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Hi, I'm Cori! I've been here a long time and roleplayed even longer. I can sometimes be sparse dues to being chronically ill but a majority of the time I could write till the sun comes up! I love drama, violence, and darker themes.
At the moment my writing speed is about 3 replies per day, given my partner can also do that, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
All that setup aside, I've hit a plateau in getting new partners and I'm bored, so I'm gonna try a little experiment to see if specific plots instead of plot lists grab attention more. It could just be the fact that there's always more people wanting to play subs than doms, though, but I'm not picky.
At the moment my writing speed is about 3 replies per day, given my partner can also do that, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
All that setup aside, I've hit a plateau in getting new partners and I'm bored, so I'm gonna try a little experiment to see if specific plots instead of plot lists grab attention more. It could just be the fact that there's always more people wanting to play subs than doms, though, but I'm not picky.
The dining hall rattled with clinking forks and chatter like every morning as a blinding light flooded the otherwise dark old warehouse. The makeshift walls creaked as footsteps echoed, and Ten lifted his head as someone suddenly called out “the angels are here!”
The young man’s day was instantly brightened as he joined the sea of people rushing to crowd the group. Ten in particular would push people out of the way just to see Dominick, a man he’d looked up to since childhood. Ten smiled as he got practically pushed into the man’s arms, happily snuggling into the man’s gentle touch as he was steadied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
The chuckle was smooth as chocolate, like music to his ears. “You know it’s ok, kid.” A rough slap on the back unsteadied him once more before Dominick threw an arm over his shoulders. “I’ve got a demon for you.”
The excitement instantly left Ten’s face, brows furrowing. “Another?” That was the third one this month!
“What can I say, they’ve been relentless lately. I can trust you with it, right?”
Ten sighed, his distaste evident for only a moment. “Yeah.. can I go do my prayers first?”
“Of course! I’ll get it ready while you do that.”
Ten smiled, let the rest of the group swarm and ask questions and help them drag things in while he went off to a small, candle lit room. There he kneeled, he prayed for a while, longer than usual as he put off the task ahead. He sighed as he took a little white pill from the bowl in front of him: God’s gift, delivered monthly by the angels, something to make sure they didn’t feel the torture god was inflicting on the earth right now.. and it sure helped to get through what he was about to do too.
He downed it dry, like clockwork, before getting up and wandering to the workshop. In a little room sat a metal table, stained with blood with a tray of barely sanitary tools next to it. The demon was already there, and he took a deep breath as he washed his hands and gloves off. It wasn’t human; it just looked human to trick people. He was helping all the poor outsiders so they could have a modicum of hope that they might repent and be saved instead of massacred by these imposters and damned to hell.
Standing next to the table, he took a scalpel, making a shaky cut along the torso before a muffled cry seeped out from the bag over its head. Ten jolted, heart racing as he looked over toward the head. They were never dead, he knew that - how could something without a soul ever be alive in the first place - but they were usually unconscious the whole time. Ten took a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he continued.
Just ignore it and do as usual, as he’d been taught: quick but clean cuts, heart first, then lungs, then kidneys, liver, spleen, put in freezing cold boxes. Dominick would take it away to be cleansed so the demon’s evil couldn’t seep into and taint the earth.
Ten still dry heaved as he grabbed the first organ; he’d never get used to it. He wasn’t sure when the demon quieted down, drowning out the sound with a hymn as he worked. He was quick to clean himself, desperately wanting out of the room and out of the bloodied clothes now that it was over.
Ten paused as he approached Father Silas’s study, knowing that’s where he’d find Dominick. It sounded like they were talking.. he knew he shouldn’t listen but he couldn’t help it.
“You know I’d never do anything to your kids, but Ten-“
“The one you taught to hack up sinners?” Father’s voice was spiteful, a sound he wasn’t used to hearing from him.
“‘Course. He’s turning what now, 18?”
“19.”
“Perfect! He’s become a really cute fella; I’ve got some guys I know who’d love him. Way better than staying here ‘hacking up sinners’, dontcha think?”
“Dom, we don’t see eye to eye in a lot of things, but you should know prostitu-“
“Cmon, it’s not prostituting.”
“My kids stay here, where it’s safe.”
“Hacking up people is safe?”
“Sinners.”
“Sinners, outsiders, the damned, whatever you wanna call them. The boy deserves something more, dontcha think? He’s always been chomping at the bit to do whatever for your little family; he’d love a chance to go preach or whatever. I’ll give you a big ole’ bonus for it, of course.”
Father grumbled, obviously disapproving. Before he could say more Ten stumbled through the door.
Dominick grinned. “Speak of the devil! You got it all wrapped up for me?” Ten’s mouth was dry as he nodded. “Good boy~.” The hand ruffling his hair wasn’t as comforting as it usually was. He looked over to Father, wanting him to say something more to turn down the offer, to make it feel like Dominick wasn’t suggesting what he’d sounded like he’d been suggesting. Father just looked away though, and Dominick was back to acting like the angel he knew, nothing like the man he’d heard through the door.
