two of a kind. [wisply / kaijuart]

[Wisply]

Things had been .. quiet. There hadn't been an attack in months, and suspicion gripped her for quite a while. Of course, being someone on the run in itself was difficult, but it seemed as though, for the moment, the bounty hunters had stopped visiting to make her grab her things and run. She waited for weeks, waited for something to happen, but nothing did.

Now, here she was, working a steady job, living in some shitty little studio apartment -- but it was a place she could call home, at least. For the time being, things were normal. She was living like an actual human being, and it continued for weeks onward. Sometimes, she captured moments like this, moments where she could just exist in peace. But, eventually, like all good things, it would be ruined by some kidnapper coming after her ass. She allowed herself to feel normal, for the moment; it was rare to get these periods of time, but they were gifts when they came along.

It was night time. The streets were quiet, empty, save for the occasional car that drove down the backstreets she walked beside. She'd missed her bus home, so it was walking and taking maybe twenty minutes, or waiting for the bus to come by again in near to an hour. Though she hated risking being so exposed, she would have rather walked home than wait at a bus stop for too long a time for comfort. Her travel bag hung off of her shoulder, and her hands were stuffed into the pockets of sweatpants. Her work clothes had been swiftly changed when the store closed up; her shifts always ended around midnight, and she was usually the closing employee. Dark eyes flickered around her, looking for anybody that might look suspicious. Even during downtime, there was no reason to not be on the lookout for strange things.

The moon was out, high in the center of the sky. Moonlight reached her past the homes that she crossed by. It was soft and comforting in the shadows of such a dreary place. She continued a brisk stride, wanting desperately to get home.

[kaijuart]

All he received was a letter from a contractor who was out of town. It was odd for the assassin, he usually received most of his jobs through a phone call or in a meeting with the contractor, this was his first job he received from someone in a different state. Described in the letter was a contract offering him a million dollars if he found a woman. There was no photo, only information including address and a brief description. The catch was that they wanted her alive.Without wanting to lose his credibility, Bruce accepted the job, even though the whole operation was suspicious. Then again, it was his job, it was the only way he could ensure himself a safe and happy life.

Idly, he walked down the main street of the city. Being thirty-feet tall, it was rather difficult for him to be incognito while on the hunt. At least the cover of night allowed him to hide from the citizens inside the buildings. People in their cars saw him, all of them swerving to avoid his massive feet crashing into the road below. Stopping in front of a rather large hotel suite, the giant looked up and thought for a moment. That thought didn’t last long as he dug his claws into the concrete skyscraper, first hands and then feet. Rubble fell as the massive man made his way up to the top, shaking the entire building every time his claws and feet made a new hole. Guests were recording footage of the event, one of them even managed to get a decent look at the giants face through the window before their room was completely destroyed.

Bruce made it to the top, a perfect vantage point. He knew this city back to front, each street he could recite. Once he spotted the address that was written in the letter, he put himself in position. Suddenly he pounced off the building, landing on the street where his target might be located with a thunderous crash. Dust kicked up from his feet as the road cracked apart from the sudden impact.

[Wisply]

It happened so suddenly. She heard something above, and looked up just in time to have the absolute shit scared out of her. Something huge came crashing down onto the road; it was so massive, it cracked the asphalt and shook the ground. She jolted back, leaping high enough to make her slip when she came back down. She fell over onto her hands, and without skipping a beat, she scrambled back up and whipped around to look. It was .. a man. Except, a man with claws, and big teeth. And eyes that shook your soul. She only realized this when their eyes locked.

I fucking knew it.

She stumbled, but gained her footing and ran in a dead sprint from him. She abandoned her belongings, ridding herself of that extra weight, and ran as fast as she possibly could. She scanned wildly around, looking for anything to leap over, anything to separate them. She knew this wasn't normal, and she let her guard down anyways. And now, they were serious; they sent a beast after her, something she's never dealt with. Something powerful. Someone really wanted her, and she had a feeling she knew who.

