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Post by Ventia on Oct 25, 2015 2:15:13 GMT -5
( Jewel) Keith strode through the hallway, his dark hair was slightly damped, almost as though he had just came out of a shower and tossed a towel through his hair when in reality, he was drowning a bitch. The suit shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, showing the ink that marred his skin. A button or two was missing in the top of his shirt, showing off his collarbone. His shirt had gotten this way due to his victim scratching at him in a futile attempt to get away; not that it would work, because it was the fighting-back spirit that amused Keith tremendously and made him want to cause incredible amounts of pain to the person until their spirit broke or their body did. And God knew and was disgusted at how much Keith loved seeing the sight of a rebellious bitch slowly losing that fire in them until their eyes grew cold and dull, their body going limp in his arms unable to find the will to keep on fighting, and they didn't even try to hold back their screams and tears because what was the point? He had finally won. And Keith loved winning. Loved breaking someone so strong and willful into nothingness. Loved taking the fight out of someone. Loved causing pain and suffering. It was the only thing he knew what to do and God. He was good at it. He eased into the door at the end of the hall, the heady smell of sex was in the air along with muffled cries of protest and blood being spilled. With uninterested dark eyes, Keith glanced at the side of the room, where there was a table and two men raping a little girl who looked not even the age of ten. Keith's lips twisted upwards in a grim smirk, watching the little girl for a moment as her tears ran over her red cheeks and then the duck tape covering her lips, he watched as blood dripped down her breast from where a long gash was. Their eyes met and for a single moment, everything stopped, her eyes dilated as though recognizing him and then immediately her body went limp when just a moment ago she had been arching back and forth trying to get away from the men but now? She was obedient, making no protest sounds as they plunged into her small frame. But all the while, her eyes were on his, dread and fear overfilling the hazel in her pretty eyes and it only made his smirk widen. He moved inside, amused at the reaction of the girl and mentally remembering her face so that he could call on her after he was finished with his work. He went to the other side of the room, away from the raping and towards another room, he pushed inside and walked farther in, ignoring the cages that he passed. He moved all the way in, until he eased into another door, walking towards the man who was standing and observing a line of people all shackled down and bare of all clothing. "Ah, just in time. These are the newbies." Carter was a man in his early forties, with salt and pepper hair that was cut short and surprisingly a fair body to match. He was tall, around five feet and eleven inches and when he smiled, he had that average grandpa's face. In a way, he was nice. At least, nice compared to the man that was standing to him. Keith barely nodded at Carter and stared at the five girls and one man that stood in front of him. Keith wasn't the manager of this institution. Hell, Keith never even bought-no, he was lying, he did bring one female into this institution but besides for dear Ventia Black, he never brought anyone else. In reality, he was just another customer. And yet, everyone treated him as the boss. Not that it bothered him. "What do you think?" Carter said eagerly, nodding at the line of people who still had duck tape covering their lips. These people either willingly gave themselves, they were drugged and kidnapped or they were just on the street wasting away when one of Carter's men swooped them off. Really, it was one less person to worry about crowding the streets. Either way? None of that mattered to Keith. They were all in the same position. They would be cleaned, given away for a limited time to the highest bidder, do whatever that person wanted them to do and then the process would be in a endless cycle. "Fair." Keith moved the male first, they barely had that much men so he had to make the best of him. He smirked, the boy was a teenager which would be great for sales because there were a lot of old nasty men in this joint who loved little boys. Keith stared at the light green eyes the boy had, at the slight show of freckles against his cheeks and the firm soft lips he had. He stared at the small frame and his package and then turned back to Carter, telling him where to put the boy and watched as immediately the boy was taken away. "And them?" Keith glanced back at the remaining girls and nodded. "They'll do." And then, as a afterthought, he added: "Anyone feisty?" Carter's finger pointed to one of the blondes and with dull interest, Keith walked up to the blonde with vivid blue eyes.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Oct 25, 2015 9:06:45 GMT -5
She was one of the willing ones.
Her cousin, Jason, should have been here instead. He had gotten himself into drugs, and even bigger of a problem he found that he was swimming in debt. The seemingly seventeen-year-old boy had recently lost his job because he got into it with his boss, so he had no way of paying back those debts save for selling himself to what was supposed to be prostitution.
