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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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Maria was surprised when he actually agreed to let her have a shower. He was more confusing then any being she had ever met before. She had expected him to slap her and torture her again for asking for anything. Maybe he was not as predictable as she had thought...
Being dragged out of the torture room had her anxious. After all she was naked still and she had no idea just how many underlings he had working for him. He was obviously not interested in her as a woman, in fact she was starting to wonder if his male parts even worked properly. Not that she wanted to find out. That thought was enough to make her want to throw up the meal she'd just had.
She would just have to trust that he was not going to let each of his underlings take a turn at her. Although he had done just about everything else to torture her so far.
She distracted herself by thinking about his comment. She reminded him of his mother?
"Is that good or bad?" she asked, genuinely curious.
When they reached the shower she didn't even care if he left the room or not. The water felt heavenly. She nearly moaned in relief when the clean water hit her skin. She hisses at the pain of some of her still open wounds but she wasn't moving away from the water. She cupped it in her hands, splashing her face and rubbing her neck and arms, gently scrubbing away the blood and sweat. Maria nearly cried when she saw the soap and shampoo. They were not her brand but she didn't give a shit. As far as she was concerned it was gold.
She enjoyed herself for as long as he let her, but eventually she did finish. She stepped out and looked for something to dry off.
"Thank you," she said, being polite to her torturer yet again.
Maria understood why that was. It was a typical psychological reaction to someone you feared : you tried to befriend them to lessen the fear. She hated that she was doing it. Next would come Stolkholm syndrome.
Please Alistair... Lucian... come for me soon... she begged in her mind.
Being dragged out of the torture room had her anxious. After all she was naked still and she had no idea just how many underlings he had working for him. He was obviously not interested in her as a woman, in fact she was starting to wonder if his male parts even worked properly. Not that she wanted to find out. That thought was enough to make her want to throw up the meal she'd just had.
She would just have to trust that he was not going to let each of his underlings take a turn at her. Although he had done just about everything else to torture her so far.
She distracted herself by thinking about his comment. She reminded him of his mother?
"Is that good or bad?" she asked, genuinely curious.
When they reached the shower she didn't even care if he left the room or not. The water felt heavenly. She nearly moaned in relief when the clean water hit her skin. She hisses at the pain of some of her still open wounds but she wasn't moving away from the water. She cupped it in her hands, splashing her face and rubbing her neck and arms, gently scrubbing away the blood and sweat. Maria nearly cried when she saw the soap and shampoo. They were not her brand but she didn't give a shit. As far as she was concerned it was gold.
She enjoyed herself for as long as he let her, but eventually she did finish. She stepped out and looked for something to dry off.
"Thank you," she said, being polite to her torturer yet again.
Maria understood why that was. It was a typical psychological reaction to someone you feared : you tried to befriend them to lessen the fear. She hated that she was doing it. Next would come Stolkholm syndrome.
Please Alistair... Lucian... come for me soon... she begged in her mind.
Poor Adelisa!! If Theo touches her I'll skin him alive and turn him into a throw rug and let my dog poop on him every day!!
Jessalyn - Bookstore - Tremblay
Jess studied the man as he spoke. She was getting so many different readings from him it was hard to know just what kind of a person she was talking to. But at least he was honest enough to tell her that he wouldn't hurt them as long as there wasn't any point to it. Honesty was something she could work with.
Shifting Ben a little, she asked the next thing that was upmost in her mind. "What do you plan to do with us? I am no use to you right now. I can't work, not with Ben. And according to most of the men I have come across my only value is for sex," Jess flinced and her voice shook a bit as the words left her, showing how much that opinion hurt her. "Are you really going to house and feed us without getting anything in return?"
Once he answered she asked about where they would stay. "Will we be safe? From the other... people here?" she paused briefly but was sure he knew what she meant to ask : would she have to fear the men here?
If he was as smart as he seemed she knew that these questions would reveal just what kind of life she'd had up until now. Except for her time with Floyd and Abram Jessalyn had lived in fear of falling into the hands of those who would hurt her for their own pleasure. She had read once that some animals would take a female and kill her offspring in order to force her to mate...
She felt her stomach growl. Being a portable milk machine meant you needed to eat regularly. If she didn't eat, Ben didn't eat. But she didn't even begin to know how to ask him for food. She actually felt... shy...
God how long had it been since she'd felt shy? With Floyd... that was the last time...
Jess also knew she needed to gather herself some of the baby supplies he had claimed to have. If he wasn't going to let them go, she needed to find out where they were going to be kept so she could start making it comfortable for her son. It crossed her mind that she was wanting to nest, like a bird.
Jess studied the man as he spoke. She was getting so many different readings from him it was hard to know just what kind of a person she was talking to. But at least he was honest enough to tell her that he wouldn't hurt them as long as there wasn't any point to it. Honesty was something she could work with.
Shifting Ben a little, she asked the next thing that was upmost in her mind. "What do you plan to do with us? I am no use to you right now. I can't work, not with Ben. And according to most of the men I have come across my only value is for sex," Jess flinced and her voice shook a bit as the words left her, showing how much that opinion hurt her. "Are you really going to house and feed us without getting anything in return?"
Once he answered she asked about where they would stay. "Will we be safe? From the other... people here?" she paused briefly but was sure he knew what she meant to ask : would she have to fear the men here?