[kaijuart]

Once the dust settled, his glowing hazel eyes spotted something in the darkness, a human woman who looked directly at him. Luckily he remembered the letter quite clearly, despite the rather vivid description that was given, it did take Bruce a second to figure out that he had actually locked eyes with his target.

A smirk formed on his lips when the girl started to run, in his eyes, the chase was often the fun part. “Come on luv… why do ya have to be difficult?” His thick Australian accent echoed down the street. Shaking his head with a chuckle, the looming giant started to walk towards her, the road quaking with each step. The walk slowly turned into a light jog. Bruce used his forearm like a bat, flinging cars off the street and onto the sidewalk, a couple of the vehicles were thrown into windows of local businesses that were stationed along the street.

A monstrous roar escaped the giants mouth, one specificity designed to strike fear into the hearts of anyone that heard it. It sounded like something from a monster movie, beast like yet unnatural.

Despite the amount of fun he's having, Bruce needed to get in and out before the authorities showed up.

Luckily for him, it was a rather quiet side street, but the wreckage he created on the main road triggered a response from the local police. Bruce could handle police, it was the big guns that he really worried about. Sirens could be heard in the distance, most likely speeding towards the hotel that was partially destroyed just five minutes ago.

[Wisply]

"Come on, luv .. " His voice was a coo, shrouded in a thick accent. " .. why do ya' have to be difficult?" He was fucking insane. There had to be a way. There had to be a way to escape .. there was always a way. Even was she heard the footsteps make chase, even as it made the ground tremble, she kept going. She yelped when she heard cars be demolished somewhere behind her, yelling, "Oh fuck that shit, dude!" This guy meant business. How the fuck had the military not found him yet? Somebody? Anybody .. ? It didn't matter. He was after her, and she had to get the hell out.

There was a certain grace to her bounding run, and it flowed as she leaped over debris left behind by the .. man? Was it a man? She couldn't even tell. He spoke to her; it must mean he had a human brain, right? Don't fucking analyze your kidnapper right now, Anna. All she needed to focus on was her environment. She tried to weave through the streets, tried to confuse him. She ran and ran, jumped and dodged, shoved past people on the sidewalks, until she passed a narrow alleyway that she skidded to a stop upon noticing. She turned back around and practically dove into the thin space between two buildings, falling on her hands and knees and scraping all of them. The pain didn't reach her; she scrambled as deep into the alley as possible. He was too big to fit .. he had to be too big to fit. Could he even find her at that point? Hadn't she put some distance between them?

She didn't know. All she could do was pull up her legs into her chest and try to calm down her heavy, fast breathing, try to catch her breath. She registered it now; those rumbling footsteps made rubble on the ground jump. Oh my God, did he follow her all this way? Fuck, fuck, fuck -- There was no running from this thing. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know .. she knew every other time before this, but this wasn't something she expected. She wasn't ready. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced her arms against the wall behind her, taking deep, shaking breaths, trying to stay strong, trying to stay quiet.

[kaijuart]

The rumbles started to slow, before stopping completely. In the alleyway, the only thing that could be seen is the giants nose and mouth facing towards the same group of people that the woman had to shove herself through. They all stared up at the being that was staring down back at them in shock and terror, yet they had no idea what they were in for. Bruce was faced with the first moral dilemma he has had in quite a while, this group of people were witnesses, if the military find out the exact locations he’s been in, he knows he could never go there again, he would have to turn down jobs involving that area.

Yet they are innocent, clearly a bunch of young people on the town, having a good time. A growl escaped out of his mouth, one of genuine frustration. As soon as one of them started to run away, his hand scooped them all up with ease. Their screams travelled down the alleyway before they were muffled, Bruce quickly shoving them into his pocket, trapping them with the zipper. A sigh erupted from his nose as his hand rubbed against his chin before his fist went crashing into one of the buildings that formed over the alleyway. A roar came out of his mouth, but it wasn’t the same one as before, he was clearly mad.

