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Post by Ventia on Apr 10, 2016 1:02:45 GMT -5
(( Jewel)) This was the second time Keith woke up with Tranquility in his arms. The first had been yesterday evening and as what was promised, Keith held true to his word-not hurting her and feeding her the first meal she had since she'd been kidnapped. Not so long after that, they both went back to sleep and Keith strangely found himself enjoying it. He usually did enjoy sleeping with his whores but the tingles...well he enjoyed that and that was different. It lured him into a relaxed state and her scent wafted over his senses and she was warm. He enjoyed the new sensation and told himself that it was just that. A new sensation. A new toy. It wouldn't be long now before he got bored of it. Until then? He'd enjoy his toy-his mate. Tranquility surprisingly didn't try to kill him in his sleep. Maybe that was why he felt more at ease-sure it was fun to break a woman down but it grew tiresome when he wanted to sleep and said woman was trying to kill him. Despite his character, Keith quite enjoyed sleep. So it was a breath of fresh air so to say when he woke up in the middle of the night without injury. What was also surprising was the fact of how close Tranquility snuggled up next to him. He had actually turned in his sleep and woke up to Tranquility holding him from the back, her cheek nestled against his skin, her lips touching his shoulder blade. And when he had turned to take her in his arms again, she had complied in her sleepy haze, snuggling closer until her head laid on his arm and her hand curled along his back, fingers grazing his lower back. He had watched her then, took in the blonde hair covering his covers, of her long eyelashes against her cheeks, of the way she breathed-softly and sweetly and he couldn't help himself when he bought her closer until her forehead nested his chest. He told himself it was because he wanted her closer because she was warm and not being dangerous. It was better than to think of what it could really be. Because at the middle of the night? Keith wasn't one hundred percent sure if what he was feeling was a part of the McClellan madness that ran through his blood-if this wasn't because he loved seeing fragile things and then breaking them. It was hard to decipher that in the middle of the night. When he awoke though, these thoughts were gone from his head and all he felt like doing was irritating Tranquility. So he leaned forward until his face was dipped beneath hers and he kissed her pulse, bringing his lips lower even as he maneuver on the bed so that he was now on top of her, his fingers drawing circles along the sides of her body. "Wakey wakey." Keith spoke in his cheery voice and bit down on the skin between her breasts-waiting for Tranquility to strike at him.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Apr 10, 2016 2:14:01 GMT -5
The hard bite had her up, most definitely.
But the thing it ... Tranquility loved sleep. In fact, she loved it just as much as her job that if she put it on her list of favorite things they would be ranked on the same level. So when Keith woke her she wasn't in the best of moods. Him biting her was no exception.
Before that, her body did react to him. All night it reacted to him. The tingles soothed her as well, eventually carrying her off to sleep. She didn't remember any of last night, because she had been asleep. (Though if she had known that she cuddled with him, not only would she have been appalled, but she would have slept at the foot of the bed - at least tried to. ) Since she had more than plenty of sleep her biological clock kicked in and had her knowing that Keith was moving. Meaning she wasn't in a comatose state like last night.
"Mmm," she moaned tiredly, shivering a bit when Keith moved from his spot. The lack of warmth had goosebumps traveling down her bare shoulders, yet the warmth came back not two seconds later in the shape of his lips. Really, she at first thought it was a dream; Keith? Being sweet like this? Hah.
Nonetheless she enjoyed the 'dream'. She felt a state of arousal she's never felt with anyone before. She shivered again, her lips tugging a bit upward a bit before her eyes widened suddenly. A pained screech escaped those lips, before she suddenly reached an open-palmed hand upwards.
If she had been a bit more awake, Quill might have been at least a little bit startled when her hand connected with his cheek. But, she wasn't. Her hand stung after the resounding smack that bounced off the walls of the room, yet it wasn't anything compared to the fire licking her chest from where he bit her.
One hand, the one that didn't sting, pressed agaonst her skin between her breasts, as if that would have it go away. Thank God it didn't bleed, she thought to herself, ateempting to turn on her side. "I'm sleeping, a**hole!"
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Post by Ventia on Apr 26, 2016 0:53:13 GMT -5
Keith enjoyed her response to his touch, thinking that once again he was slowly breaking her into a submissive little whore who would satisfy his every last need-just like all the other McClellan girls. At least, that's what he told himself as he stared up at her face-feeling her shivering in want underneath him. He roamed his fingers up her sides, letting the tingles warm her up and maybe make her shiver once more-he enjoyed seeing her shiver.
Keith's dark eyes caught on her lips-a urge to taste her lips again filled him at the sight of her tugging the delicate skin of her pink plumped lips. He watched her eyes plop open and he was smiling up at her when she slapped him. At first, it didn't quite register that she had strike at him. In all fairness it should have since at the end of the day-he was the master and she was just a kidnapped slave. But they had such a nice night that he had forgotten for a moment there that she was a little hellfire.
