A Game of Cat and Mouse
It was daytime when Mia ran across the busy street. She jumped on the roof of a small house and then on another taller one to look around. Salk's manor wasn't that far, and she recognized it right away. She rushed towards it, Valsheen barely able to follow her until she stopped near the park adjacent to the manor.
Valsheen caught up to her, out of breath. "Damn you're fast," he said. "There... I'll sit here and wait for you." He chuckled. "You're glowing Mia."
Mia grinned briefly and then took off. The thought of doing whatever she wanted to Salks was bliss and she loved Valsheen for allowing her such freedom. She hurried to the manor, jumped over the perimeter wall and peeked through the cracks of a window shutters.
The manor was still empty; after all, it was roughly two days since she left the manor with Aven. She pushed the lock up with her telekinesis and jumped inside before sniffing the air. His scent led her right to him.
Salks was sitting at the dining table, with a document in hand. She read part of the document in his mind as he read it, but it was nothing more than a deed to sell his manor.
She turned invisible, climbed the table from its end and walked slowly towards him. The scent of Valsheen's semen was still very strong and her bikini soaking from it.
Salks wiggled his nose and took a few sniffs.
'What is that smell,'
he thought, looking around yet unable to see her.
Mia flicked her wrist and shoved him against the wall brutally. "Not fast enough," she said, flicking one finger towards him.
Salks rotated against the wall at the speed her finger span. She stepped down from the table and closed the gap between them before standing straight on her two legs. She rarely walked straight, preferring to crawl on all four and perch herself whenever she could, preferably at the feet of her Mistress.
She held him upside down, his face leveled with hers for a moment. He was weeping, but few sounds came out of his mouth as she held it shut with her power.
"You are a pathetic human being," she said to him without her usual accent.
She focused her power into a cutting tool again, not unlike the way she carved into his skull to heal him a few days earlier, and began cutting his cheek, from his nose to his ears on both sides at the same time.
Salks chuffed and growled low as she peeled his skin off one layer at a time before she healed him just enough to stop the bleeding. His face red from all the blood accumulating in his head when she finally flipped him around.
She ripped his cloth off and gave his legs the same fate she had given his face. He groaned and cried while his body quaked through every long incision. She healed him just enough to keep him alive and conscious through the process.
Salks had foam coming out of his mouth by the time she was done with his legs. She moved to his arms. His heart was racing, and it was getting harder and harder to keep him conscious, but she enjoyed every moment of it.
"It's time for you to die," she said, slowly digging into his chest with her claws.
She'd have hoped to spend more time torturing him, hell, she'd have wanted to keep him alive for months, so she could torture him every day, but her current predicament with the Tablet wouldn't make this possible. She'd have to find solace in killing him this once, after merely an hour of torture.
After piercing through his ribs, pushing them aside with her power as her claws slowly dug deeper into his flesh, she felt his heart pounding at the tip of her claws. She burrowed her fingers deeper on each side and she was about to crush his heart slowly to rip it out, just as slowly, when she was suddenly yanked upwards and away from him.
"No!" She screamed as the searing pain invaded her system, crippling her almost instantly.
She struggled to crawl back towards Salks, feeling her body peeling from within as if a bunch of rats were eating her from the inside. Her head hurt so much she lost all focus over her powers and the harder she tried to use them, the harsher the pain was. The effect wasn't as sudden as the last time she died because the Tablet was brought out of range, but it was agonizing. She slammed her claws on the floor to try and pull herself closer to Salks, determined to end his life, struggling against in invisible force that tried to pull her away.
She was almost there, less than an arm's length away when everything went black.
*
"Don't do anything to anyone outside the arena, don't leave the battleground, don't display anything supernatural about you or your powers, fight fiercely, and give them a good show," Salks said as the demon materialized before him.
"As you wish Master," Shadyss said, bowing slightly before grabbing the outfit that was already at her feet.
It was two simple band of clothing she wore as loincloth to cover, only to a minimum, her human body, and a dented glaive for weapon.
"Now get in that arena, do that circle thing, and win," Salks said after she had geared up.
She hurried through the gate, entering the huge arena through a series of cartwheels and backflips.
"Shadys! - The! - Beast!" The announcer yelled over the frenzy of a thunderous crowd, cheering and banging on the floor in chorus at her arrival as they started chanting her name to a loud drum beat.
She played along to
give them a good show
and started jumping, kicking the air, and swinging her sword all the while performing a few more flips before reaching the center of the huge oval arena. She swept the ground to trace a circle with her foot and then traced a second one with her sword, two meters around the first. This was her signature move once every few battles to let the crowd know she intended to kill everyone by staying within the boundaries of her outer circle while trying to stay within the smallest one for as long as possible.
Salks had loved the idea the first time as her move created a huge wave of bets around the time she'd stay within the small circle and whether or not she'd make it through without exiting the larger one; she didn't manage to stay in every time, after all, she had to pull her attacks and give a good show.
Salks had made her fight twice per week for the past year or so, she had lost track of it after so many fights, and she had yet to lose. She couldn't say she hated it; the fame, the crowd cheering her name and the sex after some of her greatest victory, where he fed her the survivors or sometimes even others Salks wanted to get rid of, her new life wasn't this bad, but she had yet to find a way to kill Salks.
His orders were always well formulated to prevent her from doing anything that would hurt him, except it had that one flaw she'd been trying to exploit for a long time. It was a matter of time before one of the gladiators would accept her offer,
'and now is the day,'
she thought, hopeful.
The opposite gate opened, and twenty gladiators rushed towards her.
"Come on," Shadyss said with a scoff. "Seriously? Only twenty men?"
The gladiators formed a circle around hers, entering a staring contest as she invaded their minds without their knowledge. Simple minded humanoids had no way to know when someone was reading their minds until she'd speak to them directly in it, but she had to be very careful about talking to them - a gladiator almost told on her once and she had to jump out of her circle to kill him before he'd tell the crowd.
'I have to find the right one,'
she thought. "Help me instead of fighting me and I will free you," she said, baiting them to think about what she sought.
The usual gladiator had nothing to live for. They had either lost everything before being forced into slavery and combat, or they were bread into it. Very few still had something to live for, but she knew she'd find one eventually.
All gladiators but one thought about ways to kill her, ignoring her suggestion, but that one gladiator to her left thought about his wife and daughter.
