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Max pressed his calloused hands against her inner thighs spreading them open as she lay in the dingy mattress , her wrists both tied together and secured above her head to the bed frame. "Taking what's mine," he replied harshly. His member throbbed mercilessly, bulging and crushing against the front of his pants. How long had it been? He couldn't remember, but that would change.

Removing his aching manhood from his pants he could feel the moistness oozing from the tip, and with the sweet young slave spread out before him even the touch of his own hands nearly made him explode. This would be a short moment he knew.

To save himself a quick loss he pressed his hard cock into the folds of her hot pussy letting his precum moisten the way inside her. Kneeling up on the bed while continuing to press her thighs open he looked coldly into her eyes as the head of his throbbing cock began to press.

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Leah glared right back at him, her fear being replaced by anger as he held her legs open. "My cunt isn't yours. I'm not yours. No part of me will ever be yours!" She screamed, enraged at this audacity. She had always known slavery to be a terrible thing, but now that it was happening to her, it was more horrifying than she could have ever imagined. How could someone think that just by trading some caps you suddenly owned someone? Their body, their life?

When he removed his pants, she looked down, her eyes widening when she saw the size of him. "No..." She whispered, pulling at the ties that held her wrists to the headboard, finding that they wouldn't give an inch.

"Ow!" Leah gasped, her promise to behave completely going out the window when she felt the pain of him beginning to split her apart. She bucked her hips wildly, her legs kicking as much as his hands would allow. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" The slave yelled, screaming so hard it hurt her throat.

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Max delighted in the hot feel of her pussy grinding against the head if his cock as she kicked and bucked in protest. Her violent reaction he understood, but he did not care. He was going to enjoy his little fuck slut as much and as often as he wanted. Her thrashing just made him more determined.

Pre-cum oozed from the head of his cock, but it was not nearly enough to lube the thick meaty length of his cock. And he wanted it all inside her. His left hand shot out seizing her throat, squeezing rough strong fingers until she began to choke. Then he spit into his right hand, massaging the liquid over the head.

"You are gonna take the whole thing till I say you can stop," he mocked her, the fight she brought bringing out the worst of his raider nature. As he kept her choking he thrust his hips forward driving the whole of his cock mercilessly deep into her tight pussy.

That little bit of spittle over his cock did nearly nothing for lube as her taut pussy strained to take him. She stretched wide around his thick cock as he drove into her till she ripped with the effort, tiny drops of blood now acting as lube as he began pumping into her.

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Leah screamed until she couldn't anymore, hoarse little cries erupting from her throat, and even those were quickly silenced when he started to choke her. And then he entered her.

The pain was unimaginable. She had always heard from other women that the first time was uncomfortable, sometimes even painful, but this was beyond comprehension. It was a swarm of different sensations; the stretch, the burn, the pain of him hitting her cervix as he forced his entire length in and out of her. Purposefully clenching her pussy, she tried to force him out. She didn't realize that not only was this action futile, but would only serve to increase his pleasure.

The slave girl could feel herself ripping and would have looked down to investigate had he not had his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Though she had been close to tears multiple times this night, this was the first she cried, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks as stared at the ceiling. She almost hoped he would keep choking her until she died, knowing there would be no more pain if she was gone from this wretched world. Surely death was better than living as a slave to this man.

But he wanted her, had paid for her, and she knew the chances of him killing her now were slim to none. So she did the only thing she could think of, and went inside her own mind. Leah thought of her family, of the people she had known before raiders came to their small city and massacred almost everyone. She thought of the one family member that was still out there, how she was determined to find them someday. She couldn't give up. Wouldn't give up.

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Max felt the fight leave her and let go of her throat. Her pussy was so hot and tight he knew no matter how hard he tried he would not last long. Instead he slowed a bit, keeping his thick hard cock moving all the way in the out with long deep strokes. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and picked himself up so he could see her sweet young body underneath him as he pumped inside her.

His breathing became labored as he tried to hold on, but her luscious body with the sweet tightness of her pussy pushed him over the edge. His tailbone turned to goo as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Grunting deeply he felt his body spasm as he pumped his hot cum deep inside her.

Pausing a moment while laying across her tummy he tried to catch his breath. Then he pushed himself up and eased his thick cock from her pussy. Without pausing he put back on his pants before reaching up to untie her.

Then without a word he sat back down on the chair and took a drink of whiskey. After a long pull from the bottle he paused to look at her. Then he offered the bottle to her. "Here," he said calmly, "it'll help."

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Leah was brought back to the present when he grunted with release. Her eyes blinked slowly as she stared up at him. The pain in her core was horrendous, the most pain she had ever felt. She let out a soft whimper when he pulled himself from her.

Her movements were sluggish and deliberate. When he untied her hands she didn't pull her hands down right away. When she did, she put a hand between her legs, pulling it back to see her blood mixed with his cum. Somehow she wasn't expecting blood. She could feel him tear her, knew he had to be bruising her at the very least, but she hadn't expected blood.

She continued to stare at her hand until his movement caught her eye. Her face slowly turned toward him when he offered the whiskey. Carefully rolling onto her side, her shaking hand reached out to take the jug. She took two big swigs of it, coughing when she was done. "Is there-" Her voice was hoarse, raspy from all of her screaming. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Is there water? Please..." Leah's mouth was a desert, her throat on fire. Would he be so cruel as to keep that from her?

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Max watched her as she rolled back on the bed examining herself. When ran with the Gunners he had seen so many women and men receive so much worse that it was difficult for him to feel much for her. That she had stayed a virgin as long as she had in the wasteland was a miracle in itself, especially considering her sexy looks.

Max looked long and hard at her before getting up. She had been through enough for now, and denying her water seemed petty. He moved slowly to his rucksack, keeping a wary eye lest she make a move towards his shotgun, and removed a canteen of warm water.

Just as he made to toss it to her he stopped himself, his arm halfway through a tossing motion. "What's your name?" he asked in a demanding voice.

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Leah froze when he asked what her name was. Was it a trick question? Did he want to know her real name or was he expecting her to answer with the one he'd given her? Would he deny her water if she gave the wrong answer?

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say." The slave whispered, her bottom lip trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "The name you gave me?" She pushed herself into a sitting position, resisting the urge to lunge for the water. No. She needed to be good. "I'm Fuck Toy."


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An average night for Taylor, it was in the middle of winter in Michigan. He had just finished his last game of darts he'd won about $160 so far that night. He was pretty good at darts and found it best to hustle the rest of the bar on nights like tonight. He brushed his long dirty blonde hair out of his face and laughed at the person he'd just taken money from. He grabbed his glass off of the table nearby and finished off the last bit. It was what he'd normally ordered a double on the rocks. Scotch whiskey was his usual go to. After he finished the drink he began to count his money. He could feel the last three glasses begin to catch up with him but he could usually have one more and still be able to get himself home.

He took the glass to the bar and placed it down and ordered another round for himself. He paid and took the full glass and headed back to where he was hustling the dart board. He took a seat nearby and sat in wait for his next victim as he sipped his drink. The alcohol was strong and packed a hard bite but it was great to him.

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Riley scanned the scene before her. It was one she'd become fairly familiar with. Music played just barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of drunken conversation and laughter. Even she had become a fixture in the bar's nightly happenings. She was stationed at the corner of the bar dressed in a black skirt that barely met the midpoint of her thighs, stockings for warmth, a fitted dark blue blouse layered with a corset to emphasize her chest in a flattering way. She left her hair down to give her neck and the upper part of her back some warmth, however, she did bother spending a bit of time putting some curl to her usually straight deep red hair. She'd even bothered to accentuate her features with some makeup to try and make herself look more attractive. She was about to see if her efforts were in vain or not when she decided this night would be her best chance to pick up her latest target.

Picking up the daiquiri she'd been working on the whole night, she rose from her stool and strode confidently over towards her target with a coy smile on her lips.

"Hey, handsome," she purred out to the slightly feminine-looking male who'd been hustling the dartboard. Her voice held a trace of her natural Irish accent, but she'd been in America long enough that most people missed it. "Can I buy you a drink?"

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It wasn't long before Taylor was approached. A beautiful woman stepped toward him with a coy smile. He smiled back to her as she now stood in front of him. He raised his glass up to his mouth and drew a mouthful of the scotch into his mouth. He bit down onto a piece of ice as he looked her up and down. She was quite well put together he noticed every inch of her and when she spoke he enjoyed her voice, it was unique.

He grinned at her compliment and shook his head "I don't know about that, a pretty woman like you buying me a drink? Usually it's the other way around. I'll tell you what how about we play for drinks. Make a little bet, I win I buy, you win you buy. Sound good?" He finished as he raised the glass once again and took a larger mouthful this time. Almost emptying his glass. He set the glass on the table and stood up in front of her. He was a shorter than her but that didn't stop him from shooting his shot.

He walked over to the dart board and picked up the darts and walked back over to her. "How bout it, Winner buys. If you don't know how to play I can teach you, matter of fact I'll let you got first if you'd like." He added as he stepped closer to her.

