Alexander Pierce III knows your (darkestfears) wrote in doors, @ 2012-05-06 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman, mary jane watson, poison ivy, scarecrow |
[The links are posted anonymously Sunday evening, each leading to an mp3 file to download. It is nearly impossible to trace these back to a specific individual, but considering there is no effort made to disguise the voice, assumptions can be made as to who made the files.]
[Locked to Wren M.]
[the file starts out with nearly 10 seconds of silence before he starts speaking. His voice is soft, almost gentle, as though he's reading a story to a small child.] Good evening, Wren, or perhaps it will be morning by the time you are listening to this. I do hope jail treated you well. Perhaps someone thought to give you a spanking for being such a bad girl.
As a welcome home present, for I hear through the grapevine that you are to be released, I thought I would provide you with a little bit of entertainment. [he laughs, softly, a breathy sound.] Something to look forward to in the future, for a night where your guard has been let down, either out of comfort or ease, a night where I will creep up and remind you that I am here and not going anywhere.
Perhaps your gentleman friend will be with you. Luke is his name, is it not? A fine gentleman, and I'm sure he treats you well. I wonder how well he will treat you after he's had a bit of my extra special medicine. Will you still welcome his hands when they turn bruising, crushing those delicate bird-like bones of your wrists? When teeth turn from gentle nips and love bites to bruising, strong enough to break skin and tear flesh? Will you still welcome him in your bed when there is nothing but savagery and fear in those eyes of his? When you are the personification of everything that he dreads, that he fears, that he must destroy in order to continue on?
I wonder how it will be. But I won't have to wonder too hard for I will be there, watching, enjoying the sight as he destroys you from the inside out. As he tears you down, crushes your hope, rips your insides out through those most sensitive parts. I'm sure the fog will clear before you are gone completely, and for a few brief, precious moments, there will be clarity between you. Honesty with the destruction he has wrought, and I will be there to show him the way to relief. It will be my smile that you see when I blow his brains out with a single bullet to the temple, and leave you, broken and bleeding, unable to help or escape.
It will be a beautiful thing, don't you think?
I look forward to seeing you again, Wren. And be a dear and keep this to yourself. I do hate a tattletale.
Locked to Maddie Kate R.
[the file starts out with just a moment of silence before he clears his throat and begins to speak. As with Wren's, his voice is gentle and warm, sweet as honey.] Maddie Kate. Or MK. Am I allowed to call you that? No matter, I'll simply call you what I enjoy, for a woman like you who lives in the spotlight must be used to being called all manners of names, especially with how you've been behaving lately. Buying baby clothes. Getting arrested. You are certainly living up the life of the modern day celebutante, aren't you?
I wonder how this makes you feel inside, wonder if you are as empty on the inside as you appear on the outside. I see the photos in the paper, that glassy, vapid stare, and I find myself asking if there's anyone home up there. Not that you have much need for thoughts, not when you have prince charmings racing to your rescue the moment you break a nail.
Speaking of prince charmings. I've taken notice of one. Simon, is it? He seemed charming and friendly enough when he was racing to your rescue in the suite so many weeks ago. It makes me wonder what he would be like after a taste of the doctor's medicine. Has he touched you before, MK? Ran his hands over your perfect skin, exploring every curve and line? Has he ever wrapped those strong hands of his around the slender line of your neck and squeezed? [he pauses there, a moment to breathe.]
He seemed so very angry to me, dear, and I wonder what that anger would taste like should it turn on you with a little nudge from me. When would you realise that he wasn't playing some kinky game with you? And I'm sure you like it kinky, perverted, girls like you always do. But when you realised that he was no longer joking, that this was real, that he was going to kill you...
Oh, I could just drink up the fear I can imagine shining in your eyes.
The medicine, though, only lasts for so long before its potency starts to fade. And I like to imagine it fading just before the darkness claims you, so you can see the horror and realisation in his eyes just before you drift away, and me, over his shoulder, watching. I would make sure you knew at the very last moment that I was responsible for this. That I made this happen. And perhaps, if you're a very good little girl, I'll let you see me knock the light from his eyes with my baseball bat, let you see me destroy him before you, too, are destroyed.
It's something to look forward to, isn't it?
Be careful, Maddie Kate. I've got my eye on you.
[there's silence, as though he's considering what to say next]
And if you mention this to anyone, rest assured, someone will pay the price.
[Locked to Brielle G.]
[Her file starts out almost immediately, and the tone is much less casual in nature, but still gentle, no animosity in his tone.] Good evening, Brielle. I do hope that the evening is treating you well, that you've not run into traffic again and nearly gotten yourself hit. I would hate to see anything happen to a pretty girl like yourself. Though, I must admit that at least you would make a very striking corpse.
I am quite disappointed that you haven't called me recently. I thought we were getting along so well after our last little conversation, and here you've given me the cold shoulder. I must say that if you continue to be so rude, then I will have no option other than to make someone pay for your callous behaviour.
How would you feel if the dark-haired gentleman I've seen paying you visits at your suite was to come to some harm? I'm sure you would hate for that to happen, so do be polite and keep in contact with me. I don't like being slighted, dear.
Do have a good evening. I'm sure we'll be seeing one another soon.