He pulled back slightly, his hands now fisted at her sides as it and his elbows held the majority of his weight so that he could stare down at Tranquility in awe. She had slipped through his senses and slapped him. His lips quirked upwards of their own accord as he watched her, acting as though this was a normal setting for her and thinking for a split second that it was cute how she rubbed her chest and was trying to get back to sleep.
He was tempted to do just that. Sleep was...nice to say the least with Tranquility. But this wasn't Ventia-the person he wanted for himself-the person he once upon a time thought that they would lead the pack he was in together-side by side. The person he marked as his. This was just a victim of kidnapping whom happened to fall into his hands and whom happened to be his 'mate' via the tingles.
Nothing more.
Right?
Right. Keith suddenly grabbed Tranquility around the stomach and then the world tilted as he crawled to the end of the bed, stood, and tossed Tranquility over his shoulder, ignoring any kicks, punches, more slaps, screams or even her bites. No, he ignored her and simply went straight to the bathroom and then before she knew it, there were under steaming hot water.
He pushed her up against the tile wall, pressing one knee in between her, glaring at her face. He was a monster. She was just another whore he had to beat. Another McClellan girl.
"Kiss me." He demanded.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Apr 26, 2016 18:26:13 GMT -5
Tranquility gasped when Keith pulled her out of the bed, not enjoying how the pain pushed the sleep she desperately craved away from her. Her lungs were forced to release the breath she had, and because of this she refused to believe how … muscular he was. And enjoy it.
She did, indeed, slam her hands against his back, wiggling in the process. "Put me down!" she howled as soon as she regained her air. The flat of her hands turned into fists – over and over again, she beat at him, his back never acquired bruises. But she did like how it sounded – like a war drum. Hollow.
It reminded her that, even though he felt like a warm pillow last night, he had no heart. Despite the tingles, she couldn't fall for him.
She enjoyed the cold tile against her back, yet loathed the fact that it was so firm. That meant she couldn't get any farther away from him. She could only press her body and wish she could become part of the wall.
Quill wriggled her legs and pushed at his knee with whitening fingers. Her heart jumped desperately against her ribcage. Her face paled, because she knew what was coming. But she wasn't just going … to let it happen. "Only if you say please – then I'll think about it."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 26, 2016 18:48:31 GMT -5
"Keep the screams coming. You know it turns me on, Quill." His voice rumbled a bit due to her punching him in the back, but the pounds didn't hurt. Not only did her screams arouse him but her hitting him did as well. He was a masochist after all. Keith caught sight of himself grinning in the bathroom mirror as he passed by and frowned at the sight. He grinned all the time but it looked slightly different. No matter. Keith wasn't about to ponder about his facial features when he had more pleasurable things to attend to.
"Aw." Keith smirked down at Tranquility, amused at her words. She knew what was coming. Knew that it was a long time coming. And she still tried to hold on to her demeanor. "Aren't you cute." He caresses her cheek bone with his knuckles, his touch light.
"Thinking I would ask for permission to take what's mine." He brushed the tips of his fingers on top of her lips, "though I do admire you for trying and keeping your spirit." He bent forward, water pressing down on his shoulders and back of his head. It was more on the hot side and it pierced through his skin, attacking his tensed muscles and smoothing them, all while causing his hair to straighten and pool down his neck and barely touch his shoulders.
His eyes shone as he stared into her eyes, slowly moving closer, his breath hot on her lips. "Give in to me, Tranquility." He whispered lowly, a hand touching her bare hip, fingers caressing her skin in a sweet teasing dance. His lips were hovering just mere centimeters from hers, his hand warm on her skin, his chest pressed tightly against hers; their body was molded in such a intimate way that if one would come upon them, they would assume that they were lovers.
"Be mine." He growled lowly, his beast aroused by the thought of having her completely. "Kiss me."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Apr 27, 2016 17:40:31 GMT -5
Tranquility had no answer for him. No retort or anything. All she could do was press her lips in a grim line, feeling the brand mark below her chest as if it was a foreign object instead of still-tender raised flesh in the shape of a "K" with one finger gently.
Then, she stopped trying to get his knee away all together, but only because he didn't know the meaning of the words "personal space". Her hands tried to wiggle desperately between her chest and his, yet found that not even a sheet of paper could get in-between.
Thankfully, he stood between her and the water. Quill hated scalding hot water. Judging from the steam rising off his skin and the perspiration suddenly beading along her hairline, it was pretty hot. God, she hoped he didn't expect for her to bathe in this. Though she probably wasn't allowed to do much herself. She bit down on her bottom lip in distress. Then she let her eyes meet his lust-filled ones in defiance. Quill refused to watch how a few water droplets traveled slowly down his chest to rest on hers. Refused to register the small sting because she knew he enjoyed such reactions.
