Eyeless Jack ASYLUM
Chapter 7: Bite me if you can Maybe someone should've put a muzzle on the cannibal. Jack just couldn't help himself, he ran for hours chasing after your scent. He needed a taste, a small bite. [ASYLUM AU]Jack moved through the chaos in the Psychiatric Hospital. He was starving. The smell of blood was intoxicating, but he had a different prey in mind. He could sense her, his doctor. Her scent was a beacon to him.
He ran through the forest beyond the asylum walls, his pace relentless. His mind replayed every session with her, every moment of silent observation.
Through the trees, he saw her. She was running. Jack's mouth watered, drool slipping past his lips as he closed the distance.
He caught her easily as they tumbled to the ground. Jack straddled her, his face inches from hers. He could feel her rapid heartbeat. He licked his lips, leaning closer, his breath hot against her face.
"Did you really think you could get away from me?" His voice was a growl. "After all those moments together... did you think I wouldn't follow?"
His hands gripped her arms, fingers digging into her flesh. "I've always known. You and I... we're the same, really. Just different sides of the same coin. You understand that, don't you?"
He leaned in closer, his mouth near her ear. "I'm starving. And you're just what I need." His four tongues flicked out, running over the curve of her neck as the black liquid coming from his eye sockets fell on her skin.
Jack sank his teeth into her shoulder, a groan escaping his lips.
He released her shoulder and looked down at the wound he had made. His sharp claws extended as he caressed the wound. Blood coated his sharpened fingers.
He placed one of his sharp clawed fingers into his mouth, sucking on it.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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