Rubble crashed on top of the alleyway, it wasn’t enough to kill anyone but it certainly kicked up a dust storm. “I ain’t playing games anymore! You know I’m after ya’ Just give up….” The giant sniffed, smelling something remarkably familiar in the alleyway in front of him. It was too small for him to fit but his arm was the perfect size.

His claws slammed onto the ground, making five huge holes into the asphalt. A smirk grew on his face as he started to feel around for her. “I know ya there luv… I can smell ya perfume.” He sniffed, just to tease her. “I’m glad that I’m not eatin’ ya… that stuff smells like a donkey’s arse”

[Wisply]

She froze when she saw how high up his face was from her vantage point. Below him, people stood terrified, staring up in horror and awe at the beastly man. She quieted her frantic breathing as much as she could, holding her breath when she heard a bone-chilling growl rise from his chest. A shiver made her tremble, and when she heard the pitter-patter of feet, there was a sudden rise of screams from the people. She watched an enormous hand grab the few she saw, and soon after, their screams became muffled. She scooted as far into the alley as she could, scrambling until her back hit a corner. Her eyes were tear-filled, but she didn't cry; she could only stare out in agony, feeling the guilt tear at her for making those poor people targets.

For a moment, there was silence -- until an ear-splitting roar erupted from him, and suddenly, everything around her crumbled. She jolted and threw her hands over her head, a stifled cry slipping out of her as rubble came down to bruise her arms. He was pissed. And it became much clearer that he was when that baritone, growling voice called her out, demanding she simply give herself up to him. There was absolutely no way in hell she'd do that willingly; she had the worst feeling in her gut that she knew who had sent this creature, and the last thing she would ever want is for that bastard to find her.

And then there was silence. An eerie, tense silence. And she saw his face turn, turn towards her, as he smelled the air. She didn't know if he could fully see her, but she could absolutely see him, and those eyes pierced right through the shadows. He knows. She heard a SLAM, and cement cracked as one of his hands dug its clawed fingers into the ground below. He was unbelievably strong, and she watched him smile as a hand loomed towards the entrance to the alley.

"Oh no." Her voice was a tiny whisper when she watched his hand fit itself into the alley. It grew closer to her, and she stood and flattened herself against the farthest wall from him. Her head shook frantically, eyes wide and shining with tears. "You don't know what you're DOING, man!" Her voice shook, but it yelled out at him, terrified, but knowing. Maybe he did know about her secret, but it was all she could think of. No matter how far from the entrance to the alley she was, he still reached her; his arm was longer than she'd thought, and as soon as his fingers even came close to grazing her, she dropped to the ground and curled in on herself. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS -- "

It was too late. That enormous hand descended on her, and she yelped as his grip closed on her body. When she was pulled up from the ground, a raw, genuine scream devolved into gasps and coughs. His grip was so tight .. he could definitely shatter her bones if he held on too strongly. She was dragged out from safety, back into the open night, and her wild eyes turned on him to stare in pure fear. Tears fell down her cheeks, and she shook with her sobs. This couldn't happen. This couldn't fucking happen. After years of being on the run, she was finally caught, and she would be tossed into the hands of evil people with evil plans. Her nails dug into the skin of his hand, and her legs curled away from him.

And when she looked into his face, she realized that mercy wasn't too much of an option.

[kaijuart]

The glowing green eyes of the giant kept on piercing through his prey’s soul as he lifted her to his face. Bruce’s mouth opened slightly, his teeth revealing themselves. Upon closer inspection, they were at least the size of an average man. He ignored all cries, all screams and all the struggling coming from his victim, it was a moment of satisfaction for him. However, the celebration of his victory was cut short as emergency services were closing in on his location.

He took the normal route out of the city, through the back streets, into the suburbs before finally reaching a grassy field. Beyond the grassy field was a somewhat hidden farm. It looked like an illustration from a children’s book, down to having a bright red barn. The farm had been abandoned many years ago, Bruce took it upon himself to take care of the animals while also providing himself a safe home.

