Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 80

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As Michael was returning through the forest with the female Bretonian on his back he was regretting he hadn't spent more time playing with the dead officers. He enjoyed taking souvenirs from his victims, and his Sabre's interior was, as he says, decorated with spoils of war.

"Mmmm this Bretonian woman smells good. I will enjoy you every little bit you whore." - He spoke to her as he felt she was waking up on his back. Blood continued to drip from her cut off hand.

"Ahmm, ahhhh......****ing hurts...You sick ****! Where are you taking me!? Let me go you son of a bitch!" - The woman yelled at Michael, her face was deformed with pain, and anger. She tried to cover her hand that was losing blood at a fast rate, but with no success.

"Calm down woman, or I'll have to calm you down. And that hand, you won't bleed to death. ****, even if you do you'll still be good for me. I just need some time alone with a few of your female parts! Hah!" - Michael answered to her cries of pain with no guilt, clearly a state of a deranged mind.

"Just a few more minutes, and we'll be home. You'll be in hell, but I'll be at home."

"You sick bastard! I hope you rot in hell you ****!" - The woman screamed with hatred as she tried to free herself from Michael's grip. But the body armor's grip was to strong. She swung her legs around, kicking Michael, which made him even more mad. He threw her on the ground just outside the ship, she hit the ground so hard that she nearly fell unconscious by hitting her head on the rock.

"Now you'll be still you cray woman." - He said as he grabbed her hand and roughly dragged her into the ship. A blood trail was left behind her as he threw her in the middle of the ship and closed the doors behind them.

She was laying still, and could barely move, her body was exhausted and nearly dead because of the blood she lost. Michael slowly took off the helmet, and for the first time seeing this woman with his own eyes, "You are not that ugly Bretonian. I'll enjoy this." - He said and continued to take off the armor. She was to exhausted to answer him.

As he placed the body armor in its chamber and put on his robe, he approached the woman, and kneeled next to her. She was turning her head left and right, trying to forgive for a second where she was. Michael started to take off her uniform, and her vest. Glancing his eyes on her chest, and hunger grew in his eyes. But not hunger for blood, but hunger for a women's body. And it was at his disposal, unable to fight back. She tried hitting him, but her weak arm only excited him more.

"Mmmmm you smell good woman, this I will enjoy. And so will you!" - Michael spoke to her while smelling her neck, and whispering to her ear.

"Ahhh..Rghh..**** you!" - She answered him and spit in his face.

"Not smart bitch! Hah!" - He took her hangs and tied them up behind her head, "You are all mine little one. Lets have some fun!" - Michael said as he undressed her completely, and taking off his clothes, "Oh, no need to leave evidence about this!"

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