Post by Logan Blades on May 29, 2019 14:00:57 GMT -5
A colorful bird flew into Lilith's sight and perched atop the edge of the well, giving her a side eye. It straddled the edge, looking down at her and squawking now and then. The parrot introduced herself to Logan's captive.
Boom-Boom: Hello. BOOM-BOOM.
The bird fluttered her neck feathers.
Boom-Boom: That's my name. Hello.
Lilith weakly lifted up her head to look at the colorful bird, she had no idea if she was dreaming, if she was really seeing a talking parrot, or, even worse, she’d finally lost her last grasp on reality and was hallucinating cute little talking animals. She was starving, literally dying of thirst and looked absolutely dreadful. Even when she lived out of dumpsters she looked better than she currently did. Lilith tried to talk and found her voice was extremely weak, this too made her feel like crying.
Lilith: P-please… send… help.
Boom-Boom: You a bad boudle.
The parrot squeaked.
Boom-Boom: Bad. Bad. Bad.
Another presence appeared over top the well, the Face of Treachery.
Logan: She's not so bad, Mother. Maybe a bit slow. Who else would be dying of thirst while they are trapped in a fuckin' well?!
The pair threw their heads back and let out a playful crackle. Boom-Boom bobbed her head between laughs, like she was head banging at a rock concert. Lilith just weakly looked up at the two of them, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did so.
Lilith: SHUT... UP! You can’t drink this stuff down here you stupid boudle! Look it’s all contaminated and yucky,.. my Sarah taught me that!
Lilith grabbed a handful of brown dirt water and threw it straight at Logan, splashing him in his face. Logan sighed, picking up a bottle of fresh water off the floor, and pouring it over his face to wash himself.
Lilith: If you think she hasn’t noticed I’m missing you’re more stupid than you look! You think she hasn’t noticed that I’m not there?! That I’m not training for my match?! She’ll have noticed! AND she’s coming for me! She’s going to make you pay—-
Boom-Boom: SHUT UP!
He finished washing his face with the fresh bottled water.
Logan: Sarah? The weird red headed curtain jerker opening Massacre? Yeah I'm not too worried about that. Speaking of the show you were actually booked this week despite being well, tied up and all... would you like to know who you’re facing?
The lovely parrot brought a claw to her mouth, cracking open a sunflower seed and spitting the empty shell down at Lilith, who slumped down onto the floor, her strength finally leaving her legs.
Lilith: Why would I care? Are you even going to let me out of here so I can have said match?! Let me guess… no, you won’t, because you know if you did I’d either do the world a favor and kill you or—-
Boom-Boom: SHUT UP! BOUDLE!
Logan: Thank you, Mother.
The parrot squawks with acceptance.
Logan: A match with Mike Best for the OCW championship.
Boom-Boom's eyes lit up.
Boom-Boom: Ohhhh.
Logan: I deserve that match. Not you! Are you finally beginning to understand why you are down there now? I'm going to fill in for your vacant spot.
He proudly smirked as Lilith, for some strange reason, let out a loud uncontrollable laugh. She knew it was a bad idea to do this in her current position but she figured at this point she didn’t really have anything to lose.
Lilith: You… fight Mike Best?! You’re kidding, right?! You’re the worthless fucking idiot who lost our match the other week against him! That’s why I’m down here isn’t it?! You can’t stand the fact that I’m so much better than you! So instead of making yourself better you’d rather just kill your OBVIOUS superior! What you going to do next, huh?! Throw Mike Best down a well as well because you fucking SUCK compared to him too?! You’re only Mistah Big and Tough when people can’t fight back, huh?! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
Lilith tried to push herself up off the floor but in her current weakened state she just fell back down again, splashing into a puddle, and passed out on the cold wet floor.
Logan: My God, Mother, she actually fainted from all the bullshit coming out of her mouth.
HOURS LATER
A live worm squirming on a hook dangled by Lilith's mouth. Logan sat above on the edge of the well, fishing rod in his hand.
Logan: Hungry? I would assume so. You have been down here for ten days now.
He lied through his teeth as usual.
Logan: Mother and I were surprised you were even still breathing. Anyway, speaking of surprises, guess who won that title match you didn't show up for?
He swings a replicate OCW World Championship belt over his shoulder that appears genuine enough to pass off for the real deal.
Logan: And most importantly guess who showed up and celebrated in the ring with me? I'll give you a few hints. She has red hair, is great in bed, and is currently engaged to the OCW champion.
He grinned, a brand new ring shining off his finger.
Logan: Are you listening?
The worm bounced off her cheek. Lilith didn’t move. She just laid still, flat on her back with a look on her face which immediately told Logan that she wasn’t paying attention, perhaps she wasn’t even capable anymore. Lilith slowly opened her mouth and appeared to grin a bit as she slowly, and extremely weakly lifted her arms up into the air as if to cuddle something above her, that was not there.
