Beauty and the Beast{Rave}

[Anna Banana]

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[/size]This is one of the strangest families I've ever met, of course this isn't saying much considering I have very few families to reflect upon. My initial memories of my life were all but gown aside from the steps that led up to, and made me what I am today. The only families I remember now are my own, and the families that I've killed a member or two of from on my hunts. To be honest I felt like I belonged here with them though, I was more animal than girl now, and once upon a time it hurt me to say that to myself, but I came to realize that it was true, I was an animal and I couldn't fight it anymore than the districts could fight the Capitol, it was a losing battle right from the start.

Enough dreaming about the past though, I had a purpose behind all this, I was called to the room of one of my sisters, I don't usually bother with names, I've come to recognize my masters by their voices, each one different in how they called me. Another thing that set them apart was the décor that made up their rooms, they were each so unique and different but all very much part of the same family. I was getting ahead of myself though, another one of my horrible habits tended to be saying too much despite the fact that I couldn't talk at all. I paced around the room of Aren, wondering what it was that she had wanted from me in the first place. It's not often that I get invited into the rooms of my other siblings, it was beneath them to do it unless they had a special request from me of some nature.

Once more the matter of what the request was made little difference to me, I had to do everything they said, when they said it. Some were nicer about that than others, it was Aragorn's orders that I have to follow the rules, not that I minded in most cases, but this family was rather twisted in the ways they found entertainment. After all, what was more twisted then keeping a human girl as a pet, I didn't mind, but still, I was there pet and they treated me as such. I stand in front of her mirror and look at the reflection of a girl who was more animal than anything, her hair messy and a wild look in her eyes. Her clothes are the darkest "leather" or rather skin, dyed skin sewn together from scraps that were given to her. A few tattoos adorn her skin in odd places, little treasures inked onto her by her siblings.

She was an animal...I am an animal. Quickly I looked away, unable to continue looking at the animal that I have become, the animal I had been reduced to. The saddest part was it was the life that I had chosen and aside from these few moments of pain I was happy with that life. I got rewarded for good behavior and punished for bad, it was like with any pet, just that I was a human girl. Oh well, I was happy with my lot, and I wouldn't change what I had for anything in the world, I was doing what I liked best, and that was killing things. So what if my family dominated me and used me sometimes, it was all part of the price to be paid for living a life like mine.

As I woke up from my daydreaming I heard the sound of footsteps, footsteps that could only be my sisters. I dove to the floor and sat down by her bed, an obedient little dog. Brushing one hand through my hair and leaned back against the bed waiting to here why I had been summoned here by Aren.

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"Open wide."
"You fucking bitch! Get away from me, don't touch me!"
"You aren't getting any food if you keep up the attitude, now. open. up."
"Just shut up, you stupid bitch."

Well, I warned him. Popping the mask back around his mouth with an echoing smack flowing throughout the hallow basement. I watch him squirm on the table he's strapped onto, mostly because I just pulled out the thickest cleaver in our entire house and held it up to his pretty little face. But he's only been on that surface for what, two days? No need to be rude. He squirms a little more as I grasp his left arm tight with my hand, pathetic really, so I dig my nails deep into a skin. He isn't even my game to be playing, but what's a little harm in having fun?

It's almost a shame he's gonna die, since I already latched him in here and he can't leave now, we all now he'll just run the streets like a maniac telling everybody about the refuge basement he was trapped in. I hate it when the attractive ones have to be killed, because only men go to jail, dogs get put down. But damn, was he attractive, soft black hair, forming beard, tan, it almost makes me feel sorry for him that somebody blessed by the gene fairies will probably be made into a pair of dye ones.

"You know, I saw what you did. Actually I've been seeing it for days, normally this is just for sport. Some people play board games, some do athletics, I prefer watching scum squirm like filthy worms while I watch their skin burn from their bones. Lucky for you, I'm not your doctor today." Oh but how I wished I was.

Oh, but how polite would it be to let Aragorn have all the fun, without me have a taste at all? Too bad for him I guess, this patient is just too cute to go without getting a little teaser at all. I force his left arm further, as if stretching it from the seams, while inserting the tip of this trusty cleaver into his delicate cheek, just far enough to watch the panic settle in his eyes and to draw blood towards the surface. Faster this time I swing the cleaver into the air and down upon his wrist, splashing blood over the table, his left-stub side and the front side of my black overalls.

After carefully bandaging the spoils, but leaving him to dry out, I stuff the fist into a paper bag and stare him in the eyes. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" Accompanied only by the remains of the smirk on my face, I march out of the basement proudly, blood seeping through the clotted corners of the dingy bag. "Olivia, my room, now!" I don't have to be polite to her right now, considering I'm the room bringing her desert and she's our pet.

The clacking of the soles of these boots echo through the halls, but I don't hear it much since I'm too busy thinking about how I'm gonna get this damn blood off my overalls. Once I enter the room, I find Olivia sitting obediently on the other side by my bed, petting her own hair like any dog would dream. "Guess what? Before giving her time to answer, even if she could, I luge the bag at her lap. "I brought you a treat.