Maybe she should just let it happen; if she was willing it wouldn't hurt so much, right? And then she could pretend that he didn't view her as property. That he was the man of her dreams and he would feel honored that she saved herself for him. Even if more than likely he would laugh at her for it.
She was still contemplating thinking about giving in (for the sake of not feeling as much pain) when she placed a reluctant kiss on tthe tips of her fingers and transfered it to his lips. Beneath them, she felt how full and soft they were, and right then she decided that she was completely crazt for wanting to taste them.
"There. I kissed you. Now leave me alone."
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Post by Ventia on May 12, 2016 1:24:31 GMT -5
"Hm," Keith cocked his head towards the side, dark brown orbs concentrated solely on her, a hint of a unconstrained crazed look blossomed in his gaze as he continued to stare down at her. Slowly, his lips quirking upwards beneath her fingers, as if a amusing thought filled his head. "Cute." His voice was as quiet as a whisper, his tone a dark humor that should send a chill down Tranquility's spine if she was smart. Once those fingers dropped from his lips, he grabbed that wrist and forced it down, pressing harder into her body, his chest almost bruising against hers now.
"But wrong answer because why would I ever leave you alone?" He spoke in hushed tones, crushing her wrist in his hand as he spoke, that earlier crazed look in his gaze filling up his gaze until it seemed like she was staring into the eyes of a wild wolf. Since he was so close to her and she couldnt break free from his grasp, it was all too easy for him to bring his head down and clamp his teeth down on her lower lip. But whereas she had just nibbled gently on her tender lip, his objective was to give her pain.
Of course, his feisty mate bit him right back, digging her teeth in his upper lip causing as much pain to him as he was giving to her. But for him? He gloried in that, in fact he was making groans even as blood that were both his and hers dripped down into his mouth. The taste of their combined blood caused his arousal to heightened and he grabbed her hip, rocking into her body, his manhood firmly pressed to the inside of her thigh.
He pulled back from the kiss (if it could be called that), his tongue darting out to lick at the tore skin on his upper lip, his crazed gaze on Tranquility. "Mm feisty as always." He leaned forward, bringing their faces closer.
"See. This would have been a lot less painful if you just submitted to me." His fingers tightened on her hip possessively, as that earlier smirk filled out to a full fledged smile. Blood dripped down his lips, down across his chin until it dripped down to his chest. But it seemed like Keith didnt even notice or simply didnt care for it because his lips continue to stretch out into a crazed grin.
"Luckily for me, I love pain."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on May 12, 2016 6:41:52 GMT -5
Most everything Keith did sent chills running down her spine. Chills of fright. Chills of arousal. Chills of pain. She grimaced when he grabbed her wrist. And each second he tightened his hold had her grimace solidifying on her face. When she heard a crack, she bit back a scream. Her tongue was sore from her biting on it, and tears sprung into her eyes as she whimpered.
Quill could barely breath now. Her breasts hurt from how his chest crushed into hers. But she won't give him the benefit to know how much pain he was causing her. Yes, she bit down hard on his upper lip, satisfied for a few moments that she was able to cause him pain. In fact, in-between her suppressed whimpering she groaned too. Feeling him rock against her had heat involuntarily pooling at the bottom of her stomach.
Though at the moment she was too fixated on how much pain they were causing each other.
When they released their holds she tried taking deep, well-deserved breaths, acutely aware of his manhood pressing into her thigh. This only made her body react positively more. She swallowed a mouthful of blood. Then let the rest drip and trickle until her lip sealed itself. Followed finally by her wrist.
At the moment she couldn't be happy about it. "Well, I'd rather not feel pain." Her head tilted back, her free hand making an attempt to push him slightly back so that she could breathe. She dared not push him away completely, because that would only cause him to hurt her.
And then she blurted out something suddenly. "Do you even have a condom? I'd prefer it if I don't get knocked up."
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Post by Ventia on Jun 1, 2016 1:37:36 GMT -5
((Warning: Explicit scene ahead))
"Poor you." Keith commented, his voice void of any worry of her welfare or her dislike of pain. He eased barely a inch back, more because he wanted his skin to gently caress her skin until it became sensitive to every sway of his body than because Tranquility wanted some space to breathe. He didn't care what she wanted. She was just a little toy. That was all.
At her sudden comment, Keith rolled back his head and let out a loud laugh, hot water licking at his scalp and draining his hair in its molten embrace. Once he regain himself, Keith stared down again at Tranquility, his dark eyes filled to the brim with amusement. He moved closer again, not in a bruising embrace but so that his body pressed flat against hers.
"Oh Quill." He laughed once under his breath before speaking, "Why would I let someone like you sire a child of my bloodline?" He leered closer, his hand drifting along the side of her naked body. His voice was but a whisper- cool and collected, leaving no room for discussion. "I'll fuck you until your body knows my touch. Until you grow wet at the sight of me. Until you will beg for me to come to your bed and you'll thank me once I've done with you. I'll fuck you day after day that when you lie with someone else, you'll think of me and you'll never be satisfied because I'm not the one inside of you. But I will not cum in you. I will not give you a piece of me. I will not give you a ray of sunshine by having a child."