Tranquility had no idea this was a human trafficking ring. And she didn't think Jason had any idea either. The man that transported her could have told her this without her making a promise that she'd be back home with a good sum of money the next day, and for Jason to lie to her parents and say that she was going out to drink with some friends from work. Though as the man told her to undress within the vehicle she was starting to grow suspicious.
Eventually, looking at her companions that were in the same state as her, she confirmed her suspicions that no, this was not a transportation to a brothel - it was something much worse. Far worse. She tried desperately to get out before they put shackles on her. One of the people that did put them on her sported an oozing bite mark at this very moment, after roughly an hour or so after she had been taken off the streets.
This is why Carter pointed at her.
She watched with sick uneasiness as the boy was taken aside, shaking slightly because not only was it cold in here against her bare skin, but because if she hadn't have stopped Jason he would have been here in the same predicament. She didn't cry silently (or loudly through the duct tape, for that matter) like her fellow victims did. Instead as Keith walked to her she narrowed her eyes with contempt.
He smelled like death.
A growl, low with warning, sounded from her throat. She had her hands covering her femininity, yet didn't have enough arm to cover her rather large bust. Quill didn't feel compelled to do anything to show submission, like look down at her sparkly toenails. Instead, she raised her head a little higher, as if she was a queen looking with disgust at the man before her. If she didn't have a piece of duct tape over her mouth she would have definitely said something before spitting at his shoes.
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Post by Ventia on Nov 8, 2015 0:38:21 GMT -5
Keith raised an eyebrow at the low rumble coming off the blondie. He was a few inches away from her now and he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the familiar scent of one of his own made its way down his system. His lips curled and his eyes darkened as something new filtered in his gaze as curiosity filled it. He glanced from the top of her head all the way down to her sparkling toenails-to which he scoff in dislike-before waking in a circle around her.
He stood back, rolling his neck around to look at Carter, nodding at the girl. "I'll take her." Then? He was gone, not taking no for a answer.
Approximately thirty minutes later, when Keith came through his door, Tranquility was already chained to a wall with steel clamps surrounding her wrists, ankles, one wrapped all around her torso and even one around her neck. Meaning? It'll hold even a shifter. Plus, after what he planned to do to her, she should be glad that there were so many clamps holding her up, her legs would give out eventually.
He ignored her, she still had that duck tape planted hard on her lips so he didn't have to be annoyed by that whiny screams of the usual 'I want to go home' and blah blah blah. Instead he flipped the switch off, casting the room in darkness besides from the specks of light here and there and started undressing until he was as nude as her and then moved into his bed, covered himself and promptly went to bed.
Hours later, Keith stretched and eased out of the bed, rubbing a hand over his mouth and moved towards the cabinet where a glass of water sat waiting for him. He was doing his usual morning routines when the door knocked and he answered, clad in his boxers as food was delivered to his room.
The boy was about to go when he spied the girl, hesitated and then brought out another plate of food. "I um...brought her some food?" Keith waved the kid off and kicked the door closed before moving to the table where the food was, glancing at the chick himself. He had forgotten all about her, any sounds she made was sounds he was used to by now.
"Morning luv." He winked and started to cut into his breakfast meal.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Nov 8, 2015 1:51:46 GMT -5
Rough hands grabbed at her. She was dragged away, kicking and screaming through the duct tape. Tranquility did not make it easy for the men that was transporting her to clamp her body against that wall. One of them got scratched. The other a slap to the face. But they managed.
Sweat trickled from her brow, and her stomach was heaving to regain the breath in her lungs. Eventually, Quill regained her composure. As soon as she did, horrid thoughts and questions were going through her head like bees whose hive has been disturbed by unruly children.
She was going to be raped. And she was going to die. Those were the two main ones that she was thinking. How he looked at her … the way he smelled her … when he moved in a circle around her, scrutinizing... She had a reason to believe that she was going to leave the world in a very violent way.
Tranquility was not going to lie. When Keith came in her throat seized up in terror. After the lights turned out she widened her eyes – as if that was going to help her adapt to the darkness. Her bottom lip twitched underneath the tape when she heard clothes rustling and falling to the floor.
