An hour later, Xenia had healed every single commoner who had appeared before her in the basilica. Over five hundred individuals had come to be healed, and she didn’t leave until seeing every one of them.
The ailments ranged from cancer, broken arms, congenital syndromes, mental illness, and more. The people hailed her as a God which she happily accepted, and word had even gotten back to her of her unofficial title amongst the people, ‘St. BloodStar the Healer’.
She smiled every time she heard the name knowing that her new empire adored her. She walked through the ornate halls of the basilica with stained glass shining colored light on her everywhere she went.
She turned the corner to her room and heard her stomach growl, “Right on time.” She walked in to her excessively large master suite to a welcomed sight, “Right where I left you. Good boy. Have you thought any more about what I said?”
Tied to a table with his hands and feet restrained by taught rope was a fully naked man. The man was a Pope Gregory zealot, and Xenia had hoped to squeeze information out of him relating to more of his group and where to find them.
She approached the table and ran her black leather glove down his body as she walked around to his head and stood over him, “This is your last chance to tell me everything you know. Otherwise, these ropes are going to get tighter and tighter on this rack until your body tears in two.”
She laughed at his frightened face and mused to herself, “I quite hope you don’t tell me anything, so I can watch you die.”
The man looked up at her and pleaded, “I don’t know anything! I swear! I swear! Please believe me!”
She put her hand up to her chin and pretended to be in thought. She then suddenly said, “I don’t believe you.”
As the man began to plead once more, Michael entered the room. He took a few slow, hesitant steps into the room as the door closed behind him, “What is going on here? I thought I was arriving for dinner with you, Xenia?”
She gave him a huge smile and skipped over to him, “Oh you are!” She took his hand and led him over to the rack that her prisoner laid upon, “I am interrogating my prisoner on the whereabouts of his friends. I don’t need zealots of the old regime meddling in my empire. Do I?”
She put her hand to his chest and looked at him expectantly with a smile. He hesitated but ultimately said, “In the Holy Light Empire, it is illegal to torture prisoners of any kind. You should not be doing this.”
She took a step back and gave him an unpleased look as she ran her tongue over her top teeth, “Don’t ever tell me what I can and can’t do Michael. I am above the law in this empire and in every empire.”
She then walked through him as she walked around the table to the other side and said, “And you are above the law too, Michael.”
She removed her knife from her boot and said, “Now come, let’s eat.” She dug the knife into the prisoner’s chest preparing to carve out her first bite; however, she was immediately interrupted by Michael who shouted, “No!”
He grabbed her hand and stopped her, “I cannot stand by and watch you do this. I have had enough of this brutal behavior.”
She bloodbent his hand away from hers and said, “I think all you need to do is get your hands dirty yourself. Then you will come around.”
She then proceeded to hand him the knife and held his body still with her bloodbending. She began to walk around to his side of the table once more saying, “Don’t even think about resisting me. I am giving you the most free reign of anyone, allowing you to freely travel to my greatest enemies with utmost trust. But if you feel the need to defy me in my daily activities… then where else will you eventually defy me?”
She walked behind him and pushed her body up against his back and wrapped her arms around him and took his hands in her own. She whispered in his ear, “Now let me guide you.”
She guided his hands with the knife to cut out a perfect square of pectoralis muscle sliding the knife ever so gently and gracefully into and around the muscle as they carved together. She then guided him to remove the piece of meat and blot it on a nearby towel.
She smiled as she bloodbent his hand to grab the small cube of meat and hold it up to his mouth as she said, “It’s just like a small piece of sashimi except human. It’s so fresh. Living meat is often times the most flavorful. Now go ahead and give it a try.”
She bloodbent Michael’s hand to his mouth forcing him to eat the small piece of raw human meat. He chewed the small piece of raw meat with disgust from both the taste and the action.
She then pat him on the back and said, “See. It’s actually quite flavorful.” She walked to the other side of the room and laid on a leather Chaise lounge chair and said, “Now cut me several more bites and feed them to me. I am starving. If you need my assistance just let me know, I will be happy to guide you through my bloodbending.”
Michael found himself in the middle of another test to push the limits of his loyalty. He grit his teeth and chose to show the depths of his loyalty as he cut into the man once more attempting to ignore his screams as he carved out another small cube of meat.
He then walked it over to Xenia and held it over her chest before moving it to her mouth. As he moved the cube over her, several small drops of blood dripped on to her leather outfit and lips before it made it to her mouth.
She chewed the meat in her mouth and moaned with pleasure, “God, how can you not enjoy such a delicacy? It’s absolutely perfect! More!”
