyone—even those fucks on the battleship—why he was Shiva’s one and only pilot… That he’d end more lives than he could count… Or that he just didn’t fucking care.
 
He didn’t fucking care if he was wrecking rebels, or if his pretty face was blasted on the jumbotrons. He didn’t care that he could go into a bar and have any girl he wanted drop her panties. And he didn’t care that at the end of this mission, he’d have countless more deaths burned into his soul. He didn’t fucking care.
 
But that was after. Right now, it was just the silence, and Shiva.
 
It was the work of a few moments and a few trained thoughts. Then Shiva was soaring for the planet’s atmo. And she plummeted down through it, burning bright as a falling angel, Harrison looked once at the worn photo he’d taped to the inside of his deadly cocoon.
 
His parents were laughing beside the shimmering lake in their swimsuits, Turner twelve years old and already solemn-faced between them. And Harrison was grinning like a fiend in his swim-shorts, water gun pointed right at his older brother—a second before he’d fired it in his face.
 
Three days later, their parents had been dead.
 
Dead as the rebels on the approaching base were about to be. Dead as Harrison would be if he finally gave into the lure of The Suck.
 
Shiva’s advanced hacking systems picked up bits and pieces from rebel radios as she hurtled for them, and Harrison reached back, drawing her twin blades.
 
Crackle, crackle went their radios. Then, “Oh, FUCK! Mech approaching at 10:00! Gunners, bring that son of a bitch down! Now, now, now!”
 
Someone screamed back, “That’s a Destroyer! A Destroyer—
 
Harrison cut the feed. He didn’t need to hear the voices of the men he was about to kill.
 
The ground rose up to meet him, flat and sandy and worthless. The base was a complex of domed pale buildings, dead soldiers littered around it. He couldn’t tell whose side they were on.
 
He supposed it didn’t matter.
 
Shiva slammed into the earth, taking the impact like a champ, and Harrison rose from his own one-kneed crouch, the suit echoing his movements.
 
They opened fire on him, and he walked through it like it was nothing more than rain. What these colonists didn’t realize—though it was about to be their last fucking thought—was that whoever owned the mech-suits owned the Axis. No bases, no guns, and no soldiers would change that.
 
Because none of it could stop him.
 
Ten steps until he hit the base.
 
There were rebels on the roof, firing their weapons at him. Like hail on the hood of a hovercraft—that’s what the sound of their ammo on Shiva was.
 
Eight steps.
 
He glanced at the photo again—it was habit. He’d done so from the very first time he’d taken the final few steps before unleashing Shiva’s full power. Harrison stared at his brother’s face. Turner had been the better fighter. Turner had been the one who was lethal in the suit. And Harrison had always been second-string.
 
Six steps.
 
But Turner hadn’t fucking made it. Harrison had.
 
Four steps.
 
Turner had broken under the strain, and Harrison had stepped in. And he was so fucking glad that it was him with the tattoo and not Turner—that his brother didn’t puke his guts up in the middle of the night, that he didn’t have to listen to the screeching of the men he was about to kill, see the smoke of the planets he’d wrangled into submission through pure destruction. Yeah, he was really fucking glad that Turner didn’t have the tattoo.
 
Two steps.
 
Now Turner sat safely behind a desk, pushing paper while Harrison was out in the bowels of the Axis, slaughtering rebels who fought for a freedom they’d never win. How it should be.
 
Harrison reached the base, and swung Shiva’s twin swords into the building.
 
The Sanskrit scrolling around Harrison’s bicep was simple, lovely.
 
The words were not:
 
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

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This man, is Alexander Yuryevitch Pichushkin (Алекса́ндр Ю́рьевич Пичу́шкин). He was born on 9th April 1974.

This man was the terror that haunted Moscow's’ Bitsa Park. Which he used as a dumping ground for (apparently) 60 people.

As a child Alexander was struck on the forehead by falling backwards off a swing, damaging his frontal cortex. Examiners have found this to be the reason for his actions as it caused poor impulse regulation and a tendency towards aggression. 

Alexanders first murder while as a student in 1992, and admitted to his crimes in 2001. Media has speculated he was motivated to kill by competition with the ‘Rostov Ripper’ Andrei Chikatilo (Андреи Чикатило).

