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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 30, 2023 22:15:41 GMT -5
The fellow smiles, exposing his fangs. "You are far too young to interest me. Don't flatter yourself." He walks around behind you until he can no longer be seen without craning your neck around. You feel his hands slide onto your shoulders and his voice whispers beside your ear, "I don't actually know what I'm going to do with you." He squeezes your shoulders, perhaps a little too hard before stepping back away from you. "For now you can just hang out with us. Your big friend will be by eventually." He walks into your field of vision from the other side holding up your phone. He sets it on top of a nearby crate, "After we kill him, I'll deal with you. Don't bother trying to escape. This place is crawling with guards."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 31, 2023 16:12:58 GMT -5
she cant help the chills of disgust that cover her body the minute he touches her. Doing her best not to show any pain or reaction to his touch. mentally she is cursing him out in every language she knows as she hesitantly tests the ropes that hold her wrists. Her concern at the moment for tombstone and him walking into an ambush rather than her own safety.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 1, 2024 22:20:19 GMT -5
The bindings bite into your flesh when you strain against them, but they don't feel like ropes. After all what rope could bind a vampire? "Oh, I think I might enjoy watching you squirm." He says, leering, "Try harder, maybe the shackles will break after all." He smirks, leaning back against the crate. "How long before your boyfriend realizes you're gone and thinks to check your phone's GPS?" Another man moves out from between two of the crates, "Sir, there is no contact with the forward team. Even the drone was shot down." The man rolls his eyes at the new comer, "Meeting where a drug deal was going down. Was he being cleaver or just lucky?" He glances at you as he asks that, but dismisses the man with an off handed gesture. "Seems the big guy is still alive. Good for him."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 3, 2024 10:47:52 GMT -5
"he wont come looking." she says as she looks at him. No emotion in her eyes a deadly calm settling over her as she leans back in the chair ignoring the uncomfortable twinge in her shoulders. "all this because we took down your mole." she says with one eye brow raised slightly as she stares at him. she knew she needed to bide her time till tombstone was safe and hopefully get some more info from them before she tried to get out of here. As much as she trusted tombstone, she didn't like being a helpless damsel, she hadn't spent years training to fight, just to be some stupid helpless girl. So for now she would wait and bide her time till the opportunity presented itself.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 6, 2024 11:07:50 GMT -5
He laughs, brash and loud. "Is this your clumsy attempt to get me to give you information?" He comes to stand before you, hands on your bound wrists and leaning right down into your face, "He will come..." He says slowly trailing off, before adding "for you." He stands and steps back, "That means he will die for you. You see that's how bait works my little worm." He moves around behind you again, slipping his hand into your hair and making a fist that pulls painfully, "While we wait, I don't suppose it would hurt me to have a little fun with with you in the meantime." He adds the word me after a pause and in a lower voice before continuing in his normal tone.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 6, 2024 16:39:54 GMT -5
"See that's where your wrong...." she says as she shudders when he grabs her hair. the thought of him touching her in that way made her feel gross and turned her stomach and not much could turn her stomach anymore. " he wont come for me. I'm nothing more than a thorn in his side, I'm trouble he didn't ask for or want in his life, So no he wont come for me." she says trying to keep her voice emotionless, to hide how much saying that actually hurt her. She had come to care for him. "I'm just a job and he doesn't mix business with pleasure." she says the last part very softly more so to herself than to him. "Do your worst" she says as she lifts her head and stares straight ahead. Her eyes cold and dead, her body stiff and unmoving.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 6, 2024 17:49:02 GMT -5
He moves into your peripheral vision enough that you can see him slipping his hand into a glove. He slips back behind you and out of sight. Abruptly his arm wraps around the top of your head and a searing pain explodes just behind your right ear. It burns like the sun, and you can smell burnt flesh and hair. Trying to pull away without any real leverage is useless. He holds you fast for however long the burning continued. It feels like hours, the pain is so intense, but it was likely only a few seconds. Even when he moves away you can still feel the burning sensation behind your ear. "There, now you're marked as mine."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 6, 2024 17:56:28 GMT -5