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Riley smiled in amusement when he said it was usually the other way around. "I don't tend to follow many of society's norms," she replied with a sly smile like she was the keeper of a secret meant for him. She allowed him to continue speaking while she continued to smile her sly smile. "Darts, hm? That's a little simple, isn't it?" She replied as she watched him drink the majority of his drink. "Wouldn't something like poker be more fun?" She asked, taking a sip from her glass then shifting to put a hand on the curve of her hip and shifting her weight to make her hip a little more prominent in a provocative way.

Eventually, she let out a sigh and shifted to set her drink down next to his. "Alright, darts then." She was a little disappointed that her target was fixated on the game he tended to hustle, but whatever. She wasn't particularly bad at the game. She was actually pretty decent at it, but against a hustler and having plans for him, she wasn't about to risk losing this opportunity. "Do I get a handicap?" She asked a bit playfully.

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"Societal norms are what keep things in place though." Taylor told her. He liked the demeanor she had and the vibe she gave off was not something he had encountered everyday. When she suggested poker he smiled. He was pretty good at poker too but was nowhere near the best. He looked her up and down once again. He turned towards the dart board and threw the darts one after another with a small gap in between each throw. All three in the center. He placed his hands on his hips and looked back to her.

"I'll admit, it might be a bit unfair. So no handicap. For a lady like you I'll take you up in poker if you'd like. I'll play your game. I'm sure the bartender has got a deck behind the bar. I'll go check." He told her as he walked over and retrieved the deck. When he returned he placed the deck in the table and took a seat at the table. "So will you deal or will I?" He asked her holding the deck in the palm of his hand.

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Riley had to say she disagreed with the man's comment. What society considered to be acceptable wasn't always what it should have been and keeping things in a fixed position wasn't always best. Sometimes, what was on top needed to be brought low and tied to a post. This man before her, in the whole week of watching him, she had determined he was one that needed to be reigned back in. Since no one else seemed up to the task, she'd taken it upon herself to do so. Besides, she'd been running a little behind in refilling the stockyards with product and this one would make her a pretty penny once she had him properly trained.

She watched him throw the three darts, bullseyes each one, then looked to the man when he turned to her in his confidence and spoke again. She smiled softly and pretended to be embarrassed. "How kind of you," she replied while her insides turned with her deception. She then watched him head over to the bartender and retrieve the deck of cards kept there and took a sip of her daiquiri. Just as she was setting her glass back down, the dart hustler returned with the deck of cards.

"Since it was my idea to play poker, I think it's only fair I deal." She reached over and took the deck of cards from him, letting her fingertips barely brush against the palm of his hand as she did so before she moved to sit at the table and set herself to shuffling the cards neatly. First this way, then that, to prevent the cards from being bent too much in one direction.

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Taylor watched as she took a seat at the table her hands gracefully reaching into his to remove the cards. He continued to watch as she shuffled the cards. He watched as the cards fluttered between hands and deck. He was amused as he watched, she'd definitely seen her fair share of card games. Maybe he had just walked into a bit of a hustle like his previous victims. His eyes wandered over her taking not if her hair and her body. It was pretty neat that this beautiful woman had decided to approach him the way she did.

"Alrighty, deal em' woman." He laughed leaning forward in his chair. He placed his elbows in the table and jiggled his glass moving the ice around freeing up some liquid which he finished. He set the glass down and awaited his cards.

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Riley produced a coy smile at the male's words and immediately began to deal out two hands for poker. "My name's Riley," she said as she dealt out the cards, correcting him for calling her 'woman'. It was disrespectful in her mind to address someone by their gender, or assigned gender. Or presumed gender, as was her case. Outwardly, she presented herself as a female just to get by in the world, but in the privacy of her own home, she was entirely different. After all, she was more than just a woman.

"So if I win this hand, I get to buy you that drink right?" She asked as she gathered her hand in a small stack before picking them up and holding them so only she could see the values of the cards she held. It wasn't a bad start and with some clever sleight of hand, she should easily be able to win the game.

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"Riley, nice, I'm Taylor. And yeah that's the bet. If I win I buy." Taylor told her as he picked up the cards. He enjoyed the texture of the crisp cards in his hand. Tapped his cards on the table and the spread them to take a look and see how his luck fared. An Ace and an eight. "Interesting" he thought. The last time someone won a card game with aces and eight they got shot in the back of the head. The deadman's hand. His eyebrows flicked upward in a concerned manor.

His eyes looked back to her. "We wound normally bet but considering we're playing for drinks. I'm in so I'd check. What about you? Anything interesting?" He smiled. He laid his cards down and waited for her to turn some cards.

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Riley held her smile at Taylor's words. She watched him closely as he observed his cards. There were some minute changes to the other's features, but nothing particularly indicative of what he held. It was at least intriguing to the man but she had no other indications as to what he might be holding. Holding back a sigh, she looked back down to her own cards and pondered the king and queen of spades. That could potentially be a good hand. The flop held all the power though. She'd have to handle the cards extremely carefully from now on.

"Alright," she said as she shifted to fold one knee over the other then lean forward a little into the table, discretely emphasizing her chest. "I'll check as well," she answered before letting her hand rest facedown upon the table and reached for the deck, burning the top card then laying out a jack and ten of spades in addition to a four of diamonds. A little sleight of hand definitely helped, she admitted silently to herself. It was a start, at least. Maybe to try and give the guy a bit of hope, she'd save the ace for the river.

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Taylor watched as she folded her leg over her knee, it was kind of intoxicating to watch. He legs we slim and perfectly smooth looking. He couldn't help but ogle her as she laid down the cards. He bit his lip as he looked the cards over. He may lose. There truly wasn't anything he could play off of but he had to hope she flipped an ace or something. He tilted his head forward and tapped the table signaling he checked.

"I can tell you've played your fair share of cards." He told her as he laid his cards back onto the table and waited for her to make her next move. Thankfully they weren't playing for anything serious but she had a very competitive look in Her eyes. Maybe she truly did have something and was going to be the drink buyer. Only fate would tell.

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Riley was keenly aware of his eyes on her as she shifted. After all, it had been her intention to distract him with her body, to get him to lose focus for however long she could. She wanted him distracted and unfocused so she could manipulate the game in her favor. She was after more than just buying this man a drink and that required that she get things going the way she wanted them to. At his comment, she produced a sweet smile.

"My father was a prolific gambler. He taught me and my brothers how to play a multitude of gambling games. Not that he was particularly good at them." A laugh rose out of her at the mention of her father being a bad gambler. "I'm not as good as my brothers, but I can handle myself with a deck of cards," she added. It was a lie, but she was an unbelievably great liar. She would, without a doubt, be able to get away with her deception.

She checked her cards again just to keep up her charade then looked back to Taylor. He had checked so now it was time for the flop. She burned the top card again then displayed the next card in the middle. An eight. It had no effect on her hand so that was fine but now she had to be extremely careful about the river. She had to be absolutely certain the next card she drew was her ace of spades. If she was going to win this thing and capture this man, that was the only card she could draw.

"So what'll it be?" She asked playfully as if there was anything more to do than continuously check.

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Taylor listened to her as she allowed a bit of her history to slip from her lips. He shook his head knowing he'd made a mistake in games. But nonetheless he smiled. He watched her as she checked her cards he knew there was still time to win the hand but he didn't want to seem too eager if things did go his way. By her looks she either had a damn good poker face or she didn't have anything yet either. His mind wandered for a moment as he watched her he found himself fixated on her looks. Something about her just kept catching his eye.he couldn't pin point what it was. Maybe it was just her altogether.

She laid the next card on the table and felt a bit of relief knowing her had something. Not particularly what he needed but it was something. "Well I reckon I'll stay in till the end" he told her as he leaned back into his chair awaiting the final flip. If he was lucky he'd get an ace from the next flip and then he would know he'd have her beat.

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Riley smiled at his answer. He was dedicated, wasn't he? "Perfect," she purred out in response before moving her hand to burn the top card of the deck and draw the next one. With careful manipulation of her hands and her body, she pulled the ace she needed out of her sleeve and laid it out on the table as the final card. With the ace of spades on display, she had her royal flush. She kept her expression neutral as she turned her gaze up from the row of cards to look at the man she was playing with. What was he going to respond to this new card? It wouldn't win him the hand, she knew that much, but how close was it going to be since she was only focused on her own hand?

Giving the man time to consider his cards, she picked up her drink and took another sip of the daiquiri.


[User] Ellie completely ignored her pleas. "Bare feet are definitely ticklish. Very very ticklish." She smiled a sinister smile as she began working her tickling fingers up the woman's legs. She was trying to determine every ticklish spot that Emma had and seemed to have no intention of stopping before she was finished.

[Assistant] Emma cried out hoping the woman would stop but the woman continued and pushed until Emma thought she would break from the laughs and tears. But alas her body seemed to determine it wouldn't happen. She almost at this point hoped she passed out from the exhaustion this woman was causing her. She knew that the woman would continue to tickle her till her sides hurt from the laughter. "Stop." Was a common word she shouted, but it seemed to be to no avail.

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Taking notes as she went, the alien tickled every inch of the woman's body and made a tally of the results. "Top 3 ticklish spots on humans. Number 1, bare feet especially under the toes. Number 2, belly specifically around the naval area. And number 3, underneath the arms."

She finally stopped tickling her captive and then smiled. "You better get a good night's rest sweety because pain is going to be our next test. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow morning." The alien laughed and walked out of the room.

