A new world crashes down like thunder [open]

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It's about one moment
the moment you think you know where you stand
and in that one moment, the things that you're sure off ripped from your hand
and you've got one second
to try to be clear, to try to stand tall
but the sky starts to change, and the wind starts to blow

Julia couldn't believe where she was. How had this happened? A week ago, she had been completely content with her life, no matter how hectic it was. Hunting the monsters that stalked the night was a thrill for her, and she had her family to be with. It had been perfect, it had been fun. It had proved dangerous. One slip up by the Porters, the famed hunters, had landed her parents dead and Julia in this hell hole.

And I'm not afraid of anyone
I am sure to win with anyone at all
I'm not afraid of anyone
Not a soul alive can get behind this wall
So let them call, and watch them fall
Cause after all, I'm not afraid.

She stood at a podium, hands shackled behind her back and feet shackled together to stop her from running, glaring at the man who held the long thin chain that seemed to just wrap around and join together around her neck. She was determined to not show any form of fear to the people here. Hell, she'd tried to kill a few of them before, it wouldn't be good to admit she was afraid of them now. The young hunter had to admit she'd feel much better if she had her weapons with her, and maybe if she had control of her hands. The idea of someone else controlling her sent a chill down her spine.

A new world crashes down like thunder
A new world charging through the air
A new world just beyond the mountain
Waiting there, waiting there.
A new world shattering the silence
There's a new world I'm afraid to see

The man holding the chain began to talk to the crowd, talking her up in an attempt to sell her. "This one has a fire in her, I'll tell you! She'll be great in bed, and she's a virgin. Want some revenge on a hunter? Well, this girl has taken down a few of our own in her time, her whole family has. And I'd bet she tastes wonderful, hasn't tainted her body with drugs or alcohol, let's start the bidding."

[I'd rather the master be on the tough side, cruel I guess, but she'll need that kind of master. I'm open to pretty much anything though.]

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The musky odors of the old bastards who hung around too long in one place clung to this building like stink on a pig. The patrons were occupied talking business, discussing the weather, and some stared at the auction block as if they were entranced. Dark, grungy, unclean, it seemed like the perfect place to find a bite to eat... if you were a street corner whore. Dipping his head, Gunnar stepped through the doorway that was obviously made for dwarfs, or possibly just not for giants. Pushing through the crowd, his eyes never laid upon a single patron, gazing over their heads to the auction block. Time to buy himself a house warming gift, and what better way than to purchase a slave to drag around the streets with him. Maybe he would make the bitch bark like a dog, or put her in to pit fights with the boys on the backstreets. Now, that would be amusing. In the end, see who she feared most- the beasts in the ring, or the beast of a man she had to go home with.

He was not always so cruel, but when you get a sick notion in your head such as taking over the world as those around you know it, you have to blow off some steam. In truth, he had no care what it was he brought back to the desert with him tonight, feisty the better as he hated it when bitches cried. With that said, he paused, eyes settling rather immediatly upn Julia. She happened to the one up for grabs at the moment, and truth be told he was rather intrigued. A Slayer? Well, hopefully that meant she had some fire. A waitress backed in to him, her tray being knocked from her grasp and the contents spilling to the floorboards. As his head snapped in the direction of the woman who was still in mid apology, his arm outstretched, remaining expressionless. Hand grasped her side, forearm across her waist, and without hesitation he tossed her to the floor, stepping over her like she was a mat over the spilled drinks. Gaze returned to the slave just as a middle aged man beside him raised his hand to put up a bid.

Arm still in motion from knocking down the waitress, he tucked his hand toward his chest, jutting out his elbow as he cracked the guy against the side of the head with a quick snap, only to raise his palm and give the auctioneer a nod. At 6'5, you got noticed. The rattling of the auctioneers voice faded, and Gunnar approached the block, reaching in to his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. His eyes focused on the girl, fingers peeling out a few bills that he placed in the mans hands, patting him on the shoulder and stepping in one motion up on to the block. He moved close enough that he could feel the girls breath through his dress shirt, looking down at her from nearly a foot above. "Speak." The command sounded, a raspy voice booming forth as he grabbed the collar around her neck and gave a tug toward him and up. Surely she would have to lift her chin, his closed fist at her thoat around the mark of her slavery.

Gunnar Scotts stare was cold, dominant, clenching his jaw as he waited for the woman to speak as she had been told to. His other hand raised, motioning to the auctioneer who was still stuttering in amazement over the sum of cash he had been handed. Approaching, the man had already pocketed the bills, hoping that the Lycan overlord had not changed his mind. "The shackles. Remove them." Eyes never leaving the girl as the man began unlocking them without hesitation as he had been told. Reaching behind the girls head, he took a fist full of her hair and began to force her head back and somewhat off to the side, inspecting her neck for bite marks, only to suddenly release and allow his hand to drop back to his side. Grasp on her collar tightened, the shackles on her wrists and ankles now removed and pushed to the side, and he turned to leave, planning to tow her in his wake.