She barely breathed, even after her eyes adapted to the dark and saw that this man was in his bed. Not until his breathing deepened and slowed did she sigh through her nose in relief.
Then she continued to fret her future.
How long was she going to last?
What was this man going to do to her?
Why was it always the handsome ones that are either crazy or gay?
What was her cousin doing right now?
Would she ever see him and her parents again?
How many girls died in this spot she was in...?
After an hour or two of these scary thoughts, she felt her head nod toward her breasts. But the steel cuff on her neck prevented her from falling asleep. She tried slipping her wrists from bondage, though it seemed as if this metal was meant to hold her. Soon, she just gave up on everything and cried.
They were silent tears, not meant to wake Keith (and they didn't, it seemed). She regretted volunteering to go through this for her cousin. Then she felt guilty for thinking that, making her cry even more. She didn't know when she stopped, but by the time Keith woke up she had. Now she was watching warily every move he made with drooping eyes.
The food smelled delicious to a hungry Tranquility. She was angry that Keith didn't give her breakfast. She should have expected it. The start of horrible treatment. If her eyelids weren't so heavy she'd be glaring in hatred for him. "Mmph," she mumbled clenching her fists.
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Post by Ventia on Nov 8, 2015 2:39:49 GMT -5
"Oh. What was that?" Keith pressed his hand to his ear at the sound that the girl made, "You're gonna have to speak louder than that for me to hear you." He then laughed to himself and continued to eat.
After a little bit, Keith stood up and walked over to her. Bored. "You know? I was expecting a little more out of you. Besides from staying awake all night. You look horrible by the way. Should have caught some rest, we got a long day ahead of us. Oh. Where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself. Or have I? I don't remember. Funny."
Keith shrugged. "Keith. At your service. Or well, you're at mine. You see, I'm a nice guy. Really I am. You do what I ask you to do, and nothing bad happens. If you don't? I'll need to give you a little push. Quite simple really. So, you play nice and I'll play nice. Good?"
Keith eased a hand through his hair, smiling. "Now, I'm going to take that tape off your lips. Don't try screaming or doing anything annoying. I wouldn't want to hurt you on the first day. It's not very nice and I do see myself as a nice guy. But if I do find you annoying? We'll I've warn you darling."
Keith winked at her and then ripped the goddamn tape off her lips. "Now then sugar, what's your name."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Nov 10, 2015 8:35:21 GMT -5
Tranquility growled, irritated and upset. She had no sleep at all, and so far no food. She was a lover of both, and the lack of either of them made her doubly cranky. It didn't matter if she was growling at her captor. She resolved and came to terms with the fact that she was going to die. So, really, did it matter?
Her stomach made protests as well. Her body ached from being forced to stand up all night. Goosebumps seemed to make a permanent home on her skin. Yet, she wasn't complaining. The majority – well, all of it – having to do with the duct tape on her mouth.
Blue eyes watched every move he made toward her. Never left his person as he spoke. She couldn't help to scoff through her nose and roll those blue eyes at his "I'm a nice guy" spiel. And before that at his "You should have gotten some rest." His audacity was amusing.
Note the sarcasm.
Before he ripped off the tape there was brief skin-to-skin contact. No, it wasn't hard to pull the tape away, but as he grabbed at a corner of it his fingers touched her cheek. And that was when she felt something akin to a shock rippled across her skin like pond water.
She froze, confused as to why she felt those shocks – this couldn't possibly be her mate. Quill pictured the man as bold and sweet and everything Keith was not. And so she reasoned with herself that her poor, tired brain misinterpreted the sensation as static electricity before the pain of adhesive being ripped off her face made her eyes tear up.
Blinking them away, she smacked her lips. "You wouldn't be able to pronounce it," she taunted, hinting that she believed him too stupid to say it. "But I guess since you gave me yours it's only fitting if I return the gesture. Tran-quil-i-ty."
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Post by Ventia on Nov 16, 2015 3:41:14 GMT -5
"Ah, feisty. Good, I like that. It gets boring after a while without some struggle if you know what I mean." He grinned and flipped the tape away, also having felt that spark but was just so empty inside that he didn't register it.