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Emma listened to her and watched as she stopped. Taking a deep breath she smiled. "Thank you." When she brought up pain she let the tears hit her again. "No!!" She cried out hoping someone would hear her, if not hoping that she could sleep enough.

Even though the bench was cold and hard her body slowly fell into a sleep as she was tired from the extensive use of her body.

[User] Ellie watched her through the viewing cameras and waited until she fell asleep. Pressing a button a machine appeared out of nowhere and injected something into the sleeping woman's arm. "Test number 3." She said to herself. "Handling nightmares." She laughed as she headed off to sleep herself. Her cameras would record every reaction to the nightmares that would come as a result of the special serum injected into the victim.

[Assistant] Emma tried to sleep before long evil dreams started to happen. When she could she tried to force herself awake but when that didn't work and she fell right back asleep with the nightmares she just let them work through. She was sure she screamed through her sleep. Her body was stressed from the dark images that filled her brain. She moved in her sleep best she could. She was tired from the day but it was hard without even a blanket to cover herself.

[User] In the morning Ellie reviewed the footage of the woman sleeping. "Subject thrashed around and screamed a total of 4 times. Much better than I expected." Then she went into the room and slapped her face to wake her up. "Rise and shine. It's time for you to scream for me." She laughed evilly.

[Assistant] As Emma woke from the crappy slap to the face she shuddered and looked at the woman. Aggressively blinking before she screamed. "Fuck! This was real?" She asked, surprised by the woman's ability to be so cruel that all of this was real. Shaking her head she wanted to cry. "Don't do this, I won't tell anyone, just let me go, please."

[User] "Oh I know you won't tell anyone. This isn't to keep you quiet. This is to take back to my people to tell them all about humans." Ellie laughed at the horrified expression on the woman's face. "Now scream!" She took a wire and placed it against the woman's naked breasts. It would send a high voltage electric shock through anything it touched directly. The alien's tentacle was immune to such electricity so she didn't care.

[Assistant] "They don't want to know this, I promise you. It's boring who cares how we fuck, or how we scream. None of its important, none of it. Its all real silly. How about you watch a football game? Actually, anything with a sport is much more interesting than this." Emma rambled, her words flowing as she prayed the woman would release her. Suddenly a wave of pain ran through her body and she screamed, a more inaudible gasp than formed, nothing but her mouth wide open from the horror as it struck her.

[User] Ellie held the wire on the breast for a moment before switching it to the other breast and trying that. Allowing the woman a small break she took her notes on the reaction to "breast shock therapy." Then she brought the wire down again but this time she stuck it inside the woman's pussy to see if that changed her reaction.

[Assistant] "FUCK!!!!" Emma cried out, her fist clenching into a tight ball and if possible she would try her best to fight, but when the shock went to the other breast the tears began to fall even further. She hoped that the woman would kill her, that she wouldn't be able to survive any more of this. But the moment it went inside her body in her most sensitive part she cried and screamed further. "Stop, please." She begged amongst the tears.

[User] "Pussy shock therapy makes the human beg for mercy. Interesting. It must hurt worse." Ellie laughed and put the wire away. "I'll make you a deal." She told the sobbing woman. "You can choose the next experiment. Mental, or sexual, and I will stop hurting you agreed?"

[Assistant] "Don't you have any compassion? Does this make you happy to see me practically begging?" Emma watched her, her eyes hard and forced with the pain she was being dealt. "What does mental entail?" She questioned, knowing that the sexual ones were definitely not something she wanted again. But the woman really wouldn't let her choose after all this?

[User] "I'm just learning. Your pain is how I learn. Remember those nightmares? That was test one of the mental." The alien Ellie laughed at the shocked and horrified expression on the woman's face.

[Assistant] Emma shook her head. "Its not learning its TORTURE!" She shouted at the woman, her brain frustrated with everything happening. "Fine try another mental one." Knowing it didn't cause her pain she hoped the woman would allow her that choice.

[User] Ellie smiled and grabbed a vial of green liquid. She injected it into the woman's arm. "Mental test number 2... dealing with hallucinations. This should be interesting! Have fun sweetie." She laughed and walked out of the room.

[Assistant] "Fuck you, bitch!" Emma cried out to the woman after the injection was completed, her mind already getting fuzzy with the torment, she didn't understand why she had to endure such awful things happening to her. If only it was anything else. Her eyes lit up upon seeing what she assumed would be something fake, if that's what she said they were, she had to try to remember that.

[User] The hallucinations were designed to be horrifying. Hideous monsters attacking her, giants coming to rape her pussy, and other things even more grotesque. Ellie watched from her film room taking notes on every reaction.

[Assistant] Emma looked around seeing the different things coming at her, slowly touching her and being rougher than the woman was. She knew she was screaming but she didn't hear it around the sounds of their awful vocals. Her voice was strained from her screams and cries and she knew that probably at the end it was nothing more than whispers.

[User] When the drug finally wore off Ellie returned. "That was fun. Now it is time for me to sleep. But you might not." She laughed and attached a vibrator to her clit and one to each nipple and turned them all on max. "Have fun!" She giggled and left the room again.

[Assistant] Glancing over at the woman she was tired, watching as they slowly faded away. They had felt so real and then she had returned, the evil bitch who had done this to her. "No!" Emma cried out, feeling the vibrator on her clit, the nipples as well before the woman left. She was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Her body didn't care as the stimulation continued to have her jump the cliff and return, hating the fact she had no control.


[User] Hesitantly Lyra took the cloth and wiped her lips and chin, blinking at the sight of the blood. Before answering him, she looked at the man on the floor. The front of his throat was covered in blood. Had she really done all that? That big hole in his throat. Lyra swallowed hard, slowly looking back up at Edward. His form still straddling her. "No. It wasn't." Lyra lied. Hoping she would never have to do that again. The thought made her queasy.

[Assistant] She cleaned her face and Edward grinned that smirk for it. He saw where her gaze trailed and he's chuckling something dark and quiet, only pleased and hoping that she was feeling guilt. Let her feel bad about it. "Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in slight disbelief. Higher demons, like he, were unable to lie. It was one of the downfalls of being a demon. They could squirt the truth, but not outright lie. Lower demons, however, didn't have the same restriction. "Well then that's a shame, isn't it? And he was so scared. Shame that his death did no good for anyone." He said with that dark grin, again trying to make her feel guilty. Yet despite his words, he leaned forward, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss on one of the cheeks.

[User] The young woman grimaced as she felt him kiss her upon the cheek. She let out a heavy sigh, squirming underneath of him. Her body feeling stiff. "Let me up... please..." She muttered, her tone irritated. The last thing Lyra wanted was to talk about the dead human male lying on the floor anymore. She felt guilty enough without adding more to it.

[Assistant] "I don't think so," Edward said smoothly, and just to make her uncomfortable, he grinded his hips against hers with a dark laugh. "I want to keep talking about this." He said with that dark cheer, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to her ear while he gently strokes her cheek with the back of one hand slowly. "Tell me more about how he tasted. Did you like it more than mine?" He asks it with that dark cheer, but the question hung in the air.

[User] To say the least, she was trapped. Lyra knew what he was doing. She wished he would send his body to the demon realm already. Her heart was pounding away in her ears loudly. "I didn't like either okay?" She growled, looking up at him with pleading gray blue eyes. Her body tensing as he caressed her.

[Assistant] Edward pulled away to look at her, an annoyed expression on his face. "I don't like lies, Lyra." He warned. "Tell me the truth. And... keep in mind that i keep you fed and alive, darling. If you don't like my blood... why should i let you have any of it? Why shouldn't I let you starve?" He asked, meeting those pleading blue eyes with his own cold blue ones.

[User] In fact, Lyra would rather starve. In truth, she had liked both. The human blood, and his blood. But it was clear that she could only consume demon blood. Why was he so morbidly interested? "Let... let me up." She growled, her eyes once more flaring red.

[Assistant] Edward lost his patience again, all at once. "I got you a present, darling. Tell me if you like it." He said, his voice deadly calm as he summoned a wicked looking black blade to his hand that he then moved to try plunge into her side, holding it there with one hand if he succeeded. He doesn't look pleased as he stared down at her. "No. I don't think i will be letting you up." And he's grinding his hips down into hers again, a wicked grin coming to his face as he did that. "Hm. That could be fun, right, darling?" He asked, still holding that blade into her side. She would heal fast, which was good. She would be no use to him if she were easy to kill.

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The young demoness watched as the dagger was summoned. Before Lyra could react, the dagger was plunged into her right side, all the way to the hilt. A loud, shaking growl escaped deep from her throat, her chest heaving as dark red demon blood oozed from the wound. She wouldn't die. But it would be very painful. It burned like a white-hot iron. Her heart beating like a mad drummer trying to leap from her chest. What... what in the world? She swallowed hard, her face locked in a grimace. Her skin pale as her blood continued to stain her clothing. Edward still straddling her lap with his own. His body much heavier and muscular compared to hers.

"Why?" She asked weakly, knowing it was a rather stupid question to be asking him.

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"Because it's valentine's day, sweetheart. And I'll have no one else as mine but you." For right now, anyways. In the future, maybe things would change, who knows. Edward was not sure if that answered her question of 'why', but he didn't care. His mind had fallen into the gutter and he wants so much more, now, and his eyes will skim over her needily, seemingly not even noticing the hand still holding the dagger into her side, or the blood.

