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CAIN
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MY LITTLE MISS BEGOTTEN // YOU'RE QUITE A STUBBORN BUD // IF WE CANT MAKE YOU OPEN // WE WILL TAKE IT OUT IN BLOOD
TThe most important thing to note about Cain is that she was unquestionably unequivocally 100% straight vanilla human. Oh, she had seen some weird s**t to be sure. She had peeked under the coffin lid, and seen the monsters that lurk in the shadows. It was easier for children to see past the Masquerade. They dont have as many societal filters yet, those little screens in our brains that weed out the weird and unexplained, and tack on neat and tidy little reasonings to make sure the uncomfortable reality is a bit easier to swallow. No one ever believed her, of course, but that didnt mean she didnt know the monsters under her bed were actually real.
Unfortunately, this knowledge did absolutely diddly-s**t for her in terms of real world aplication. The child jumped, startled as Rod lunged for her, her nerves tense and scrawny muscle taught with unease as she took a few shuffling steps backwards. There was nothing about her face that was apologetic for her words - nothing that even indicated she knew an apology might be due. Rather, her expression settled into something stubborn and purposefully unapologetic, just to spite him.
The childs square jaw jutted out, looking even more blocky with the mulish expression now scrawled across its face. The broken nose seemed a little more crooked as she huffed during Rod's outburst,, clearly unimpressed as she took a drag off the grubby cigarette clamped tightly between her lips. She opened her mouth to say something back - and juding by her mulish expression, it was likely to be something peppered with colorful swearwords as she told the bouncer just what she thought of HIM in return - but a large, ham sized plam connected with her thin chest, and sent her sprawling backwards before she could speak.
"HEY! THE ******** IS YOUR PROBLEM, COCKSUCKER?!" the child roared as she fell backwards, scrabbling for something to catch her balance on and failing miserably, landing hard on her a** as she glared up at Rod. She might as well have been glaring up at a mountain. She turned an unflattering shade of pink, her shame burning a brand across her face all the way to the tips of her ears, making the freckles and the dirt stand out even more. Grey eyes snapped with the fury of a small, wounded pride and the child seethed as she tried to pick herself back up off the floor. She wasnt a fool - there was nothing in her posture that promised a return attack. She knew what she was, and what she was, was...well, small. She could cut his throat in his sleep maybe, or piss in his beer when he wasnt looking, but an outright physical confrontation? Cain had a touchy pride, but she was not suicidal. She would have been forced to let the incident go with only a few scathing swear words if only Rod had been finished with her.
Quicker than he had any right to be, that meaty hand shot out again and grabbed her by her ankle, easily wrapping around the whole of her leg as he hoisted her into the air. Cain flailed wildly, giving a surprised holler as the ground fell away from her, upside down and skewed as she swung up and then over an enormous mouth. An impossible mouth, filled with impossible teeth, each on razor sharp and serrated with a row of like-minded brothers behind it, prepared to filet her alive and slice thin child-flesh into tasty ribbons of meat before he swollowed her, likely in one easy bite. Instead of blanching in fear, the child snarled her indignation, her fury going beyond the pink flush of bruised pride and into white lipped raged
"PUT ME DOWN YOU PICK ******** SON OF A WHORE!" the girl demanded, her voice a roar as the long stripe of hair in the center of her head dangled perilously close to those sharp teeth. Her heart raced with her impending death, making each detail of that maw stand out with the kind of perfect clarity that brands itself behind your eyes forever. Cain gave no thought to the fact that she could die - the young never do- but she gave several long and unplasant thoughts as to how much those teeth would hurt if they touched her. Small lips pursed and spit the glowing ember of her cigarette, along with a sizable wad of her own saliva, directly at the bouncers face, hoping beyond hope that she caught him in the eye.
She probably didnt, as her ability to process her surroundings was compromised rather a lot by the fact that she was still dangling upside down and swinging wildly with her flailing. She wasnt even sure what was happening when the world started to move again, she only knew that she was moving away from those skin ripping teeth, and for that she was grateful...for all of about 7 seconds, which is precicely how long it took for her to realize she was being spread across his knee.
"WHAT THE FU-" she started to roar again, but her swearing was cut short by her own teeth rattling in her head as the first blow struck across the seat of her pants, the impact shaking all the way up her spine to vibrate in her skull. Cain howled, a sound that was more embarrassed rage than pain as she squirmed in her prison.
This was an entierly new development for her.
Thats not to say she'd never had a spanking or even a beating before. ITs just that they didnt usually happen in relatively well populated bars, right out in public like this. The shame of how easily he manhandled her, how he treated her like such a child, the indignity of being spread across his lap a** up for the world to see...that was FAR worse than the stinging pain his palm delivered. Grey eyes prickled, wet for a moment with impotent fury as she squirmed and flailed...and was finally able to reach the top of her own boot for one brief second. Her fingers were quick and they found the handle of the switchblade she kept there, pulling it out fast and in a single gesture twisting so she could slash it awkwardly at Rods chest.
"LEMME GO YOU ********' PERV! COCKSUCKING LITTLE WANKER, GET OFFA ME, WHAT THE ******** IS YOUR PROBLEM IT AINT MY FAULT YOU SO UGLY! LEGGO SHITHEAD, LEMME GO!" The child roared and squirmed, stabbing wildly, her frustration and fury making her as difficult to manage as a wildcat as she did her best to scramble backwards and out of his lap. She was not surprised by the response of the building. It was her experience that no one EVER came to help. The best you could hope for was that they would pretend not to see. The worst...was their laughter, and her fragile pride bruised a little more as she heard chuckling throughout the room under her yelling.
"LEMMO GO YOU SICKO! WHAT, YOU SO UGLY YOU CANT EVEN BUY A WHORE, SO YOU GOTTA GET YOUR ROCKS OFF SPANKIN KIDS INSTEAD?"
Cain twisted and slashed again, this time trying to get Rods groin under her knife, and she used any distraction the blade might have caused as aid to squirm her way off his lap and onto the floor where she could scramble away towards the relative safety of the bar.
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∞ Location: Inside∞ With: Rod∞ Status: s**t, son
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((Whew. Sorry for any typoes or issues with coding - typing from my phone is hard. >.e
I should have normal internet here Monday or Tuesday, and then i'll be back online for realsies. Sorry for the delay))