Despite the barns size, Bruce had to crouch to get inside. There wasn’t much inside; a large pile of hay that served as a chair and bed for the giant, a bunch of pens with farm animals who woke up due to their caretakers arrival and a cage that looked like it was designed to house a lion, located on a small balcony higher off the ground. Bruce looked down at the woman in his hands before he approached the cage.

“I never had to keep anyone alive before.” He huffed, dropping her into her new prison. “Shame, I want to have fun with you.” His finger closed the door once she was safely inside. Everything was done for the day, the animals were fed, his latest job was completed, finally he could sit down and relax for the day. Taking off his shirt, the giant released a massive sigh. His upper body wasn’t exactly fit but it wasn’t bad, with a slight chub on his belly and rather impressive arms. Scars were scattered across his body, each of them painting a bigger picture about what he had to endure for so many years.

Sitting down next to the cage that was almost at eye level, the giant unzipped his pocket, his hand roughly grabbing the group of terrified humans. A small sigh escaped his mouth as he picked out one of the younger ones. The human, a young female was dangling with one arm pinched between Bruce’s thumb and forefinger. He lifted the scared human above his mouth and slowly opened it, his wet tongue welcoming her to her impending doom.

[Wisply]

Those teeth sent ice through her veins. They were the teeth of a predator; she seemed to realize that he really was part beast, and he scrutinized her with eyes hungrier than she was comfortable with. She felt his breath on her. She got her breathing under some semblance of control, puffing exhales through her nose, trying to keep a stronger face on, but the second he moved with her she grabbed onto his hand and broke the facade. The vertigo made her stomach turn from being so high up, moving forward so fast .. no wonder he was able to keep up so easily. One step covered yards of distance. It took everything in her power not to go unconscious from the overload of stress, but she managed. The last thing she'd want was to be that vulnerable in the hands of this man.

They traveled for what felt like hours to her, but was really only an hour at most. He traveled out onto the back-roads, and in the distance, she heard police sirens echoing into the night. Thank God he'd left before they'd came. She could still hear the muffled panic of the people he held hostage, and fear gripped her soul when she thought of what would come of them. She knew that he didn't intend to kill her; if he did, he would have done it much sooner. No, she would stay alive. The fate of these innocent people, however, was not certain, and guilt made her slump her shoulders with its weight. The night was quiet when the sirens faded away into the distance, with only the chirps of crickets playing their tunes, quieting when his footsteps grew near to them.

Eventually, she looked up when the scenery changed. They seemed to be on a grassy field, and ahead of them was a huge barn among desolate-looking farming areas. They were isolated, she realized; if she intended to get the hell out, she'd have to do it alone. The enormous man had to bend himself down to fit through the entrance of the barn, and within, the smell of hay and animals was strong to her senses. It was dark, but in the shadows, she saw the eyes of sheep and pigs, even a horse or two, stare up at them curiously, calmly. Maybe they're his pets. It was the only plausible explanation; if they weren't used to him, they'd be up and running in an instant. A very large pile of hay was shaped in what seemed like a lounging spot, and near to it was a large cage.

When they'd reached the cage, the man stopped walking and paused. Her shoulders tensed when she felt his eyes on her, and she looked up at him with fire in her eyes as he stared down at her. It wasn't anger, necessarily, but there was a good dose of ferocity raging behind the sullen fear she exhibited. She was lifted up and she gasped, grabbing onto his hand again, easily wrapped around her. She felt like a doll to him. His hand drifted into the cage, and as he set her down, he spoke to her in that thick-accented, baritone voice once more. He closed the door of the cage before she could react to being let go of, and her eye twitched when he said he wanted to "have fun" with her. He did seem to understand he had to keep her alive, and it only confirmed her suspicions. There had to be some way out of this, something to do .. she could not fall into the hands of the person she thought had contracted this man.