Michael motioned to walk back to the prisoner; however, Xenia stopped him, “Oh, but first.” She pointed to the blood drops on her chest and lips, “Clean this mess up that you made. Only a savage forgets to blot the free blood.”
Michael held his tongue knowing that this entire act was one of savagery, not just the blood drops. He motioned to wipe the drops off with a napkin, but Xenia once again stopped him, “Nuh uh. With your mouth. Kiss it off of me.”
She playfully smiled up at Michael, and he obliged her. He bent down to kiss her leather outfit covering her chest, and he continued to kiss off the blood drops working his way up to her lips. He then gave her a blood-filled kiss and found himself liking it.
Xenia took notice and returned his kiss with a full, passionate kiss extending her tongue into his mouth before breaking away and saying, “See. Indulging in the pain of others and the taste of blood can be quite fun. Especially with me.”
She then shooed him away back to the table for more bites of meat.
He returned to the prisoner who looked at him with pleading eyes; however, Michael knew he had no choice in this matter. He began to carve out several cubes of meat from the prisoner’s right pectoralis major muscle as he screamed in pain.
Xenia lay in her lounge reveling in the sounds of pain and the luxury of being served by Michael. Michael returned with a small plate of several small, perfect cubes of blotted raw human sashimi for Xenia.
She leaned forward from her lounge with excitement, “What craftsmanship! You are a quick learner, Michael!”
She pointed to a cube and said, “This one.”
Michael then picked it up and fed it to her. As she took the meat from his fingers, she also enveloped his pointer finger and sucked on it before pulling away and chewing on the meat with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
Xenia proceeded to relish eating her human sashimi for the next thirty minutes until both sides of the prisoner’s chest muscles were completely carved up.
Xenia put her hands behind her head and smiled, “What a divine meal! Fit for a divine ruler truly.”
She stood up and walked around Michael and the rack table, “You know… we don’t have any of these stretching tables in my empire. This is medieval in design. And you tried to tell me you don’t torture in the Holy Light Empire… please.”
Michael looked to the stretching rack table and said, “Our history is brutal, yes.”
After walking around the table, she arrived back at Michael, “I’ve never seen one of these in action. Will you show me?”
Michael silently looked to the prisoner with an obvious mental struggle. Xenia put her hand to his face and pushed his cheek to face her directly as she said, “It’s just one prisoner. One prisoner who would see me dethroned. He means nothing. Kill him for me. Kill him for me and you can have me again. Any way you want this time.”
She began to tie the ends of the ropes to Michael’s hands and feet before walking back over to her Chaise lounge.
Before laying down, she began to unbutton her pants and inch out of them, “Come on Michael. Come over here and fuck me. Any way and anywhere you want.”
Michael took a step forward towards Xenia and felt his arms and legs pull the rope taught. The prisoner gave out a frightened squeal as his arms and legs pulled taught along with the rope connected to Michael.
Xenia fully removed her pants, and she began to unbutton her top as she continued her slow striptease saying, “Come on Michael, don’t you want me? If nothing else, come punish me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
Michael pulled hard against the ropes taking another step as he heard the stretch of human flesh behind him.
Xenia had no shirt and no pants on as she stood fully nude with just her boots on, “Come hate fuck me. Think of all the innocent men I’ve killed so painfully. You need to come teach me a lesson, Michael.”
Michael took another step forward pulling the rope ever more taught. Xenia laid down on the lounge and said, “Come on! I’m ready! I need you to hurt me!”
Michael wanted nothing more than to punish her for her foul deeds; however, he also, in the back of his mind, knew he would have to kill this prisoner to do so.
Xenia gave a sigh and said, “Fine. I guess you don’t want to teach me a lesson.” She arched her back on the lounge and said, “I’ll just kill him myself. He will be dead, and I’ll still be a bad girl who sorely needs a lesson taught to her.”
As she finished her sentence, Michael had heard enough. He finally used his full strength and pounced forward at her. As he did, the ropes pulled with a massive force against the prisoner. The sudden, sharp force of the pull tore the prisoner’s body in two at the waist as his skin frayed and his organs splayed over the table with a pool of crimson blood spilling as the prisoner’s cries went from the top of his lungs, to a measly whimper, to a deathly silence.
With the prisoner’s body torn into two, Michael was free of his binds, and he jumped atop Xenia who smiled. He wiped her smile off of her face quickly though as he wrapped his big hand around her throat and began to squeeze and choke her.
With his other hand, he pulled her hair taught and leaned in, “All of my anger. All of my rage. You will receive!”
She could hardly speak with his strong hand around her throat, but she smiled up at him and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. This was exactly what she wanted, and she was excited to feel his rage inside of her.