Alexanders choice of victims were primarily old, homeless men with nobody to worry for them, as he found them easy and ‘untraceable’ targets. As no family would come looking for them. He lured them with promise of free vodka, and drank with them. After doing so he would bludgeon them with a hammer multiple times and, with what became his signature, or trademark, pushed a vodka bottle into their gaping wound or eye socket. Sometimes he would go for younger men, children and women but this was a rarity. He claimed while murdering he felt like a god, as he decided whether they would survive or die.

Once caught, Alexander led the officers to the scenes of his crimes in Bitsa Park and demonstrated his acts with eagerness. He was filmed reenacting his acts in detail, of course a regular part of Russian criminal investigation.

Alexander admitted some of his murders were not done in his usual fashion, but were done by throwing his victims into sewers, underneath Bitsa of course. Only one victim survived this ordeal.

His last murder was committed in 2006, being Marina Moskalyova (Марина Москалёва).

His reason for murder, was to have a body for each square on a chess board. He was 4 away from completing his goal.

If Bleach characters were TV serial killers...


As requested by anon. :)


Serial killers on TV always have super fancy methods of killing people. So do some real people, I guess, but it becomes unfunny when it involves real people. So let’s say Bleach characters were serial killers on a detective show. What would be their attention-grabbing, ratings-pandering method be?


1. Bambietta: Lures men back to her room and then cuts them in half.

The “black widow who doesn’t do the marrying part” they call her.

Bambietta: …I’m pretty sure the papers could come with a cooler name if they tried.


2. Mizuiro: Lures older women back to his room and then kills them

Often after they make him dinner first. 

Mizuiro: The “Cougar Killer” they call me.

Mizuiro: So cool.


3. Riruka: Locks people in boxes until they die

The police quickly figure out that she has a type. Cute people.

Riruka: The police are warning people not to go outside wearing pink!

Riruka: Shameful!

 
4. Grimmjow: Walks up to couples and kills one in front of the other

Usually by punching them in the stomach (with a knife).

Grimmjow: The only problem with this scheme is that the police have a really good description of me, what with all of the witnesses.

Grimmjow: And there just aren’t that many guys with blue hair and a hole in their stomach.


5. Kira: Beheads people

After first forcing them to kneel. 

Kira: I just want them to repent.

Kira: And then die.

Kira: Is that too much to ask?


6. Giselle: Eats people

Because every TV show needs a cannibal killer.

Giselle: If I drink their blood, I feel good about myself.

Giselle: How is that weird?


7. Mizuho: Kills bald men

The police urge bald individuals to wear wigs when they go out, for their own safety.

Mizuho: If they loved me back, they wouldn’t have to die!


8. Yukio: Goads people into suicide

He’s one of those TV serial killers where the police are all, “All these deaths were ruled as suicides! But there’s a PATTERN!” And then in the end it turns out that the suicides were secretly murders.

Yukio: I knew I shouldn’t have targeted only rich, neglectful parents.


9. Ulquiorra: Kidnaps people and tries to find their heart

Mostly by cutting them open in fatal ways.

Ulquiorra: I guess the heart is not inside the skull after all.

Ulquiorra: At least I know.


10. Soi Fon: Keeps stabbing people in the same spot until they die

Her goal is to kill people in two stabs or less.

Soi Fon: Once I stabbed a guy twice in the lungs.

Soi Fon: It was awesome.


11. As Nodt: Scares people to death

It makes for some very dramatic crime scenes.

As Nodt: I believe that fear is what brings the world together.

As Nodt: In death.


12. Jackie: Stomps people to death with her boots

She always wear the same boots when she murders. They are very dirty.

Jackie: So dirty.

Jackie: [twitches]


13. Ikumi: Throws teenagers into her murder van

She just drives up to high school campuses and grabs high school students in broad daylight. Somehow she gets away with this.

Ikumi: The most important thing is for my son not to know what I do in my free time.

Ikumi: I want to be a good mom!


14. Szayel: Throws people into his torture maze

And then creepily watches them using hidden cameras.

Szayael: Really, people should be less horrified by the murders and more impressed by my engineering. 


15. Kyoraku: Plays games with his victims. Deadly games.

Deadly, deadly games.

Kyoraku: I don’t make the rules!

Kyoraku: Well okay I guess technically I do.