He wandered away to pull off his shirt, revealing a bear-like body; though his stomach held an amount of fat, the sheer amount of muscle he exhibited made up for it. Scars littered his body from God knows where. He looked like a war veteran, but she had a feeling that was far from the reason he had so many scars. The muscles that flexed in his arms intimidated her. Too much power for one person. She watched him go to sit on the huge bales of hay, right beside her cage, which was positioned just level with his broad shoulders. Her legs laid limp on their sides, but her arms propped her up to watch his every move. And when she watched him unzip his pocket and pull out those innocent people, her heart stopped for a split second. Don't. Don't do it. " .. No .. " Her voice was the tiniest, softest whisper, broken and desperate. She could get tortured all he wanted, but to see people who did nothing be caught up in this was what stabbed her through her heart with a splintered stake.

Her eyes grew in abject horror as he raised a terrified young woman up above his face. His mouth opened, and she started to flail and whimper, which turned into yelps of fear when his tongue snaked out of his mouth. Oh God. Her stomach twisted so quick that she almost lost her control and threw up, but instead, she simply scrambled up against the back of the cage, her shoulders rattling the bars as she smacked up against them. She almost couldn't stop watching as the innocent girl was lowered into his mouth, and when he dropped her in with a shriek from the poor girl, and when his teeth sealed around her, she finally tore her eyes away and covered her ears as she heard the people below him gasp and scream. Hot tears, both angry and anguished, streaked down her cheeks. Her shoulders heaved with quiet sobs. That was probably one of the most horrifying ways to die -- to be eaten. He'd done it so easily that it sickened her; it sickened her for a being with so much power and strength to abuse it, to carelessly throw lives away to sustain himself.

Through her hands, she heard a person begging for their life, and she trembled. Though she was scared out of her mind, she felt something else taking residence with it in her conscious. Anger was now budding in her. How could he subject these people to such an anguishing demise? How could a creature who looked so human be so cruel? For a minute, she couldn't bring herself up to the courage to look, but she realized that now, she had nothing left to lose. Her eyes seemed to snap open when she heard the yells, the screams of terror, and her eyes opened in a flash, whipping towards him with the rawest of rage. She uncovered her ears and crawled up from her position, grabbing the bars of her cage with such force that it made the metal tremble. It was too late for his second victim; bile rose in her throat when she watched his Adam's apple bob with a swallow, heard that wet gulp of hunger. She swallowed it back, refusing to give into the sick nature of these acts.

" .. Let .. let them go." Her voice trembled madly. "Why -- why bring them into this?" Her body was hot with her vexation. "Please, you have me, you fucking have me now, don't make these people suffer for nothing!" Her voice was rising. She was trembling so violently that you could hear it in her white-knuckled grip on the bars of the cage. Her chest heaved with her breathing. The people in his hand looked to her in all of their fear, and she stared back at them with distress in her tear-filled eyes. "Have some fuckin' MERCY, man!" She shook the bars of the cage, trying to get his attention, trying to draw it away from his victims. There were only three of them left now, and she wanted to do everything in her little amount of power -- whatever tiny inkling of influence she had -- to get them out alive. Something deep in her feared the inevitable, though. Something told her that they would end the same way the first two of his victims had, and it made her teeth grind in a terrible anticipation.

[kaijuart]

Slowly the first victim was lowered towards his mouth, that was until he abruptly let go, dropping the woman down into his mouth. The giant’s lips slammed shut, his teeth trapping the now miffed and scared nightclub goer. Sounds escaped his mouth, sounds of enjoyment, lust and satisfaction. He was glad he was going to at least eat someone tonight, considering the circumstances with his current prisoner. A little bit of drool escaped from between his teeth, his enjoyment for his meal was clearly visible to the group who were about to meet the same fate.

A wet gulp echoed over the yells, the group could see the victim sliding down his throat in the form of a lump, saliva made it easier for her to travel down into the pits of his large stomach. His eyes were still closed when he picked out his second victim. He was a lot quicker this time, swallowing the person down. God he was loving this, so much so his other hand was starting to rub his scarred up stomach while his prey wriggled inside his working organ.

