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"Yeah, but at least I was lucky enough to get saved by you." Azriel gave a smile, very happy that the man had been nice so far. He didn't know what he'd have done if the man had tried shooting at him. Well, he'd either be dead or have worse wounds; either way, he figured he would most definitely have died one way or another. Though the hunter was nice, the monster busied himself with imagining a very complicated b-line home, just in case Vincent wasn't all he seemed to be and tried following him.

Azriel watched in amazement as the needle pierced his skin without much pain; all he felt was a small pinch, then it was gone. When the stitches were finished, the young man took a deep breath, knowing that it was now time to set his arm; he wondered how well the painkillers would work for it, and though he wanted to believe they'd miraculously take away every bit of pain, he was still quite scared from the anticipation of that not being the case. Hesitantly, he held out his arm for the man.

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Vincent finished by wrapping Azriel's leg with clean bandages before patting his knee absently, "Good, now it's time for your arm." he pulled out some straight braces and zip ties so that he could splint Azriel's arm and put it in a sling so it wouldn't bounce around to much. He thought the other might pass out from the pain and if he did that would be handy really, much easier to stow him away and bring him home that way but either way it would be fine.

"Try to relax," he told Azriel as he set up the splint and got ready to do this. He knew that if the other tensed up it would just be harder to do so it was better to take him by surprise. "On the count of three, one," he snapped his arm back into a straight line before the other had the chance to 'brace himself' and tense up. He put the braces around it and tightened the zip ties around it to hold it in place.

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Azriel nodded, doing as he was told; even as someone with only the herbs and spices he could forage as medicine, he knew very well that being tense would only make any kind of injury hurt worse. The monster let his arm go as slack as he could possibly make it in the situation and looked away, trying to get his mind off what was happening so he could feel as little pain as possible. As Vincent said he would count down, Azriel took a deep breath, attempting to relax himself more with a sort of meditation, but just as he was letting it out, pain shot up his arm.

His nails dug into his thigh with a yelp, and, for a moment, his vision went black. If it weren't for the adrenaline still coursing through his system from the snake attack, he most definitely would've passed out for a little while; he was still hazy for a minute afterwards, though, and in that time he wondered if he should just curl up and succumb to the allure of sleep. After all, he wasn't built to be a warrior; he just liked the job for the benefit of not being pressured to marry a girl and the rumor that there were a bunch of gay men within the village guard. With the defeat of that fact, the monster gave up his struggle for consciousness, and as he leaned forward to lay his head on the man's shoulder, his eyes closed.

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Vincent smiled a little when he saw the dazed look on the other man's face, he hadn't passed out but he was close. Carefully he tied the other's arm to his chest in a sling to keep it from jostling around. Once that was done he took the back of Azriel and dipped him back till he was laying in the backseat, across the padded cushions. "You rest here for a bit," he advised. "I'm going to go deal with the snake."

He hoped that Azriel would see that he needed to rest before the trip back and let himself fall asleep in the backseat. He closed the door softly and walked away, letting the other man see him walk away to go check out the snake he had killed, he could skin the monster here but decided it would be better to do it elsewhere so he started the process of dragging the monster to his truck. He also moved Azriel's knife to be in the middle of the puddle of blood, just in case anyone came looking for him, hopefully they'd think he was dead.

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Azriel was a bit disappointed to have the warmth of the man taken away, but it's not like he wasn't used to not being all snuggly when he slept. In his half-conscious state, he heard Vincent say something about rest, and gave a mumbled "mhm" in response. With the exhaustion of all that had just happened now catching up to him, the monster hardly cared about the sound of the door closing, even knowing that he very well had no clue how the machine worked or if he could get out.

The monster lifted his eyelids for just a moment to watch the man check on the snake, and with the thought that this man was only interested in predators, he curled up on the, quite comfier than what he was used to, seat. It wasn't long at all before he was fast asleep, catching up on quite a few nights' worth since the guard had been picking on him, giving him night watch duty.

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Vincent stowed the snake monster in the back of his truck, doing it more carefully and subtly then he normally would so he wouldn't wake Azriel up. Once the body was tied up and covered by a tarp so it wouldn't get knocked around before he got in the front seat of the car. he glanced back to make sure that the deer was still asleep and nodded when he saw that he was. He shrugged off his jacket and reached back to drape it over him to keep him warm while he slept.

That done he started up the car and started to drive back towards the city, every now and then he glanced back to make sure that Azriel was still asleep. No one stopped them as they left the woods, maybe technically someone was supposed to check if he had been poaching but no one actually cared, he was in a great mood now!

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Azriel slept rather peacefully, only stirring a bit when the truck first started up; the unusual noise was quite alarming, but once they began moving, the feeling comforted him, reminding him of when he was a child and would catch rides in the wagons during migrations. The young man clung lightly to the jacket, enjoying the bit of warmth it gave, with a small smile on his face.

Perhaps one or two hours later, the monster nodded back into consciousness, and remembering the previous events, forced himself to get up instead of falling back asleep. With a yawn and small stretch as he lifted himself, he opened his eyes, though he soon noticed he wasn't in the woods anymore. He looked around as his ears flattened, certainly quite panicked by the sudden change of scenery. "Vincent...? Where am I...?" Had the hunter really betrayed his trust? He wanted to give the man the benefit of a doubt and consider the possibility of another hunter finding and taking him, but he highly doubted that.

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"Hm, oh you're awake," Vincent said glancing back at Azriel with a smile. "With how hurt you are you could get an infection, or fall behind as they move. I decided it would be best to take you back with me. We're almost home," He added adjusting the mirror. "Go back to sleep if you can, you clearly needed it. Oh and keep your head down, this isn't one of those cities where monsters are considered people, it wouldn't go well for you if people see you," she chuckled.

"How do you feel?" He asked, "You could have another pain killer if you want. Usually it's one every four hours but," he shrugged. He was acting like this was all perfectly normal, why wouldn't a monster want to live in an actual home rather then the woods? he had a lot to offer Azriel, he'd find out what the catch was later.

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Azriel very quickly heeded the warning, lowering himself so that he was laying down again, though he propped himself up on his good arm a little in an effort to keep from falling back asleep. He took in what all the man had said for a moment, trying to figure out just how he felt about something like this; sure, human society had so many interesting things to offer, and exploring it would be one hell of an adventure, but he would be leaving behind family and friends, possibly forever.

He gazed at the man, so plain looking that he wondered how in the world humans were able to dominate monsters so much. Well, if anything, the machine he was driving was reason enough---monsters had their claws, horns, wings, and whatnot; they'd never needed the amount of advancements humans had. Sure, they had the brains for it, but why create tons of tools when your body already comes with plenty of the things you need? They'd already had all the advancements they required by now.

"I'm alright..." Admiring the way he handled the vehicle, Azriel soon let out a sigh. As much as he'd love to learn about it all, he couldn't abandon everything he'd known and worked hard for. "I appreciate it, but my people need me. I'm strong, and I don't get sick often, so I doubt I'll get any bad infections. Besides, it's a risk I'd need to take, and even if I did fall, my village isn't in the habit of abandoning our weak. I don't know where they'd go after this trip; if I'm gone too long, I could loose them forever."

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Well that was a shame, he was hoping that Azriel would go along with it without having to be forced but it seemed like this wouldn't be the case anymore. He chuckled and shook his head. "No, we've been driving for a couple hours and we're almost to my home. There's a body in the back under the tarp and I'm not driving two hours back there to drop you off and two hours back with that in the back, that would be six hours with that in the sun for it to decompose." He explained gesturing to the back.

"You'll have to wait until after I've dealt with that. And who knows they might have already moved on by then, after all your knife is back there in a puddle of blood, they might think you're dead." He shrugged and turned down another road, they were only a few blocks from his home now. "I'm not sure that's even a good idea though, if they do move on before you can get back that's a death sentence isn't it?"

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Azriel definitely couldn't argue with the more immediate problem of the corpse; he wouldn't want to get in the way of what the man was doing just because of his own selfish wants. It wasn't the way of a warrior---be selfless. Don't argue with those helping you. The monster gave a sigh, remembering his training and how patience was a large part of being a good fighter. "It's alright, as long as I'm not gone more than a couple days."

Azriel bit his lip, worried by the thought that his family and friends might think he's dead; he wouldn't want to bring them that kind of unnecessary pain. "Well... not necessarily. I know the direction they're going, so if I only rest at night, I should be able to catch up to them." Well, he did have a hurt leg, so that'd definitely be a hindrance. He worried about how hard it'd be himself, but he couldn't just loose everything he'd known and cared for. "It'll be really hard, but I have to try..."

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Vincent nodded, he was glad that Azriel wasn't arguing with him dealing with the body, it delayed having to deal with the realization that Vincent wasn't going to let the deer go home to when they were in his home where he had the high ground. He hummed noncommittally when he insisted he needed to try, they'd see about that.

After another minute they pulled into his garage, he pressed the button to automatically close the door, as it closed he got out. Once it was fully down he opened the back door to let Azriel out. "Come on out, I'm going to bring the snake into my work room and then I'll be back out. Are you hungry? We can get something to eat," he commented as he moved to pull the tarp off the back. "Do you eat meat or are you like a normal deer?" He asked, he wasn't sure, he didn't have much to do with deer demons.

