Posted at 8:08 am on Feb 5, 2017 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
Alternatives like spankings? I'm in!
Stepping over the puddles of silicone, blood, and crab juice, Red led the way back to the hair salon's entrance. On his way out, he pulled the chain to turn off the blue and red neon 'OPEN' sign in the window.
"Right... can we go now?" Charon asked once they were outside again. "I think you've had enough of a makeover for one day, Princess Red."
"Oh honey, you can never have enough of THIS!" Red said, snapping his fingers before grabbing Charon's hand and leading her to the next brightly lit and also full of Staphanie McMahons business. "Oooh, a shoe sale! Let's go!"
He started to head inside, still dragging her behind him. He was halfway through the door when she managed to grab the door frame with her free hand, stopping him. "Right... wait a damn minute! I know you've just been through a... traumatic loss. But you've got to get your head on straight!"
He stopped trying to enter the shoe store and looked at her, thinking over her words. "Okay, I guess you're right. Priorities, right?"
"Right!" She breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she seemed to have his attention.
"Well, I've already got shoes, but I don't have a purse!" Spinning around, he pulled her further down the sidewalk. "I know a fabulous little store nearby where I can get one!"
"Nommy nommy nom noms, nommy nommy nom noms," Seer sang endlessly to himself as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom.
The Monster Beef was indeed hidden in the pile of clothes the filthy old man grabbed. It remembered Seer well, having almost been attacked by him multiple times while still attached to its master.
As soon as the clothes were set down, the Beef cautiously peeked out from underneath Seer's red fishnet stockings. He was facing away, pissing in his hands, enough of a distraction for the Beef to escape.
Slithering out of the clothes, it shot a string of pre-cum at the ceiling to silently lower itself to the ground. Breaking the strand, it slithered for the door across the heavily stained, tan carpet.
The Beef was almost to the door when it heard a gasp, causing it to freeze in place, playing dead.
"How did you get loose?!" Seer walked over to the Beef and picked it up with both hand, holding it near his face and squinting. "Hmm, you're not one of mine. But you are now!"
Walking over to a dresser, he opened a drawer filled with a variety of cum-crusted, shit-streaked sex toys. The Beef was forced to break its stillness, expanding again to grab the top of the dresser and the front of the drawer, refusing to go in. It quickly realized this was a huge mistake when Seer gasped again.
"Oooh, you're a special toy!" Seer raised the Beef back to his face, now noticing the oozing pre-cum. "Just wait until I introduce you to my nom noms!"
The Beef had no intention of sticking around that long and proceeded to spray pre-cum into Seer's eyes like a skunk. This temporarily blinded the old man and he dropped the Beef to the floor. When he had his eyes rubbed clear, licking at the pre-cum now on his pissy hands, he saw the Beef trying to figure out how to open the door and stalked towards it.
"Stand back!" Deadblood said to Angel as she looked around for Cadmus in the cabin. "This little bastard's dangerous and I don't want you getting hurt! Red will kill me if I let that happen!"
Angel ignored him and said, "Come out, Cadmus! We won't hurt you, I promise!" She eyed DB and his shotgun as those words left her mouth, hoping it wasn't loaded, though knowing him, it probably was.
They were unable to see Cadmus due to his height and the kitchen counter, but they knew where he was as the refrigerator door looked like it was opening by itself.
"HEY, get the fuck out of there!" DB ran around to the other side of the counter, shotgun aimed downward for Cadmus' head. He wasn't there. Looking up slightly, DB saw that Cadmus was now at the other end of the counter, devouring a plate of tender pork ribs. "NO! Stop that! STOP!"
He aimed the shotgun again. Before he could fire, Cadmus whipped the plateful of now stripped clean bones at his head. Instinctively, he raised his arms to prevent the plate from hitting his face, the plate and the bones bouncing off of his forearms and landing on the floor, the white, glass plate shattering.
The kid was strong, even if he wasn't aware of his own strength, that much was for sure. And in Deadblood's mind, that only made him more of a threat.
He'd expected the kid to run off to tear up more of the cabin. Cadmus hadn't budged however, looking up at DB with the sticky, brown sauce of the ribs all over his face and hands. "Are you happy now, shithead? I outta rub your face in that broken glass before throwing you out of here!"
Still looking up at DB, Cadmus let out a belch. That was enough to send him over the edge and he brought the barrel of the shotgun just a couple inches away from his head, ready to make his small skull explode into thousands of gory fragments.
