3.1: Let out the beast

 warning:language, gore, nudity

     The early suns rays couldn't deny the fact it would be a hot day. It didn't put a damper on the mood, as the small wedding party finally got seated for the formal ceremony. They had agreed to have it in garden of the brides father, not for the price but because it was beautiful, large and had a lovely view of the city. The pool wasn't a bad deal either.
     It turned out to be a waste of time as Skuld easily outshone anything man could make. She was a gorgeous bride, as to be expected and Ian was a handsome enough groom. Looking as his soon to be wife gliding towards him, he felt like passing out for a second not noiticing that stupid grin he got. Ian didn't even think about the sunburn he'd most definitly get, since sun and redhead- skin usually weren't the best of friends.

     He'd fallen in love with her the first time he laid eyes on her. A cliche, yes, but so true. He'd been so deeply in love that only a teenager can be, and he swore it got stronger. Sure he'd had to wait a bit for her to grow up before they could get married. And to.... well other marital stuff. Not that it was illegal beeing intimate with older teenagers, and it wasn't like he'd been an old creep. Ian had always been sure he wanted to marry her, to have children with her. But... a quick look at his soon to be father- in- law was enough to make him sweat. His dad had been partners with her dad before he went missing. And if you wanted to live, you didn't look at his daughter the wrong way. Atleast Marco was an honest man, but if he ever had a daughter he wouldn't have that type of attitude towards her. It was quite sexist.

     Now it was just to wait for the wedding night, before they consumated the marriage. He'd been a bit surprised at her beeing so oldfashioned that way, but who was he to discusse that matter? It was her body, so she decided. That and... another look at his soon to be father- in- law made him swallow hard. Marco had always treated him well, especially after dad went missing, but one of those heavy arms around his shoulder and a short: You'll treat my daughter well won't you Ian? was enough for him to agree to anything. It held a very quiet, and very serious "or else you'll regret it" there. And there was no doubt that it wasn't an empty threat from the large blonds side.

     Sure, she could seem a bit cold and distant at times, but he knew there was warmth inside her heart. She'd had a tough upbringing, never known her own mother, her father had gone missing when she was a child. And ofcourse those terrible killings at her home. His own dad had disappeared that night to, but no one knew what had happened to him. He'd been seen following one of the suspects, then no one had seen him or the suspect again. It wasn't like he could have drowned, but if he wasn't dead his dad would never leave him right? Ian wished he knew what had happened to him, but loving his bride to be the best she could be, was the only thing that mattered to him now. It would have been just what his father had wanted, he'd been quite the romantic.

     Naturally Skuld was going to be a bit troubled, and he had always wanted to be the one saving her. He knew he could do it! He would learn her to trust in sims again, because that was probably it; trustissues. And they had that in common to didn't they? Both had a missing parent. He understood her like no one else could, and they would be so good for eachother.

     The only thing he knew was that he felt like the happiest man in the world. And he would make her the happiest woman alive.

     I'm sorry my love, did it hurt? Ian stroked her hair several times. Ofcourse it hadn't hurt, he'd treated her like he was worried she'd break. How dumb was that guy anyway? Skuld couldn't believe sims actually did these thing voluntairly. What a waste of her valuable time. She could have done something important right now. Like making a potion that made her forever young and beautiful for instance. But instead she laid in Ians arms, whilst he kept stroking her hair, over and over. Lying on his arm made her neck hurt to. He was such an idiot.

     But that was the price a woman has to pay for marriage. Ofcouse Ian didn't shut up either: I'm so glad we waited, it was absolutely perfect. How was that perfect? He was such an idiot. She'd been able to get away from him for a few days after the wedding, but for some reason they had to go on a honeymoon. All payed for by her dad ofcourse, nothing was to good for his little doll. Couldn't he atleast have given her a bigger inheritance? But no, he claimed it was better having the simoleons in a fund, that she'd get access to when she retired. So no simoleons for her before then.

     What an idiot... Thinking about idiots: Is everything alright my little dove? Did he just compare her with those rats with wings?
     I'm fine honey, she said with the sweetest voice possible, enjoying seeing the stupid grin he got on his face: But it kind of hurt. Looking down she did her best to seem like she didn't want to say the rest. Until, ofcourse, her husband did exactely what she expected and went: What is it my love? You can tell me anything.
     The perfect start: I just wished you were a bit more careful. She could actually see insecurity strike him.

     I mean, she said trying to sound like she excused the previous words. But the damage was already done, that was why she'd said it after all: I kind of thought you'd would be a bit more gentle. That look on his face was priceless as he answered, his voice stuttering: I'm sorry, I thought I was careful. Guess I could have been more romantic.... His voice faded away as she saw the hurt in his eyes getting stronger. Not because of her, but because he thought he'd harmed her. She laughed internally, he was such an idiot.