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Julia's eyes scanned the crowd, not quite sure what she was even looking for. It wasn't as if some friend of hers was going to bust in here and get her out before someone could buy her. The Porters didn't really do friends, in fear that someone would betray their whereabouts to someone else. No, she wasn't looking for friends, more for enemies. Julia was quite sure that she wouldn't last too long if purchased by someone she or her family had tried to dispose of at one point or another. People usually didn't take kindly to that kind of treatment. She noticed a few pairs of eyes on her, and took a deep breath to calm herself as she thought of what being a slave to some of these monsters would mean.

The bidding began, and Julia had to admit she was upset over the low starting price. Surely she had to be worth more than that, but perhaps the trader just wanted to be rid of her; she had put up quite the fight when he was dragging her here, gave him a few scratches and bruises of his own. Julia stared the crowd down defiantly, her eyes finally landing on one man who stood a bit taller than the others bidding on her. He raised his hand and nodded, and the auctioneer's voice settled down. Julia could swear that her stomach had frozen over, but still wanted to get sick. Someone had just bought her. Like she was any other object to be used in the way that the owner wanted. She wanted to run, just get as far away as possible from these monsters, get back into hiding for the rest of her life.

Her new master, as much as she wouldn't admit it, moved closer to her; he was massive, nearly a foot taller than the girl. She didn't try to back away, although that was the first thought in her mind, but instead just stared straight forward with those defiant eyes. The pull on her collar did cause a rather sharp intake of breath, just from the surprise of the whole thing. She was forced to look up the foot between them, though she struggled against his hold and the metal. If only the small chain would snap... But Julia knew she had no chance in doing that, she had tried before. He commanded her to speak, and she merely raised and eyebrow for a moment, quite unsure of what to say. "What the hell do you want me to say, sir?" The response was dripping with sarcasm, though Julia was a bit proud of herself for not calling him a pompous bastard or something of the sort. No, that would be saved for later.

Getting the shackles off felt amazing after so long of having them on. She rolled her shoulders a few times, bringing her hands in front of her to rub her wrists and regain circulation. Her relief was cut short, however, when she felt her neck being stretched, her head forced back. "I can assure you that while I've hunted those monsters, none of them have taken a bite out of me." She had plenty of scars, mainly small ones, but no bite marks. He released her head, and her eyes snapped back to his face, fire burning in them. She felt his grip tighten as he made a move to leave, and continued to struggle against the collar and his pull. Logic, which she usually listened to, told her that there was no way to escape him while he held the collar or the chain, but she ignored it. But surely he would be able to drag her wherever he wanted without much problem.

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Being a slave to certain monsters in this crowd could be the difference between life and death. Some came here simply for a treat- an added spice to their meal, or a side dish, or dessert. The hungry eyes of middle aged men, their stomachs hanging loose over their belt, it was easy to guess just who those specific monsters may be. Others were here to seek a sexual outlet. Often these patrons were those that could not find someone at a local bar to go home with them, and thus there were usually reasons. Or, you found the rare dominatrix who's lustful desire is to hear heir slaved groan in agony. Torture was not nearly as common these days as is had been in the past, from Gunnar's point of view, but it had to be one of the most interesting means to purchase a slave. Not, however, his idea of a good time.

At the moment, he sought to treat this girl like a dog. Drag her around if she did not wish to follow willingly, and perhaps turn her in to a dog at a later time. The idea of rebellion against the current Alpha Lycan in this area had him seeking anyone, and anything,t o join his legion of rebels. If this girl fell in to place, then so be it. If he became bored of her, or she got under his skin, he would simply feed her as an offering to the group that chose to follow his reign in to terror. Standing before her now, having just released her hair after examining her neck for fresh bites, he began to take his leave. He never gave her the satisfaction of any reply, remaining silent through the entire ordeal.

The auction block was raised by about three feet to the makeshift platform, and stepping to the edge he pivoted, pulling the girl in closer to him as she fought against the hold he had on her in a pitiful attempt to be free of his grasp. The hand that had been on her collar now took the attached chain instead, his free arm moving behind her knees as he bent down swiftly to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder. Surely, she may struggle. Her feet now free, he expected her to kick and squeal, even assumed she would use her hands to claw at his back and the perhaps even through the material of his dress shirt. So be it, once he maneuvered her to a position over his shoulder he stepped down from the podium, only to put her back on her feet rather suddenly without warning.