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With Vincent remaining silent, Azriel just peeked out the window, hoping everything would be OK as he watched the unusual shelters do by. They were rather pretty, though he wondered just how much time it took to make something like that; he doubted he'd seen even a fraction of the humans' bizarre creations and he was already amazed. Once they'd stopped, the monster admired the garage door, wondering how it worked.

With the door opened for him, Azriel carefully got out of the truck, coming down on his good leg first, of course. He nodded to the suggestion of eating, being quite hungry since the incident had made him miss lunch. "Yes, thank you." He then gave an amused smirk at the man's question. "I'm guessing you've never seen a wild deer eat a bird, huh? I'm just like you---I eat plenty of meat."

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Vincent looked a little startled at that comment and then laughed, "No I haven't. I don't know much about normal animals, or monsters that I don't usually hunt," He admitted with a shrug. "I'll show you to a place you can sit before I come back to deal with the snake, might take me a minute since it's heavy and we don't want you straining your leg," he decided and lead the way into the living room. "You can lay or sit on the couch and I'll be right back," he directed, gesturing at the couch.

"I'll be back in a moment, don't go anywhere," he said tapping the other man's nose lightly before heading back to the truck.

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Azriel laughed as well before nodding. "Alright. Thanks again for helping me; I honestly didn't think nice humans still existed..." The monster hadn't thought he could get more amazed than he already had, but walking into the living room, he couldn't help but hawk and the furniture and decor. "Your home is beautiful..."

"Yes sir." The monster's ears perked up at the nose tap, and he watched the hunter leave before sitting down. The couch was so comfy; he could just fall asleep again! However, Azriel thought it might be considered rude or something, so he resisted the urge to lie down and forced himself to stay awake. Instead, he continued to gaze at his surroundings, taking in the beauty and craftsmanship of it all.

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Vincent liked being called sir, that seemed appropriate. "Thank you Azriel, I'm proud of my home. Make yourself comfortable and feel free to relax," he assured Azriel.

In the other room he unloaded the snake from the back of his truck and dragged it into his work room where he began the to process it, just enough to break it down into desirable parts to make it more easy to store in the walk in refrigerator. He could do the rest later. that done he went to have a quick shower and change into more comfortable clothes, he was back with Azriel in less then an hours. "Sorry about that, how about dinner now? I don't know about you but I'm hungry," he said cheerfully.


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For a moment, a deafening silence filled the grand chamber. Shadows reached and creeped for Sloan, and even what light was left, felt cold and lack luster. An uneasy foreboding stemmed from the slight man lounging in the Prophet's former throne, a crooked smile upon his lips, as his oily, cold voice broke the eerie quiet. "My dear sister." Harper chuckled." It's been too long."

he threw his head back and laughed, cold and triumphant. It echoed throughout the empty chamber, seemingly emanating not only from Harper himself, but also the various broken, and bloodied masks of defeated Umbrims that were hung in grotesque display for their Imperator. As Harper gained a semblance of control over himself, the last mask to cease its mocking laughter was the Panther mask before her.

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Where most might have been unnerved by his theatrics, Sloan's expression was impassive her steely eyes fixed Harper as she awaited his acknowledgment. She told herself it was an act of defiance, to appear boldfaced even with the fear that coiled within her. In truth, it was to avoid the countless empty eyes of the trophies that looked down on her. But even as she tried, her eyes drifted to the golden shimmer of Chryschéli and the arches of Manis and she felt her eyes water as shame and grief cut anew.

Sloan brought her focus back to Harper, focusing on its source instead. This wasn't the time to reconcile the ghosts of her failures. His flair for the dramatic mocked the dead, its gratuitous irreverence an insult to their sacrifice. But if she knew him at all, she shouldn't have expected decency or mercy from him. No, he was a monster. He always had been. She only wished the Divnium Umbram had not made her forget, that her own mercy had not granted him his escape.

"I am not your sister." Sloan hissed as his laughter quieted. "You ceased to be my kin when you abandoned your sacred honor and ran like the seditious curr you are."

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Before his victory, Harper would've probably sputtered and huffed, ranting about how Sloan was his sister, couldn't deny that fact, and yadda yadda yadda. However, he just smiled at her now, nodding along.

"Are you sure? Being my sister might be all you can claim now." He hefted himself up from the throne, and began sauntering toward her. When he reached Sloan, he nodded to Pyralis, releasing his captive. He reached out her offering his hand, as he did so long ago on the night he left.

"I offer you one last chance. It's not too late, everything of the old world is gone, scattered and burned to ash." He looked at her keeping his expression impassive." One last choice, my Dear Sister."

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Harper had changed since their last encounter, she determined. But he would be mistaken to believe she had not. Sloan was not the girl he had mistreated in their youth. She was not the untested squad captain who let a deserter free. No, she had earned her rank as Imperator. And even if she had failed in the end, she could greet death with the confidence her kin would still honor her. Sloan held his gaze, unfaltering as she grit her teeth. She would not crumble before him, she would not beg for his clemency.

But some things had not changed, Sloan decided eyes widening in genuine surprise as Pyralis unlocked the manacles and they clattered to the ground behind her. Harper had always underestimated her.

Unfettered to this body she could run, disappear far into the astral realm where even Harper's indentured spirits could not venture. But she knew well enough that the host she would leave behind would be powerful enough to sustain the spirit of Morwenna. No, she could not put herself first. Not when he had make the mistake of vulnerability, of trusting her after all of this time.

"You're right." Sloan's eyes fell to the stone floor as she rubbed her wrist. She let the tears that had welled roll down her cheeks as her shoulders sunk. "Forgive me, Harper." She forced the words. "I was naive to believe this would end any other way." She admitted. "I only wish I had listened then." Her eyes met his again, reflecting what could only read as true guilt. She had after all learned quite well under the tutelage of Spider. She extended a trembling gloved hand to accept his, waiting for the opening.

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Sloan pulled herself up on unsteady legs and with the briefest hesitation, returned his embrace. In truth, she hadn't expected this. She had known Harper so long and yet somehow, his mercurial nature still revealed new facets. This naivety, this foolish hope. Perhaps, once she might have pitied it. She buried her face in his shoulder and let her arms wrap around his back as she succumbed to a genuine sob.

But he was a fool to believe it was for him, for some sense of regret. As she lifted her head to catch her breathe, her eyes fell on the throne, on what remained of her comrades. Sloan had reconciled with her weakness, she had renounced him for the Divinium. She had hardened her heart against him and the others who followed him.

As her eyes rested on the mask of her predecessor, her hand drifted to Harper's shoulder for what mimicked an affectionate squeeze. "You burdens will be mine, brother." She murmured as she parted to let her other hand cup his cheek. "I will not falter in my loyalty." Her eyes softened as she looked up to him.

He would feel it first, the thrum of energy in the claws she had inherited from Lorem as it rested on his chest. In a beat change of action, her grip tightened around his arm to steady the plunge of the blades into his chest. She let the facade fall, ruthless and cold.

But they didn't strike tissue, no more than the entry through his clothes. They phased through to their query, his very essence and gripped hard as Sloan began the rip. The resistance didn't surprise her, he had always been strong willed, firm in his sense of self. Still, she put all of the force she had left within her into her attempt to withdraw and crush the soul within.

She would martyr herself if it meant removing him from the throne. She could rest easy. She only prayed the absence of the Stag meant Servo still led their remaining forces. Sloan would honor her loyalties to the very end.

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Harper didn't realize that this was the victory he'd truly been waiting and craving for. He was savoring this moment when both he and Sloan stiffened, he felt himself starting to slip, he was being pulled from his body. He struggled to look at Sloan, but when he did lock eyes with her, his eyes narrowed in betrayal and surprise. "How foolish." He grunted out.

Harper knew he didn't have long, maybe a couple of seconds, five at best. He reached for the small of his back, and grasped for the small ritual blade that was mounted there. It was small, about an inch and a half in length, more importantly, coated in a strong paralytic poison. He pushed through her meddling, anger, pride and fear letting him keep Sloan at bay. "Damn you!" He screamed, startling the rest of his entourage.

He grabbed and in swift motion, more by muscle memory, drew it straight into Sloan's chest. Just below her heart, the blade too small to hit it, but close enough for the poison to enter and spread through her body quickly. He just needed to hold on for another five now.

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"Foolish of you, perhaps." Sloan smirked up at him, intent to watch him fade from existence. Her expression changed, eyes widening as she felt him manage to wrest back some control. She pushed her claws deeper to compensate but he was receding fast. But she was so close. It may have been the better choice to take this moment to break away but stubborn arrogance was as much her vice as her brother's.

His entourage didn't ascend to help him, a variety of parties keenly watching for the outcome. Was it that his rule was too new, too unstable? Their loyalties too tenuous? Before it could come to question, the blade sunk to its hilt in her chest eliciting a wincing gasp as Sloan's eyes fell to where it was buried.

"We've... been here before." She retaliated by putting all of her strength into crushing the part of his that remained in her grip. The smoke like essence drift from his chest. "Haven't we?" She whispered as the poison began to take hold. It wouldn't kill him but damned if it wouldn't hurt. Perhaps, slowing him down was enough as her grip weakened enough for him to escape. She wavered on buckling knees as her consciousness wavered and she felt herself slip.

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Sloan went limp, as the poison finally took hold, dragging herself and Harper to the floor. He barley managed to catch himself on his knees as he felt his sisters claws leave his chest. She must done something to his spirit because the feeling of leaving his body still persisted, he never really had to use his abilities in this manner, but, if he didn't.

