Post by buck on Sept 11, 2023 19:49:53 GMT -5
Eli Buchanan sits by himself near an open pit, staring down into the darkness. On his lap is a bucket of... well perhaps it's best not to dwell on that too much. He reaches into the bucket and pulls out a handful of... something and tosses it into the pit beneath him. Pulling out a napkin from his breast pocket, he listens to the guttural sound coming from the pit with a smile and places the bucket aside.
The sound of high heel shoes fills the air. Eli turns around and watches as his wife, Charlotte O'Neil, comes walking over the cobbled stones. He rises to his feet, takes her hand in his and kisses it gently.
"Oh my lovely, Charlie. Every time I lay eyes on you, I fall in love all over again. If you and I weren't married already, you would have to file a restraining order to keep me away."
Charlotte smiled at him and fanned herself with her free hand. She made no effort to pull her hand away from him as he began kissing his way up her arm.
"Even in I did, mon amore, a restraining order wouldn't be enough to keep you away from me."
Eli froze and looked up at her and let out a growled softly at her. Grabbing his wife around the waist, he pulled her towards him and whispered into her ear.
"You're damn rights I would, especially if you spoke to me in French like that."
He began kissing her on the neck and she let out a moan. Her fingers ran through his hair and let him ravage her for a moment before trying to take control of the situation. She looks over at the pit and frowns.
"Why are you out her, my love? You have that four-way match coming up in a few days. Don't you think you should be preparing for that instead of feeding our pet down there."
Eli paused mid kiss and slowly stood straight up and stared into her eyes. He tried to outlast but he never stood a chance against her. With a loud groan, he spun away from her and flopped down into his chair.
"Oh you're right, my beloved, I really should be. Title matches don't fall into one's lap every day, but I can't seem to get into the mood for it."
Charlotte smiled and came over to sit on his lap.
"Well, I certainly know how to get you into the mood, my love."
Eli growled and tried to kiss her. Charlotte pressed a finger to his lips and gently pushed his head back.
"Business before pleasure though, my love. First you need to face Skye, Decker and Santino for the Total Anarchy Championship, and if you win."
Charlotte put her lips to his ear and whispered something to him. Eli's eyes grew wide and he began to smile again as he began to shiver with clear delight. He turned to look at her and rested his forehead against hers.
"Mmm, now that's what I call an incentive. And I lose?"
"Well then, my love," Charlotte relied, kissing him on the nose, "I'll just have to torture you."
Eli laughed and nuzzled her neck.
"Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Come on, feeding the beast has gotten me quite famished, let's go inside and get something to eat."
The pair rose and began to head back to Hotel California. Eli suddenly stopped and walked back to the pit. Grabbing the bucket, he poured the remaining contents in it and called down to the creature below.
"There you go, old chap. Enjoy!"
After considering it for a moment, he tossed the bucket down as well and headed back to where his wife was waiting for him.
"I might as well let lick the bucket clean as well, he deserves a treat every once in a while."
"Don't we all, my love." The smile disappeared from Charlotte's face and she looked back at the pit. "What happened to the gamekeeper? It's his job to feed all our pets."
Eli shrugged and gently wrapped an arm around her waist as the two started the short walk to the hotel.
"Funny thing that. The man has completely disappeared. We'll have to put out an ad in the morning, it's so hard to keep good help these days."
As the two disappeared into the darkness, the clouds above parted and the moon shown down into the pit. A figure squatted there, munching away hungrily at the food provided. Something cried out in the night and it looked up. The thing wore a torn, soiled tiger mask and fresh blood dripped down it red beard. It growled and slinked back out of the light, clutching in its hands a severed arm.
The sound of high heel shoes fills the air. Eli turns around and watches as his wife, Charlotte O'Neil, comes walking over the cobbled stones. He rises to his feet, takes her hand in his and kisses it gently.
"Oh my lovely, Charlie. Every time I lay eyes on you, I fall in love all over again. If you and I weren't married already, you would have to file a restraining order to keep me away."
Charlotte smiled at him and fanned herself with her free hand. She made no effort to pull her hand away from him as he began kissing his way up her arm.
"Even in I did, mon amore, a restraining order wouldn't be enough to keep you away from me."
Eli froze and looked up at her and let out a growled softly at her. Grabbing his wife around the waist, he pulled her towards him and whispered into her ear.
"You're damn rights I would, especially if you spoke to me in French like that."
He began kissing her on the neck and she let out a moan. Her fingers ran through his hair and let him ravage her for a moment before trying to take control of the situation. She looks over at the pit and frowns.
"Why are you out her, my love? You have that four-way match coming up in a few days. Don't you think you should be preparing for that instead of feeding our pet down there."
Eli paused mid kiss and slowly stood straight up and stared into her eyes. He tried to outlast but he never stood a chance against her. With a loud groan, he spun away from her and flopped down into his chair.
"Oh you're right, my beloved, I really should be. Title matches don't fall into one's lap every day, but I can't seem to get into the mood for it."
Charlotte smiled and came over to sit on his lap.
"Well, I certainly know how to get you into the mood, my love."
Eli growled and tried to kiss her. Charlotte pressed a finger to his lips and gently pushed his head back.
"Business before pleasure though, my love. First you need to face Skye, Decker and Santino for the Total Anarchy Championship, and if you win."
Charlotte put her lips to his ear and whispered something to him. Eli's eyes grew wide and he began to smile again as he began to shiver with clear delight. He turned to look at her and rested his forehead against hers.
"Mmm, now that's what I call an incentive. And I lose?"
"Well then, my love," Charlotte relied, kissing him on the nose, "I'll just have to torture you."
Eli laughed and nuzzled her neck.
"Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Come on, feeding the beast has gotten me quite famished, let's go inside and get something to eat."
The pair rose and began to head back to Hotel California. Eli suddenly stopped and walked back to the pit. Grabbing the bucket, he poured the remaining contents in it and called down to the creature below.
"There you go, old chap. Enjoy!"
After considering it for a moment, he tossed the bucket down as well and headed back to where his wife was waiting for him.
"I might as well let lick the bucket clean as well, he deserves a treat every once in a while."
"Don't we all, my love." The smile disappeared from Charlotte's face and she looked back at the pit. "What happened to the gamekeeper? It's his job to feed all our pets."
Eli shrugged and gently wrapped an arm around her waist as the two started the short walk to the hotel.
"Funny thing that. The man has completely disappeared. We'll have to put out an ad in the morning, it's so hard to keep good help these days."
As the two disappeared into the darkness, the clouds above parted and the moon shown down into the pit. A figure squatted there, munching away hungrily at the food provided. Something cried out in the night and it looked up. The thing wore a torn, soiled tiger mask and fresh blood dripped down it red beard. It growled and slinked back out of the light, clutching in its hands a severed arm.