((Closed for: DomShark, LimitlessNikkie, & MarrissaSeraphofInsanity. Readers Welcome!))<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fwOVfhM3if0/SZms8phAxvI/AAAAAAAAA54/Ta9gmjQ_7ts/DominikGigler_04lrg.jpg)</div>"Please! Let me out of here! I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me any more!" The young, nubile blond screamed from inside the small, wrought iron cage. "Let me out of her you fucking psycho!"<br/><br/>Dante suddenly went rigid, his muscles growing tense and the veins in his neck standing out as he grit his teeth together. He hated that word, always had, yet it had followed him like a bad omen, or a curse. He didn't want to be what they'd always said he was, but he couldn't help it. Not anymore at least. He couldn't go back to small animals and plastic dolls, not with so many lovely meat toys at his ready disposal. Maybe it was him that was fighting in vain all along, maybe it was inevitable and all those others, his father, the children, this woman had seen The Darkness in him all along. Even before he knew it was there, before It learned that It could take him over when it wanted.<br/><br/>Charging abruptly at the cage, grabbing the girl's long blond hair as he crashed against her cage. His sudden movement riled the animals, the tiger and the elephant. The tiger woke the lion and soon even the horses joined in the chorus of wild protest to their prolonged capture and slow subsequent starvation.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Shut up!"</em></strong>Dante rasped, his voice harsh and devoid of any feeling besides rage. It was unlike his normal voice, but often it was the only voice that girls like this one heard, though it was unclear wether he was shouting at her or the animals.<strong><em>"Soon, your suffering will be at an end. But not until I've had my fun, pretty kitty. Show the lion how the lamb will shudder."</em></strong><br/><br/>While The Darkness threatened their mutual captive, It also lured Dante's tongue from his mouth to glide slowly up the girl's tear streaked face, tasting the salt and the dirt from her own captivity. The train car had once been part of a traveling circus, but when unmaintained tracks derailed the various cars, years ago, the owners had abandoned the entire enterprise along with the animals who'd survived the crash.<br/><br/>The tracks no longer ran through this area, but the cars had been Dante's personal playground since he was a child. The animals kept alive by his secretive efforts. No one remembered the crash, so long ago. Few even recalled the old rails that could no longer support trains. It was an ideal place for one such as Dante to toy with his victims before he made them disappear into the stomachs of his only friends.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Do not be too hasty, pretty kitty. You'll meet your end soon enough."</em></strong><br/><br/>Another scream rose up from the girl as Dante hastily swung open her cage door and dragged her out, kicking and screaming. He had to slap her a few times before she calmed enough that he could penetrate her, but he didn't mind the red that crept into her face. She reminded him of a blushing bride. Blushing, screaming, fighting and soon to be dead. If Dante had a "type", that would be it.<br/><hr/>The bitch was still sobbing, long after Dante locked her back into her cage. He filled her bowl with cold, canned beans and refilled one bucket before emptying the other. Humans made such needy pets. Though she made no effort to go for the food, Dante didn't give it much thought. She'd be dead before she had a chance to starve either way, so he didn't give it much thought.<br/><br/>With The Darkness sated and resting, Dante was left alone with the truth of what he'd done, and he couldn't look the girl in her eyes. He felt sick with himself and resentful of her for inspiring such a powerful response from his inner evil. It was time for her to die. Dante wasn't a rapist, it wasn't his fault! But she'd never understand that. So she had to die.<br/><br/>Dante put the finishing touches on the crude mechanism he'd designed, lifting one crooked cage door to allow the large male lion into the main cage. The Girl's cage was linked to the main cage too, and the lion was already making his way to the door that led into her smaller cage. She was screaming again, which made Dante's head feel like it was splitting open, and the lion was taking exception to her screams as well, roaring a challenge back at her.<br/><br/>A loud click rose over both sounds, Dante flipping open his survival knife that never left his side. He stabbed the short blade into a burlap sack that dangled from the door of the overturned rail car by a rope. Sand began to pour from the sack into a large basket, hinged to the Girl's door. As the basket filled up, the door would open. All tolled, it ought to take about three days, but the lion seemed quite motivated, so it might be less.<br/><br/>Dante cast one last look over his shoulder before climbing the ladder out of the overgrown, abandoned rail car. This was how he wanted to remember her. Blushing, screaming, fighting and soon to die. If only they could all be like her.