"Tranquility eh? Doesn't seem to fit you." He stared at her openly, letting his gaze run down her body now that he remembered that she was a woman. Her voice was nice too, hell, it sent shivers of anticipation straight down to his groin. A man could get used to a voice like that-sexy. Especially once he broke her.
Another pulse of pleasure build at the thought of her screaming, crying out in pain, that sexy voice of hers ending on a sob as he played with her. Almost like a little kid, Keith rubbed his hands and could feel his lips widening into a crazed grin, oh yes. He was going to enjoy this.
"You won't last a week." He whispered more to himself than her and then went back to eating his breakfast. Once he was done, he stood and started getting dressed, until he was clad in jeans, boots, a wife beater shirt, a dark jacket and gloves.
"First things first. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to. Once you're all trained and tame and put out on the table for all the other scumbags in here, they'll know just who trained ya. Oh yes they will. Half the sweet asses in here were all mine. Right where you're standing doll face. Should be proud to be one of mine. The McClellan bitches are always the sweetest to please."
Keith moved towards the fireplace, started up a fire and then grabbed the branding poker-stick and pushed the brand into the fire, leaning against the furnace waiting for the brand to turn bright red. He removed it and smiled at the streaming hot brand and turned to Tranquility.
"It's silver baby. It's going to stay on you for the rest of your life so every one will know just who you belong to. So you will know who you belong to." His voice went dark with possessiveness and then just as quick, his humor tone filled the air-almost sounding jolly.
"Look, I'll even be nice! You get to pick where you want it."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Nov 16, 2015 10:05:32 GMT -5
"Oh, I know it doesn't," Quill said, giving him a smirk that looked more like a grimace. "Unfortunately, I didn't name myself. Like most people." Then she quit talking, disgust and self-consciousness absorbing the hunger that she once felt. Now she just felt like vomiting.
That grin … it scared her. More than anything. Used to it was her father's belt coming across her bottom. That was the Easter Bunny compared to this. And Keith didn't even harm her yet.
She had smelled smoke when she first relaxed (if you could call it that) in the room. Quill didn't pay any attention to it, considering she had more important things on her mind than how her captor stayed warm. Though after watching him warily (and, admittedly, with a little bit of curiosity – you would think he got dressed differently from everyone she knew; after all, he was a psychopath) she realized that that fire was something more than a means to get warm.
She didn't know what that was, not registering his talk about her being a possession with the fact that he was bent over the fireplace until he stood and walked over to her. Her eyes widened at the fire-red brand that Keith was brandishing. And she started to move restlessly.
"You sure know how to make …" she swallowed the bile threatening to rise in her throat before continuing. "A girl feel as if she's the only one in the world." As in, make her wish that there was someone else in her place. Silver can do a lot of damage to a shifter, just by itself. Truth be told she's never touched silver. So she wasn't sure how much damage.
She betted a lock of her hair that it would be ten times worse if it were hot. "How about up your a**? That's where I want it."
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Post by Ventia on Feb 3, 2016 21:19:51 GMT -5
Keith raised a eyebrow in shock amusement at her comeback and stared down at Tranquility in humor. "Well well well, you really do have quite the mouth on you don't you. Love me a feisty one. Can't wait to see how long you can keep that up." Keith turned the poker in his hand while staring at her naked body, wondering where to brand her. After a few seconds, he smiled.
"Alright baby. Better get ready, this is gonna sting a little-or a lot." He grinned, his dark eyes lighting up in anticipation and he gently caressed the skin under her left breast, smoothing his gloved thumb over the soft looking skin and then he bent forward, running his tongue over the sweet spot that tasted of sweat and almost like vanilla. Keith groaned, running his tongue-just his tongue, no other part of his body came in direct contact with Tranquility-up between the hallow of her breasts-as high as the steel clamps that went directly across her chest will allow him and then, just as he slammed the brand mark right where he wanted it to be, on her left boob underside, Keith bit hard enough that it bleed on her right under breast, drinking in her blood and shaking a little at the smell of burning flesh. The combination made his groin harden because sweet Jesus it was so arousing.