Her whole body goes tense at the burning pain as he bites down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Her fangs piercing her bottom lip making her taste blood. as the pain spreads thru her mind, dragging her away from where she is physically at. back to a time she had long since buried in her subconscious. The smell of burning flesh and hair only serving to push her deeper into her own mind. As memories once locked away come back to the surface. as soon as he releases her, she drops her head forward her hair falling like a curtain around her face seeming almost unconscious. If one got close enough they would see even though her eyes were closed she had a smile on her face, but this was a twisted smile one born from receiving and inflicting pain.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 6, 2024 20:52:30 GMT -5
He runs a finger across your lips in a quick motion. Too fast for you to bite him. Then he smells the blood smeared on his finger and sighs. "I didn't break you already did I? Most people don't drop into silent smiles until after the first hour." He places his thumb and pointer finger on his chin in a thoughtful way, "Or maybe you like the pain? Well if that's the case, I have something different in mind for you." He stands and starts pacing back and forth, "How would you like if I feed you my blood?" He ask rhetorically. "Over our time together I will force you to drink my blood, and enslave you to me. How does that sound?" He laughs, but there is no joy in it.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 6, 2024 21:12:24 GMT -5
"you think I break that easily" she says a darkness in her voice, her head still down so he cant see her expression. Her words seem almost as if they weren't meant for him but for someone else. As she opens her eyes and lifts her head revealing the expression on her face, this is not the expression of someone who is scared, her eyes seem unfocused as if she isn't truly here any longer as his brand throbs on her skin. Memories of her creator flash in her mind. "you could never break me gregoric not then and not now." her words clearly giving away that her mind was else where. Reliving the pain she went thru when she was first turned by him. her lip still bloody though the puncture wounds had since closed, as her eyes glowed a feral red. She doesn't seem to hear him when he talks of giving her his blood or at least gives no indication that she heard him. Her eyes tracking his movement but she doesn't see him instead she see's her creator, the vile creature that twisted and turned the innocence in her into a purely animalistic monster. One she had spent so long burying deep inside now was pushing to the front as she unconsciously pulls on the shackles that bind her, itching to destroy the man who stood in front of her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 6, 2024 22:02:15 GMT -5
He stops pacing to listen to your ramblings, "Gregoric eh? Interesting. I will have to ask about him when you're more..." He trails off looking for the right word, "Compliant." He moves around behind you, and you hear the sound of something sharp being picked up off of something metal. Then you feel the sting as that something sharp cuts into your flesh starting on the back of one arm, and dragging it's way across your shoulder blades and down the other arm. (4 lethal damage) You feel the fabric of your tee-shirt fall down your back as nothing along the top supports it any more. If not for the collar of the shirt, the front would have fallen away too. "Heal yourself, consume that vitae." (1 blood point per damage level healed.)
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 6, 2024 22:36:42 GMT -5
A sharp hiss slips from her lips as she feels the blade dig into her skin, the scent of her own blood filling the air as she tries to move away from the pain. " fuck you" she says anger darkening her voice as she all but snarls at him as she tries once again to pull the shackles free but it does little good as her body kicks in to automatically begin to heal the wounds he has inflicted. the pain drawing out more of the darkness inside her as her eyes flash red again but this time they stay red.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 10, 2024 20:02:20 GMT -5
The man's voice whispers right in your ear again, "Tell me about Gregoric." You feel the tip of his blade against your skin again, but it's only tracing over where he just cut you moments before. "You will tell me everything I want to know, or I will bleed you and feed you my own blood over and over until you're mine." You feel your bra tighten on the right side for a moment, then abruptly loosen as he cuts through the strap. The feeling is repeated on the other side, then where the clasps connect too. He then drags the knife down your back, splitting the tee shirt in half as well as rending your flesh. (two more damage)
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 13, 2024 15:10:16 GMT -5
"that bastard is dead.why do you want to know about him?" She manages to speak even as the memories flash in her mind. The wounds drawing her ever closer to total hunger. Slowly the pain was almost becoming enjoyable as she slipped further into the memories. Of all the people she had killed for him. Men women children it didn't matter if gregoric had wanted them dead she killed them. If she had defied him he would starve her till her hunger took over. Or would make her relive the birth and death of her child. "He's dead" she says her voice almost questioning whether it's the truth or not
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