"In fact, this is a holiday where people express love." He said simply, and he moved to grab the collar of her shirt with his free hand and all at once he'd push off of her, trying to pull her up off the kitchen chair only for him to them try to toss her ungracefully to the floor, leaving the dagger in her side for now. Once she hit the floor he'd move to try descend on top of her, to straddle her while she lay on the floor this time. "Let's have some Valentine's day fun." He suggested with a dark laugh, grinding his hips slowly against hers.

[User] The pain was white hot. There was an audible whimper as Lyra was tossed to the floor with a hard thump. Blood continued to ooze from the blade in her side. Demons couldn't die, but they could suffer as she was. Just as she was attempting to remove the blade, she found herself once straddled by Edward. Valentine's day fun? Lyra panted, her face locked in a grimace as she felt Edward begin to grind his hips against hers.

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Edward, of course, was having a great time. He was going to satisfy every desire he had with Lyra---he was just so glad that he'd found her. She was beautiful and submissive and all his. Only his. He looked down at her hungrily as she lay under him, not minding the blood or her pale complexion. Instead, he moved to yank the dagger out of her side all at once, and he'd touch her blood with a finger that he then moved to paint Lyra's lips a bit, with her own blood, before he's shoving his fingers in her mouth as he grinds his hips down against her again, wanting her to taste her own blood.

He's getting frustrated by the clothes that were currently separating him from what he wanted, so with that dagger in his free hand, he moved to carefully slip the tip between her flesh and her shirt, moving to try cut her shirt off slowly, his eyes hungrily trailing up the exposed flesh as he cut away more and more. "This is going to be a lot of fun, darling. For me, at least." He promised, licking his lips as he finished cutting away her shirt, unless she struggled.

[User] There was an audible growl of pain as the blade was removed from Lyra's side. The blade eagerly and easily cut away her clothing, and soon her upper body was naked. Her breasts exposed. Lyra squirmed, her side burning from the blade that had been stabbed inside of her. It had stopped bleeding now at least. Her bloody shirt cut to ribbons and tossed to the tiled floor of the kitchen.

[Assistant] Once Edward had cut away her shirt, he was moving a hand to push her head to the side and hold her head down to the ground while he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, taking it in his mouth as he sucked on it, occasionally giving it a little bite that was meant to only hurt a little. With his other hand he's moving to start undoing his own pants, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat around her breast. He moved to take her nipple in between two teeth and say "Mine," though a little muffled, and then he's moving to shove more of her breast in his mouth, and he's sucking harder this time, intending on giving her a hicky on her breast, to mark her as his. He's completely forgotten that she was injured and bleeding now, his mind definitely on other things right now.


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After Darius knew she would be safe he left after grabbing the magic scrolls. She couldn't be paid in gold for the quest but he could give her a gift as his right as guild master. He quickly went back and Jane gave him a curious look as he was back earlier than expected. "Yes Jane I know I am early but she should have finished the job already." He left her and went into his office and looked at the scrolls.

When he read the scrolls they scared the shit out of him when he knew what they were. One was an intro to light magic and was likely to give the reader light magic. The other was a scroll that could trap the intended target. He couldn't give her both but he was willing to give her the light magic scroll even though it was the opposite of his. The two could work well together or be each other's weakness. All that was left was for her to come back with proof of her kill or for word to circulate around town.

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As she slipped out of the building and it was clear she was safe, Elena took part of the clothing and ripped it before wiping away the blood from Varigan's now dead corpse. Though it wasn't clear evidence she was sure that he had helped her somehow. The female was soon back and changed within the inn. She would focus on her weapons later, for now she needed to report back to the guild. Tossing away the clothing she had stolen and wandering back out into the town. Her feet carrying her to the door of the guild before she stopped for a minute.

He was sure to bring up what had happened. Whether he decided to make it public to the guild was a different story. Shrugging away the thoughts, Elena opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes wandering around the room scanning for Darius. Though when she didn't see him she had ideas of where he would be. If he had followed her then he was on his way back. That or he was likely in his office. The female wasn't going to rush as she stepped to the table she had sat at the night before and waited.

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Darius was still contemplating his decision on the magic scrolls when he was informed that she had returned. She finished the contract so she passed that but what was her connection to the lord. He didn't hear everything but he caught bits and pieces of their conversations. The lord had at one point considered marrying her so they apparently had a history.

Finally he stood and walked out to Rosalin and sat down with a welcoming smile. "Well my dear it seems you have done the job. My birds have confirmed it for me." He leaned back and chuckled with a laugh. He thought for a moment on how to word the next thing about his gift to her. It was usual for someone to tail the recruits but not normally the guild leader.

He placed the scroll on the table and nudged it to her. He sighed and looked her in the eyes as he eyed his knife. He didn't say anything because he felt she might get upset. "So that is my gift to you for completing the contract. That scroll will give you the option to learn light magic, it could be useful for disorienting to foes and the like." He leaned in and smiled. "And if your ready for another job in the next few days you can knock out your gift to me."

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Elena's gaze shifted as she spotted Darius walking over. Her eyes narrowing as she placed the Dagger on the table along with the bloody clothing. She didn't speak as she held no kind words for Darius at the moment. She would have found a way but he had saved her anyway. "I'm well aware..." She spoke lowly as he placed the scroll on the table. Her eyes lowering to it as she listened. A gift? Was that something all members got? She didn't question it however. The idea of another job sounded revolting. Though she showed no signs of her feelings.

"I need a day or two to get situated but yes... I suppose I will be ready. This dagger here I believe is yours so I'll return it now. Do you need anything else of me or is that all?" Her tone showed that she wanted to move along. The princess didn't know how long Darius had been tailing her and how much he overheard. She would rather not stay for his questions if she didn't have to. She needed her answers first. If she was correct then anyone in the guild could be a suspect. She would have to look for clues.

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Darius smiled as she put his dagger and gave him an accusatory tone. She was mad but she didn't know the whole story or how the guild works. As much as they were assassins they were not in the business of just letting people in the line of duty. Most worked with partners so that skills matched up.

He shook his head. "Take your time and know that we work in teams here and as long as you are a newbie you will have a tail. I went only because you were my first prospect for the guild. Your next mission you will be partnered up with who Jane thinks best would work with you.get your rest and when ready find me here or at the brothel." He walked away and walked to his door but stopped before to shout out to Jane. "Jane get the girl a partner before her next job." She nodded and he was in the office the next moment.

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The excuse was quite effective and she wondered if it was the truth. If so then why had she not known he was there? If he was supposedly her partner then she would have known he would be there. It was apart of it all and she had to go along with it anyway. "Very well..." She spoke. Though she did have a curiosity as to how much he had heard but asking about it would only cause suspicion to the fact she was a princess. The Lord had even voiced her name. She still tasted the blood from his kiss.

With her business attended to, Elena left to go do some shopping for clothes, armor, and weapons before returning to the inn in time for dinner. Having the stew that was offered before heading upstairs to her room to examine the scroll she had been given. Light Magic? She didn't know much about magic but it sounded interesting. With what Darius had said to her it seemed relatively useful.

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Darius went to his paperwork and noticed something he had never thought he would see. In the top right drawer of of the desk was a letter from one of their old informant's. The letter was titled Darius's mother, his heart started to pound. He hoped years ago that he would try and find her but he had given up. All the letter said was that she was alive.

The rest of the time he spent waiting on Rosalin to come back for her new mission. He would be putting jobs together for his members all the while he would also be stocking upon supplies for the mission as well. He had secured a big contract but he wasn't able to take it for now until he had people he could trust to run the guild while he was away.

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Elena arrived back at the Guild a day earlier than she had planned. Everything she had to do had gone smoothly. As she entered the room eyes turned to her. She was still rather new. Her clothes were similar as before however the leather that made her outfit was no longer the high grade stuff the Knights wore. Her armor was already trashed. She had replaced the two daggers and had acquired a better bow and quiver. Her eyes landing on the one called Jane she had seen him yell to before. "Could you let Darius know I'm here for the mission?" She spoke before moving back to her table to sit.

She thought back to the scroll and what she had learned so far. It wasn't much and she had practiced a little. He had given her a gift and she had already started to use it. Magic was foreign to her. The castle was never blessed with wizards visits. Though she had heard of it before. It wasn't uncommon but it wasn't commonly practiced. It would take time for her to get the hang of it but for now she had an understanding of the basics.

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Darius was in the middle of balancing numbers on a job when Jane came into the office. "She's here boss." Jane turn and went back to tending the bar. He stretched happily because it was a distraction from the paper work. He stood and put his new guild master armor on and walked out to meet Rosalin.

He sat down in front of her and winced internally as he sensed the light magic within her. It was not overwhelming but it made him want them to sit at different tables. He yelled over to Jane. "So Jane who is our little rabbit to be paired with." Jane smiled at Darius. "Well guild master only available senior is you Darius so have fun."

Darius had a slight scowl but he would be happy to get out again. He stood and then motioned for Rosalin to follow him. "Alright well since you came let's go to the brothel." He walked there with her in silence and when they got there he opened the door for her. "In you go Rosalin and find a place to sit I am right behind you."