     Looking out the window from the expensive hotel room Skuld felt like choking; Ian that was. He was such an idiot. Hearing the shower splashing against the tiled floor, she wondered if she could drown him in the toilet. It might be a bit suspicious though, and with her luck he could probably breathe under water. He was a meresim after all.
     Sighing heavily she looked at the sims outside, licking the suns rays hoping to get a tan. Holding hands, smiling and beeing in love whilst walking the short distance to the nearby downtown.

     Cattle, it wasn't the first time that thought came to her. But sims were cattle, working their useless jobs, earning simoleons so they could buy expensive stuff their neighbours could envy. And for what? So they could earn more simoleons, and buy more expensive stuff and so on. All the time whilst life ran away from them.
     She didn't have that problem herself ofcourse. With her astonishing intelligence and alchemical skills, the fountain of youth was at her fingertips. It had to be, she didn't want to grow old and wither away. She didn't consider making simoleons or sharing, she wanted to be the only one with such a well earned gift. Others simply weren't worthy.

     The sound of the shower stopping made was irritating, it meant he'd be out soon. As long as he didn't want more sex; or "making love" as he called it. Why did he even call it that? Love was just a chemical reaction in the brain, and animals made babies in the same way! Did he think dogs made love to then? He had closed the door to the shower properly, Ian was a bit shy at the way he looked and with good right. That man was far from good enough for someone like her, and he should be thankful she even agreed to marriage. The guy had scaly legs after all, it was creepy. And he couldn't even stay out in the sun for to long, as he dried up! Then he smelled like a sushibar gone bad.

     He wasn't even wealthy like she was. Skuld deserved the best of everything ofcourse, and she liked simoleons. But flashing that wealth wasn't a smart thing to do, that made sims think she should buy stuff for them. Which they didn't deserve, besides seeming to be ordinary struggling sims gave a lot more sympathy from others. And it was so much easier getting them to do what she wanted. And there was that little problem with most of her assets beeing held up in funds she couldn't touch.

     Ians hands were around her from the back as she stood there thinking, annoying her to no end. Stopping her great ideas from forming. Letting her hands slide over his arms, she almost thought they were quite nice.The palm of his hands were hard and weathered from work, felt like needles beeing dragged over her perfect skin. Good thing she'd worn the complimentary robe.

     Of all the things a man can work with, he recycled old and used furniture and other crap, the man was part fish and liked working with trees? He actually dug through trash and fixed up the garbage he found. What kind of a job was that? Fine, some of the items were actually quite valuable and he found lots of stuff she could use for her potions, but still...Ah well, atleast female sims got all gooey eyed when she mentioned it. Not that she got what it was with a man that worked with his hands, mainly fixing garbage. Or was part fish.

     Turning around to face her fresh husband, Skuld gave him a sweet smile. The sight of his face lightening up gave her an euphoric sensation, she liked when sims made her feel good, and why wouldn't they want to make her feel great about herself?
     Did you enjoy your shower? She new her deep voice drove him crazy in the supposedly good way.
     Yes honey, did you enjoy the view? That stupid grin again. But atleast women envied her him, for some reason.

     Stroking her hands slowly over his body, she enjoyed seeing the power she had over him. She gave a couple of extra strokes, giggling kindly and went: Oh I love how soft and tubby your tummy is!! That insecure face he pulled was priceless so she went: Is something wrong? Aren't you happy?
     Ofcourse I'm happy. He looked at his wife, she didn't mean anything by it. He was the one beeing overly sensitive. That face and those honest eyes didn't mean it that way.

     Why did it have to be this sunny? She didn't even like sun, she liked storms and rain, cold snow whipping her skin and getting stuck in her lashes. Why sun and even more sun? Why did everyone always want to go on vacation to sunny places? Cattle. The only one that was different was her, sims were just so simple and useless. Just look at them!

     Ofcourse she'd dress properly like a tourist, she was to good looking not to. And it entertained her when the men stared, and their girlfriends gave angry glares. She was better then them, and they all knew it. Ofcourse the guys would wish their respective other was as good as her. Skuld tried not to smile, maybe sun wasn't that bad after all.
     Even better was that she'd gotten rid of Ian, he'd fallen asleep after even more sex. Didn't that guy ever get enough of that? How many times would she have to endure that insanely boring thing before getting out of it? She'd find a way though, she always did. But most likely she would have to be a bit patient.

     There weren't a lot of things to do in this way to sunny place. A few shops that were closed for three hours in the middle of the day. A tiny little museum, that was incredibly boring even for beeing a museum. It mainly consisted of old garbage they'd picked up from the bottom of the sea. The locals were even more dull then that sorry excuse for a park. And even if she liked beeing looked at, there was a limit to how many stares even she could take.