_She could still win._ The thought crossed his mind, as his eyes flashed, and the smoke leaving his chest, receded back a little, before stopping completely.

He pulled the knife, and dropped it as he motioned for Pyralis to shackle her again. "Someone find Lilliana, now!" He gasped out. He couldn't let Sloan slip away, he tried reaching for her spirit, but he doubted he could.

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This wasn't death but then again, would Sloan as she was be able to tell the difference. No, she still felt the draw of her corporeal body as she ascended shifting to crawl back from Harper's form that had toppled onto hers. The murky forms of the material plane shifted with the iridescent orbs of consciousness at their core. Her own lay empty beneath him but still alive. A nonlethal poison? She surmised.

Pyralis, she recognized, moved swiftly towards her and if only out of reflex she disengaged with weightless grace. Too late. She thought too soon as a familiar feeling encroached. Nononono. The chain caught her arm first, the hook at its end sinking in.

"You bastard!" She shrieked as she struggled to break it. But she could feel her will fading, too tired and too spent from their struggle. "Why won't you ever just let me go?" She forced her thoughts telepathically.

On the corporeal plane, poltergeist violence echoed her anger in a desperate lash out. The shadows which had seemed to compliment Harper encircled the pair insidiously but for whom, who could be certain. A candelabra clattered to the ground the banners through the hall blew and one ripped to land on the floor. Pyralis hesitated with the manacles as a lose mask ripped itself from the throne and sailed past her head.

[User] Within the corporeal plane, Harper could see he had her hooked, and while the pain was debilitating, his absolute fury overruled it and he dragged her        to him. Refusing to let her go. "It's because I love you!" He shouted back to her in a manic frenzy. Unsure if he said that aloud or just to her. "You are mine, my Dear Sister!" Harper's eyes aglow glared at the hesitating Pyralis, fury making them glow even brighter. "What are you waiting for you daft bastard!?" He snarled as he dragged Sloan in further." cuff her!"

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"You have no right to call me that, traitor!" Sloan snarled but it was all show, she was losing footing. She staggered forward still towards her body. Its draw pulling her with its own magnetism. What been gusts was now a whirling force anything free standing ran the risk of toppling or being pitched across the room.

Pyralis caught herself with Harper's demand and mobbed forward to manacle Sloan's form. As the second shackle clicked torches and candles were snuffed, the wind died, and what little remained aloft clattered to the ground. A few uneasy beats passed as the shadows recoiled and receded. It was over, it seemed. Sloan's form lie unconscious beneath him breathing steadily, unchanged. But Harper would feel her present within.


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It didn't take long before Zaria opened her mouth so that the Prince could push his tongue past those sweet, luscious lips. Their tongues clashed and danced in an erotic display of intimacy as the young lady seemed to melt under his embrace. An even greater sense of contentment washed over him as Zaria worked her way on top of his lap, completely of her own accord. Simon welcomed the gesture and found himself thrusting his hips ever so slightly, granting some stimulation against the bulge which was growing ever larger.

While saliva continued to wash back and forth between their heated mouths, Simon's hands slipped down to her rear. Using his strong hands he fondled with the plump flesh of her cheeks, as much as the fabric of her dress would allow. Breathing in her scent and kissing her so deeply was driving his senses wild, kindling those raw instincts to mark her body as his own. Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Was it too soon? Would she think less of him? Simon cast those questions aside as quickly as they had arisen and broke their intense lip lock with a wet popping sound.

"I think we should get you out of those clothes..." Simon whispered with a voice of soft silk. His natural reaction was to start tearing the garments away from Zaria's body so that he could get access to her smooth skin. Thankfully, he demonstrated enough restraint so that he wouldn't ruin her beautiful clothes.

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Feeling his hips thrust up, Zaria let out a barely audible moan. It made her face go red as she knew it slipped. Zaria could only hope that he didn't hear it. She never made that sort of noise before. Then again, this feeling was all so new. Was it normal to feel this way towards someone? What was this sort of desire that her body was craving? Zaria continued to kiss Simon, feeling his hands slide to her rear. It felt good as he fondled with it. Hell, everything was feeling so damn good.

As soon as the kiss released, Zaria took a few deep breaths of air. Her eyes slowly opened to see a trail of saliva connecting from her mouth to his. He then asked a question which made her heart flutter. No one had ever seen her naked body before. Well, she wouldn't be naked just yet as she still had her panties and a bra on. Once the dress was removed, Zaria blushed deeply and soon wrapped her arms around Simon. "No one... has seen me like this before..." She whispered.

Zaria had absolutely no idea if he would love seeing her body like this, or despise it. Her skin was smooth and soft. There were no marks like the one on her face. Still, Zaria had no idea if he would be attracted in such a way. Then again, if he wasn't attracted, would he have kissed her like that? Zaria pulled back slightly and looked down at his shirt. She swallowed hard, but brought her hands to his shirt. "I... want to take this off to..." She whispered, looking up at him and making eye contact. Once she is given permission to do so, she would slowly unbutton each button until she could slip it off and look at his naked chest. Her cheeks felt hot as she gently trailed a hand down his chest. He was so strong. Very attractive.

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The thought of Zaria never having been so close with somebody hadn't crossed his mind until she mentioned it. This only served to heighten his arousal, knowing that he would be the first to take her body and teach her the pleasures of such sweet love. "It's okay, my love. I want you to bare it all for me. I'll be seeing a lot more of you naked in the future..." He whispered back softly and began to unfasten her bra, allowing her petite breasts to breathe properly as a smirk crossed his lips. Simon cupped the delicate curves of Zaria's breasts with his rugged hands and teased his thumbs gently over her nipples. Knowing this was her first time he would have to take things slow and ease her into it. That makes it all the more fun. He thought to himself.

"How does that feel, Zaria? Your breasts are so smooth and soft to touch..." He continued this for quite some time, stimulating her chest and easing his fingers across her plump assets. "When you're ready you can help me unbutton this shirt." Simon gave her a cheeky wink, glad that she was taking some initiative and expressing the desire to strip him of his own clothes. He had been feeling clammy from the summer heat all day regardless, so this would be the perfect excuse to get rid of his top and put his muscly torso on display.

As the tension continued to escalate his throbbing shaft was begging to be released and a wetness was starting to form due to the arousal. Hopefully it wouldn't be much longer until they got to that stage and the Princess could service his extremely hung member.

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Zaria looked down at her chest as it was now bare. It didn't take long for Simon to take hold of them and start teasing her nipple. A deep breath escaped and her eyes closed for a moment. It felt good when he touched her in such a way. Frankly, it made her want even more. "It feels... really good.." Zaria almost whispered. "Please don't stop." She asked him softly. The feeling of his fingers playing with her nipples caused Zaria to shiver again. She pressed herself a little harder against Simon's bulge without even thinking.

He was soon shirtless too. Zaria leaned a little closer so she could kiss him again. She was craving his taste once again. It was quite addicting. Her tongue swirled around with his. One of her hands was pressed against his torso. The other hand around his neck. Only for a moment. Her finger was touching his the top of his spine and slowly trailed down, and then back up again.

When she pulled back from the kiss, she shivered a little bit. "My... my panties are feeling wet.." She admitted. "Its feeling tingly And.. and I can feel your bulge throbbing against me." She whispered against his lips.

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Simon soaked in the atmosphere and took his time becoming familiar with every last bit of Zaria's delightful body. She had already removed his shirt and was doing her own share of exploring as he felt her delicate hands across his chiseled abs. A rough growl escaped his lips at the sensation and the strain against his massive shaft was getting more intense by the minute. They shared another passionate kiss, this time fueled with greater hunger and lust, tantalizing their tongues as he found his body resonating with her own.

The moment her lips left his there was a sense of need. Simon leaned back in towards her, craving that embrace until she began to speak. His Princess was starting to become wet with arousal and he wasn't about to let that go unnoticed. "That's natural, don't worry. Would you like me to help you out with that? I can make it feel even better..." Simon dropped his right hand to her panties and rubbed with just enough force against the fabric to pleasure her sex and get his own fingertips damp with her arousal.

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Zaria took a few deep breaths in and slowly released it. She was trying to calm down a bit, but it was quite difficult. "You... can make it feel even better than this?" She raised an eyebrow. Simon then reached down and started rubbing her sex through her panties. She gasped and gripped onto his shoulders a little bit. Her body temperature was starting to rise as she continued getting worked up. A soft moan slipped which caused her to blush madly again. Zaria couldn't even hold it back.

"It... feels so good." Zaria panted lightly. Her hips twitched slightly from time to time as he continued to rub. The Princess could feel her panties getting wetter the longer he continued to touch her. Eventually she sat up on her knees. "I can't wear these... They're... they're getting to wet..." She said while blushing madly. Zaria moved off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. She shifted her panties off and then tossed them on the ground. Then, she looked over at her Prince. Zaria gently placed a hand on his cheek. Her other hand started to rub his inner thigh, slowly making its way to his bulge where she started to rub him gently just as he did for her.


[User] She heard the question and saw a maniac that wanted her flesh. Allison shrieked in terror as she looked up into his face. "Get away from me you psycho!" She backed up quickly but her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run. He had her cornered and she was shaking with fear.

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The man didn't move. Rupert let her do her number and fed himself with the look on her face when she hit the wall. The body's reflex was to run, despite knowing she had nowhere to go. He laughed when she realized the wall was still there.