An hour later, Xenia had healed every single commoner who had appeared before her in the basilica. Over five hundred individuals had come to be healed, and she didn’t leave until seeing every one of them.
The ailments ranged from cancer, broken arms, congenital syndromes, mental illness, and more. The people hailed her as a God which she happily accepted, and word had even gotten back to her of her unofficial title amongst the people, ‘St. BloodStar the Healer’.
She smiled every time she heard the name knowing that her new empire adored her. She walked through the ornate halls of the basilica with stained glass shining colored light on her everywhere she went.
She turned the corner to her room and heard her stomach growl, “Right on time.” She walked in to her excessively large master suite to a welcomed sight, “Right where I left you. Good boy. Have you thought any more about what I said?”
Tied to a table with his hands and feet restrained by taught rope was a fully naked man. The man was a Pope Gregory zealot, and Xenia had hoped to squeeze information out of him relating to more of his group and where to find them.
She approached the table and ran her black leather glove down his body as she walked around to his head and stood over him, “This is your last chance to tell me everything you know. Otherwise, these ropes are going to get tighter and tighter on this rack until your body tears in two.”
She laughed at his frightened face and mused to herself, “I quite hope you don’t tell me anything, so I can watch you die.”
The man looked up at her and pleaded, “I don’t know anything! I swear! I swear! Please believe me!”
She put her hand up to her chin and pretended to be in thought. She then suddenly said, “I don’t believe you.”
As the man began to plead once more, Michael entered the room. He took a few slow, hesitant steps into the room as the door closed behind him, “What is going on here? I thought I was arriving for dinner with you, Xenia?”
She gave him a huge smile and skipped over to him, “Oh you are!” She took his hand and led him over to the rack that her prisoner laid upon, “I am interrogating my prisoner on the whereabouts of his friends. I don’t need zealots of the old regime meddling in my empire. Do I?”
She put her hand to his chest and looked at him expectantly with a smile. He hesitated but ultimately said, “In the Holy Light Empire, it is illegal to torture prisoners of any kind. You should not be doing this.”
She took a step back and gave him an unpleased look as she ran her tongue over her top teeth, “Don’t ever tell me what I can and can’t do Michael. I am above the law in this empire and in every empire.”
She then walked through him as she walked around the table to the other side and said, “And you are above the law too, Michael.”
She removed her knife from her boot and said, “Now come, let’s eat.” She dug the knife into the prisoner’s chest preparing to carve out her first bite; however, she was immediately interrupted by Michael who shouted, “No!”
He grabbed her hand and stopped her, “I cannot stand by and watch you do this. I have had enough of this brutal behavior.”
She bloodbent his hand away from hers and said, “I think all you need to do is get your hands dirty yourself. Then you will come around.”
She then proceeded to hand him the knife and held his body still with her bloodbending. She began to walk around to his side of the table once more saying, “Don’t even think about resisting me. I am giving you the most free reign of anyone, allowing you to freely travel to my greatest enemies with utmost trust. But if you feel the need to defy me in my daily activities… then where else will you eventually defy me?”
She walked behind him and pushed her body up against his back and wrapped her arms around him and took his hands in her own. She whispered in his ear, “Now let me guide you.”
She guided his hands with the knife to cut out a perfect square of pectoralis muscle sliding the knife ever so gently and gracefully into and around the muscle as they carved together. She then guided him to remove the piece of meat and blot it on a nearby towel.
She smiled as she bloodbent his hand to grab the small cube of meat and hold it up to his mouth as she said, “It’s just like a small piece of sashimi except human. It’s so fresh. Living meat is often times the most flavorful. Now go ahead and give it a try.”
She bloodbent Michael’s hand to his mouth forcing him to eat the small piece of raw human meat. He chewed the small piece of raw meat with disgust from both the taste and the action.
She then pat him on the back and said, “See. It’s actually quite flavorful.” She walked to the other side of the room and laid on a leather Chaise lounge chair and said, “Now cut me several more bites and feed them to me. I am starving. If you need my assistance just let me know, I will be happy to guide you through my bloodbending.”
Michael found himself in the middle of another test to push the limits of his loyalty. He grit his teeth and chose to show the depths of his loyalty as he cut into the man once more attempting to ignore his screams as he carved out another small cube of meat.
He then walked it over to Xenia and held it over her chest before moving it to her mouth. As he moved the cube over her, several small drops of blood dripped on to her leather outfit and lips before it made it to her mouth.
She chewed the meat in her mouth and moaned with pleasure, “God, how can you not enjoy such a delicacy? It’s absolutely perfect! More!”