He pulled back, not bothering to stop the bleeding or bandage it up and waited a few more seconds, pushing the brand deeper into her skin and watching with a trial of blood dripping down his lips as her skin burned until finally the silver wasn't hot red anymore and her skin started to heal all around it. The whole process took about ten minutes and then with a quick tug, Keith pulled and watched with dark eyes at the sight of his mark.
"Beautiful. Just...beautiful." He whispered, his eyes transfixed on the mark barring her skin.
After a few more moments, Keith stared at her face, her expression bringing a pleased smile to his lips.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 3, 2016 21:55:53 GMT -5
His gloved touch sent a shiver through her, and she took a sharp intake of breath. Goosebumps engulfed her skin, though his tongue sent warmth to counteract the chills. If she could she would have crossed her legs, trying to hide the fact her stomach clenched with a lustful desire. Oh, at that moment in time she wished he wasn't a psychopath.
Emphasis on 'moment'. Soon after that pain engulfed her from head to foot, even though the starting point was under her breasts. A shrill sound worthy of a dying animal went past her lips. The restraints held her steadfast, otherwise she would have broken free. Her fingers made clawing motions, trying to get to Keith. Her hair tangled itself up as she moved her head back and forth against the wall. The screech tapered off after a few seconds, reduced to whines and growls worthy of the animal she shifted into.
But she did not beg. Did not plea for mercy. Her chest rose and fell sporadically in betwixt the animalistic sounds, and it went on like that until he finally pulled the brand away from her with a sickening squishing sound.
She gave no comment, sweat beading along her brow like she just ran five marathons. With every inhale of breath through her nose brought the scent of charred flesh through her nostrils. Her stomach churned. When she exhaled it was with a curse word. They started out as colorful, but soon she regained her oxygen; now it hurt to move because of the bite and the brand mark at the same time.
Her face was scrunched up in pain, but she stared at him with her feelings out in the open. Hatred. Disgust. "That wasn't where I wanted it," she finally whispered, when her breathing wasn't coming into her nose for the sake of her churning stomach.
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Post by Ventia on Feb 3, 2016 22:38:25 GMT -5
He drank in all her sounds along with her sweet and heady blood. Even the scent of a moment of lust added fuel to the fire and made him want to just fuck her right then and there and break her. God. He wanted to see her broken. Wanted to hurt her more. Wanted to watch her suffer and beg. Beg for him to not stop.
At her voice? Keith lost it. The poker was dropped and he laughed so hard he had to hold on to his chest to get a hold of himself. After forcing himself to breath a little, Keith dazed at her with amused aroused dark eyes. "God. You're just perfect aren't you." He smirked then, "You liked it didn't you. Me touching you a little. Softly. So sweet." He tugged off his gloves and reached out for the brand mark, smoothing the delicate skin with his thumb and bending again so that he could press a kiss against his possession.
He noticed it the second time, when he let his fingers drift up her body towards her throat. There was...electric shocks that ran up his arm whenever he touched her. Curious, he moved his other hand, spreading his fingers flat against her stomach and curving to the side of her exposed hip. Like a child being entertained by a new toy, Keith just continued to rub his fingers all along every inch of her exposed skin, even running his fingers up her exposed inner thighs.
After a few minutes, he stepped back. Frowning at her. "What?" His frowned deepened. "How...hm." He tapped his finger against his chin and reached out again, touching her collarbone. There it was. Another shock that went up his arm.
Keith drew back and then in the next second he was gone. Not even ten minutes later? He was dragging a shifter into his room.
"Touch her." He commanded the man. It was a funny sight to see since the man was almost a foot taller than Keith but seemed more submissive than Tranquillity.
"Yessir. Where?"
"Bloody hell. Anything. Finger her if you want to. Just bloody touch her."
The shifter flinched and reached out, caressing Tranquility's stomach. Besides from the smoothness of it, nothing else occur.
"Well?" Keith snapped, frustrated.
"Well....she has soft skin?"
"There's no shocks running up your arm when you touch her? Nothing?"
"Um no sir...if I might say-"
"No. Get out." Keith pushed him out and went to get more shifters. Both female and male alike.