But he still didn't move. Instead, he looked at her and asked again. "Are you a virgin? You can answer me or I can check right now. Which will it be?" He said anxious for her reply.

[User] Allison was too scared to think straight. All she saw was a monster that wanted to hurt her. Her brain didn't even register what he had said. She heard the question but didn't even know he was asking her something at all. She was still trying to kick herself further back but of course wasn't going anywhere. "Get away from me!" She screamed. "Please stop hurting me!"

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Rupert smiled. He enjoyed it when they struggled. He enjoyed breaking them in and seeing that resistance wear down. So when she said that he went for the shackles.

Despite her struggles and her protests and cries for mercy, the girl was soon tied to the wall, with her hands behind her back, forced into a sitting position. He then forced her legs open with his body and leaned in, looking at her crotch. Using his left hand, he parted her lips and took a look inside

[User] Allison struggled and screamed but he secured her to the wall. She sobbed as he spread her legs roughly and even spread her pussy lips. The young woman wished that she was literally anywhere but here. Why did she insist on taking out the damn trash?

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Rupert enjoyed her struggles quite more than he expected to. In fact, he actually found it funny that, despite how futile it was, she still tried to somehow shield herself from him. She still had to come to terms with her situation.

After looking at her pussy enough to be satisfied, the man pondered whether he should give her a taste of what was expecting her or not. He decided against it for now, but when he got up from between her legs, he made sure to linger in front of her enough for her to see his erection pushing against his trousers. "We're going to have so much fun" he said, with a perverted smile.

[User] He was between Allison's legs far longer than she wanted but he didn't insert anything into her pussy. She saw the tent in his pants when he stood up. Tears were streaming down her face as she shook her head. "Please no!" She pleaded in barely above a whisper.

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When Rupert got up from between her legs, he looked down at her pleading face. He enjoyed hearing her beg, but that didn't phase him at all. His plan was set in motion and she had no way of stopping him. Which was something he enjoyed. He put his hand on the bulge in his pants and looked down.

He put his hands in his pants afterwards and started to touch himself. "It's not up to you, little dove" he said while caressing her face with his free hand as he masturbated himself in front of her.

[User] Allison struggled helplessly. When he pulled his dick out she turned away quickly. But he grabbed her face and turned it back around. He was forcing her to watch him jerk off his own cock. It was so hard. She panicked thinking that he was going to hold her head hear and cum on her face or something. "Oh god stop!!" She begged him as she kicked and writhed helplessly.

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The man smiled at her struggles and picked up the pace while stroking his cock. Rupert looked at her face and forced her mouth open. He let her anticipate in terror for a second, before, against all expectations, spitting in her mouth. He quickly forced it close again, to make her shallow.

"The quicker I cum, the faster it's over for you, little dove" he said looking down at his cock, trying to make her comply. He was not close to finishing, but he wanted to see if she'd give in that easily

[User] Allison felt her mouth pried open. Her eyes filled with panic. He was going to make her swallow his cum. Suddenly he spit in her mouth and forced it shut, covering it tightly. His hand also covered her nose. The poor girl coughed as he violently forced her to swallow his saliva. Tears were pouring down her face.

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Seeing her struggles against his hand and the chains while she gagged on his spit was more than enough for him to push himself over the edge. Rupert always came fast when first breaking his victims. The rush he got from their predicament was too much.

As he felt his orgasm approaching he aimed his erect cock at her from a distance. He didn't particularly care where it landed. Most of it got on her teared up face while some sprayed her neck and chest. After that he put his cock back in his pants and, looking down on her, said "It's up to you if you lick your lips or not. I for one think you are prettier with cum on your face".

[User]
Allison felt a stream of thick, hot, liquid splash onto her face. Immediately followed by another. She had been right in her assumption that he wanted to force her to take a facial. He held her head still as he plastered his cum all over her face. There was a little on her breasts and neck but mostly her face.

He put his dick away and released his hold on her. She was still secured tightly to the wall and helpless as cum dripped off of her drenched face.

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The man took a few steps back and watched his cum drip on the girl's face and body. He was a little bit disappointed that he couldn't have any more in that regard for the moment.

However, Rupert took his place on the stool he brought and spoke to her. "You can cry yourself to sleep how much you want. You can struggle until you bleed. But you are not getting out. So the only choice you have to make your life easier is to cooperate. Understood?" He said in a cold tone.

[User] Allison wanted a shower, or at least something to wash her face. But she clearly wouldn't be getting that anytime soon. She sat there in the chains sobbing. Her tears mixing with the cum on her face as he stared at her menacingly.

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Rupert looked at her, wondering what was going on in her head. Because he knew perfectly what was going on in his. He had so many ideas to toy with her. Looking down towards her, he said "I will be bringing you food and drinks. If you behave, I'll unchain you. If not, you'll sleep tied to the wall"

He then pointed towards the two pots in the other corner of the room. "If you need to go to the restroom, that's where you'll do it. For tonight, however, you'll do it tied to the wall. Or you'll hold it, that's up to you" he said with a smile. Then, he continued "You are here for my pleasure. You can resist, but you'll face the consequences. I will use you however I want, whenever I want. Is that understood?" he said feeling his cock twitch just a little bit at the thought. He was quite grateful for the fact that he could recover quickly.

[User] Allison struggled helplessly against the chains holding her down. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this crazy psycho's basement. But it seemed more and more like she wasn't going to make it out of here alive. Unless he slipped up somehow and she got lucky she was probably a dead woman. The inevitability of that thought just made her break down and sob.

[Assistant] Rupert's lack of reaction started to annoy him slightly. He knew how traumatic her situation was, but her sobbing was not a fun reaction. He leaned in bringing his mouth close to her face and, licking some of her tears, along with his cum, he said: "If you play your cards right, you might get out of here" he said with a smile that seemed honest. He wanted to give her a slither of hope. He was not completely lying. "But if you keep crying I'll kill you and find a new toy" he said deadly serious.

[User] Allison screamed in terror when she heard that. "Please please please don't kill me!!" She pleaded. "I want to go home please!" But it had worked. She wasn't crying anymore. Apparently the thought of dying was a far bigger fear for her than the thought of being raped.

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Her reaction was pleasant enough. It meant Rupert was willing to let her live. He never wanted to kill his victims. The first two were mistakes. They both tried to escape or kill him. The first one hit him so hard that he almost fainted, so he strangled her. The second on almost stabbed him with a piece of metal so he drowned her in the pot in her cell.

His intention was to train the girl as a sexual slave and eventually sell her to the right buyer. Or perhaps have her around as his personal servant. He didn't take great pleasure in killing them. Hr took pleasure in tormenting and toying with them. "Do you want to live?" He said undoing his pants and pulling his cock out again.

[User] Allison was terrified at the thought of dying. She didn't want to suck his cock nor did she want to let him fuck her pussy. But if it meant not being killed that was a plus. Maybe she could find a way to escape. She nodded quickly. "Yes please let me live!"

[Assistant] "I will, little dove. For as long as you keep me happy" Rupert said as he leaned in to kiss her lips forcefully. He then got closer to her and she could feel the smell of his cock. He had showered only two days ago so it was a little musky. "Now, choose which whole you want filled. Your ass or your pussy?" He was already eyeing her lower body. He would have liked her mouth, but he didn't want to risk her biting on his dick. So he started to rub it as his hand found it's way to her crotch.

[User] Oh god, Allison thought to herself. Her asshole was in danger too? But then she remembered the alternative option. Getting ass raped was much better than getting killed. But she could still push it off and delay it as long as possible. "P... p... pussy!" She stammered a little trying not to sound too scared.

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Rupert's smile of victory was honest and bright. His mouth opened to show her his teeth. He liked his lips and then moved closer to her. "A wise choice" he said spitting on his cock a couple of times. He was more than ready to go.

Positioning himself between her legs, he found her opening with his fingers. He slid inside with some effort, enlarging her for his cock. She was inviting and his dick twitched with anticipation at the thought of entering her.

[User] Allison sat there still chained to the wall. He was preparing to enter her pussy and she knew it too. But there was no way to stop him. She had to just let him fuck her pussy so she could live. When she felt him drive his cock inside her pussy she squealed. He was big. She squirmed a little but forced herself to accept her fate.

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Her squeals and whines were so strong that Rupert felt like he was going to cum on the spot. He stopped for a second, adjusting to the sensations and feeling her pussy around his shaft.

He looked into her eyes and forced her face towards his as he started to slowly pump in and out of her. She was still not aroused so the motion generated quite some friction. That was good, however, since it decreased the pleasure which allowed him to go longer. He would occasionally force her to kiss him or to open her mouth so he could spit inside it.

[User] He was fucking Allison roughly and he forced her mouth open. Spitting in it and forcing her to choke it down. She was clearly disgusted by it. She hoped he didn't ever want to make her swallow something else. Allison shuddered at the thought. The good news was her pussy was slowly responding to the rape and getting wet so it hurt less.

[Assistant] Rupert felt her getting wetter and he picked up his pace. He felt confident on his endurance for the time being and he wanted to enjoy her young body quite some time before filling her with his cum. He pumped her faster as his hand reached for her neck and gently squeezed. He let more of his weight on her body and let himself go faster but not yet brutally fast.

[User] He was getting faster and his hand squeezed Allison's throat. Her eyes widened with fear and she struggled a bit. If he squeezed much tighter she wouldn't be able to breathe. Was his promise to leave her alive just a heartless lie?