His lips curled, something deadly burst in his gaze. "And if you end up carrying my seed? I will make you whore around the compound until the rat is born and once it is? I'll either make it into a whore or I'll strangle the life out of it. I'll make you watch. And once I'm done? I'll fuck you again and make you be disgusted at yourself for still wanting me." Cruel words came out of him without a ounce of remorse. It was terrifying to hear him speak of ending his child or pushing it into prostitution. And yet? Every word dripped with the cruel truth. There was no thought that Keith wouldn't do what he just said.
His voice eased up a bit, shifting back to his low undertone of desire. "So don't worry that pretty little head of yours. Even if you do end up pregnant, I'll take care of it." His fingers sank into her skin and before she could speak, he holstered her up. Her back to the wall, her legs spread apart around his hips. His arm curled around her thigh, fingers massaging the soft skin underneath while his other hand found her ass.
"Remember this. You're mine. A McClellan bitch. Property. Mine." He growled the word out before raping her against the bathroom wall.
By the time he was done with her, the water had went cold. He moved away from her, eyes hooded, and with one final look at her, Keith left her in the shower and walked away. With the knowledge that he had spilled his seed inside of her. It wasn't long before Tranquillity was left alone in a caged room.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jun 1, 2016 2:58:14 GMT -5
It took a lot of strength to get up off the cold ceramic of the bath tub. A lot of will power to turn off the shower. A lot of courage to look at herself. Down at her hands, at the dark strands she's managed to pull from Keith's head. At her lower legs, which was red from the steaming water. At her womanhood, which throbbed to the beat of her heart. Bouts of chills overtook her, shaking her and the arousal she felt only moments ago.
At the sight of a milky substance on her inner thigh, she took a shaky index finger and wiped it off. A shaky sigh escaped her mouth. His seed. She knew that it was what it was because she felt him release the foreign substance. But ... why? Her throat, already sore from the occasional scream and suppression of reactions (because she wasn't giving him the satisfaction), clenched, cutting off her airways.
I'll make it a whore or strangle the life out of it.
That was a fate worse than anything she's ever thought of before. And now that Keith was finished with her (she didn't dare to get her hopes up that he was finished with her for good), she felt her train of thought start back up. He told her that he wouldn't give her a child. Which was good, because she didn't want to explain it to her child that their father was a psychotic man. So why would he do that to her?
With the same wall she was raped against as support, she stepped out of the tub and into the room. For a good half-minute, she let her eyes roam around the room. The shackles that she had inhabited the day before and no doubt Keith's other victims before that. At the table and chairs, where Keith fed her since he didn't trust her with a fork an knife (even a spoon was a no-go). The fireplace, now cold as Keith's soul, and its rods. Finally, the bed.
Something hot settled at the bottom of her belly. Not arousal. No not this time. Hopefully not ever, because she never wanted to see her breasts become perky again. This feeling was of absolute rage and despair. Never had she thought herself as the violent type. One could say that Keith gave her more than his seed after he left ... possibly his insanity. So when she started to shift, intent on mass destruction, she surprised herself.
Of course, that surprise was quickly swallowed up by the blazing inferno that was her unadulterated hatred. Wolf paws landed on the floor, only to take a burst of speed before landing on the edge of the bed. There was no shakiness in her now; adrenaline surged through her veins as she took a pillow into her mouth and ripped the stuffing out of it. All the rest met the same fate before she went for the sheets the mauled pillows unearthed. Claw marks exposed the bare mattress, and only when she was satisfied with the pretty design she created with her hypodermic needles for nails did she drag the blanket down to the ground.
She shifted back to her human skin, a fire in her blue eyes that was scary to behold. With immense strength not uncommon for shifters, she grabbed hold of the heavy mattress and flipped it. Followed by the boxspring - noticeably lighter, so when she threw it, it smashed against the table, leaving wood splinters in its wake. A broad grin showed on her face before she shifted back into the comfort of fur; the frame was left alone, because she had the desire to rip the shower curtain down. Headbutt the ceramic of the toilet until she felt a pounding headache and toilet water was leaking from the decent crack. Get up on the counter to press her weight against the mirror until it cracked.
Good thing she wasn't superstitious.
When she found that there was nothing else to destroy (she didn't touch the fireplace or shackles because of the silver - but she was guessing that she was going to end up feeling that pain when Keith got back), the adrenaline eased slowly out of her body, a much different way that Keith when he was finished with her. Her head throbbed. Her paws were sore. She felt as if her canines were about to fall out of her head. Her legs shook so much that she fell multiple times before landing on the cover she left on the floor. With her tail drooping, and pain screaming at her, she finally sighed, pleased with her damage. No matter how much trouble she was going to be in, it was totally worth it.