[Anna Banana]

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[/size]To say that surprise lit up my features when Aren walked into the room would be an understatement, her overalls were covered in blood and she held a bag in her hand that she tossed at me. It falls in my lap and I can smell the fresh blood seeming to come out of the bag at every angle, clogging my senses. I could feel the shape of it in my lap, the small bits of articulation that told me it was a hand in the bag. My mouth watered and I almost tore into the bag right then and there, but I knew I had to have her permission to do that, I had to have her permission like I did from anyone else in the family. Lucky for me it didn't take long for me to receive the permission I needed, as Aren soon told me that it was a treat for me. Before the words were even out of her mouth I tore open the bag and grabbed the hand, chewing on it like the animal I was.

I couldn't decide what had prompted this small act of kindness from Aren though, out of all the people that lived in this house, aside from Aragorn, she seemed to hate me the most. Who was I to complain though, it was nice to receive a treat every now and again, even if Aragorn would probably tear Aren's hide off if he found out. This would have to be kept a secret, just between the two of us if I wanted to get more treats from her, I would have to protect her and make sure that I stayed on her good side. Purring softly I chewed on the hand a little bit more before letting it drop into the bag again, letting the back close around that intoxicating scent. I place the bag carefully on the floor and walk over to her, pausing briefly to unclip my mask from my mouth, and begin rubbing my face against her thigh in gratitude. It was an odd feeling to give her any sign of affection, I wasn't used to feeling thankful to anyone in particular.

Of course she deserved to know I appreciated her gesture, I just couldn't help but feel like there was something else she wanted from me though. A kind gesture was rare like this from my family, and even more rare was someone doing it purely out of the kindness of their hearts...who was I kidding, we didn't have hearts. Never the less I continued to rub my face against her thigh, nuzzling against her, sort of enjoying the warmth coming off her body...or was it the smell of blood coming off her clothes, either way I was enjoying myself right now. Finally pulling away from her, I sat down on the floor beside her and waited expectantly for her to ruffle my hair. A stupid expectation, but it was something I wanted from her, just one small sign of affection from someone in the family would make things better. Bumping my head against her leg I looked up at her, a question obviously in my eyes as I watched her.

The silence was suffocating as I watched her and she remained mostly motionless, and I'm used to silence, it shouldn't be a problem for me considering I'm a mute, and yet her not saying anything was more terrible then saying something. Bumping my head against her leg again I sat down, trying to look as obedient as possible and did my best to leave that animalistic light out of my eyes, a pity that was something easier said than done. It was worth a try though...gods...what a life I had, so much was expected of me, and yet nothing was expected of me at the same time, what could a girl pet do that would make her masters happy.

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Seeing Olivia, aka the man dog, using a human hand as a chew toy was somewhat cute, in a ghastly sort of fashion. Usually she keeps the mask firm on her face since she doesn't have to be bothered with her voice being muffled, so giving her a slight sign of eyebrow movement to motion her to begin playing her treat was more of an experiment of curiosity than an actual desert. To be expected however, her teeth did exist, were not perfect, but still somewhat clean, but that was probably from trying to lick certain unmentionables around the house. The new found smell of blood seemed to soak more into the room than the actual substance into my floor, which is why we need a butler (note to self: talk to Aragorn about servant; hopefully, avox or the likes). One thing about mute creatures, specifically humans, is that they seem to be keen listeners, it's probably because they don't have a way of responding, but still. Perhaps I should detongue my next lover, or maybe that guy in the basement. Somehow I keep losing track of how he isn't actually my patient to be dissecting, but Aragorn gets enough playtime as it is. I managed to mangle that behemoth into the straps, so I should be allowed to sever his hands if I want to or not. Well, I mean, I wouldn't actually tell him that because he would probably skin me and give it to Serpentine. After looking back to Olivia, I noticed her rubbing against my leg like the cats in comics that I bring to Summer sometimes. The area of my thigh she dealt her hair against felt nearly naked after she moved away, yet I wasn't sure if I was confused due to her moving away as if she wanted something or the matter of it was comfortable. Soon, after staring me down, she returned to the state of nuzzling my leg, in the same manner of a normal household pet would. In the average situation, the owner would pet the animal, so attempting to do such couldn't harm much. Fitting the persona in sorts, her hair was as soft as the hairs off a normal cat, or at least what all I knew of the ones that weren't abandoned on the streets. Do normal owners allow their pets only a hand for a snack, or do they feed them the entire rat? Before attempting to reach a decision of what to do with one-hand man down under, I looked back down at Olivia. Did she even like wearing a muzzle and being treated as a domesticated beast? With this family, it was as fitting as a pet could be, but do normal owners also allow their pet to eat other people? I'm going off on a limb and saying they, in fact, do feed their leftovers to whatever house animal that belongs to them, so technically she was free to the man. Besides, I don't make her attack people, she does that on her own freewill. My hand balls a fist of hair located in the back section of her scalp, in a somewhat forceful playful manner, which seems to be this family's motto. Once crouching to eye level with her, I smirk the normal grin that I usually play with before either saying something that sounds like a quote from a prison cell or stabbing somebody that belongs in one. "There's more of that in the basement for you, if you want." Because, after all, what was better to pick up your leftovers than a demoralized cannibalistic domesticated lady?