That night was a blur. Father must’ve agreed sometime when he wasn’t around, as Dominick pushed him out of the warehouse for the first time in his life. Everything was new. Everything was not what father had preached. There weren’t people dying in the street. No demons were coming to attack him. No fires were blazing over the mountain. It was dark, lit by a large metal box on wheels, a pole, and.. stars? They were smaller than he’d thought they’d be. They’re all Ten remembered seeing as he ran away from Dominick, his leg stinging as he heard a loud bang, the group shouting as the medicine and adrenaline eased whatever pain he should’ve been feeling.
The young man’s day was instantly brightened as he joined the sea of people rushing to crowd the group. Ten in particular would push people out of the way just to see Dominick, a man he’d looked up to since childhood. Ten smiled as he got practically pushed into the man’s arms, happily snuggling into the man’s gentle touch as he was steadied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
The chuckle was smooth as chocolate, like music to his ears. “You know it’s ok, kid.” A rough slap on the back unsteadied him once more before Dominick threw an arm over his shoulders. “I’ve got a demon for you.”
The excitement instantly left Ten’s face, brows furrowing. “Another?” That was the third one this month!
“What can I say, they’ve been relentless lately. I can trust you with it, right?”
Ten sighed, his distaste evident for only a moment. “Yeah.. can I go do my prayers first?”
“Of course! I’ll get it ready while you do that.”
Ten smiled, let the rest of the group swarm and ask questions and help them drag things in while he went off to a small, candle lit room. There he kneeled, he prayed for a while, longer than usual as he put off the task ahead. He sighed as he took a little white pill from the bowl in front of him: God’s gift, delivered monthly by the angels, something to make sure they didn’t feel the torture god was inflicting on the earth right now.. and it sure helped to get through what he was about to do too.
He downed it dry, like clockwork, before getting up and wandering to the workshop. In a little room sat a metal table, stained with blood with a tray of barely sanitary tools next to it. The demon was already there, and he took a deep breath as he washed his hands and gloves off. It wasn’t human; it just looked human to trick people. He was helping all the poor outsiders so they could have a modicum of hope that they might repent and be saved instead of massacred by these imposters and damned to hell.
Standing next to the table, he took a scalpel, making a shaky cut along the torso before a muffled cry seeped out from the bag over its head. Ten jolted, heart racing as he looked over toward the head. They were never dead, he knew that - how could something without a soul ever be alive in the first place - but they were usually unconscious the whole time. Ten took a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he continued.
Just ignore it and do as usual, as he’d been taught: quick but clean cuts, heart first, then lungs, then kidneys, liver, spleen, put in freezing cold boxes. Dominick would take it away to be cleansed so the demon’s evil couldn’t seep into and taint the earth.
Ten still dry heaved as he grabbed the first organ; he’d never get used to it. He wasn’t sure when the demon quieted down, drowning out the sound with a hymn as he worked. He was quick to clean himself, desperately wanting out of the room and out of the bloodied clothes now that it was over.
Ten paused as he approached Father Silas’s study, knowing that’s where he’d find Dominick. It sounded like they were talking.. he knew he shouldn’t listen but he couldn’t help it.
“You know I’d never do anything to your kids, but Ten-“
“The one you taught to hack up sinners?” Father’s voice was spiteful, a sound he wasn’t used to hearing from him.
“‘Course. He’s turning what now, 18?”
“19.”
“Perfect! He’s become a really cute fella; I’ve got some guys I know who’d love him. Way better than staying here ‘hacking up sinners’, dontcha think?”
“Dom, we don’t see eye to eye in a lot of things, but you should know prostitu-“
“Cmon, it’s not prostituting.”
“My kids stay here, where it’s safe.”
“Hacking up people is safe?”
“Sinners.”
“Sinners, outsiders, the damned, whatever you wanna call them. The boy deserves something more, dontcha think? He’s always been chomping at the bit to do whatever for your little family; he’d love a chance to go preach or whatever. I’ll give you a big ole’ bonus for it, of course.”
Father grumbled, obviously disapproving. Before he could say more Ten stumbled through the door.
Dominick grinned. “Speak of the devil! You got it all wrapped up for me?” Ten’s mouth was dry as he nodded. “Good boy~.” The hand ruffling his hair wasn’t as comforting as it usually was. He looked over to Father, wanting him to say something more to turn down the offer, to make it feel like Dominick wasn’t suggesting what he’d sounded like he’d been suggesting. Father just looked away though, and Dominick was back to acting like the angel he knew, nothing like the man he’d heard through the door.
That night was a blur. Father must’ve agreed sometime when he wasn’t around, as Dominick pushed him out of the warehouse for the first time in his life. Everything was new. Everything was not what father had preached. There weren’t people dying in the street. No demons were coming to attack him. No fires were blazing over the mountain. It was dark, lit by a large metal box on wheels, a pole, and.. stars? They were smaller than he’d thought they’d be. They’re all Ten remembered seeing as he ran away from Dominick, his leg stinging as he heard a loud bang, the group shouting as the medicine and adrenaline eased whatever pain he should’ve been feeling.
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