WIth that, she closed her eyes.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 1, 2016 23:38:07 GMT -5
He had left.
Needing space away from Tranquility. He had hurt her in numerous ways. Both physically and mentally. He stained her body with the likes of him. Ripped away her virginity from her in angry and wild thrusts until the bathroom wall hurt against his knees. He took away a part of her that was probably reserved for someone who would love her and cherish her and make her feel safe in their arms. Now? Now, she could never give that away to anyone. It was his.
He had his fun with her before anyone could touch her. She would always have a memory of him as her first. She would remember the blood staining her inner thighs every time she decided to open her legs. She would remember his name. For it was branded on her skin. Until she died, she would always remember Keith McClellan.
It was the same for hundreds of other girls and boys. He had fucked them until a piece of him was embedded into their memory. Made it so that they will never forget him. No matter how hard they tried. He had broken their spirit and body and they knew that they still belonged to him.
He slammed his fist into the wall next to him, knuckles splitting until a smear of blood was left on the wall. Why? Why had he spilled himself in her? He had only done that to one other for the sole reason because he knew that children were a weakness for her and wanted her to have a child and have to deal with it every day and he wanted to know if she would one day break and kill it because its father was him. But with Tranquility, it wasn't because he wanted to make her grieve but simply because he wanted to.
He couldn't stop himself from letting go. From sinking into her with a strangle cry and just letting go. He wanted to. Wanted to let himself go inside of her. She was sweet against him and he couldn't resist the temptation. Why? Another punch. The smell of blood reminded him of her sweet scent.
Another.
"Shit." He wanted a round two. With a angry growl, Keith stormed further down the hallway and into the compound. Doing his rounds. Looking at new specimens. Hanging around the lower levels where they housed a few bars. Drinking. Pleasuring himself with others. Getting the image of Tranquility nude against his bathroom wall out of his mind and losing himself to the brothel.
By the time he was unlocking his room, the sun was going down, there was two trays at his door, a breakfast one and a lunch one. Dinner was going to come any moment now. Seeing the trays a thought flashed into his mind. Tranquility hadn't eaten since the meal last night. It bothered him even though it shouldn't.
He usually starved his captives so that their will was broken sooner rather than later. It worked quite brilliantly, there were more times that hunger brought a victim of his to submission. Yet? It still bothered him knowing that Tranquility hadn't eaten.
He opened the door, bought both trays in with him, and then closed it, locking the door once again and then turning to look at his room. He froze and took in the damage. His table was left in huge pieces with smaller splinters underneath the bedspring of the bed. He glanced at the bed, stared at the feathers that scattered along the floor and then saw a pond of water escaping out from the bathroom in a slow but steady rate. He knew that there was probably more damage done to the quarters but he didn't see from his place at the door.
What he did see? Was Tranquility lying in her wolf form in the middle of the destruction.
Teach him to leave a bitch unchained. Keith growled out, teeth elongating into canines and instantly madness filled his dark gaze. Dark shades of brown and black fur sprouted out of his pores, bones cracked in his arms and shoulders, reshaping into a thicker and longer shape, fingers were replaced with claws, veins threatened to pop out from underneath his skin. Besides from his furry wolf arms, elongated canines, and claws, Keith was still human.
"You're going to regret this." Every word dripped with a promise of revenge and before he could go over there and rip her into shreds, Keith forced his arms to return to normal and then he left the room, locking it behind him and throwing the plates of food he had been planning on giving to her on the floor, letting it smash into thousands of pieces and various types of food rolling along the floor.
That was the last time she saw of him for a whole month. For the first week, no one visited her room. She was left completely alone. From morning to night. No food was delivered. She was left there almost as if forgotten. Then, after a week where she was bound to be weakened, six people filed into the room and they forced her back to the silver binding that held her tightly to the wall.
Even then, Keith didn't come to her.
She was given food every two days since then. But only after someone came and pleasure himself or herself to the sight of her nude on the wall. Only when they were done did she get fed by them, their fingers still slick with their juices. If she refused to eat, she wouldn't eat until the next two days. Where the same thing would happen.
Keith went into the room, it was cleared out of the mess and the only reason why he was here was because she had been refusing to eat. He couldn't have her dying on him. Keith strode towards her, a platter on his hand full of food, his gaze dark.
There had been someone whom had tried touching her in his absence and Keith had found himself killing him. The man barely touched her skin and he was hauled out and Keith had his way with him. He couldn't help it. A whole month had passed and still Keith had a odd feeling for her. She looked bad, her body tried saving her by taking all her fat and muscle until now Keith could see the structure of her bones.
Foolish. She should have just eaten.
Yet Keith couldn't stop the feeling he felt that was akin to pride at the knowledge that she was still so strong willed. His mate. Was strong.