[Assistant] Rupert removed his hand from her throat quickly though. As soon as her eyes widened. He didn't want her to get scared and start thrashing around. He caressed her face gently as he used his hand for support. His movements became faster and his breath turned into panting. He was still not even close to finishing.

[User] He was still pounding away at Allison's pussy. But the good news was he wasn't squeezing her throat anymore. She lay there and let him fuck her, getting more and more turned on the longer he was fucking her. Soon she was actually moaning as her pussy squeezed on his cock.

[Assistant] Hearing her moans sent shivers of pleasure down Rupert's spine. Grabbing her by her nape as he pounded faster and deeper into her he leaned in to her ear and spoke to her: "I knew that deep down you were nothing more than a shameless slut" He liked overplaying his hand when it came to teasing them and making them self conscious about their reaction. He grabbed her waist as well and he increased his rhythm.

[User] "No I'm not a slut!" Allison screamed out trying to convince herself that she wasn't. This was still rape but it felt so good. Was she going to? Yes she was. "Oh god no not like this!" The young woman came hard. Her pussy clamping down on his cock as her creamy juices flowed out of her.

[Assistant] Hearing her words while her body arched and squeezed him in pleasure was ironic. She was cumming on his cock during the first time Rupert would rape her. He leaned in again to cover hear moans with a kiss as his speed became even greater and he neared his own climax. He whispered in her ear "Deep inside your pussy or on your face, slut?"

[User] Allison was felt him speed up even more, raping her right through her orgasm. She writhed and squirmed as he asked her where she wanted him to cum. Neither place sounded good but him cumming at all was not wanted. "Please I'm not a slut!" She insisted. "Don't cum inside me!" Her eyes clearly indicated she didn't want either, especially since she already had cum on her face.

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Rupert gave himself one final push, picking up the pace just a little more and holding her body close to his, using it for support, he let go deep inside her. He felt his cock twitch and release streams of semen in her inviting pussy.

He realized after that she choose not to have him creampie her, but it was not like it matter at all. "That's for lying. You are a slut. Only sluts cum when they have their hole raped" he said with a smirk


[User]
She slowly applied a small squirt of the oil on her palms after straddling the taller woman and started to wish she knew a way to block out certain noises. Her bladder felt heavy as she slowly began to plant her palms on both breasts. She gently began to knead the flesh through the fabric of Rachel's bra and gently poured a small amount of oil. She started to become rather grabby as her deepest desires enacted a coup and caused the redhead to stop being professional. She started to get a bit greedy with the oil as she absentmindedly poured some on Rachel's rack and for the next ten minutes, she got more and more confident with every grope.

Then it happened. "Shit!" She exclaimed in horror as she rapidly began to piss herself. The floodgates weren't just opened, they were fully destroyed as her urine rapidly ran down her thighs. Rachel's chest got the worse of it, along with the front of Lucy's skirt. Her leggings glistened and she couldn't stop herself. She unknowingly squeezed both breasts as she soaked Rachel's stomach. A large trail of urine rapidly fell from the table and a puddle formed around Rachel's waist. For three minutes, she could do nothing but endure it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuh." She moaned as soon the last few squirts left her crotch. In her dreams, she would proceed to fuck Rachel. Sometimes, she was on the receiving end, sometimes, Rachel forced her into a tight latex suit and shoved two dildos into her. Now? One of her dreams was becoming reality and whilst a look of pure shock was etched onto her face, her eyes had curiosity, lust and desire.

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Rachel was shocked at first when she was suddenly being showered in Lucy's golden liquid. Once she realized what was happening she smirked at Lucy. The way Lucy gripped her breasts she could tell she was in to this. Rachel lifted Lucy's skirt. "Some one has been holding out on me."

Once the water works tricked to a stop, Rachel placed her hand on Lucy's urine soaked panties. She slowly started rubbing her clit threw her panties. "It you want to redeem your self you better tell all your dark secrets." With one hand she started to unbutton Lucy's shirt revealing her cleavage.

After this experience Rachel felt hat and steamy. She needed some sexual relief and she was going to get it one way or another. Rachel cupped one of Lucy's perfect breasts and smiled.

[User]
Lucy let out a very soft gasp as Rachel placed a hand on the darkened red cotton panties and slowly rubbed her pussy through the urine soaked garments. The redhead immediately moaned, seconds before Rachel unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her cleavage. She knew she should have moved but she remained firmly where she was. Straddled across her mistress, she was starting to live one of her erotic dreams.

"I always dream of you every night." She revealed as she started to pant. "And always wanted to use the pools, mudbaths. I want to be fucked, mistress by you." She didn't even attempt to stop herself from spilling her secrets. "And..." She let out a slightly loud moan as her right breast was cupped. Her bra was dark red. She proceeded to list every fantasy she had. From pool sex to covering herself in food and being fucked relentlessly. She listed it all. "And I want to be pissed on." She was moaning in ever increasing volume as the minutes went by and was a really hungry woman. She was given access to the all you can eat buffet and she was gonna to take full advantage of it.

[Assistant] "Wish granted. Lick my pussy and I can make your dreams a reality. First though take off all your clothes." Rachel started taking off her underwear as well to speed things along. She spread her legs for Lucy. "Don't be shy you know the things I'm into." She stroked Lucy's hair in a gentle manner.

[User] Lucy couldn't believe what she was being told to do despite Rachel being the one to start things off. She felt her soaked panties sliding down her glistening lace covered thighs and immediately obeyed her mistress. She slowly removed her skirt after accidentally emptying the scented oil all over Rachel's chest and gently climbed off her. She undid the rest of her shirt and stripped until she was as naked as the day she was born. "I d-do?" She exclaimed as her nerves grew with each passing minute.

[Assistant] Rachel moved to the edge off the massage table and spread her legs. "Go on and please me baby. Every time you please me I will make one dream come true." Rachel always kept her word and she planned to keep this one. "This agreement will be remembered and it will be a verbal contract. Do you accept the agreement and if you do then you may begin."

[User] The redhead slowly climbed off her mistress upon being told to please her and stood facing her. She let out a small gasp at the thought of one of her many sexual fantasies being granted by Rachel and felt her heart beat even faster. She gently planted her palms beside the woman's legs and looked at her crotch with a mixture of nerves and excitement etched onto her face. She slowly leaned forward and planted her lips on her mistress's furry entrance. Her tongue awkwardly made contact and began to venture forth. Lucy slowly began to pleasure Rachel in a slow, curious manner and as the minutes went by, she seemed to get more and more confident.

[Assistant] "You are good at this." Rachel purred as she watched her assistant please her. She stroked the girls beautiful red hair. Lucy was getting better by the minute and soon Rachel was howling with utter delight. "Oh, yes. keep going... I am close." She exclaimed with excitement. "Mmm make sure to lick me up and I will make all you dreams come true." A few moments all it took. Rachel's body tensed up as she had her climax. She gently pushed Lucy away and started to squirt all over Lucy's beautiful face.

[User] Being the loyal servant, Lucy continued to pleasure her mistress. She felt every single bit of Rachel's pussy react to her tongue and felt the subtle twitches as she neared climax. She was suddenly shoved away and before she could react, she was given a bit of a facial as her boss squirted heavily all over her face. She gasped in a mixture of delight and disbelief as it happened. "Mistress, can I get dressed and er... ruin the uniform?" She enquired without hesitation and quickly blushed upon realizing she did. "Or er... permission to use the mudbath, ma'am?" She remarked in a rather poor bid to retain some degree of dignity.

[Assistant] "Of course you can let's relax together. Seems to me your still a bit frazzled." Rachel stood up from the massage table and took Lucy's hand. "Come with me." She lead Lucy to the mud bath. The tub was the size of a hot tub. Rachel helped Lucy to get in the tub. "Careful, don't slip." Rachel follows her in and settles down.

[User]
Lucy nodded as she proceeded to get dressed as Rachel stood up from the massage table. Her chest glistened from the mixture of spilt oils and urine, along with some degree of sweat. Lucy gently tucked the hem of her shirt into her waistband as her mistress came up to her and took her by the hand. She was led to the mudbath. The mudbath gently bubbled every few seconds as her heart started to beat rapidly. Her breaths started to increase slightly as Rachel walked her over to the squared tub that was built into the floor. The steps consisted of just three with a chrome handrail along the left hand side. The patio around it was a colorful blue with small channels to help with the draining of excess mud.

The mud itself was fairly light and a lovely shade of brown. It was very warm to the touch. Lucy slowly descended and let out a very soft gasp as she felt the mud slowly stick to her legs. She continued to descend until she was hip deep in the substance and went towards the rear end. She sat down and found herself chest deep. "Ooooh god." She uttered as she ran her hands over herself. The white shirt was ruined and clinged heavily to her chest, revealing her bra, though, Rachel already knew what she had been wearing. The rest of her uniformed hugged her figure. The mud bath had several settings in a small control panel located at the top right hand corner of the bath.


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Even without seeing his eyes, his body language and voice pitch gave away his rage. Irissa shook her head, feeling him pull her back up, seeing his hand reel back that brought more tears to her eyes, "W-Wait---No!" she tried, not quite able to shield herself before he had struck her again, even harder than the last time, really putting his strength into it.

