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| The Spiders Web; Tirion Intro | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 4. July 2008, 10:05 (93 Views) | |
| Tirion | Friday, 4. July 2008, 10:05 Post #1 |
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The penthouse suite had been paid for innumerable years, with money buying all sorts of luxuries beyond facilities. Loyalty yielded rewards, with the residence suspicious activities being overlooked. Though as of late, since the original guest had taken a leave of absence, things had only got stranger. Miss Reids generosity was the only reason her cousin wasn’t thrown out of the building...or even investigated by the police. With her gone, he seemed to have slowly slipped into disturbed activities for sick pleasure. But tonight was more unnerving. The piano from the room hadn’t stopped, in particular renditions of Beethoven’s Moonlight Senata. Sometimes slow, sometimes at an aggressive rate. Eventually, the complaints had stacked to a dangerous level, leaving management with no choice but to deal with the problem before people started leaving. Thankfully, the manager for the evening didn’t have to go himself. He could send one of his peons. The fresh faced youngster was unfortunate enough to pull the short straw, though he was without fear. He had never come face to face with Tirion Reid. He had to admit the music unnerved him. As soon as he stepped off the elevator he could hear the piano playing gently, but as the complaints said, of Beethoven’s masterpiece. He listened closely for any other sounds coming from the room, but he couldn’t hear anything. It was unusual really, because several hours earlier in the day a woman had asked for his room key. They were like most that came to his room; well dressed and groomed, and a different one every time. Most of the time they weren’t French, but there seemed to be a pattern. Either red headed or Asian. As he had paused outside of the room, it had only occurred to him now that he shrugged off the whereabouts of the woman that the piano had stopped. His knuckles rapped the door only once, before it was jerked open suddenly and there stood the man himself. He was dressed in plain black; though his shirt was hung open revealing extremely pale flesh with had a large scar conflicting with it. He was leaning rather lazily in the doorway, squeezed into the gap that he seemed reluctant to further expand. He swept the hair from his fringe that covered his eyes, revealing the thing that scared the young man the most. His eyes were unnatural yes, but there was something in them. They weren’t fierce or manic or cold; they just scared him. “Well hello there...” the man looked at him from head to toe, his teeth digging into his bottom lip with a small shake of the head. “...young man.” his southern accented voice made him shiver a little; it seemed to be full of ill intent. The hotel employee’s eyes were watering as his gaze returned. He was determined not to look away, and still he already wanted to get the hell away from him. He was unable to speak, gripped with his unnatural presence. The warning was short-lived, but he was at least stopping him playing the piano just being there. “Oh please where are my manners...don’t suppose you’d care to come in?” That was enough to scare him into giving the warning. “N-no thank you Mr. Reid. I’m afraid there have been a number of complaints about the noise from your room.” He cleared his throat, a thick, phlegmy grunt trying to stop his throat closing up. He tried to sound determined and with authority, but he wasn’t sure how well it had worked due to the teeth licking smile of the red haired devil. “Oh I am so terribly sorry, didn’t mean to cause any commotion. Will you please extend my most sincere apologies to the other guests? Didn’t mean to wake them. I feel...terrible.” his voice seemed to be sarcastic and overdramatic, as he kept eying him up. But still, he said he would keep the noise down. That was good enough for him. “That’s quite alright Mr. Reid...goodnight.” he quickly mumbled, franticly turning on the spot and swiftly walking to the elevator. He subtly tried hammering the button for the lift, but kept his eyes fixed on the floor, his body hunched and shivering. He hadn’t heard the door behind him shut, and knew all too well that he was being watched. He could feel beads of sweet start to form on his forehead, and as he wiped them away with his sleeve, he heard a soft chuckle from behind. Mercifully, the doors opened and he squeezed into the first available gap, keeping his gaze low as he hit the button for his floor, as well as the door close button. He gave a glance through the closing doors to see the man still watching him grinning. “Goodnight pretty!” he yelled and laughed at the expression of the young employee. Tirion closed the door gently, turning his back to the door with a smile painted on his face. He was feared by the hotel staff, and it was quite frankly hilarious. The expensive suite before him was rather spacious but a rich sort of plain. It boasted all the luxuries of a modern day home, but also antiques and classical pieces of arts of all sorts covering the walls. The pale marble look was something he liked about the room, as well as the large window that gave him a view of the city in all its glory. He continued through the room, running his hands across the antique piano, towards the bedroom. It was much like the rest of the room in theme, but the king-sized bed was not as neat or well kept as the rest of the room, but this was due to the evenings use. He proceeded to built in wardrobe, to his vast collection of fine assorted clothing. However, he opened it to reveal the prostitute he had ordered earlier in the night, bound, gagged and stuffed into the corner of the small unit. She started to squirm until he held her firm by pressing down on her chest. “Shush now girl.” He whispered to her, sweeping the hair that had stuck to her eyes with the tears she wept. “I’m afraid the music is causing a bit of a...disturbance. Now we don’t want anyone to interrupt our private time do we?” He pulled a knife out that made her push herself further into the wardrobe to escape whatever he had planned. He delicately took the gag and brought the knife close to it, his face dead serious as he spoke. “Do not scream, or I will cut your throat out.” She was still terrified when he took the gag off but, believing his threat, stayed true to her nod he had given. He helped her to her feet, cutting the bounds on her hands and feet too, and carried her across the room to stand in front of his bed. She could barely stand from shaking, but as he took her firmly in an embrace. “Shush shush its going to be alright.” She cried into his shoulder, muttering for him not to kill her. He could only smile softly as if sympathetically, before he pushed her onto his bed, mounted her quickly and jammed the knife into her mouth. She struggled but couldn’t scream with the blade keeping her mouth stuck open, but still the metal cut into her tongue and caused her blood loss. Her struggling resulted in a jagged cut across the entire tongue and severed half of it, resulting in muffled screams and pleads. “Don’t worry girl.” He said grinning savagely over her as her eyes were insanely wide with fear. “I aint gonna kill you.” |
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