"You're starving yourself." He commented, placing the platter on a table that had been refurnished along with another bed, two chairs, and the items in the bathroom had been fixed as well. He knew she was allowed a shower each week because he had allowed her that privilege.
He was being nice to her. And really he was. He could break her so easily. Could make others rape her. Could inject her with silver and wolfsbane until she was driven to insanity. He could make her watch children get raped and tortured and put her in a position where she couldn't do anything. And yet? He just kept her safe on a wall where people touched themselves to the sight of her and he continued to give her chances for food. He was being sickening sweet. If someone knew that he favored her with kindness, they would turn so quick on him that he wouldn't even see it coming.
So why? Why was he letting anyone whom could read between the lines know that she was as close as a weakness to him as it got.
"I don't understand." He told her and with a disgusted snap of his mouth, he unlocked the clamps that held her in place until she was free.
"Shower. Eat. Dress yourself." He threw a bag of clothes on the floor and then turned towards the bed. "I have something to show you."
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Post by Jewel on Jun 3, 2016 3:02:52 GMT -5
Time was a funny thing.
It went by quickly for someone who had dozens of things to do, yet for Tranquility it dragged on and on and on until she wasn't sure if hours had passed or weeks or months. Has the whole year gone by? She'd like to say she had slept through much of her time - which judging by the length of her leg and feminity hair and how chipped her purple nail polish was on her toes was long - but seeing as how these silver cuffs had her in an uncomfortable position and rubbed her ankles and wrists raw she couldn't get a good night's sleep.
Time also had a habit of changing things. Her, for example. Bags, purple and large, under her eyes made it look like she could pass for a panda shifter. Yes, it did look like her skin stretched out over her bones; one time she had laughed at the thought of her collarbone being sharp enough to cut someone. Then she was thinking vaguely that she wouldn't mind cutting Keith. After that she thought that if she hadn't have seen him almost shift into a wolf ages ago she would have thought him as a crocodile.
Which had her chanting more often than not a poem from Alice in Wonderland. "How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour the waters of the Nile with every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin. How neatly spread his claws. And welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws."
She had thought it fitting, and sang it every time her stomach growled and rumbled at her; someone came to jack off; or she thought of Keith. But when it came to those nasty people feeding her, all thoughts shut down because of the disgusting scent of cum on the fingers that held her food. No, Quill didn't eat because when she ate burgers, she only wanted them a certain way. Not with the special sauce being body fluids. Her water that she was allowed to drink had nasty white grossness mixed in. Her stomach clenched every time at the sight, and refused to be hungry anymore.
Until they left.
Even though there was a shower privelege once a week, she was thankful that she could get bathroom breaks. Since she lost all sense of time, she wasn't sure at what specific times she was let down and escorted to relieve herself. And when she got done she would wash her hands and surreptitiously drink the water from the sink - that water didn't have any nasty stuff dripping into the cup.
To be honest, she didn't feel like Keith favored her. The ill treatment she received thus far didn't give her any sign that he was being remotely sweet. She believed that he was going to let her rot here until she didn't have the will anymore to survive long enough for someone to rescue her. So she was surprised when his scent, death (obviously) underlying a rain-drenched forest tickled her nose along with the smell of glorious food that she opened her eyes wide.
A laugh, raspy and bitter, escaped her. "Really? I haven't noticed." With a roll of her eyes she quickly snapped out, "I didn't feel like eating cum for breakfast, thanks." But she didn't react to him releasing her - she got used to the cold air hitting her raw wrists and ankles, and the shakiness in her legs. If she were smart, she would have made for the door, no matter the fact that she wouldn't have gotten far. But she wasn't thinking straight, apparently. She didn't feel strong at all. She stood there, leaning heavily against the wall with her hand painfully holding her, and kept her eyes on him. Watcching warily. Not making a motion toward the bag of clothes for a few minutes until she finally spoke. "You want to show me something," she repeated him.
Then she laughed again. This time more amused than bitter. "I hope we get to go the movie theatre and see that new chick flick!" Sarcasm dripped like thick drops of gravy from a ladle. "That would be so terrific!" With help from the wall, she moved toward the plate of food, warm and enticing to her raging stomach, and sat down at the table. Just as soon as she did, she didn't even wait for eating utensils. She channeled her inner caveman and used her hands.
It was glorious going down. As if she were at the fanciest place in Paris. It enticed her otherwise dead tastebuds. She ignored how some of it got into her wounded wrists. How the food found its way into he hair. Moans of delight permeated the room. And when she was done, she clapped her hands excitedly.
Right before she vomitted it all up.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 5, 2016 1:12:01 GMT -5
Keith stared at her, slighlt surprised that she didn't fall to the ground. It meant that she wasn't as weak as she seemed, she was still strong. Still surviving. Good girl. That made him pause. Why had he been relieved? She couldn't be strong. She had to be weak so that he could break her into tiny pieces and once she was shattered, he'd let others use her like every other McClellan bitch.