     Skuld ended up on another boring beach, it looked like all the other beaches that was present. There was sand everywhere, and water. Water and sand, sand and water. Well, there were other things at this beach to, like tons of vegetation and a lavatory, but the sand was definitly the big thing. She wanted to go back home and continue her research. The sooner she could find a way to become forever young, the better. She'd looked for some clue throughout her youth, but still hadn't found any.

     Watching the sky slowly changing colour, the endless sun and heat finally started dampening a bit to her great happiness. Counting the days until she could go home; still two days; Skuld ended up staring over the water as the last couple finally left. Clearly having her around wasn't according to their plan. Fine with her, less sims less irritation for her.
     Sand between toes was another highly overrated joy cattle felt, and Skuld was mildly annoyed by it crawling into her sandals. How could anyone in their right mind enjoy this? How come everyone was so useless, and unintelligent.

     Simoleons! I want simoleons now! Skuld slowly turned around to face the ragged, shaky voice. A filthy guy who clearly needed a wash and a trip to some rehabsentre, was pointing a small knife at her. Really? Was she supposed to be intimidated by this excuse of a lifeform? She couldn't stand sims that weren't perfect. He was probably a druggie, she really couldn't stand druggies either. It was probably one of those really cheap drugs to, or else he'd wash himself. Maybe it was that type that made sims eat eachothers faces. It would've been quite funny if someone ate this guys face.

     And where do you think I have all those simoleons? She said sarcastically, he wasn't high now atleast, probably needed something to buy more. The idiot... Kind of a shame really. She liked destroying pretty things. To bad he wasn't pretty. He wasn't all that bad either though, pretty enough maybe? Could do in a pinch?
     In your purse.... Really? He wanted to be a robber with that insecurity?
      And where is this purse, genious? She didn't have a purse with her.
      He stood staring at her a long time, the jaw hanging on his chest before finally: Give me a blowjob, or I'll kill you! I swear I will!!

     Really? Like she was ever going to do that. Holding a small smile back she did her best sounding scared: Oh no, please mister. I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt me. 
     The guy looked surprised, not expecting it to work. But he was capable of taking her behind the gross lavatory. What an idiot...

Skuld stuck her head out from the side of the shack, checking if someone were present. The coast seemed to be clear. The beaches heavy shrubbery covered her from pretty much every angle there was. Well, her and what was left of the wannabe criminal. He really shouldn't have brought his own knife, but it had made it a lot easier for her. He had to have been sick in some way, as he hadn't looked quite like he should on the inside. The colouring was a bit off, and there was some bloating.

     Grabbing the deads ankles she pulled it out to the sea, letting him float there. Someone might eventually find him, but she'd be long gone by then. Standing to her hips in the water, Skuld felt the sky opening finally letting out some long wanted rain. It would wash away a lot of things, making it harder for the police to find signs of what had happened. And if they did, so what? What were they going to compare it to? What were even the odds that someone discovered that secluded spot, and found anything after the rain ended?

     Even to the end, he'd actually thought she'd give a blowjob. If you were going to be a sexual predator, atleast he could've tried beeing a bit dangerous. When she'd wrestled him to the ground, he'd been surprised and hadn't even tried fighting back. Then she'd taken the knife from him and he'd cried just like a beated puppy when she'd started cutting him; begging for mercy.
     What an amazing rush it had been seeing someones life disappear. Not to mention messy. And she was practically naked so bloodsplatter wasn't a problem. It was good beeing a genious. No one would miss him, no one would give him an honorable funeral. Which meant that no one would look into it. She'd let the knife stay with him, and there were sharks in the waters; sim- eating sharks. If he ever popped back up, there'd be practically nothing left of the corpse.
     She even remembered taking her sunglasses with he.

     Why do you insist on hiding? We can help eachother you know? I have something you want, you have something I want....
     She just hoped it wasn't going to turn around, then it'd see her.

     What the fuck was this shit?! Here she'd been having a perfectly great day, and now this crap? Wasn't she even going to get a good nights sleep after that amazing day, without dreaming about filthy sims that needed a bath? It was probably Ians snoring that made it happen, he was such an idiot! Why had she thought it was a good idea marrying him again?

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poses: sea, extraordinaire, buhudain, eunsims,ag, sicialiaforever

So, generation three finally! Yay! And for the record, I'm aware that people with drugproblems, alcoholics etc doesn't look like that male sim. I did it that way because I wanted a contrast to Skulds well- groomed look. 
And I wasn't sure how to add Ians dumpster- diver careere as accepted by Skuld, but when I realized what they actually find in those dumpsters, it was pretty easy.

Thanks for reading