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Elena once again shifted her gaze as the male came from his office. She was in a brighter mood now that she had gotten settled into the village. Though she still held quite the serious demeanor as he spoke. It appeared that she would be paired with him. The idea didn't sound compelling and it wanted her to delay her choice but instead she nodded and stood. She felt something from Darius upon his approach that made her recoil for a moment. Perhaps it was what she had learned from her scroll.

As they walked it seemed they would be going to the brothel anyways. As he opened the door for her she stopped. "May I ask why we are here?" She inquired. She wasn't aware of what business they would be tending to and she didn't want to keep following him blindly. Being compliant was hard enough, but following him in complete ignorance wasn't going to happen.

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Darius just knew she would ask a question and she did. She asked him why they were there and he looked inside. He owed this place a lot for his upbringing granted the girls who were there now were not the ones who raised him except for the three ladies of the house's. He closed the door and sighed a little before standing tall. His eyes conveyed some sadness yet happiness as well.

"Well Rosalin the ladies of the house's of the three accepted brothels in the kingdom helped raise me. They had a threat from some merchants and asked me for my help. I cant put out a contract myself so I made your gift to me for getting into the guild." He looked back at the door. "Now can we go in please?"

[Assistant] As Darius stated their reason she nodded. She held no business there and she wasn't going to be led into a trap. She had already fallen for one. "Yes we can. Thank you." She spoke though the tone was a bit apprehensive at the end. Her eyes turning to the door as instead she opened it and walked inside. Her eyes exploring the building as she walked inside.

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As soon as Darius stepped inside a black woman in her late 50's turned around and smiled wide. She then quickly ran up to him wrapping him in a warm hug and kissing his cheek. "Hello mother Shauna how are you?" The woman chuckled with bright happy eyes. "Well since my son is here to protect me I am doing much better. Now you and your friend sit down and I'll go have the kitchen get some food and drink ready." She bounded off and one could see why she was the mistress of the house. Even in her fifties she was more beautiful than most twenty to thirty year olds.

Darius shook his head as she would keep cutting him off from speaking and he eventually just hung his head in defeat. When he turned back he looked Rosalin in the eyes and motioned to a corner booth. When they had both sat he sighed a little. "Well the was one of my mothers Shauna she is the bubbly one of the three and the most motherly. She means well pot can get a little overwhelming. Now as for who is attacking I don't know but you and I need to stay here until then." He leaned back and relaxed a little.

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Elena was quite confused as to what could be attacking the brothel but as he watched the interaction between the male and a woman who looked no older than her mid twenties. The way she spoke and her tone gave her away as much older than that. It was clear that she was a very caring and gentle person. It gave her a sense of security and she felt herself loosen a bit as she took a seat.

"That is fine." She spoke. However the princess was more interested in learning at this point. Her curiosity finally finding its peak. They were alone and it was a perfect time. They could be interrupted if things got out of control. "So I know that you followed me on my first contract... How much... How much did you see?" She questioned as her gaze finally landed on him.

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Darius watched as his mother bounced off and then turned back to Rosalin. He was about to speak when she started talking he smiled as she did making it seem like he wasn't going to speak. She talked about her first mission and his following her and then asked him just how much he heard of the interrogation or so he would put it to be nice.

"Well Rosalin the main thing a heard was that he was apparently going to try and marry you. Which makes me wonder if your whole story of who you are was even close to true. The other thing I am thinking is that your now more dangerous and more useful at this point so I'll keep you in the guild till you either don't listen to an order or you kill the wrong person. You should know that we do take hits on our own people." He sat back and waited for his mother to come back.

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Elena wasn't that surprised when he spoke of what he had overheard. She had held the surprise easily but it was becoming a realization that he was a smart man and that hiding her identity was becoming even more difficult now. The former princess now began weighing in her decisions as to how to approach the topic. Her spot in the guild was threatened... Her very life if she didn't come up with something to manipulate what he heard into a liable story capable of holding some sort of persuasive truth.

It took a few moments of silence before she spoke up. Deciding the best way to get through without revealing herself was to spin bits of truth in the story by reliving a bit of her past. "I'm no commoner... That much was a lie... Though I'm sure you knew that when you eyed me the day we met. I was a noble but renounced that life... The Lord wasn't very kind when we had last spoken... That wasn't the first time he had tried to force himself upon me either. The target was one I held no problem in eliminating. As far as my allegiance to the guild is concerned you shouldn't be worried. I just prefer to keep my past behind me."

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Darius looks Rosalin over with a blank face and a curious mind. If she thought her poker face was good she never played a decent game. She was not a bad liar just not a good one. He took a drink of his whiskey and passed her the bottle. She was going to learn the hard way if she tried anything. He could be forgiving but you don't threaten the guild or a client. You also don't make kills for self gain, you do it for the kingdom.

"No I will question your allegiance to the guild, that is my job to protect the guild and the kingdom from those who are trying to hurt the people. I have killed my own, I have killed those who were bad for the kingdom, the only kill that wasn't an order was the former guild leader. So you can say whatever you want about your loyalty to the guild bit your words mean nothing until you have clout in the guild." He smiled as his mother brought them food and then she went off with an arriving customer.

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Elena went completely silent after that. She didn't know what to say and she decided to leave it where it was. He didn't know who she was yet or else he would have said or done something. Whether he had thought her words a lie she also didn't know. What she did know that her best option was to stay silent for now. Stay away from any further discussion on the topic. It was too early to display herself and she still had little evidence as to who she was looking for. She had already ruled out a few just based on her brief time within the guild. Overing chatters and personality as well the way they held themselves. That can change during a job but the signs were there. She hadn't ruled Darius out yet.

"So you said the guild only targets those that have a target or are harmful to the kingdom yet you said you killed the former Master of the guild... What would lead you to do such an action? Was there a target on him?" The accusation wasn't firm but it was there. A way to see if her target was already dead. If her fathers killer was the man before Darius then her chase was for nothing from the start.


[User] Carrie couldn't help but blush and smile as she listened to Jackson calling her beautiful. She was still moaning loudly as they continued, and admittedly, it wasn't as bad as Carrie had thought it would be. Jackson was actually kind of good in bed. It wasn't too much longer before Jackson came in her and cursed in pleasure. Carrie wasn't sure why he was hugging her so tightly, but she smirked as he mentioned that she was his. For now, it seemed like she could use Jackson's desires for her against him, and she was thrilled about that. She softly kissed him once more, smiling up at him.

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"Were you pleased, my love?" He asked her wanting to make sure she was content. Her pleasure was all he desired. He wanted her to be happy, he smiled at her gently as he positioned himself off of her, once finished. Leaning close he accepted her kiss and gave her a bit more.

"Oh how perfect you are. I can't tell you what this means to me." He nuzzled closer to her and looked up and smiled. "Would you like something different then the smoothie? I can make you anything else that you want?" He asked her wanting to make sure she got what she needed for her nutrition and health.

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Carrie smiled up at Jackson as he asked her a question. "Mmm, it was good babe." Carrie said softly. The kiss was soft, and Carrie would admit she really liked kissing Jackson. If it weren't for this situation, Carrie might have found she would have really liked Jackson. He seemed sweet, though he did still have her kidnapped and stuck in a damn room. It was conflicting. She wanted to escape, because she didn't want to be a captive just because he loved her. Carrie might have been open to dating him seriously if this wasn't a forced situation, and Jackson didn't even see it that way.

"You're sweet." Carrie said softly, staying close in his arms. "I would love some sort of like.. pasta thing." Carrie said with a smile. "But yeah, no. You ever try to force-feed me a smoothie again, and I'll have to hurt you." Carrie admitted.

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Jackson looked at her. When she agreed that she enjoyed herself he kissed her cheek. "My princess. I'm glad to hear that. I really am." He said watching her carefully and when he heard her mention something else he grinned. "I will make you literally anything. I don't want you getting malnutritioned."

He sat up and smiled at her. "I apologize. I didn't want you going hungry. It's all good food though, I will save it for tomorrow as the crate of food doesn't land till the end of the month." He said smiling as he stood up. "If you don't pull any funny business on me, I'd love to show you the house, and let you eat at a dining table."

With that he opened a doorway in the room that had two sides. "We took some of your stuff and I bought some fancy stuff most women would like. Weather permitting of course. Sunglasses, hats, swimsuits so forth. It's all yours. Even though I'd love to keep you naked all the time, you dont want to get burned here with the hot sun."

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Carrie smiled as Jackson kissed her cheek. He was sweet, when he got what he wanted, it seemed. "You do realize I can cook too?" Carrie pointed out softly. Jackson stood up and apologized, but Carrie only nodded. "Seriously, Jackson?" Carrie asked him as he said something about a crate of food. "I'm a city girl, I don't like the idea of not even getting to pick fresh foods or go on real dates..." Carrie pointed out.

She slipped on a dress as she watched Jackson open a doorway she hadn't noticed before. He listed off things he had essentially stolen for her and Carrie smiled. It was clear the kind of things Jackson wanted to see her in, even if none of it was her style. Not to mention, she kind of hated being in the heat. "Thanks." Carrie said softly. He didn't need to know she didn't like this, let alone the idea of being stuck on a damn island with a guy she didn't know or like.

