She was not delicate, this stand alone fact he was made perfectly aware of by the way her mouth curled into a sneer of confidence. His own lips curved in the opposing direction at the sight, a grimace to the effect of showing his disgust toward her volatile amusement. CONFIDENCE and STRONG WILL were not traits he considered suitable for a woman. As he relapsed in the thought, his subconscious wish to relay the repugnance of her foul mouth was betrayed at the furnished return of his venomous grin. She was not a woman, no. She did not such a title. She was a whore, and an intellectually deficient one at that.
“Who knows?” He gave a distracted murmur, caressing the length of his weapon delicately with his fingertips before issuing another blow to her abdomen. Minimal strain made an appearance in his tone as he pursued the action. “If I fail my experiment, I may just have to do something else to you. In that case, would that not be your ‘next time’?” Flawed logic addressed the predator fondly, nearly reminiscent to the greeting of an old friend. Adachi could feel her repulsion against his touch; contempt toward his self-obligated duties remained high.
Blunt object hissing before impact, the collision of his weapon and the bottom most portion of her rib cage gave a resonance fine enough to take pleasure in. Oh, a crack. A frown creased his brow as the bitch spoke once more; a minuscule groan passing through parted lips like an escaped convict. Truly, he wished she’d stop talkikng. Not that he lacked the skill set of a conversationalist, but rather the irritation grew as each syllable rang through his ears, providing the undying will to just kill her and simply save the experiment for another stupid girl.
“Offended?” He’d offer a light chuckle. “You’ve got it all wrong. This is just to pass the time; settle a little curiosity. If you wouldn’t go squealing to the authorities afterward, I’d probably even let you go once I’ve finished!” Running a hand over his victim’s cheek, he smirked as it lowered to pinch the fabric of her shirt, lifting it to inspect each point of contact his weapon made. Dark lesions could be taken note of across her stomach as a tell tale sign that several underlying blood vessels were ruptured. A thumb traced the outer lines of the contusions as he relished in momentary victory.
Allowing her shirt to drop and lay as it did originally, he replied to her jest in a distilled tone. “Actually, if you’re comparing those two reasons particularly, the result of those kidnappings are more often than not both.” He sneered, advancing on his victim so she could receive a low toned whisper. “A lot of the time the fucking comes AFTER the killing! Ahaha! Disgusting, isn’t it?” Features veiled in mirth as he pulled away, Adachi let the base of his weapon rest against her forehead as he applied the pressure.
“Regardless, I’m finished entertaining an idle conversation with a shitty bitch. I am awfully impatient, after all.” Bobbing it forward before swinging his object skyward, he gave another fierce WHACK! to her abdomen and inhaled the thrill at the sound of her pain.