Lilith: I—- I thought—-
Lilith mumbled the rest of her sentence as her head and arms fell back down onto the floor.
Logan: I thought… I thought..
He began to mock her.
Logan: That Sarah-Bear loved meee.
His following laugh bounced off the walls of the well and into her ears.
Logan: I'll make you a deal. You eat that worm, I'll reel you in, and we call it a day. You can go back to living in dumpsters while Sarah and I live naked in beds. Does that work?
Lilith didn’t respond. She just continued to lie flat on her back, her eyelids flickering a bit as if she was dreaming.
Lilith: I’m sorry Teddy… Woah Sarah looks…
Lilith's eyes suddenly shot open as she looked straight at Logan who was still peering above her.
Lilith: I’ll take the roast beef!
Lilith left her eyes open, blankly looking up into nothingness and began to make a noise that sounded like she was snoring with her eyes open.
Logan: …
He blinked. Quite a few times actually.
Logan: That's how you go out? Jibbering about roast beef? Holy shit, woman. You really are losing your shit down there aren't you. Tell you what…
He slid a tongue out over his grin to wet his lips.
Logan: Show me a little tit and I'll get you some sweet tasty roast beef. Because I have been looking at Sarah's fine ass pale titties all day bouncing on this OCW champion dick and I'm ready for a little variety.
Lilith let out the weakest dry cough, ever, as she tried her hardest to focus on the man who was still so cruelly teasing her whilst she was in such a terrible condition.
Lilith: W-water…
She scrunched up her face slightly as she tried her hardest to move, but to no avail.
Logan: What's wrong with the water you slung in my face a week ago. Oh. That shits good enough to throw in my face but not good enough for you to drink.
He shook the grin off his face and reached for the lid to close over the well. He began to bring it down, darkness filling the hole. The door stopped short, giving her enough to see maybe one last glimpse of his face.
Logan: Come on, titty girl. Where's the tit for tat? What else do you have to lose here, you sure you want me to close this lid?
Once again Lilith began to cry, this time barely any tears managing to find their way out of her extremely dehydrated looking eyes.
Lilith: Sarah… she will…
Logan: I knew you were a little dead in the head, but boudle fuckin' sakes have you not listened to a single word this entire time? Sarah ain't going to be doing shit, sweetie. Matter of fact after I close this lid I'm going to go collect my fiance and we're going to have ourselves a good fuckin' time on top of this well if you catch my drift. Hope you make it long enough to enjoy the delicious sounds your ex-wife makes for me.
He slammed down the wooden latch onto the well, covering the tunnel of light, and putting her in total blackness.
Boom-Boom: Hello. BOOM-BOOM.
The bird fluttered her neck feathers.
Boom-Boom: That's my name. Hello.
Lilith weakly lifted up her head to look at the colorful bird, she had no idea if she was dreaming, if she was really seeing a talking parrot, or, even worse, she’d finally lost her last grasp on reality and was hallucinating cute little talking animals. She was starving, literally dying of thirst and looked absolutely dreadful. Even when she lived out of dumpsters she looked better than she currently did. Lilith tried to talk and found her voice was extremely weak, this too made her feel like crying.
Lilith: P-please… send… help.
Boom-Boom: You a bad boudle.
The parrot squeaked.
Boom-Boom: Bad. Bad. Bad.
Another presence appeared over top the well, the Face of Treachery.
Logan: She's not so bad, Mother. Maybe a bit slow. Who else would be dying of thirst while they are trapped in a fuckin' well?!
The pair threw their heads back and let out a playful crackle. Boom-Boom bobbed her head between laughs, like she was head banging at a rock concert. Lilith just weakly looked up at the two of them, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did so.
Lilith: SHUT... UP! You can’t drink this stuff down here you stupid boudle! Look it’s all contaminated and yucky,.. my Sarah taught me that!
Lilith grabbed a handful of brown dirt water and threw it straight at Logan, splashing him in his face. Logan sighed, picking up a bottle of fresh water off the floor, and pouring it over his face to wash himself.
Lilith: If you think she hasn’t noticed I’m missing you’re more stupid than you look! You think she hasn’t noticed that I’m not there?! That I’m not training for my match?! She’ll have noticed! AND she’s coming for me! She’s going to make you pay—-
Boom-Boom: SHUT UP!
He finished washing his face with the fresh bottled water.
Logan: Sarah? The weird red headed curtain jerker opening Massacre? Yeah I'm not too worried about that. Speaking of the show you were actually booked this week despite being well, tied up and all... would you like to know who you’re facing?
The lovely parrot brought a claw to her mouth, cracking open a sunflower seed and spitting the empty shell down at Lilith, who slumped down onto the floor, her strength finally leaving her legs.
Lilith: Why would I care? Are you even going to let me out of here so I can have said match?! Let me guess… no, you won’t, because you know if you did I’d either do the world a favor and kill you or—-
Boom-Boom: SHUT UP! BOUDLE!