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She looked so beautiful when she smiled. Jackson's heart stirred a little when she spoke about her cooking. "You are more than welcome if you want to. I just don't want you to think you are obligated to work or anything. You are here to have fun and see that I can give you everything you ever dreamed of and more."

When he mentioned her being a city girl and so forth he smiled. "I never said we are to stay on the Island forever. When I know you don't want to run or try to trick me to run, then I am more than willing to go with you. But when I know you want then just tell me what you want to see and away we go."

He said with a smile as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a box of pasta out of the cupboard. "You still want to cook?"

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Carrie couldn't help but smirk as he listened to Jackson. "What else am I going to do? For crying out loud, I like the busy city. There's not much to do here, and I am technically trapped." Carrie pointed out. She didn't have to like it. It wasn't like she chose this. No, Jackson decided the only way he'd be able to keep her for his use, was the kidnap her and trap her in his home. "In what world does that make sense?" Carrie pointed out. "I'm not spending all of my waking time with you like a damn trapped slave. I prefer freedom as opposed to whatever this is. Your version of love involves forcing me to be by your side at all times." Carrie pointed out coldly.

It wasn't in Carrie's nature to want to be around a guy all the time, even if they were dating. It was why she never planned on moving in with anyone or marrying. There was no way she wouldn't get very annoyed by some guys constant presence. She liked her independence, besides, it wasn't like she actually liked Jackson or enjoyed his company. He was just a creep to her, and Carrie was going to escape somehow. If not, she would probably kill herself, because Jackson was way too much to handle and she knew he would drive her to either stabbing herself or him.

"No." Carrie finally said, feeling frustrated that Jackson was really going to make her stay by his side until she died. Carrie was going to go insane being around Jackson 24/7. Even if she did have feelings for him, she didn't like being around her boyfriends all the damn time. In truth, Carrie wasn't really the type to be clingy and near her boyfriend all the time. It turned her off, hence why her relationships were casual. Jackson had always seemed like he was a creep, and that he would cling to her if they dated. Carrie still wanted no part of it, but Jackson had kidnapped her.

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Jackson watched her carefully as she spoke. Letting her get her time to be angry. He walked over to her carefully and placed his hands on her shoulder. "Carrie." He leaned closer to her. "We will stay here on the Island House until you want to go to one of the city properties. I want you to see what I mean. How I feel for you. If you do and I know you aren't going to leave me at the first chance. Then we will go to any city in all the world. You ask and you can receive."

He had money to spend and wanted to spend it all for her. He looked at her carefully. "When I know you see what I see when you feel as I feel." He said taking her hand and placing it on his heart. "Then I want to ask you to marry you one day. I want us to grow old together and all the things that come with it. The moment I saw you, Carrie, I knew."

His heart was pounding at it all. "Try this. For me? If you hate being with me so much then in a year you can go. Forget about me and take whatever you want with you. Will you? Don't fight this, just let this time consume us, then if you despise it all, go and leave me to forever be alone, because there will be no one else in my life that I am destined to be with other than you."

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Carrie was beyond frustrated with Jackson. He was asking way too much, but he wasn't even giving her much of a choice. No, he did this to her with absolutely no regard for her desires for freedom in any relationship. She was literally a prisoner for Jackson, stuck on this damn island with no hopes of escape unless she could get him to take her back into the city. Jackson was kind of pissing her off even more right now as he explained his plan, which to him, obviously meant she was going to be by his side until the day she died. It was going to kill Carrie. She wouldn't like to spend her life by some guy's side even if she did love him. She needed space and her own freedom to do as she pleased. Jackson was literally going to drive her to the point where she would probably wind up stabbing him or herself to escape this prison. The worst part was that Jackson didn't even seem to realize that she needed freedom. Even if she truly did love Jackson, Carrie would never survive a relationship where they were together at all times. It just wasn't her style.

"What is your problem?" Carrie couldn't help but question. "Seeing as you've been obsessed to the point of stalking me, you know I can't spend every day and every second with any guy. I'm very independent, and people drive me crazy if I have to be by their side all the time. Why would you think you're somehow special? That I would love being by your side at all times?" Carrie pointed out coldly. It was very obvious that Carrie was already miserable that she had no way to get away from him. It wasn't like Jackson was going to let her have her friends to spend time with, or a job to get out of this damn house and get away from him, even for an 8 hour shift.

Carrie had to laugh at Jackson's offer. As if he was giving her any type of choice at all! "It's not like you're giving me a choice. I didn't get the chance to choose to be here, and now you're asking me to try for an entire year as if it was my decision to date you or be kidnapped, stolen from my life because you decided you were going to have me even if I hate it." Carrie pointed out coldly. "I don't want to!" Carrie nearly yelled. "Why can't you see that what you've done to me is beyond wrong?" Carrie said coldly. "I could never love a man who's literally forcing me into it. A damn prisoner who's forced to sleep with you and pretend I like it."

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Jackson looked at her and listened to her ramble and fumigate with her anger. Part of him knew what he did was wrong but he was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. Carrie was the first person to reject him and not even give him a chance. He'd have understood if she had even tried and didn't like him but she wasn't even trying.

As she spoke of her lies and deceit he walked closer to her before reaching out and placing his hands firmly on her shoulder, backing her against the wall. "You won't even try this." He said the anger seething through him but he didn't plan to hurt her yet. He leaned close to her and leaned his lips near her ear, " You are here, and your life is here now. At this time everyone thinks you have gone on a trip to an island with no cell service. I can have you go missing with a snap of my fingers." He said fearfully snapping his fingers in front of her.

"I can make you be dead to the world as well. I can and will kill anyone else if you want too. I try and try to play nice but you, are being a very difficult girl. Now you are going to eat something, you will go outside for a walk with me. Or you can go and be locked in that room again, either way you are going to try. Stop denying and try, damn it." He said as he pounded his fist against the wall.

"Do I make myself clear?"

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Shit. That was the only thing Carrie could think at the moment. She had gotten so enraged that she'd told Jackson it was all a lie. But man, he was frustrating. He was impossible, and she really didn't like him. Carrie's expression changed from rage to fear as Jackson backed her into a wall and held her there with his body. "I will not try. All you're going to get from me is pure hate for an entire year. You don't just deserve a chance because you're fucking trying to force me to give you one." Carrie pointed out coldly.

"By all means, go ahead. Because if I can't escape and I can't kill you, I WILL kill myself to get away from you. I'd rather die than be yours." Carrie said coldly. It was funny that Jackson thought he could stop her, but it wasn't like Jackson could watch her every single moment of every day. He had to sleep eventually, and she would find a way to kill herself. It definitely felt like a idea better than the alternative, being forced to try to see Jackson as anything other than her asshole kidnapper.

Carrie no longer cared for Jackson, especially as he slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. He seemed violent and insane! "Then lock me in the room again. I'm never going to give you a chance, forget trying. It's not like you are even a nice guy. You have nothing that can redeem you that would make me want to give you a shot. You're just a rich asshole who takes what he wants even when you're clearly not someone's type." Carrie pointed out coldly. She knew that being locked in that room would make for a horrible time, but it wasn't like Jackson was going to let her go. The room was plain and cold, with very little in the way of blankets. But Carrie would rather be stuck in the room, losing her mind in captivity.

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Jackson watched her, his breath hot and heavy as it came through his nostrils. He was trying to stay calm as best as he could but he was angry with her. She never tried, she never looked his way or gave him a chance. With a few emails and even phone calls never did she try, so he had to do ti the hard way and kidnap her. The way she spoke to him hurt him but he wasn't going to let her see that.

"If I have to, I will tie you up and prevent you from escaping. I do have a latex suit that will keep you nice and toasty. I just wanted you to try, you won't even try one time with me. You won't try to be friendly, I am not asking for a miracle, but you are making it to be one. My methods might be not the most normal way, but YOU didn't even try back when I was just a simple call on your phone."

He looked at her as he held on to her shoulders and arms. "I want you, there is no surprise there. But you don't try so tell me how I am to work with you? Will everything I do be by force?"


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It was now or never. Draco had fumbled with his backpack for a few moments before the door burst open and Ginny Weasley walked in. He stared at the girl as her fingers darted towards her wand. And then the brunette had intervened. It was a relief to notice the read-head stomp back downstairs. He gave Hermione a wry smile. "Thanks. She's apparently not very happy to see me here. I guessed it'd happen." He pulled down the zipper, exposing the glass of Butterbeer he'd stuffed carefully inside. It wouldn't do to delay anymore. He couldn't tell who else might butt in.

"Here," he offered it to the brunette, wondering whether she'd notice that it tastes slightly different. If it'd been concocted properly, it wouldn't. It should feel as if she were drinking normal Butterbeer. "To new beginnings, huh? Please drink this, Hermione." He waited with bated breath.

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Hermione looked a bit confused as she watched him pull the butterbeer from his backpack. She had expected him to buy her one at a tavern or something like that, but after cooking all day, she wasn't going to complain.

She took the bottle, then pulled out her wand and cast a quick cooling charm on it to make it cold, then held it up in a bit of a toast, "To new beginnings then. Cheers." She drank deeply, sighing at how refreshing it was.