It was the fifth one that wouldn't budge when he told her to leave. "What you're feeling is called tingles. She's your mate, you idiot. God. This should be fun. You've never heard of finding your mate through tingles? And you call yourself a wolf."
Keith growled low. "No. I didn't. Thank you Elizabeth. Now out."
Elizabeth chuckled. "Oh god. I can't wait to hear what happens. Keep me updated." She turned to look at the poor girl on the wall. Pity filled her eyes. Out of all the psychopaths she could have been mated to-fate forced her to be with Keith. There was no hope there. The poor girl would be dead in a fortnight.
Once Elizabeth was gone, Keith found himself staring back at Tranquility. Silently, he reached out and lord behold. Tingles ran up his arm at the slightest touch.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 4, 2016 0:12:51 GMT -5
On one side of her body she felt throbbing pain in just one spot as the crimson liquid traveled down her body at a snail's pace. On the other her whole body thrummed with her pulse. Her ears rang painfully from her own scream. Hearing his laughter, loud and frightening, made it even worse.
At first she was silent because he wasn't going to get the satisfaction of her laughter. A snake-like hiss was issued from her vocal chords, her skin still very tender. Even the tingles (tingles? That can't be. No.) hurt. "Don't do that," she demanded him at the press of his lips, sucking in her stomach as if that would keep him away.
But the more he touched – the more intimate he became, which caused her to hold back a moan – the realer the tingles seemed to her. She wasn't going mad. But she felt tears of despair prick her eyes. This … this wasn't fair.
She pictured a sweet man. One that was protective and romantic. Someone that she could take home to her family. Instead she got someone that bit and branded her at the same time. Someone that guaranteed her death.
When someone touched her, she growled at them, as if she could do anything about it. Secretly, she was glad she didn't feel the tingles with anyone else. Of course, there was only one person at a time that one could have tingles with, but she also believed that her mate would be sweet and caring. What else about the tingles was a lie?
Tranquility's eyes beseeched Elizabeth just as soon as the pitying look was thrown her way. Maybe she would help her get out. Hopefully. The she-wolf desperately wanted to go home. Her hope sky-rocketed, wavered for a few moments, then plummeted down to crash and burn. The door shutting seemed to seal her fate. She was tied to this man. And there was no way out.
"Stop touching me!" Quill snapped, anguish evident in her voice.
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Post by Ventia on Feb 23, 2016 13:00:04 GMT -5
"Shut up." He snapped at her, ignoring her voice as his hands roamed along her body. He was fascinated by this. By how tingles seemed to spark between them whenever his skin touched hers. He rolled his thumbs along her navel, feeling the tingles tease his thumbs as he touched her, his other fingers held on to her hips and a steady thrum of tingles eased aganist his skin, seemingly going up his hand, to his wrist, all the way to his elbows. He shuddered, it was so unusual that it tickled. Funny.
He brushed his knuckles against her ribcage, down to her stomach, then back up to the hallow of her breasts before up to her throat. His fingers curled around her neck, his eyes eyes zeroing in on her face. Watching her. Her lips. She was talking probably, he couldnt hear her over the drum in his ears. This was so interesting. The things he could do. Could he break the bond? Was this really his mate? What if he skinned her? Would he still feel the tingles with her fresh skin? What about her bones? Was there something special about them? What made her skin tingle for him. Why?
He squeezed her throat, waiting for the familiar rush of red to come to her face. The tingles piecered his fingers, almost offend that he would hurt his mate. Or maybe that was just his thinking. He clenched harder, feeling her jugular against his skin, feeling each small breath she made, her skin was warm...Harder. Keith bent forward and kissed her.
His tongue licked at her lower lip, and since she was gasping for air her lips were wide open. He found that he enjoyed the taste to her. His tongue swept against her teeth, then circled hers, all whist he clenched harder on her throat, wanting her to choke. Keith rubbed his other hand up her hip until he was grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging her closer.
Tingles spread all around him, from her lips, from her throat, from her nape...he felt warm and fuzzy, drinking in her gasps and tasting her lips. It was almost like drinking wine. He was drunk on the taste of her, the feel of the tingles, it felt good. Curious. He didnt think he would have a mate. Curious indeed.