Michael motioned to walk back to the prisoner; however, Xenia stopped him, “Oh, but first.” She pointed to the blood drops on her chest and lips, “Clean this mess up that you made. Only a savage forgets to blot the free blood.”
Michael held his tongue knowing that this entire act was one of savagery, not just the blood drops. He motioned to wipe the drops off with a napkin, but Xenia once again stopped him, “Nuh uh. With your mouth. Kiss it off of me.”
She playfully smiled up at Michael, and he obliged her. He bent down to kiss her leather outfit covering her chest, and he continued to kiss off the blood drops working his way up to her lips. He then gave her a blood-filled kiss and found himself liking it.
Xenia took notice and returned his kiss with a full, passionate kiss extending her tongue into his mouth before breaking away and saying, “See. Indulging in the pain of others and the taste of blood can be quite fun. Especially with me.”
She then shooed him away back to the table for more bites of meat.
He returned to the prisoner who looked at him with pleading eyes; however, Michael knew he had no choice in this matter. He began to carve out several cubes of meat from the prisoner’s right pectoralis major muscle as he screamed in pain.
Xenia lay in her lounge reveling in the sounds of pain and the luxury of being served by Michael. Michael returned with a small plate of several small, perfect cubes of blotted raw human sashimi for Xenia.
She leaned forward from her lounge with excitement, “What craftsmanship! You are a quick learner, Michael!”
She pointed to a cube and said, “This one.”
Michael then picked it up and fed it to her. As she took the meat from his fingers, she also enveloped his pointer finger and sucked on it before pulling away and chewing on the meat with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
Xenia proceeded to relish eating her human sashimi for the next thirty minutes until both sides of the prisoner’s chest muscles were completely carved up.
Xenia put her hands behind her head and smiled, “What a divine meal! Fit for a divine ruler truly.”
She stood up and walked around Michael and the rack table, “You know… we don’t have any of these stretching tables in my empire. This is medieval in design. And you tried to tell me you don’t torture in the Holy Light Empire… please.”
Michael looked to the stretching rack table and said, “Our history is brutal, yes.”
After walking around the table, she arrived back at Michael, “I’ve never seen one of these in action. Will you show me?”
Michael silently looked to the prisoner with an obvious mental struggle. Xenia put her hand to his face and pushed his cheek to face her directly as she said, “It’s just one prisoner. One prisoner who would see me dethroned. He means nothing. Kill him for me. Kill him for me and you can have me again. Any way you want this time.”
She began to tie the ends of the ropes to Michael’s hands and feet before walking back over to her Chaise lounge.
Before laying down, she began to unbutton her pants and inch out of them, “Come on Michael. Come over here and fuck me. Any way and anywhere you want.”
Michael took a step forward towards Xenia and felt his arms and legs pull the rope taught. The prisoner gave out a frightened squeal as his arms and legs pulled taught along with the rope connected to Michael.
Xenia fully removed her pants, and she began to unbutton her top as she continued her slow striptease saying, “Come on Michael, don’t you want me? If nothing else, come punish me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
Michael pulled hard against the ropes taking another step as he heard the stretch of human flesh behind him.
Xenia had no shirt and no pants on as she stood fully nude with just her boots on, “Come hate fuck me. Think of all the innocent men I’ve killed so painfully. You need to come teach me a lesson, Michael.”
Michael took another step forward pulling the rope ever more taught. Xenia laid down on the lounge and said, “Come on! I’m ready! I need you to hurt me!”
Michael wanted nothing more than to punish her for her foul deeds; however, he also, in the back of his mind, knew he would have to kill this prisoner to do so.
Xenia gave a sigh and said, “Fine. I guess you don’t want to teach me a lesson.” She arched her back on the lounge and said, “I’ll just kill him myself. He will be dead, and I’ll still be a bad girl who sorely needs a lesson taught to her.”
As she finished her sentence, Michael had heard enough. He finally used his full strength and pounced forward at her. As he did, the ropes pulled with a massive force against the prisoner. The sudden, sharp force of the pull tore the prisoner’s body in two at the waist as his skin frayed and his organs splayed over the table with a pool of crimson blood spilling as the prisoner’s cries went from the top of his lungs, to a measly whimper, to a deathly silence.
With the prisoner’s body torn into two, Michael was free of his binds, and he jumped atop Xenia who smiled. He wiped her smile off of her face quickly though as he wrapped his big hand around her throat and began to squeeze and choke her.
With his other hand, he pulled her hair taught and leaned in, “All of my anger. All of my rage. You will receive!”
She could hardly speak with his strong hand around her throat, but she smiled up at him and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. This was exactly what she wanted, and she was excited to feel his rage inside of her.