Yet? Here he stood, relieved at the sight of her standing strong against the wall, the only weakness showing in the quiver of her knees. Ridicoulous. He had to stop this. She was just like the rest of them. Just a object. A game. Where he would break them down and show them that they weren't as strong as they believed. He had done it countless times. To both women and men. He had done it to leaders, government officials, assassins-everyone. Even Ventia Black had cracked under his hand.
So why didn't he just finish it. Break her apart once and for all. Keith forced that down, not wanting to think of the answer. For now, it was just because he wanted to see how long she could last. That's right. He was going to drag it out. The pain. The suffering. He'd drag it out, little by little, until she reached her breaking point.
He smiled widely at the reinforced belief, relieved that he settled that internal confusion. So even at Tranquility's words, Keith's smile didn't falter. "Oh really? But that's my favorite. I thought I'd let you have all that good stuff."
His eyebrow raised slightly and for a moment, he thought about leaving but his feet stayed planted on the ground. So he didn't leave. Didn't admit to himself that he didn't want to leave. Keith hadn't seen Quill for a month now and he had missed her witty smart remarks. "Unfortanely we have to save the chick-flicks for later."
He sat down on the bed and watched her eat, his eyes alit at the crazyed manner of how she ate. Keith enjoyed watching it. It was like watching a straved animal gorged itself with food. Actually, that's exactly what it was. The rawness of it-enticed him. It was like watching a wild wolf tear into a deer, ripping into its flesh and having bits and pieces fly around while blood covered the snout.
Keith wanted to fuck.
It brought his wolf out-watching her. He wanted to play.
Her throwing up? Well honestly he'd still have sex with her but the sight of it had caused him to rumble out with laughter. "Idiot girl. Gorging yourself like that. Shower." He paused, glanced at the vomit and then met her eye again. "If you try to be cute and get any of that on me. I'll join you in that shower and I'll pin you against the wall and make you bleed for me again. Understood? Don't fucking play with me today Quill. Shower. Dress. And we're leaving. Get."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 5, 2016 21:24:38 GMT -5
Quill groaned and shifted her body away from the chunks of regurgitated food. Now she was in no mood to move other than to fall asleep on this table. And she would if she knew Keith wouldn't be a jerk and allow her to do it. The stench of vomit was too much for her anyway. So she used the table to help herself up before hobling to the bathroom, stopping briefly to pick up the bag of clothes he threw at her.
"There's nothing cute about puke," she snapped, agitated that she was threatened with the same thing she ehad nightmares about when she did just so happen to sleep. "But you would have deserved it anyway. Freaking starving me then laying the food out as if not expecting me to pig out. You probably poisoned it."
Then she slammed the door to the bathroom, her throat closing as she felt a wave of tears coming. Oh, how she wished that there was a lock on this door. That way she can let loose these wretched things without Keith waltzing in and laughing and thinking that he broke her. Which he was so close to doing, yet there was no way that she would let him see it. See how she was expecting for him to ... as childish as this hope was ... have a change of heart. When she saw him Quill knew that there wasn't a single change in his demeanor towards her. He didn't bat an eyelash when he saw that she starved herself except to say coldly "You should have eaten." No apology. No holding her or spoon-feeding her. Nothing.
Add to the fact that she just had the thought hit her that Keith was crazy enough to kill her, tingles or no tingles. Now, as she turned on the shower, she feared that her organs will involuntarily shut down one by one within twenty-four hours. For an archaeologist, she feared death. And hated how the act of such a betrayal from someone that was supposed to be by her side forever tore her open from inside out.
The steam from the shower was warm. Not too hot or cold, but just right for her. Under the water that pelted her bones she stood for a good while. Probably long enough to have Keith wonder what in the world she was doing. But by the time he would have a good reason to get up and check on her she had the water off and looking sadly down at her breasts, which were once so full and beautiful. Because of the starvation, they looked as if they belonged to a ten-year-old. Nonexistent, practically. Not to mention because of the lack of bra they started to sag.
"Pathetic," she muttered to herself before sifting through the clothes he brought her, with one hand clutching the towel against her chest. "Well, at least I now have clothes." Quill had been using the only shampoo and conditioner and soap that was in the shower. Which, considering that there was a guy that lived in this place, was shower care for men. So she didn't smell feminine at all. Forget about how silky smooth her hair was, even if she didn't have the chance to brush it since she came to take up permanent residence here. Quill took pride in her femininity and he was taking it away little by little.
No matter if Keith came to check on her or not, she was quick to dress, sick with how curly the hair on her private area was and how it seemed like a forest on her legs and underarms. Disgusted that her bones seemed to be waving mockingly at her. The clothes she wore were baggy. Extremely so. She kept having to hike her pants up. But without a further word she walked out of that bathroom with her head held high.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 17, 2016 1:56:13 GMT -5
While she showered, Keith had someone come in and clean the puke. He didn't enjoy the stench of it or didn't think that Quill would appreciate it when she came back here for the night. But mostly, he like the scent. He tapped his fingers on his forearms, staring blankly at the door in front of him.