He moved away from her, dropping his hand from her throat and watched as a brusie covered her throat and then glanced at her face, enjoying the rush of blood flowing back to her brain.
"You're pretty."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 26, 2016 0:24:16 GMT -5
"You shut up!" Quill fired back, rather childishly. She didn't have a quip for that. Really, who does? Though her words held a deeper feeling than fluster that Keith told her to shut up. It held anguish. Anger at fate and it's decision. It's unfair! She didn't do anything wrong! Sure, she's kissed a few guys and went farther than she was supposed to on drunken nights. But she's sobered up! She was an archaeologist! A historian! She was supposed to get to Egypt within a few days! Quill had no time at all to screw around.
Why did her mate have to be psychotic?
"Stop that!" she chided, hating that her bare skin erupted in pleasurable goosebumps. How she smelled her own arousal, strong and demanding. Her body was betraying her. It was enjoying how he was giving it attention and responding as if she wasn't chained against the wall. "Right now! Get your hands off me–"
The pain and her slowly diminishing air supply cut her off. The more he squeezed the more she thought of the unfairness of her situation. Her body jerked against its restraints, finally listening to her brain. Her heart worked double time in order to push past Keith's hand. Those tingles didn't dance across her skin like they had before. They stopped around with stiletto heels. She felt her face heat up before going numb.
Well, as she gasped for air like a fish out of water, her mouth came to a blazing inferno. Keith was right: Tranquility was glad that her restraints were there. Otherwise she would have fallen against him in true lovebird fashion. Darkness crept into her vision, starting from the edges and working her way in. Her face started to match the purple polish on her toes.
When she felt his tongue, her own tongue pushed it back. At least, it tried to. Even her tongue wasn't moving like it was supposed to due to her lowered oxygen intake. She now couldn't see. She became lightheaded. And just when she was so close to passing out, Keith let go.
Her first instinct was to take a large breath. Oxygen! Glorious air! But just as soon as she did, a rough series of coughs emerged, spittle flying (though she wasn't sure whose spit it was) and tears of pain streaming down her face. Quill didn't have a lot of medical experience, but she was positive Keith broke her windpipe. Or ruined her vocal cords. Either way she could neither breathe or talk. And that is why she could only make an obscene gesture with her dominant hand while she wheezed.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 7, 2016 13:54:12 GMT -5
Keith licked his bottom lip, rubbing his thumb against it as well while staring at Tranquility. He had enjoyed the feel of her tongue against his own-of course he knew that she didn't rub it against his because she was in lust, but still, he enjoyed the feel of it against his own. He liked seeing her breathless. He didn't think that he broke her windpipe or damaged her vocal cords, and if he did? He didn't care. They would heal. But he loved the sight of the bruises covering her neck. It turned him on.
He reached for her, ignoring her gestures and wheezings while he caressed her cheek, this time expecting the slight tingles that came whenever he touched her. He savored the strange feel, smirking to himself. He had a mate. In his mind, Ventia still belonged to him but he was giving her some time. Letting her think that she was safe from him until he captured her again. Maybe once he was done with this one would he find Ventia and make her into nothing again.
But for now, he was going to have fun with this woman. His 'mate'. Such a funny thing. Him, having a mate. Oh. If his brother knew about this, he would try to rescue the poor girl. He missed the days where it was him and his brother. They would abuse someone together. They would fuck someone together. They would even kill together. It was fun back then. Then? Then the boy decided that one girl's death was too much and he left. He was a loser.
Though Keith was sure that Vincent would come back. He just needed some time to realize that being a 'hero' was no fun.
Keith moved towards the side, grabbed a set of keys and locked his door. His room only had two doors-one that led to the private bathroom and the other that lead outside. He had no windows. Just walls with various clamps on them and chains. He moved back towards Quill and started to unlock her locks, starting at her ankles and working his way up. When he unlocked the bar around her neck, Keith quickly caught her.
"Easy there tiger." Keith held her in such a way that she couldn't get out of his iron grip. He pushed her towards the bed until she fell in and quickly undressed until he was in the same state as her. And before she could scramble away, he grabbed her ankle-ignoring any kicks she tried to give him, and in one quick move, he snapped her ankle so that she couldn't run.
"Don't make this hard mate."
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