Logan: Thank you, Mother.
The parrot squawks with acceptance.
Logan: A match with Mike Best for the OCW championship.
Boom-Boom's eyes lit up.
Boom-Boom: Ohhhh.
Logan: I deserve that match. Not you! Are you finally beginning to understand why you are down there now? I'm going to fill in for your vacant spot.
He proudly smirked as Lilith, for some strange reason, let out a loud uncontrollable laugh. She knew it was a bad idea to do this in her current position but she figured at this point she didn’t really have anything to lose.
Lilith: You… fight Mike Best?! You’re kidding, right?! You’re the worthless fucking idiot who lost our match the other week against him! That’s why I’m down here isn’t it?! You can’t stand the fact that I’m so much better than you! So instead of making yourself better you’d rather just kill your OBVIOUS superior! What you going to do next, huh?! Throw Mike Best down a well as well because you fucking SUCK compared to him too?! You’re only Mistah Big and Tough when people can’t fight back, huh?! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
Lilith tried to push herself up off the floor but in her current weakened state she just fell back down again, splashing into a puddle, and passed out on the cold wet floor.
Logan: My God, Mother, she actually fainted from all the bullshit coming out of her mouth.
HOURS LATER
A live worm squirming on a hook dangled by Lilith's mouth. Logan sat above on the edge of the well, fishing rod in his hand.
Logan: Hungry? I would assume so. You have been down here for ten days now.
He lied through his teeth as usual.
Logan: Mother and I were surprised you were even still breathing. Anyway, speaking of surprises, guess who won that title match you didn't show up for?
He swings a replicate OCW World Championship belt over his shoulder that appears genuine enough to pass off for the real deal.
Logan: And most importantly guess who showed up and celebrated in the ring with me? I'll give you a few hints. She has red hair, is great in bed, and is currently engaged to the OCW champion.
He grinned, a brand new ring shining off his finger.
Logan: Are you listening?
The worm bounced off her cheek. Lilith didn’t move. She just laid still, flat on her back with a look on her face which immediately told Logan that she wasn’t paying attention, perhaps she wasn’t even capable anymore. Lilith slowly opened her mouth and appeared to grin a bit as she slowly, and extremely weakly lifted her arms up into the air as if to cuddle something above her, that was not there.
Lilith: I—- I thought—-
Lilith mumbled the rest of her sentence as her head and arms fell back down onto the floor.
Logan: I thought… I thought..
He began to mock her.
Logan: That Sarah-Bear loved meee.
His following laugh bounced off the walls of the well and into her ears.
Logan: I'll make you a deal. You eat that worm, I'll reel you in, and we call it a day. You can go back to living in dumpsters while Sarah and I live naked in beds. Does that work?
Lilith didn’t respond. She just continued to lie flat on her back, her eyelids flickering a bit as if she was dreaming.
Lilith: I’m sorry Teddy… Woah Sarah looks…
Lilith's eyes suddenly shot open as she looked straight at Logan who was still peering above her.
Lilith: I’ll take the roast beef!
Lilith left her eyes open, blankly looking up into nothingness and began to make a noise that sounded like she was snoring with her eyes open.
Logan: …
He blinked. Quite a few times actually.
Logan: That's how you go out? Jibbering about roast beef? Holy shit, woman. You really are losing your shit down there aren't you. Tell you what…
He slid a tongue out over his grin to wet his lips.
Logan: Show me a little tit and I'll get you some sweet tasty roast beef. Because I have been looking at Sarah's fine ass pale titties all day bouncing on this OCW champion dick and I'm ready for a little variety.
Lilith let out the weakest dry cough, ever, as she tried her hardest to focus on the man who was still so cruelly teasing her whilst she was in such a terrible condition.
Lilith: W-water…
She scrunched up her face slightly as she tried her hardest to move, but to no avail.
Logan: What's wrong with the water you slung in my face a week ago. Oh. That shits good enough to throw in my face but not good enough for you to drink.
He shook the grin off his face and reached for the lid to close over the well. He began to bring it down, darkness filling the hole. The door stopped short, giving her enough to see maybe one last glimpse of his face.
Logan: Come on, titty girl. Where's the tit for tat? What else do you have to lose here, you sure you want me to close this lid?
Once again Lilith began to cry, this time barely any tears managing to find their way out of her extremely dehydrated looking eyes.
Lilith: Sarah… she will…
Logan: I knew you were a little dead in the head, but boudle fuckin' sakes have you not listened to a single word this entire time? Sarah ain't going to be doing shit, sweetie. Matter of fact after I close this lid I'm going to go collect my fiance and we're going to have ourselves a good fuckin' time on top of this well if you catch my drift. Hope you make it long enough to enjoy the delicious sounds your ex-wife makes for me.
He slammed down the wooden latch onto the well, covering the tunnel of light, and putting her in total blackness.