He hit her so hard she suffered from whiplash, pain enveloping her whole head and neck, her body growing sore from her strained efforts in such a short amount of time. It seemed to have done the trick, Irissa not daring to move from her position on the ground, fingers digging into the earth so she could feel grounded and her eyes trying to look away from his hovering, calming figure. Even though he seemed to be lowering his temper, she wasn't going to risk him hitting her that hard again, at least not now when it was clear who was the alpha.

Irissa flinched when he got even closer, eyes wide as he forcefully brought her up and over his shoulder, the hem of her now ruined dress having ridden up her thighs and barely covering her ass. She tried to remain pliant, letting out pained whines and frightened whimpers here and their, jumping when she felt his hands moving up and down her thigh, teasing along the edge of her ass. The brunette shifted on his shoulder at this, her hands subconsciously grabbing at his wretched jacket while her thighs pressed and rubbed together uncomfortably.

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Carrying her like the sack of potatoes she was reduced to, Jack showed his knowledge of her life as He entered her apartment building and quickly made his way to her apartment. Entering the staircase, Jack made his way, in his own time, up the stairs, hand still pressed to her thigh to keep control of her momentum: should she move at all.

After the long climb up the few flights of stairs, Jack made his way to her apartment and pulled a second key to the knob from his pant pocket. The fact the door open so easily for him had to put even further unease into Irissa's chest, only begging the question of how long He had been after her.

Once inside her apartment, Jack walked the still limp girl to the bathroom and turned on the faucet of the bathtub, filling the tub itself with mildly warm water. Setting her on the floor, Irissa could see the dirty hand paint on the faucet handle as well as feel the dirt on her thigh from where his hand had been.

[User]
When he brought Irissa to her own apartment building, dread filled her chest. The brunette thought heavily on screaming, but this man had proved to her he wasn't to be trifled with, so she bit back her cries and sniffles emotionally. As he entered the stairway and began to ascend, she prayed and hoped someone would see them, knowing she lived in a rather sketchy building with some questionable characters, but there was no one in sight. The one night when she needed the crackheads to gawk, and they weren't even around.

Irissa then noticed how he was in no way hesitant with where he was going, her eyes widening and heart thumping loudly when he brought her eight to her own apartment. He even produced his own key, unlocking the door with ease and bringing realization that he'd been watching her, had been inside before. Every once in a while she would notice something out of place, or a drawer hanging open that she swore was closed. Of course she always dismissed these events, figuring she had just been forgetful. But she could see now that this man had been planning to grab her for who knows how long, and done God knows what in her home when she didn't know.

She pushed herself back into the corner when he set her on the bathroom floor, pulling her legs up and hugging them close. She was too frightened to look at his masked face, watching his dirty hand move to turn on the faucet. Looking down, the brunette could see handprints along her dress and thighs, disgust rising in her chest.

"W-Who are you...?" She finally mustered up enough courage to ask, keeping her head lowered so he wouldn't be enticed to hit her again, at least she hoped, "Why are you doing this to me?"

[Assistant]
Closing the bathroom door, Jack turned toward the girl and slowly turned his head to the side as he took his seat on the closed toilet, leaning forward to converse with the frightened, abused girl. "My name is Jack. And I have come to collect you. Disrobe and get in the bath."

His words were true and precise, much like his seemingly predetermined plan of attack: further enforcing that something held influence over him to exact such a violence as he did.

Pulling at his gloved and filthy hands, fabric yielded to show pale skin with colored chalk across his finger tips, aiding in his whole blue aesthetic. Shuffling slightly, His sweater was then removed, showing his lean chest and arms in a similar coloration as his fingers: pale but colored. "We're needed somewhere. You'd best get yourself cleaned up."

[User]
Irissa pressed herself harder against the wall when he came back over, having locked the door before sitting on the toilet to look at her, speaking calmly. He was acting different than before, Irissa not knowing when and if he was going to exact such violence on her again, "Collect me...?" She repeated softly, blushing hard at what he wanted her to do next.

She didn't get to say much before he was pulling off his gloves to reveal surprisingly clean looking and pale hands. Next came his sweater, showing off the rather lean but toned build he'd managed to hide. Her heartbeat was picking up quick, not understanding why he was undressing as well and of course assuming the worst.

Instead of doing as she was told, Irissa yanked the skirt of her dress down further over her knees, her other hand clutching the low v neck closed tight while she shook her head, "Needed where? I-I- Don't touch me!" She suddenly snapped when he reached towards her impatiently, squirming away the best she could while steam from the hot water began to make the room hazy.

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"Don't make this harder then it needs to be. Strip or get stripped. That's your call but my responsibility." He told her, honestly. Even through his mask, Irissa could probably see he was almost testing her, trying to see if she would learn or become a handful again.

Jack pulled the muscle shirt off his chest now half nude with Irissa now able to see several adorning scars on his chest: even missing a nipple. He had no modesty as He undid his boots, peeled his socks off and stood to release his belt and jeans. "You have till my pants hit the floor to decide whether you want me to take your clothes or if you wish to do so."

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Irissa frowned at the options, arms hugging herself as she tried to decide whether to fight against him or comply. His tone was calm, but there was something underlying it that suggested an edge of dominance. He knew that no matter what she chose, she couldn't win against him, something the brunette had been taught painfully, feeling her head still aching.

She looked back at him when he stood, slightly distracted by his appearance, having removed everything but his pants and beginning to work the belt open, his words making her jump into action, "Okay!" She said quickly, forcing herself to stand up and keeping her eyes to the floor.

The brunette untied her wrap dress, the now dingy material coming loose until she held her breath and nervously dropped it from her shoulders. It landed in a pool around her feet, her arms trying to cover up her exposure modestly as she stood in a white thong and matching lace bra. He prompted her to continue, Irissa biting her lip and she unhooked the back and dropped the bra, slowly pushing her panties down over her thick thighs and long legs. Rather than stand there awkwardly for him to gaze at her body, Irissa moved to step into the tub, quickly sitting down into the scolding water and clenching her teeth, bringing her knees up to cover herself.

[Assistant]
As she stripped down to her bare skin, Jack kept his watch on his own jeans that laid around his ankles, only rising his head once to see her backside and bare bottom. After she descended into the tub, Jack pushed his boxers to the floor and then stepped into her tub behind her.

Instead of spooning her, Jack pushed her lightly toward the edge of the tub while He stepped into the water and sat with his back against hers. The water was about at the tub edge with the pair of them in the water. Silence hung around them, only broken for a moment as his mask made a soft clatter as he set it on the floor beside his dark pile of clothes.

[User]
Irissa kept her eyes forward, seeing him remove his boxers in her peripheral vision but not daring to turn. She braced herself once feeling him step in, but was shocked when he sat with his back pressed to hers, his skin cold as ice and making her jump and gasp.

She kept quiet, feeling confusion fill her thoughts before she felt and heard him remove his mask, setting it down. They sat quietly, Irissa starting to feel her heart rate return to a more normal pace. Feeling awkward, the brunette grabbed a rag and soap, working a lather before she slowly washed away the muck on her skin, trying to ignore the fact that he was right behind her.

Her eyes moved to the floor, spotting his wretched clothing that was cakes in blood and dirt, making her frown. "If... if you'd like, I can wash those for you...?" She offered, voice soft and unsure, but perhaps if she showed some kindness, he would have mercy? She could only hope so.

[Assistant]
Jack waited his moment before the soap was back within reach before he took it into his own hands and began to wash. Jack turned slightly towards his clothes as she offered to clean them, his voice now clear of obstruction, "I don't think those have ever been washed." He stated surely before he turned back forward, their spines rubbing against one another.

Some time passed before Jack spoke again this time turning a but further towards the girl. "I want to apologize for my brutality. I'm much more of a silent specialist if I'm honest. Something... someone has had too tight a hold on me as of late. That doesn't heal your jaw, but the second strike for sure was not my intention."

[User]
Irissa nodded at his response, figuring she'd toss them in the machine anyway. Irissa could feel him shifting as she herself rinsed off the soap on her skin, remaining quiet until he seemed to be some as well. She slowly watched the water around them turn into a dull brown, sneering a bit in disgust.

She about couldn't believe it then he apologized, turning her head a bit to look at him sideways, unable to see his face but seeing the outline of his cheek and jaw. She moved her own hand up to touch the bruise forming on her cheek looking back at the tiled wall in front of her, "...what is it that had a hold of you?" She finally asked.

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"Dark things. Dark things I have no place resisting." He mentioned before he turned back, sighing softly before He aimed his head back lightly. "Vague. Cryptic. Monsters are real Irissa. And they want Us. You, Me, the whole damn zoo of people. They want us like we don't want them." He mentioned, trying to clarify what he was talking about, yet it still didn't do justice to what had happened.

Turning the shower head on, Jack pulled the plug on the tub and slowly stood upright, rinsing off from all the now filthy water that had surrounded them, even if it didn't come across as disgusting as it did for her.

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Irissa still had no clue what he was on about, her features twisted with further confusion, frightened by the crazed talk but she made no move or word against him. He stood up and she followed his example, keeping her back to him while the water drained below and fresh came through the shower head.

She felt compelled to turn around and try to take a look at his face, but ultimately felt too modest with herself to do so. When the water finally stopped, she stepped out and quickly wrapped a towel around her body, handing one to him as well with her head turned away from his nude form. She bent down and gathered up their clothing, "I'll clean these..." she said, walking out to the washing machine that was in the hall just outside of the bathroom.

Irissa pressed start and riffled through the clean pile in her basket, pulling on some panties and yoga pants. She turned her back to him again and threw on a tanktop, not bothering with a bra.