Only moments later as she was taking another long drink, it occurred to her how handsome Draco really was. He was stunning. Why had she never told him how she felt in school? Obviously the teasing by him had all been an attempt to get her attention. Instead she was stuck with this freckly git and his overbearing mother. She wanted to just run away with him, but how?

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Draco eyed her reaction closely for a subtle change of expression. If it hadn't worked... well, he didn't want to think about it. His heart was pounding somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple as he waited. He'd been planning towards this moment for quite a while now. He hoped she didn't figure out that the Butterbeer tasted slightly different or something. And then his eyes widened. Wasn't she looking at him a bit differently? He thought so.

"Well?" He smiled, softly touching her arm. If anything had to happen, it'd be now. He hesitated for a moment before throwing caution to the winds. Leaning forward, he kissed the corner of Hermione Granger's mouth.

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The kiss shocked Hermione. Had he read her mind? She couldn't believe that just as she finally realized her feelings for Draco, he decided to make a move. Did this mean he felt the same about her? A fleeting concern passed through her mind about what would happen if someone saw, but this was everything she wanted, and she couldn't bring herself to care who saw.

Hermione kissed Draco back. It was a quick kiss, but a passionate one. She leaned back, a bit breathless as she looked into his eyes and said, "Draco…I love you. I think I always have. I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it, but I'm saying it now. I don't want to marry Ron, I want to be with you."

She gave Draco a longing stare, terrified that she'd said too much and that he would be scared away. She didn't know what she would do if he left.

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A tingle of pleasure rushed through his body as Hermione returned the kiss. It was almost as if he were electrocuted (in a pleasant way). He could hardly believe it. It'd worked. She was obsessed with him now. He smiled back, taking a few breaths as if he'd run a mile. She tasted good. "I love you, too," he whispered, pulling the brunette in for another kiss. His tongue rolled over hers' as they made out. Her breasts were pressed against him and he couldn't feel aroused. He stroked her hair before straightening up. It was impossible to know whether someone would break into the house. It was best to let go for now.

"You want to be with me, huh? We can do that. But first-" he lowered his voice so that no one else would hear. "Why don't I make you feel good in a way even Ron hasn't?" He gently stroked Hermione's arms, smiling softly. "Well? We're just having dinner right now, aren't we? Come on. Maybe... beneath the table?"

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Hermione was on top of the world. She had finally kissed him, after so long! She was irritated at the thought of having to have dinner with the Ron and the rest of the Weasleys. She just wanted to beg Draco to take her away, and to never come back here again, but perhaps that was cruel to Molly and Ginny. So she would get through this evening, and then somehow she'd make Draco take her home with him.

She blushed crimson at Draco's words. Was he really asking what she thought? It didn't matter though, she'd let him take her right on the dinner table if he asked. She nodded breathlessly, "Please Draco. I want you so badly."

At that moment, Molly called out that it was time to eat. Hermione had to fight to keep from dragging him to the table, but she made sure Draco was seated next to her, with Ron on the other side, that git.

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"So," Arthur Weasley gave Draco a dry smile. "How're things at home?" He was trying to make sure that the boy didn't feel unwanted in the Burrow, as most people were giving him the side-eye. Harry Potter was present, and had given Draco a grudging nod when he saw him in the dining room. He didn't say anything else, except continue talking to Ginny. "Oh, not too bad." Draco muttered. He guessed that the Weasleys had a good idea of what was happening. Their father seemed to be trying to be nice.

Draco's fingers fumbled with his wand as he spoke. This was the moment. "Oh, I'll be right back. Excuse me." He walked off, staying outside for a while. The chatter continued as he leaned against the wall outside, listening. Finally, he crawled back into the room, making sure that no one could see him except Hermione. He tucked himself beneath the table, hoping that the covers would conceal him properly. He leaned closer to Hermione, stroking her legs softly. His fingers fumbled with the hem of her dress. "Want me to continue?" he said softly.

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Hermione had tuned out the conversations around her. It was always nice to see Harry, and normally she'd love a chat with Ginny, but right now, all she cared about was Draco. He was so close to her she could feel his warmth. She could smell his cologne and the scent made her want to sink to her knees and worship him right there.

Draco, however seemed to have a similar idea first. At his stroking of her legs, she nearly sighed out loud, but managed to control herself. Were they really doing this here? It didn't matter. He wanted it and that's all she cared about. "Please Draco," she whispered back, desperate to have him, any way he wanted.

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Draco smirked. She was enjoying it, and he could tell that much. Harry looked curiously at the brunette as she sighed, and then went back to his porridge. "So, have there been any raids recently?" Mr Weasley prompted. Harry shook his head. "No, not really... most of the stuff is too trivial for Aurors, you know."

"I wonder whether Draco knows that you've been working?" Ginny piped up. Her boyfriend shrugged. "I've got no idea, really." He glanced at the door. "Where's he? Don't bother inviting him back," the youngest Weasley child replied. There were a few sniggers around the table. Arthur looked disapproving.

Draco continued his ministrations, before slowly parting aside her panties. He cleared his throat for a moment. "Mmm... I can see that you're excited," he muttered. With a meaningful look at Hermione, he leaned forward and gave her privates a tentative lick.

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Hermione moaned as Draco's tongue swept between her legs, hiding it in a cough as she tried desperately to get herself under control. She nodded along to the conversations around her, desperate to be away from these people and alone with the only person who mattered.

Hermione spread her legs wider for Draco, unable to believe how good it felt having his warmth between her thighs. He could surely taste how wet she was for him. Based on the tingling in her toes, this wouldn't take long. She didn't know if she'd be able to keep quiet then, but it didn't matter much. She was pleasing Draco by letting him have his fun and that was all she cared about.

She took another swig of her butterbeer, more than half gone now, and as the addition potion took effect, she nearly orgasmed right then.


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In the beginning, when she'd been brought here, Amira would have feared the king would go for her wings. So in those early days, she'd fought and railed and screamed at anyone who came near. But somehow, somewhere in that time, this king had charmed her. And now, she couldn't imagine fighting against him anymore. "I was wondering if you might... let me outside to fly? I need to stretch my wings, make sure they're still functioning as they should."

She knew she was his pet, as well as his lover, but she hoped he wouldn't keep her completely caged up. "I know my place is beneath you, but I'm used to much more freedom. I miss it, parts of my life before you found me."

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Bolstrom welcomed her by his side, his smile now apparent but still subtle as He watched her shift closer to his side. He heard her request and gave a slightly larger smile to her. "Of course. This can be arranged. No need to explain yourself to me. I understand the need to stretch one's legs, or wings in this case. After our bath we can take to the tower and you may fly to your hearts content." He promised her with a nod and an affirming gleam in his eyes.

Peering back to the clear water around them, the heat not daring to chill by any means. "Having you by my side has been... the greatest honor I could ever dream to host. I do hope We will have a long relationship between the pair of us. You've down more for me then what my..."dear" wife has done, that's for certain." He told her, just before he lifted her by hand, slipped her over his lap, and had her sit, now with her cute butt propped nicely on his lap, subject to his increased infatuation.

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"I know. But I want our good relationship to stay that way. I don't want you to feel how you do about your wife, to feel like that about me. I truly want to be with you and love you the way you deserve." And hearing him express how Amira made him feel by just being beside him, made her smile. It lit up her face, made her blue eyes twinkle, and she felt oddly safe to share what was troubling her. But before that, she was caught off guard by him picking her up and settling her in his lap.

Undressed and no longer hidden by the water, her full c cup breasts were on display. Soft skin, smooth as a baby's bottom, pleasantly tan from days flying under the sun. While her waist was small, her hips were wide, her legs lean but strong, just like her shoulders to bear the might of her wings. But as her surprise wore off, her features turned serious and she sighed.

"Some nights I can't sleep. Sitting on the balcony helps, but lately I've woken up, sweating. Tears in my eyes, heart racing from terrible nightmares." Just talking about it, brought it back to the surface but she tried to block it out. "I've never been afraid before. But your wife... she scares me master. I'm afraid if given the chance, she'd love to torture me, to take my wings from me." Falling quiet, she sighed again and tucked her head under his chin. "I'm just scared."

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Holding her in his lap, Her chest now exposed and facing him, Bolstrom kept his smile, watching her expressions and her wonderful globes as they just seemed to be perfect in complexion. Then, as she began to speak, His attention turned to her eyes, curiosity turning to concern as she spoke of Nightmares.

"She frightens you? Has she ever spoke of taking your wings? She hasn't made a remark about such, correct?" He inquired, his hands on her wide hips pulling her in closer like He needed to be closer to her to secure her safety.

"I will speak with the Queen. She mustn't give you such frights. If she is jealous of our relationship, she should have been more discreet prior. But, do not freet little one... I will keep you safe. I promise." He told her, just before his hand came up, rubbed her cheek, then took her jawline into the crook of his thumb and index. "Amira... you are safe with me... now kiss me please."

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"She doesn't have to say a word. I can see it in her eyes. Every time were together and she's nearby, I can feel it. I'm not just your pet anymore, I'm your lover as well. Which makes me a threat to her position." The way he pulled her closer did make Amira feel safe, but hearing he'd talk with the queen, all color seemed to drain from her face. "No, you can't talk to her about this. Please don't."