What did he want to show her?
He honestly had no idea. It had been a excuse to come and see her. To get his first good look on her after he left her. She barely had any meat on her bones and she was dirty. But her spirit. Well he still saw that. He was relieved that she did as well.
He stood when she came out, slightly amused at the fact that the clothes hadn't fit her. After all. They were her old clothes. The fact that she couldn't fit them were both amusing and worrisome. But he didn't let that emotion sink in. He couldn't allow it. Because once he said it, it'll be true. Keith didn't want it to be true.
He pulled the chain that he had delivered to him off the bed and raised a eyebrow at her. "Stomach settled?" He nodded at the chain, hooked to it was both a collar and handcuffs. It was made in such a way that the collar would close around her throat and the chain would run down her back, where it could lock her wrists from behind her. There were other versions that chained the ankles as well but Keith found those to be annoying since it hindered ones stride.
Keith's lips twisted up in a smile. "Don't worry. They're just steel. No silver this time. Though it appears you've build some sort of a tolerance for it." He nodded at her bare wrists that should still be burning from the silver bands that had held her the whole month. "That usually happens. A werewolf builds immunity to something once it's been exposed to it for such a long period. I wonder." He moved around her. "If I inject you with liquid silver, will your body be able to handle it?" He stopped until he was behind her and gently moved her hair away, his lips close to her ear.
"All have ended up dying besides one." He whispered, "but you know...I have a feeling you'd be able to survive." He shrugged. "After all, you've survived this long. Sure you're skin over bones but you're alive. Aren't you?" He clamped down the collar around her skinny neck. It hung loosely around her neck, another sign of how food deprived she was.
He dropped the weight of the chain, letting it tug at the front of her throat, the combined weight of the steel chains and handcuffs forcing her face to arch upwards. He kissed the tip of her ear, clasping her right arm and forcing it backward until it settled in one of the handcuffs.
"You're a survival. You'd do anything to survive. Wouldn't you?" He forced the left hand back, feeling how weak she was. Almost...fragile. He never thought she could be fragile.
Keith laughed. "Or maybe not. Since you've starved yourself. Truly. What's a little cum compared to starvation? Did you plan to kill yourself?" He shook his head. "I thought you were the type of person who would do anything if it meant surviving." Keith sighed and locked the handcuff on her left wrist.
"Your morals will be the death of you." He pushed her gently towards the door, chain in hand, and then he unlocked it and held it open. "Had you eaten? Who knows. You may have been strong enough to escape tonight. As it is, the chains are just for show. You're too weak to be any threat."
Keith nodded at the hallway, "Well go on, I'll tell you where to go." And he did. He instructed her where to go until they were on the first floor. There? He glanced around and then moved towards a wall that had a clamp that was forged into the wall. He locked the chain on the wall and then walked off without a word, leaving Quill alone.
A few moments passed before someone came towards Tranquility, it was a man, whom looked to be in his early thirties, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice smile. He was dressed well, jeans, polo shirt, and boots, and he seemed slightly out of place here. He also kept glancing over his shoulder.
He finally stopped before Quill, at a respectable distance away but still near enough that she could hear him. "Tranquility?" His voice was as kind as his smile and low, meant for her ears only. "Your Tranquility right?" He moved his hand into his pocket and slowly pulled out a photo.
The picture was of her and her parents, all smiling. He showed it to her, glanced back, and then stuffed the picture back into his pocket. "I don't know how much time I have. So excuse me for speaking in rushed tones. But your parents hired me to find you. I'm here to help you. Help you and all the other people here."
He glanced back again, swallowed and then turned to her. "My name is Steven. Steven Jacobs. I have a benefactor whom really helped me finding you and who's willing to lead your escape and then save the others. His name is Vincent. He's going to be coming to see you very soon."
He glanced back again and then at Quill. "You have to be ready...you need to find Keith's weakness. So that when Vincent saves you, he can make sure that devil never hurts anyone else." He heard footsteps and then paused. Glanced back and then turned to Quill one last time.
"Don't say anything. Just wait for Vincent. He'll save you. He'll save all of you. If you're in a proposition where you can kill Keith or escape, call this number." He held out a tiny piece of paper. "It's Vincent's. I'll try to keep in touch. Don't call that number unless you've found his weakness, killed him already, or are on the run to freedom."
"Have faith. You'll be saved. God bless." He turned and quickly walked away, disappearing into one of the doors. A few moments later, Keith came from around the corner.
"Alright. We got the clear." He unlocked the chain from the wall and nodded at the way he had just come from. But before he moved, he paused.
"What's wrong?"
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