The waitress that he had knocked down was still in the middle of getting up, her bare knees scraped and bruised, her gown wet with stains from the different beverages she had been splayed in. He stepped past her, feeling the weight of her glare as he pushed through the crowd. The chain attached to Julia's collar was wrapped around his hand several times before his fist closed around it, arm tense to allow no give when she struggled against the pull. He wouldn't have slowed his pace if she was dragging on her hands and knees by the neck, let alone her futile attempts to escape. He was a man with little patience, and that showed as he pushed men and women aside who stood in the direct path for the exit. He flicked his wrist on occasion, snapping the chair tighter to ensure she kept up, and on her toes.

He never hesitated at the door, ducking once again after swinging it open, pulling on the 'leash' to bring the girl within a foot of him before he made his way up the flight of stairs to the first floor of the Cyanide. The place was loud, music blaring, and the smell of smoke and sweat intermingling in the musky airflow. With such a keen sense of smell, he didn't take a liking to such places and hurried toward the door that would put them on to the street. A slick black Saturn SKY sat along the curb beneath the "No Parking" signs, engine still running. Pausing, Gunnar pulled on the chain to bring Julia to his side rather than behind if she had still been struggling. "Are you going to ride nice or do I have you drag you behind?" His piercing gaze looking down the foot to meet her own eyes, face still rather expressionless as he began to let his eyes wander over her in wait for her response.

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Julia could only imagine what this man wanted her for. If he was a sick bastard who wanted her so that he could torture her, she could find a way to deal with that until she got away from him. If he was too lazy to clean his own home, she could deal with that as well. It wasn't hard. But the sick monsters who wanted pleasure slaves, Julia was fairly sure she wouldn't be able to deal with that. As cheesy as it sounded, she had kept herself pure. She wasn't going to let some sick bastard who couldn't get laid take that away from her.

He remained silent, and she just smirked. They began to move, Julia with all the resistance she could muster after the week she had endured. Before she knew what was happening, Julia found herself slung over the shoulder of the man who had purchased her. The rather short and revealing dress she had been forced into by her trader didn't offer much cover, especially in this position. "Put me down!" She demanded, aiming a long rake of her nails at the man's back. She was down on her feet soon enough, tugging at the bottom of her dress to offer a bit more cover, only succeeding in exposing more in the chest area. She hadn't exactly been ready to start moving again, and nearly landed herself on the ground. Instead, she caught herself at the last moment and, still resisting as much as possible, she allowed herself to be pulled after Gunnar.

Well, at least there was the small distance between them, no matter how small it was. As they passed a woman halfway between being laid out on the ground and standing, Julia flashed her a look of pity. Her look was more of a flash, however, as Gunnar had quite the hold on the leash. Julia really didn't offer much resistance, though whatever she could give she was, and much to her dismay she ended up moving behind her master. Every so often, the chain would become tighter, causing Julia to wince slightly as the back of the collar bit into the skin at the back of her neck.

The assault on her senses when they entered Cyanide was enough to give Julia a headache by the time they were out of the place. The music was far too loud, the base giving her a bit of a stomach ache, and the smell was enough to make her sick. Smoking was a disgusting habit, she never saw the point. Drugs were horrid, destruction of one's body never sat well with Julia. Not after she had spent her life taking such good care of her body. She couldn't imagine willingly putting something into her body that would cause harm. As they exited the club, her head still buzzed with the thump of the base. Julia was quite relieved when they stepped onto the street. Another jerk on the chain and Julia was jerked forward, coming to rest next to Gunnar. The sarcasm in her told her to say that she'd be just fine without taking a ride anywhere with him, but in the end logic won out. Being pulled along behind a moving vehicle wouldn't bode well for a human, no matter how fast they were. "A nice ride sounds wonderful." She smirked up at him, working on hiding the discomfort his gaze caused.

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Luckily for her, Gunnar was a man who could find a piece of tail in any building he entered. He was smooth, and the ladies sure didn't seem to mind his appearance either. Thing was, he wasn't the type to whore around, letting just any woman in to his bed. Sure, he had slept with some women, but sleeping with and having sex with are two completely different things. He had morals, and very.. very high standards. When it came to having fun he would much rather hit the club with the guys or tear something apart, whether it be recreational, or mechanical. Running a chop shop of sorts for high end models, and recreating them in to indestructible tanks that could withstand a war, he made millions every year selling to high rollers who felt they needed such protection. And thus, he had no reason to purchase a woman just to have his way with her. Where was the fun in that.. half of the excitement was the chase, and that went to everything he dealt with. Including the death of his rivals.