However, the sound of the woman made him open his eyelids halfway, breaking the blissful moment. Yet he didn’t look angry or happy, he looked rather upset. Bruce’s massive pupils were staring down at the last three victims while the woman’s words really started to make him think.

Mercy…

That word was familiar for him, but for the wrong reasons. It was clear that Bruce wasn’t really in front of her mentally anymore, he was having a flashback.
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“Bruce! Show zhem no mercy! Zhey don’t deserve to live! Not what after zhey have done!”

The giant stood in a sea of flames, black smoke turning the sky from a light blue to a grey haze. A much younger Bruce was wearing a green army singlet with cameo pants. In his hand in front of him, three soldiers of island decent. They were all begging and screaming for their lives, a german man screaming into one ear through an ear piece while the three screamed into the other.

He was told these people were evil, that they planned on invading the united states, killing millions of people in their wake. But he wasn’t stupid, it was a small island nation off the coast of Australia, filled with mostly fishing villages and tourist hotspots. His breathing became heavy, the guilt weighing down onto his shoulders.

It was an innocent nation.

“Kill zhem!” That voice again, it made him growl with rage.

Tears fell from his eyes as he looked at the innocent soldiers again, his hand shaking. With a cry he dropped all three into his mouth, swallowing them whole instantly.

“Good boy… ve don’t vant any one knowing our little secret...”
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With a shake of his head, he came back to reality with wet eyes. Blinking a couple of times as he did so. The three victims in his hand were still there, the woman still in the cage, trying to get him to stop. He sighed and pressed his back against the wall. “I don’t have a choice” The Australian responded to her. “They will reveal where my hiding spot is and the government will track me down.” A huff escaped him as his mouth opened in front of them, saliva was dripping from the roof of his mouth down to his wet tongue.

Bruce threw the three into his massive hungry gullet, his mouth closing and muffling their screams of terror. It fell silent with only a couple of farm animals making a raucous down below, that was until a huge gulp broke the tension. A massive lump, containing all three victims traveled down into his hungry stomach which was happily going to accept the rest of his meal. Closing his eyes, the giant pulled himself lower, the beginning of the digestion process helped him relax. His hands rubbed his stomach, a small purr escaping his mouth. After about a minute of rubbing, one of his hands slowly unzipped his pants, his massive cock flopping out as soon as it could.

The giants breathing became heavier as he grabbed his member. One hand rubbing his stomach, the other slowly starting to stroke his cock.

[Wisply]

For just a moment, her breath hitched when his eyes traveled up to her. Her desperate face stared back at him for a moment, and then he glanced down, down at the people in his hand. Something .. changed. She saw something flashing in his eyes, some semblance of remorse, and it made his expression fall. She'd struck a chord, somehow. When he'd snapped back out of his strange state, his eyes were shining, and he blinked the tears she saw that threatened to fall away. She heard him huff a sigh, watched him lean back, and their eyes locked when he looked at her to respond. "I don't have a choice." His voice rumbled in her ears as he told her he had to, that they'd know where he was and lead government military back to him. Her eyes flickered around, and her head began to shake. Please don't --

Her thought couldn't even finish. She watched his mouth open again, right in front of those last three people, and she lost her control. "DON'T -- " Her shoulders smacked against the bars as her arm reached out, but it was too late. She yelped like a hurt dog when he tossed them in, and her arm retreated back as she fell down onto her chest, her hands sealing as tight as she could do them over her ears. She saw him start to swallow, and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look. Tears flowed freely now. Five people, just gone in a fucking instant. She would have rather it had been her. She would have taken their place in an instant if she had the power, but she knew he wouldn't let that happen. 'Don't have a choice' my ass, you fucking brute. Her thoughts hissed, but she was in too much pain to be angry again.