If the queen had even a slight inclination of her fears, Amira knew she'd never have any sort of peace against the demon queen. Still staring at the king, "I know you'll keep me safe. But what if your not here? Or you have to attend something out of the castle? Anyone could hurt me, not just the queen." What made her even more scared, was the possibility of being used against him. But that was a worry for another day, especially when he took her chin, asking her to kiss him.

She was all to happy to kiss him. Which in turn had her breasts against his chest, there warm, softness against his skin. He'd be able to feel the rhythmic beating of her heart, increasing it's pace the longer she kissed him.

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Bolstrom kissed her till He had to break away for breath, He gently licked the very edge of her lip before He leaned back, but not enough to lose the soft touch of her breasts. "Amira, if you wish, I will appoint you to go with me on my leaves from the castle, I will make sure You stay safe with every ounce of my being. As for the Queen, I won't reference your concern, but I'll have a conversation with her, one that hopefully can steer her away from You. Trust me my love."

As he made her a promise, His hands dipped below the water to hold onto her hips, pulling her just tight enough for her to feel a stiff appendage now rubbing against her thigh. "You'll be safe with Me. Promise."

[User] "I do trust you." Amira replied, after catching her breath from his kiss. They always left her feeling extra warm inside. "The only way to keep her from me or to even ignore me... you'd have to be rougher on me while out of this room. Make her think she still has your ear, that she can still influence you over me." As he pulled her closer, her eyes seemed to darken a little when feeling his hard length rub against her thigh. "You always keep your promises to me." Lowering a hand down, into the water between them, Amira brushed her fingers against him, gently teasing. "My king hungers for his angel... well I'm right here." Moving even closer, she brushed her sex against him, to tease him even further before kissing him again.

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"I can't be rough on you... Amira, anything but that. Just let me try my method... I'd spare me having to scold you." Bolstrom told her, clearly turned away by the idea even raising his voice near her. She was quite literally his Angel, He couldn't bring himself to doing anything besides cherishing her.

As she noticed his erection, She seemed to grab him and slowly run herself over his lap. "Afflictiona... afflictions of your perfect little body... I can't even have a conversation with you before I... I swell with need for you. Only you can silence this need for flesh inside me, Amira."

[User] Amira's other hand went to his face, before her fingers moved to gently silence him. "Nothing physical, you just have to be more firm. You forget that I'm not your average angel. And I've survived worse." Lowering her hand, the other hand that was teasing him, guided him to just her entrance before sge spoke again. "Then take me, let me please my master, my lover. Always being good to me even as I'm supposed to be your enemy." The hand that had covered his lips, moved to rest on his shoulder, before her other hand let him go and came up to rest on his left shoulder.

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Watching her as she seemed so firm in the face of possible physical discipline, Bolstrom gave a sift sigh, not liking how she simply assumed that the Queen wouldn't be reasoned with. It was more then likely true, but Pride was something that was displayed brilliantly with the King, biting his tongue was a gimmick He couldn't pull with just anyone, only Amira.

As she guided him up to entrance, The King took her by the hips, pulled her down onto his shaft, and began to pull. Once he pulled her down to his lap, He kissed her lips slowly, took hold of her by the butt, and began to thrust up inside her.


[User] Ramona awoke with a start, chest rising and falling with every rapid breath that fell from parted lips. Her mind was playing tricks on her, reminding her that this was her fault, that she had put herself in this position, knew what she was signing up for. But it didn't make the harsh reality hit any easier. She didn't think anything would.

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Alistair stirred awake as he heard Ramona take in a sharp breath. He had been leaned back in an office chair at the desk stationed right in front of her cell. She was in a small room---what seemed to be an office---and her cell was clearly assembled a few days ago, albeit assembled well. The desk was aimed at the wall to her left---meaning she had a sideways view of it. Not of him, though, he had his feet kicked up facing the cell so he could sleep watching her.

"...you're awake. Finally." He said with a sigh, quickly standing and brushing himself off. "We can get to work!" He said with an excited clap of his hands together, walking around the desk to stop at her cell.

"Did you really think that little stunt would work? Against corporate?" He asked, puzzled, before making a *tsk tsk tsk* sound. He waggled his finger in front of her cell for emphasis. "Silly girl. You should've known better. Been smarter. You wouldn't be here right now."

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"How'd you know?" It was an abrupt yet random question, but it was one she desperately needed an answer to; how'd you know we were there? Ramona wanted to know what they had done wrong, what they hadn't planned for, otherwise it was going to drive her fucking crazy trying to figure it out herself. She also wanted to know if her group made it out, but she didn't want to mention anything about it in case he had done something to them, god knows she couldn't handle any grief right now.

The blonde glanced around---though there wasn't much to glance at---and thanked her lucky stars she didn't suffer from claustrophobia because if she had, the whole experience would be way less pleasant. The room was small she didn't understand how they had managed to fit a goddamn cell in there. Blue orbs snapped their way towards Alistair as he appeared in front of the bars, attention focused on her.

"Spare me the theatrics." Heaving a sigh, her shoulders sagged ever so slightly. "You know the big bad villain speech? I don't need to hear that, yeah? Keep it to yourself." She wasn't in the mood to be told how bad of a job she had done; especially when she knew that.

"Are you going to kill me?" There it was. The million dollar question. A question she wasn't too sure she wanted to know the answer to, but felt like she had to ask regardless.

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"Know? Oh I didn't, Blue." Alistair mused, leaning in to inspect her blue eyes upon the newfound nickname. "I'm just the middle man. But you should know by now that corporate knows everything it wants to." He sighed, walking over to grab a metal chair from the nearby closet and place it in front of her cell, settling onto it.

"Spare you the theatrics?" He frowned, twirling his knife around. "But that's so boring. You really shouldn't bore me, it'll make things much more painful for you." His voice was low and soft---much too pleasant for such a twisted man. In fact that could be said about most of him---he was attractive all around. The soul did not match the body. "Kill you? No, no. There would be no point in that. What use do I have for a corpse?"

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"Blue?" The blonde rose a brow, fingers curling around the bars of the cell. "Are you flirting with me?" Ramona teased a grin. "I'm flattered, really, but you're not my type. I don't usually go for assholes." Humor was a personality trait the twenty-year old hated having, especially when faced in situations that could kill her. She had trouble taking things seriously, which in hindsight, probably wasn't the best thing considering she was the leader of a group trying to bring bad guys down.

Ramona huffed out a breath. "The middle man? So... you're not important in any way, at all?" This sucked she was hoping she could at least bring down one important man, make being caught worth it and all. "You think you can go find me someone who actually has a say in corporate? You're wasting my time."

Glistening orbs followed the blade's every movement, watching as he twirled it expertly around his fingers. "The only painful thing for me right now is this conversation." Her fingers fell from around the bars, instead taking a fruitful step backwards and away from them. "Glad to know you're not one of those freaks who do crazy shit to corpses."

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"Blue." Alistair mimicked, "I won't repeat myself again. I hate doing it." His tone remained light and playful, just like the knife bouncing around in his hand. But just like the blade, he could turn into an agent of pain very fast. "Flirting? Sure, I suppose you could say that. If so then I flirt with everyone." He paused, turning to watch as the brute from earlier---the one that slung her over his shoulder---walked in. Without the gas mask he was quite handsome too, sides of his head shaved with the top longer. He had several unidentifiable facial tattoos, as opposed to Alistair's one black star.

Alistair beckoned the massive man over---he was probably, like, 6'5 and bulky as hell---and grabbed him by the cheeks. Much like he did to Ramona, actually. He pulled the man down and kissed him right on the lips, before pushing him away and smacking him across the cheek. The man just stood there and sighed, before turning to grab something from the desk and walk away.

"...he doesn't really care anymore. Takes the fun out of it." He said in a cold, bored tone. Eventually Alistair looked back to Ramona as she started speaking again. "Nope, not important. At all. We were paid to handle a simple threat." He paused as she resumed, face scowling at 'wasting my time'.

He suddenly stood up and reached out between the bars, fingers wrapping tightly around her throat and yanking her forward. Her cheeks squished beneath the cold metal, his hand tightening the life out of her body.

"Now I told you I wouldn't kill you, and I'm a man of my word." He whispered, voice hard and poisonous. "But you are still mine to play with, and it would do you well to remember that, girl." The digits wrapped around her throat tightened to the point of near blackout, before pushing her away from him violently.

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Ramona watched the scene unfold with amusement, brows knitting together as the man seemed to simply sigh and retreat through the very same door. "As entertaining as that was---I understand why people prefer girl on girl action now." It was a petty jab, that all. She had nothing against anyone's sexuality, but she felt as if she didn't really owe the guy who drugged and kidnapped her anything. So she didn't give a damn about being insulting.

The blonde hadn't backed away fast enough and before she knew it, his fingers were curled around her throat, cheeks pressing into the bars. She squealed, her own hand moving up towards his in an attempt to free herself, scratching uselessly against his skin. _You are still mine to play with._ At least he... sort of admitted what was going to happen to her, right? She would've preferred to have been killed---she was nobody's plaything. But at least her group was safe.

At least they didn't have to suffer for ideas that were her own. Blinking away the stars dancing in her vision, she stumbled further away from the bars so that he couldn't surprise attack her again. One hand moved to gingerly rub at her neck, a pout on her lips. "That wasn't very nice of you." She breathed.