[center][h2]Pleasure and Pain[/h2][/center]
[center]Wind Wild[/center]
[center][b]Day 1, Miday[/b][/center]
[center][i]Ludelle, Sirius[/i][/center]


Ludelle's vision slowly cleared revealing a very familiar sight. Bare walls, faint light and an abyss beyond. She was confused for a few moments before the memories started trickling back into her mind. The guards... The man? Wasn't she just talking to someone? Someone vague whose face she couldn't quite see but someone who was definitely in the cell next to her....? And wasn't she just leaning on the bars? How did she end up on the bed again? Had she fallen asleep? Or had she finally started seeing things and talking to herself?
 
The woman sat upright and massaged her forehead. Rising to her feet she went to the bars and peeked into the nearby cell. Nothing. He was either asleep or a figure of her own imagination.
 
“Hello there.” A sleek voice greeted from behind her, nearly making Ludelle jump out of her skin. She turned and her beak impacted the metal bars, making her brain rattle and her vision shake. As she staggered backwards with an angry hiss she could hear a soft chuckle lingering in the man's throat.
 
“I'm sorry to startle you.” He said about as sincerely as a bear apologizing to a bee. She managed an angry “what do you want” as her eyes ran over the guard uniform and paused at the machine gun over his shoulder. A lump formed in her throat but if she didn't speak he wouldn't notice.
 
“I heard you've been a naughty girl.” The guard kept smiling. That smile over a young face looked oddly happy, the sincere kind that made a person's eyes light up. Unlike his words it didn't seem malicious... at least not until he leaned forwards, grabbing the bars and poking his nose through them. “A... [b]very[/b]... naughty girl...” He murmured slowly and this time the chill she felt was obvious. It made the feathers covering her head stand up. Was that it? Was this man her final verdict? He didn’t answer.
 
For a few excruciating moments she stood there, unable to move, her breath catching in her throat. Like a petrified animal caught by the light of oncoming traffic she froze and couldn't do anything but stare. And he stared back. Shamelessly, silently. He relished in the moment quietly as if it were a fragile spell any word could break. Indeed, the sight of the fear she was trying to hold in was sending thrills of pleasure down his spine. It came in waves, lighting his gut on fire. The shiny rubber covering her skin was clinging to her body, revealing every perfect curve and every unconscious shiver. The light reflected off the strips, twisted by her forms and made her that much more beautiful to his gleaming eyes. The inhuman beak barely covering bitten and bloodied lips, the mystery of her face driving him wild.

He was mesmerised, she realised. A sick flame was barely visible in his eyes and his muscles seemed to tense in preparation of… something. She knew that if she was smart enough she could use that excitement against him. Perhaps coax him into the cell and then wrestling over the gun? There was a small chance of her winning but still a chance.
 
But then his hand slid to the lock and her courage evaporated. As he took a step in, she took a step back… and that continued until her back hit the wall and he hovered over her.
 
“Don’t be afraid.” He cooed with a voice as soft as a thorny rose. It somehow soothed and scratched her nerves at the same time. Confused she looked up to stared deep in his eyes.. Too bad she wasn’t a fighter. If she was, she would have realised his hand was coming up to her throat at the same time as she was lifting her chin. And when he squeezed, his grip was iron.

She tried to scream but with her crushed larynx that proved impossible. She tried to struggle but the guard smashed her head hard against the bricks and all strength left her. He removed his hand and let her body slide to the ground, vision blurring and world spinning. Then he knelt, grabbed the beak and forced it up with a sharp motion. Ludelle heard her neck snap and then his chilling voice. “Now you swallow.”

[i]What?[/i] It took a second to register that his lips were now torturing hers. And they tasted salty and bitter. 

Fuelled by the influx of oxygen and panic, Ludelle’s hands came up to push him away and this time he didn’t resist. He stood and calmly walked out on the walkway, locking the door behind him. He was still smiling when he departed.

“Go back to bed, sweetheart. And sweet dreams.”