Gunnar wasn't one to take an easy shot. He liked to be challenged, and thus, the fact that Julia here was not going to be hanging off of him attempting to get in to his pants like every other woman, made him pleased with the purchase. The bass of the club was annoying beyond reason, and it echoed down the street through the walls of the Cyanide. It almost felt as if the concrete beneath his feet was vibrating in rhythm with the music that was now a dull roar. A deep inhale lifted his chest as he pushed his hand back through his hair, looking at the car and then back to the woman. Defiant, yet still just a woman. The moment she decided to speak out against him he wouldn't hesitate to back hand her. Normally Gunnar wasn't the type to beat women, but disrespectful women was a different story.

He took a step forward off of the curb, pulling her along with him, and opened the passenger door. The interior was plush, and the new car smell still clung to the leather of the seats. His arm snaked out toward her, motioning her to get in to the car. If she didn't do so on her own in a timely fashion, he would simply pick her up and place her in the seat himself. Didn't bother him any. "Put on your seat belt." His raspy voice emitted, the tone rather expressionless and perhaps even taking on a note of boredom with the whole scenario. A large ring was bolted to the dashboard, and it had an open padlock hanging from it. Gunnar clasped it shut on the end of her leash once she was in seat. Julia had perhaps a foot, give or take a few inches, of movement. He closed the door and walked around the back of the car.

He wanted to get out of the city as quickly as possible, bring the wench back to the desert with him for the night then perhaps drag her back in to town the following morning. She would be towed around daily, until she learned her place. He didn't plan on taming the slave, nor did he care if she ever thought any higher of him than she did right now. All he needed was her respect for his authority, and things would go smoothly. Gunnar stepped over the drivers door, sliding in to the seat and without hesitation slammed the car in to gear. A thick cloud of smoke billowed beneath the rear fenders as the rubber spun on the blacktop, jerking to the side before taking to the streets. "Are you hungry?" He asked, his eyes leaving the road as he stared at her, in the middle of changing lanes to maneuver around a slow moving train of vehicles. Restaurants and fast food dives were on the next few blocks ahead, and he planned on stopping at one whether she answered or not.

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Julia hoped he didn't want to use her sexually. She'd sooner throw herself off of a roof or jump in front of a car than let herself be used that way. But the way he carried himself, added in with his looks and the flashy car he was driving, and the amount he had paid for her, drove her to believe otherwise. Well, that was good. But now there were the other uses to worry about. Sure, she could handle torture, bit that didn't mean she wanted to have to go through it day after day. Almost any other use she could think of was alright by her, as alright as she could be with being a slave and being forced into doing something. She'd expected, as had the bastard who sold her, to be snatched up by some sadistic thing that wanted a nice little thing to sleep with and torture.

Glad to be out of the club, Julia was slightly less tense. That didn't mean she wasn't going to keep fighting this, but the fresh air calmed her down a bit, much better than the stench ridden air of the club. Her lungs hadn't been used to such filthy air, the smoky air. She was sure she'd taste that for weeks to come, and that thought was almost enough to make her want to vomit again. She just wanted to get as far away from that hell hole as possible, and at the moment her only way out was with this man. She'd deal with it for now, and provided he treated her decently, she'd probably end up doing what he wanted in the end. After all, logic usually won out, and logic would tell her that resisting would only end up getting her killed. She was an object to the slave owners, and object could just be thrown away. But logic wouldn't win over emotion for quite some time, at least not in a large scale.

He pulled her forward, off the curb and towards the car. It looked new, smelled new, and Julia couldn't help but smirk. Just a time of new things, it appeared. When she was motioned to do so, Julia climbed into the car. Gunnar had already proved that he would get her to go wherever he wanted her to, and she really wasn't exactly in the mood to be picked up again. She didn't even want to be touched by him, accidentally or otherwise. She quickly buckled her seatbelt, even before his prompting, as it had always been a habit. But she was glad when he prompted, at least he didn't want his property dying if there was a crash. Or he just wanted another thing stopping her if she tried to jump from the moving vehicle. She rolled her eyes at the ring and padlock, she wasn't stupid, she wouldn't jump out. "Ok, I'm not going to try and jump from a moving vehicle."

She didn't expect a response from him this time either, but she felt that pointing out this fact might be worth something. Julia tested her range of moving as Gunnar was walking around the back of the car, quite ready to just rip the ring out of the dash. She sure was trying, but only succeeding again in digging the chain into the back of her neck. Julia's hands went up to the chain, trying to relieve the strain on her neck while she pulled against it. She wouldn't try to jump from a moving vehicle, but a parked one was quite different.

Her ideas of an escape were halted, however, when he slammed the car into gear and they started moving. Instead, Julia just relaxed into the seat, her hands crossed over her chest as she watched Gunnar. He moved to look at her, and she was surprised a bit by his question. Well, he was probably hungry himself, but she would appreciate a good meal anyway. "I'd actually love something to eat." She answered, still a bit tense.

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