She sat herself back up, breathing heavily, every inhale and exhale scattered and shaking. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him start to unzip his pants .. and this guy pulls out his package right in front of her. Now she was really going to throw up, and she dashed to the other side of the cage to stick herself out of the bars and do it. This sick bastard .. She heaved and vomited, everything shaking violently, and she spit a few times, wiping her mouth with her arm. "F-fuck .. " Her breathing was raspy, and she coughed and spit, trying to get the terrible taste out of her mouth. She dragged herself to the furthest corner of the cage from him. Everything hurt now, and she refused to sit there and watch him pleasure himself over something so disgusting. She laid down, her arms curling around her head and ears to block out the sounds. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes, still trembling wildly, trying to get a god damn hold of herself. If she was escaping, it wouldn't be tonight; too much had happened, and she feared she wouldn't be in prime shape to escape.

" .. You piece .. of shit .. " Her voice was low, but she couldn't have cared less if he heard her. He knew what he'd done; she'd seen that remorse in his eyes. There was humanity somewhere in that monster, and she was sure that past the superficial pleasure he displayed, he hurt. She could only hope. She had to hope .. because it could very well be the only way she'd be able to get out of there.

[kaijuart]

“You really know how to kill the mood.” Bruce responded to her vomiting with a sigh, one of disappointment. This was the only time of the day where he got to relax, and masturbating was one of the main activities he did during the night if he couldn’t sleep. His hand stopped stroking his member and he shoved the semi hard package back into his trousers. When the giant stood, the woman in the cage was met with his massive bellybutton looming just above her.

Bruce walked over to a small bench with a sink attachment, it was rather clean despite everything around it being dirty as hell. This place was old after all. Next to the sink was a normal sized bucket, the giant’s fingers had to pinch the handle in order to lift it into the plumbing fixture. He turned the tap and fresh water started to fill into the bucket.

As for the piece of shit remark, he heard it loud and clear. It did piss him off beyond belief. It wasn’t even what she said, it was what she implied through her words. “When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.” He responded to her, turning off the tap when the bucket was full enough. He grabbed a tiny clean mug and walked back towards the cage. “You don’t know my life’s story… and I don’t know yours… I would rather keep it that way.” He continued.

“But I didn’t choose this life… you understand luv?” His voice became a lot more intimidating as he placed the bucket and the mug next to her, offering her a drink of fresh water. It was a strain to keep his cool, and it was evident in his voice. Slowly he sat back down on his hay pile and just stared at her.

“Don’t you fucking dare assume I did.”

Another deep, therapeutic breath escaped the beast as he folded his arms, his attention now focused away from her, onto the floor below. Now he was really bored, she had killed the mood for the night. Bruce glanced over slightly, she was going to be gone soon, he just had to survive those next three days.

Bruce’s eyes became heavy and he drifted off into a deep sleep.
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It was pretty normal for Bruce to have nightmares, tonight was no exception. There was no telling what he was dreaming about, but he was crying in his sleep. Tears fell onto the floor as the giant kicked up a storm. His claws scratching against the wooden wall that he used to rest on.

In his dream, he was trapped inside a bright white room, with a couple of trees and bushes creating an enclosure like environment. Bruce was pretty young, only about ten years old, his height only ten feet tall. He couldn’t see much outside the smaller windows surrounding him, only small white blurry dots, moving around. Claw marks were visible on the white panelling, his claws covered in blood from all the attempts to break out. Bruce’s breathing became heavy as one of the panels opened up and a human was shoved into his enclosure. Looking back up to the window he tried to get answers.

Nothing.

Almost like an animal he pounced onto the screaming human, his extremely sharp teeth ripping the innocent person’s limbs and flesh apart. Tears fell from his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t stop eating. It had been days since food had been given to him, he was willing to take anything. The giant managed to consume the adult human in less than five minutes, all that was left were bones and a bloody mess as the giant pulled himself up.

All he could hear was applause from the windows.

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Bruce’s eyes shot open and he quickly sat up from his position. He was back in the barn, his eyes puffy and red. This is why he usually masturbated before sleeping, he would have pleasant thoughts when going to bed. Pressing his hands against his face, Bruce took a deep breath, but it didn’t help, he began to tear up even more.