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Jack kept his back turned to the girl, his presence just enough to keep her tethered nearby, since He probably seemed the type to not be opposed to chase someone down in the buff. After the water was shut off and a towel was handed over to him, stopping him in place. The gesture seemed more routine then kind and intentional, yet it still managed to stun him briefly. Yet brief it was, He wiped down his body until He was merely a pale, lean, brown haired young man again.

"Wait---what will I..." He asked before she walked off anyway, leaving him now alone in his slight confusion. Taking up his mask and donning it once more, He followed behind her, towel in hand instead of around his waist.

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As Irissa turned back around, she jumped back at the sight of him, her eyes trailing down to see him holding the towel rather than tied around his waist. She blushed heavily and turned away, having thought being nice would work in her favor though now it left another problem.

"Uhm, I might have something you can out on for now." She said, walking towards her bedroom and shuffling through her closet. After a bit of digging she managed to pull out an old flannel and sweatpants from her old boyfriends, having taken more than a few articles of clothing over the years. "Here." She said awkwardly, keeping her eyes away and handing then over.

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Luckily, Jack's mask covered both his disfigurement and his blushing cheeks, both something He wisher to keep from her sight for as long as he could. Now as Jack stood by the doorway of the doorway, He was completely on display. Much like his hands and torso, He was decently pale in skin tone on his male genitals, and it favored his height and width, being modestly long yet thin.

He had no intention of being forceful with the girl, and also to his own dismay, He knew being willing to be naked was somewhat dominating. Hopefully just the self expression of being nude would be enough to ensure She wouldn't underestimate his ability or confuse his kindnesses for mercy.


[User] Hailey glanced out of the window, idly stirring her cup of coffee. Pedestrians were walking on the pavement, talking eagerly. She couldn't make out the words, and yet saw enough to realize that they were all looking excited. Taking a sip, the girl let out a sigh. She was quite anxious to meet her long-lost best friend again. Had, in fact, been counting the days for quite a while now. She consulted her watch, a frown creasing her eyebrows. Anytime now.

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Aria had just turned nineteen. She had been reaching out to some of her old friends. At the peak of her life, right before high school, her parents decided to live like a gypsy. She became homeschooled and traveled the world. She saw so many wonderful things, but in the end, she was glad to go to university back in her hometown, while her parents continued to see and do things.

She had finally heard from Hailey. She looked at the small cafe and walked inside. She wore a pale yellow dress and looked around. "Hailey?" She asked, going up to the girl she assumed it was. "How are you?"

[User] Hailey got up with a smile as she arrived. "Oh, I'm just fine. What about you, Aria?" She resumed her seat, looking eagerly at the girl. It'd been a long time since they'd last met. It almost gave her a funny feeling in the stomach. "I'd been waiting to meet you for a while now," she laughed. She poured out a cup of coffee for Young, asking her to help herself. "How have you been keeping? Do you remember that we'd dined here years ago?" She looked around the shop with an air of benign interest.

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Aria went and sat down in front of the girl and smiled some. "I am fine, it was a nice drive back into town. Trying to find a place, I'm right now down at the motel. Oh, that was so long ago. I had so much fun here with you. I hated having to tell you that I was leaving." She did, Aria was into girls at a young age. She knew right away.

The reason, point blank why her parents decided they should live the gypsy life. Convert her daughter, go back to their baptist ways. But she couldn't. Seeing Hailey just made her stomach swirl with excitement. "So, tell me what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone?"

[User] "Yeah, you're right." They'd certainly had some fun back then. "Good times," Hailey said reminiscently, taking another sip. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, smiling at Aria. "And no... I haven't been seeing anyone." She shuddered slightly. "I'm not, well..." She hesitated for a moment, deliberating as to whether it'd be wise to tell the girl. She decided that it would. "I'm not into guys at all, actually." Grinning in an embarrassed sort of way, Hailey finished the coffee. "I hope you don't mind me saying so. And anyway, it'd be a lot harder for me to date a girl, you know?"

[Assistant] Aria stared at her friend and nodded as she thought back on the memory of her leaving. It hurt like hell. When hearing the girl confess to not liking guys she laughed a little. She smiled and reached her hand out to touch hers. "Guys are just... ya no, I get you one hundred percent... its actually why we started moving." She said, confessing the secrets of old to her friend. "My parents didn't like the fact that I was... well into girls."

[User] Hailey looked amazed. "I never knew," she said. "Why didn't you tell me? Also, I wasn't lying when I said that I'm into girls. I-I was serious." Somehow her midsection seemed to be crawling with excitement. She cleared her throat. "Well, drink your coffee. It'd get cold. So, you aren't seeing anyone, are you?" Somehow she doubted that, and yet felt the need to make sure. While it couldn't affect her in any way, the girl was waiting with bated breath for her to reply in the negative.

[Assistant] Aria looked at the girl and shook her head. "I trust that you weren't lying. Why would you lie about it, you told me first?" She said with a smile and took a sip of her coffee after the girl told her to. Coffee, never her strong suit, but she didn't mind it. It was for Hailey. She looked her up and down carefully. "I am not seeing anyone, my parents wouldn't allow people to get close enough. As for not telling you, I don't know I was just discovering it and I had a major crush on you, and plus I always thought you had the hots for Brandon, the guy who was gonna make it on the football team." She paused and then pushed her coffee away. "Are you going to college?"

[User] Hailey could hardly suppress her excitement at hearing that she had had a crush on him. "You did?" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from Aria. Something seemed to be squirming inside her stomach. "And no. Like I said, I've got no attraction to birds." She wrinkled her nose. "I never even cared about Brandon, really. In fact---" she took a deep breath. "I kind of thought you were pretty, too. No, really," she added, thinking that the girl would think she was just joking. "I did. And no... I don't really have the money. No college." She shrugged, as if to suggest that it was of no consequence. Hailey leaned forward, touching her arm. "You are beautiful, you know."

[Assistant] "Yeah... I did. I wanted to ask you to our middle school graduation party, but when my parents heard that, it was away and gone, right before high school." Hearing that the girl thought Brandon was not the same as she had thought Aria pretty. Aria looked away for a minute, blushing quietly before turning to face her. "I am sorry, did you want to go to college?" She said, trying to turn the subject away from her dancing stomach at the mutual attraction. "Well, you are gorgeous, Hailey."


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Edonilhad stepped back again, as much as he could from the other out of nervousness... where were all these thoughts coming from? He should not have been so easily drawn to such a display... he knew the risks of random strangers and becoming involved---and maybe had been a bit paranoid over the last few years because of it---and yet the more this one pressed into that personal bubble, the more he found himself wanting it to be popped and invaded... "Statistically speaking-" he started, only to be cut off by the sudden aggressiveness of the others approach.

The sudden tight hold had the pretty and sheepish seeming creature caught entirely off guard... he only started trying to squirm and get free after he'd been lead a few steps and the woman approached... once they were to the hall, he found his voice again, "L-look... I really am not..." But it was too late as she stepped out of the way and Lexander slid the key into the door. "Really... I just..."

The moment he was pulled into the room he managed to pull back and struggled to right the slight wrinkles in his clothing out of habit. Such a tidy and well kept pretty male, not what one was used to with the stories of Hunters. Supposedly as blood-thirsty as the vampires themselves- only for the vampires instead of mortals... they had always destroyed the nocturnal creatures, but they had originally done it at the words of those more powerful in rank, such as Vampire Lords and Vampire Princes... and had been stolen by the human clergy to destroy their own Masters for the sake of destruction rather than for power or numbers... It had gone from having meaning to being a path to their own death... but Edonilhad was not a killer... something had happened to completely silence his nature... and Lexander was waking it up---which made him excessively nervous.

"I want to go home." He started for the door again.

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The key slid into the lock with ease as the clicking of locks turned and removed the barrier that was keeping the door closed. Once inside the room, Lexander released the male, nearly throwing him to the large bed in the center of the room. He growled lowly and cracked his neck a little. "Oh, no Little Lamb. I am sorry, well not really, but you have fallen right into my line of interest. I am not one to let something I want to go. Besides, I believe you would rather stay right here by me, yes?" He whispered as he shut the door and it was locked from the outside by the submissive he left outside the door. He smirked. "There is no escape for you. Only I can give the word that will open that door, and I have not had my fun with you yet, Little Lamb." He purred and moved back over to the male.

He studied him for a moment when he grabbed his face with one strong grip of his hand. "My, my, Little Lamb, such a suitable for someone like you. You have hair white as snow, eyes that beg to be taken by the big bad wolf..." He purred and brought the male's face close to his own. He nearly laughed at the wolf comment, but he lacked a better metaphor. Wolves... such horrid creatures.

His attention turned back to the male and he placed his lips roughly on the male's lips and pressed their bodies together. Why did this human make his bloodlust build beyond his breaking point? Why was this one so special compared to your everyday male or just human in general??

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The tugging throw had drawn him off balance briefly, and despite his words, he heard the click and realized only a bit late, that this room did not have a latch they could unlock. "H-how do we... get out if there is a fire?" He asked, a mild amount of panic entering his tones, both due to the situation and to that very question... An answer was important in his mind, just enough of importance to bury the growing arousal he was denying he even had. "There has to be a way out... this isn't... it isn't legal..." He murmured softly, those eyes refusing to look at Lexander as he tried to keep his distance...