If he was as smart as he seemed she knew that these questions would reveal just what kind of life she'd had up until now. Except for her time with Floyd and Abram Jessalyn had lived in fear of falling into the hands of those who would hurt her for their own pleasure. She had read once that some animals would take a female and kill her offspring in order to force her to mate...
She felt her stomach growl. Being a portable milk machine meant you needed to eat regularly. If she didn't eat, Ben didn't eat. But she didn't even begin to know how to ask him for food. She actually felt... shy...
God how long had it been since she'd felt shy? With Floyd... that was the last time...
Jess also knew she needed to gather herself some of the baby supplies he had claimed to have. If he wasn't going to let them go, she needed to find out where they were going to be kept so she could start making it comfortable for her son. It crossed her mind that she was wanting to nest, like a bird.
Maria's song faded as the door was flung open. She braced herself before the slap. At least he was predictable. He was also predictable in how he threw a tantrum, gagging her while yelling questions at her. Just how was she supposed to respond?
She waited for him to wind down, like the child he was. He did, sort of, in that he removed the gag. "If you are finished with the name-calling," she said, regretting her tone but not apologizing. She would just pay for it later with more pain. That was another way he was predictable. "I am a singer. Music is my life-blood. They are what make up my inner self, my entire being. I sing what comes to me from my emotions. I heard that song many years ago, while I was in Tortuga. I remember it being haunting and beautiful, so I asked the girl to teach it to me."
She paused a moment, really looking at him. There was something in his eyes... something more then anger. Not weakness exactly... more like... resentment maybe? The song must have something to do with his past. Why else would he react so strongly to it?
Her first thought was to sing it again and louder, but her own nature wouldn't let her. "I did not sing to spite you," she said in a low voice. "I always sing it when I am sad."
Thoughts of Lucian and Alistair filled her mind and she wanted to cry, but forced the feeling away. Now was not the time. Not in front of him.
The little female looked down at the corpse on the floor. Although it made her sick to do it, she knew what the right thing to do was. "Thank you for the meal," she said, forcing the words out. "I do not relish how I got it or how... animalistic I became while feeding, but I do know how to show appreciation."
She winced, hissing a bit as some of her deeper wounds were healing. It hurt like a bitch. If she ever got her hands on that Goblin....
Once the worst of the pain was over she slumped back down against the hard surface she was tied to. Her limbs felt stiff from being in the same position for so long, her bare body streaked with blood and sweat, her hair messy and tangled.
When she looked at her captor again, her eyes held no anger or bite. They just looked tired and weary.
"I suppose a shower would be too much to ask?" she said, her voice tired but with a trace of hope. She hated feeling dirty and sticky, hated not being able to brush her hair.
She waited for him to wind down, like the child he was. He did, sort of, in that he removed the gag. "If you are finished with the name-calling," she said, regretting her tone but not apologizing. She would just pay for it later with more pain. That was another way he was predictable. "I am a singer. Music is my life-blood. They are what make up my inner self, my entire being. I sing what comes to me from my emotions. I heard that song many years ago, while I was in Tortuga. I remember it being haunting and beautiful, so I asked the girl to teach it to me."
She paused a moment, really looking at him. There was something in his eyes... something more then anger. Not weakness exactly... more like... resentment maybe? The song must have something to do with his past. Why else would he react so strongly to it?
Her first thought was to sing it again and louder, but her own nature wouldn't let her. "I did not sing to spite you," she said in a low voice. "I always sing it when I am sad."
Thoughts of Lucian and Alistair filled her mind and she wanted to cry, but forced the feeling away. Now was not the time. Not in front of him.
The little female looked down at the corpse on the floor. Although it made her sick to do it, she knew what the right thing to do was. "Thank you for the meal," she said, forcing the words out. "I do not relish how I got it or how... animalistic I became while feeding, but I do know how to show appreciation."
She winced, hissing a bit as some of her deeper wounds were healing. It hurt like a bitch. If she ever got her hands on that Goblin....
Once the worst of the pain was over she slumped back down against the hard surface she was tied to. Her limbs felt stiff from being in the same position for so long, her bare body streaked with blood and sweat, her hair messy and tangled.
When she looked at her captor again, her eyes held no anger or bite. They just looked tired and weary.
"I suppose a shower would be too much to ask?" she said, her voice tired but with a trace of hope. She hated feeling dirty and sticky, hated not being able to brush her hair.
really Trixy? going off to have sexy time with the enemy while Maria is being tortured and abused?
*shakes head* I am so disappointed in you
*shakes head* I am so disappointed in you
I can't wait for Maria to be rescued from Theo the Ass. He is not treating her right. She needs to start the healing process.
I am at work and can't reply right now, but damn what is Theo's major malfunction? She was just singing and very softly. It's not like she was intentionally trying to upset him. She's a singer, that is how she expresses herself. It would be like getting angry at a canary for singing.
Congrats to Savi for making a complete asshole bad guy. *hugs* I've missed rping with you sweetie. You are awesome.
Congrats to Savi for making a complete asshole bad guy. *hugs* I've missed rping with you sweetie. You are awesome.
Yes please someone find her
<Snipped quote by Myst> Hey Alister, let's tag-team Maria.idk if I should be happy about this, or very worried
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