That hand caught him up, causing his eyes to widen... no one should be able to move that fast! That wasn't human!

He swallowed hard as his eyes were forced to at least lift to those lips... lips that promised things that he had been trying to ignore... Ones he wanted to feel on his flesh, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he didn't... "Nnn..." What could he say to such a comparison? His hair was naturally the color of bleach-white snow and even he had found it something to wonder at when he was younger.

For some reason he also imagined the other had fangs... just like a wolf... and then that kiss came, crushing his protests, even though he weakly pushed at the other's chest as a whimpering moan escaped into the other's mouth... He wanted it... he was squirming even as he struggled... and there was no logic to the drive... but the more this other took, the more he found himself wanting that control ripped out of his grasp.

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Lexander chuckled and pulled back from the kiss as he stroked the male's cheek. "Oh do not worry. If I need out, I can get out." He told him with a smirk knowing well of his own strength. He did enjoy this panic in Edonilhad's voice. That made this all even more tasteful and exciting for him. Lexander shrugged and began trailing kisses down to the Little Lamb's neck. There he paused over the soft delicate skin that would soon give way to his bite. "I am not worried about anything being legal. I take what I want." He growled as his fangs extended.

The pushing and squirming only made things so much more arousing for Lexander. He chuckled and then his fangs bit down hard into the flesh, releasing the beautiful life elixir that was trapped beneath. The moment the blood hit his tongue, he growled and his bloodlust now took over for the moment as he held Edonilhad's body against his own.

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Edonilhad was not entirely convinced of the statement... his whole body trembling at the thought, and those words sent a chill along his spine... he struggled in that grip, his body growing warmer and more inviting as each kiss was laid out. He didn't know why he was feeling such excitement, he knew it was both wrong and dangerous... even that growl had him gasping as he found his fingers were no longer aiding his escape... but he had somehow curled them into the others clothing as if clutching to him. He'd nearly managed to loosen his grip when those fangs came...

A soft cry parted his lips... and then... ecstasy... he melted against Lexander... eyes wide for a split second from that tug on his blood... then a whimper followed and he was all but writhing in that grip...

His blood tasted the equivalent of liquid gold to Lexander... power... strength... satisfaction the likes of which Lexander had never known... it was so sweet... and the moans that came from the one in his arms were not like a human... a human was soft... pale... and edging towards death... if anything Edonilhad only seemed to be gaining in pleasure... those pretty slender fingers were pulling onto his clothing, pressing a needy form up to the vampires.. he was far from weak... and he should have been able to escape... but the mindset he'd been trained to have by those around him said he had to be careful not to hurt anyone---even when he was in danger... instead of such, that bite had his mind swimming in desire the likes of which he had not imagined existed... and that same pleasure, and perhaps more could be tasted in his blood...

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Lexander felt the fragile fingers grip his clothing as he fed on his Little Lamb. This made him embrace the male more against his own body. The blood was giving him such power even from the first drop. What was he? It tasted human, but at the same time, it was not. No human's blood possessed this much power. He could not help but to moan into the bite as he slurped hungrily. The clerics of the church made it hard to feast until he was satisfied, which was usually almost seventy bodies later for a pureblood like himself. He was shocked that his Little Lamb was still standing as his violet eyes glowed bright like that of a predator.

He could taste all the emotion and need through the blood. He pulled back from the bite and licked it slowly to close the wounds and lap up the little bit of blood that ran from the holes. He grinned and stood there admiring the male's reactions to his bite.

"Now that you are more compliant, get on the bed while I fetch something from the closet."


[User] Thomas looked at her seeing her expression. "Can't you're our only leverage we have on your old man to return Harper... when your old man returns Harper you are free to go. until then you'll just have to get comfortable." He said calmly. "Let me ask you how well do you know your old man?" He asked calmly.

[Assistant] Anna looked at Thomas then at the door behind him. She could still hear people outside the room. She wondered how long it would be before someone managed to get in the room, someone who wasn't as kind as Thomas was. She looked back at Thomas again. "I don't know anything. Do you honestly think if I knew that they were selling women off to be sex slaves that I would continue to let them do it. They walk into the bar, go into the room, and the door closes. You can't hear anything through that door." She glanced back at the door. "What's gonna stop them from coming in here?...doing what you won't do?..."

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Thomas looked at her as he saw her glance at the door and the ruckus that happened outside the door. "Well one I have a gun, and I gave them an order being President helps... plus the lock of that door is crazy... one second." He said standing up and walked to the door and slammed his fist on the door a couple of times before moving the eye slit. "Piss off if you fuck this up I will rip off your patch and blacken your ink myself!" he yelled sternly sounding rather military. A faint 'but' was heard "Don't make me come out there and beat your asses! Go downstairs and go to your posts unless you want the Serpents to show up unannounced and killing everyone!" He yelled as the people dispersed.

He slammed the slit shut as he sat back down taking a few breaths to calm down. "Sorry for that... want something to drink?" He asked looking at her.

[Assistant] Anna jumped at every pound that he placed on the door. She thought about what it would feel like for that force to be toward her. It terrified her. She looked down at the floor trying to relax her breathing as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She looked back at him as he sat down. She held back the tears that were welding up in her eyes. If she had any hope of getting out, she had to be smart. She shook her head as he asked if she wanted something to drink. "No thank you... but... I have to go to the bathroom..."

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Thomas looked at her hearing her question his mind worked as he looked around to make sure she couldn't escape when he cut her lose. He nodded. "Sure we have one there." He said pointing to a door that looked barely used. "In case we have long meetings we use that... but we rarely do." He said with a chuckle for a moment. He pulled out his knife and cut the duct tape holding her to the chair he sheathed the knife and walked to the door. He had everything clasped down so he couldn't be pickpocketed, an old habit from his army days.

He opened the door for her, inside was a toilet with a small sink and a roll of toilet paper. The tiling was white and looked very generic compared to the rest of the building which had things from all over the country, different places of the world. It looked very unorganized but it still had some order in it that the member could clearly see.

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Anna sat still while he cut her loose and moved away. She watched as he clasped his knife back down. There goes that idea. She gently rubbed her wrists. "Thank you" She said softly as she looked around the room. She didn't see any windows that would allow for any quick exists. She stood up slowly, a little wobbly and put her hand on the chair to steady herself.

She looked at the bathroom door that he was standing next to then glanced over at the door to leave. She didn't hear any commotion outside of the door that she previously heard. She could probably make it out the door before he could catch her. Unless it was locked. That would slow her down a little bit. She took a small step toward the door. Was it worth trying?

[User] Thomas saw her look at the door and weighing her options and saw her take a small step towards the door. "It's not locked but the only way out takes you through a bunch of angry bikers, a distraught pissed off step mom. Please don't try it, it will only go badly for you." He said calmly but he did stop leaning on the door frame and centered himself. He was ready to go after her but he hoped she wouldn't try it.

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Anna glanced over at him before looking at the door again. She was not in the mood to get attacked any more today. Nor did she want to get blood on her clothes. She loved these jeans. She took a step back then looked at him again. "Can't hate a girl for trying..."

She walked over to the bathroom and gently shut the door. When she was done, she washed and opened the door leaning on it. She looked at Thomas then the chair and gently put her hands on her arms. "If I promise to listen and be good can we avoid the chair?..."

[User] Thomas shook his head. "I don't mind it really... expected it to be honest, glad you listened to reason." He said as he waited for her to finish up. "That we can do... it's just a pain to tie you up and free you every time you have to piss or shit." He said with a chuckle. "You can sit or stand your call." He said as he did sat down. "So want something to drink?" He asked looking at her.

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Anna looked at him as he offered a drink again she nodded before moving along the back wall. "Okay... I'll take a drink..." She said as she took her jacket off and slid down the wall. Her knees bent as she laid her jacket on her lap and laid her arms on her knees playing with her sleeves.

"I can't help you..." she said as she looked at him sadly. "They don't tell me anything. Like I said they shut the door and I don't hear anything. It's not like we talking about club business over dinner..."

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Thomas looked at her nodding and stood up walking to the door opening it a bit and whistled, the sound of footsteps running up stairs was heard. "Get us something to drink." He said simply as he closed the door. He didn't wait for a response as he sat back down. "I believe you... like I said earlier, you are more leverage... a hostage rather than a source of intel. During the times we talked before this shit I knew that you didn't know much. Me asking earlier was a little hope, hoping we could find her without all this shit. Sadly we can't and we have to wait on your father to call." he said as he looked at her.

There was a knocking sound and a young man barely eighteen wearing a prospect jacket brought in two beers setting them on the table before walking out avoiding eye contact. Thomas sighed, "Truth is the moment you and Heather clear the field an all out war is gonna break out, the agreement with the cops will be pushed to its limit... a lot of people are gonna die, not just here in all the other towns and cities where both of our Clubs have charters. When your father took Heather that was the lighting of a fuse leading to the powder keg... now we are just riding out the fuse until the keg goes boom." He said as he opened the beers and handed her one.

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Anna looked up at him before gently taking the beer from him. She looked at the beer before taking a big sip then looked at him again. "Was any of it real... or was if all a plot to take down my father?..." She thought about the day she met him. All of their talks and the feelings that she got when she looked at him. She could have really liked him if given the chance but now... now it was all gone and all that was left was the feeling of being used.

"Why does their have to be a war? Why can't you just get her back and that be it? I doubt they'll be stupid enough to do it again. Why not just let this all go. No one has to die."