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Post by emilee on Apr 27, 2009 21:24:12 GMT -5
Emilee hadn't meant to get in trouble, she had just tried to escape. Needless to say she hadn't calculated that her captors were in better physical condition than she was and had caught her quickly. She had fought and screamed and even hit a few of them until they had finally bound her so she would not hurt any more of them.
Now she sat,tied at the wrists to a post by the wall, hair falling down in front of her pale face, her whiskey colored eyes looking out from beneath the curtain of dark curls. How she had crawled this far down the social ladder in a manner of a week was beyong her.
In the human she had been the heiress, one of the top of the world and now she would be sold, abused, used, by whoever paid the highest price. And she would bring a high price.
A virgin self-made millionaire with the body of a model and a feisty personality. She would go for big bucks. |
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Post by razorblade on Apr 28, 2009 15:35:32 GMT -5
heart of gold but it lost it's pride;;beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes i've seen your face in another light There was a fresh shipment, and as always, Razor was first to inspect them and take which ones he felt would be among the better and save them for either himself or Incardney. That is if Incardney was being good.
Dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a white dress shirt, top two buttons undone, and a simple black blazer. It was comfortable and allowed movement that was well needed, all the while allowing Razor to travel from his house to the warehouse that was only a block away. Stepping into the room, Razor felt eyes on him, he always felt the eyes on him first.
Walking between the chained slaves, some skinny, some overweight, some just perfect for breeding and blood banks. The overweight ones would be held here until they were the right size for sale, the skinny would be sold quickly, as will the blood banks. Razor watched the eyes that seemed to be sucked deeply into their faces, when one set caught his own.
Walking towards the whiskey coloured eyes, his own chocolate brown ones never leaving her's. Coming across the women, her body almost a models, her face holding perfection. Virgin whispered among the minds of those he was in the room with.
Squatting down to be eye level with her, as well as she could. Razor ordered the wrists to be bound together, as well as feet and the bound limbs to be linked together with chain, the best quality. It left mild shafting marks, but kept the slaves in place, but back to that angelic face. Razor gently wiped dirt away from her face, revealing more of her beauty. "My, my, my. You are beautiful m'love." Razor tilted his head slightly, as if he was watching his food.
why'd you have to go and let it die? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Let It Die - Foo Fighters Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Nada |
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Post by emilee on Apr 29, 2009 21:48:19 GMT -5
Emilee felt as eyes caught hers, and only then zoned back in. The man walked towards her, and defiance burned behind her whiskey amber orbs. Someone came over and bound her wrists and legs together with a chain so she couldn't fight back. The man stopped before her and knelt to be level with her, and she cringed as his hand reached out to wipe some dirt from her face.
She forced her head away, something close to hissing coming from deep in her throat. When he said she was pretty, her eyes shot back to him. "What do you want?" She snarled in reply, ready to fight even though she was bound. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on Apr 30, 2009 19:03:56 GMT -5
now, tell me what ou saw;;tell me what you saw there was a crowd of seas;;inside, outside Razor smiled when he saw her fight him. That was spirit, meant she was new to the ring. He was going to have to break her, break her and then send her back into the ring. Only fair to those that were in the area. Grabbing the back of her head, Razor looked at her face, looking for cuts or signs of bruising, but she seemed to be in fairly good condition. Perfect.
Licking his lips, Razor closed his eyes and took a sharp intake of breathe. Her scent was interesting, but feeding on her kinetic energy was filling and all too needed. Slowly opening his eyes, Razor watched her for a moment more before bothering to answer her, or even speak again. "She is mine. No one touches, if anyone lays a hand on my property, they will pay a pound of flesh for every inch they touched/"
His voice held an icy quality that very few heard, but it dominated the room, a few scantily dressed girls beside shivered, huddling together even closer. Looking back at the women, Razor let go of her head, but trailed a finger along her cheek. "I want what every other master and mistress want in this town. A pretty little slave that will know their place, and will do as we wish. Even if it means pleasure." Tracing her lips, Razor felt her jerk away, it was a shame she had such spirit.
i must have done a dozen each - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Gold Lion - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Nada |
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Post by emilee on Apr 30, 2009 20:25:15 GMT -5
Emilee felt him grab her hair and yank her head back and she did not fight, for the fear that he would pull the hair she loved so much. He seemed to be examining her and she wanted to growl, but made herself stay quiet. She could see him lick her lips in her peripheral vision. She wanted to choke, and wanted to fight, but couldn’t. She was bound and tied, unable to move.
His voice rang out harshly, telling everyone that she was his, and his hand trailed down her face. She shivered as well, from cold and from fear. After all, she was still left in the thin jeans and corset tubtop she had been doing her photo shoot in. He let go of her head and she allowed it to drop, until his finger traced along her lips. She jerked away hard, hard enough to slam into the wall, hard. Pain shot down her back but she ignored it, refusing to let him see her weakness, and glared at him.
“I don’t belong to anyone.” She snarled, quite apparently wanting to rip him apart and so unable to. Her mind was in a whirl, anger clouding her judgement. She yanked at her bonds, her only thought to escape. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 3, 2009 11:54:18 GMT -5
call him mr. raider call him mr. wrong;; call him mr. vain he'd say:i know what i want and i want it now Razor watched the women, her beauty was something he knew would be a selling feature, while her clothing did nothing to help that image. The corset was interesting choice for a image sot, but jeans were becoming the norm here. Smiling, Razor watched her reaction, feeding on her kinetic energy. It was a pleasent feeling, almost. Slowly, so slowly, Razor drained her kinetic energy, careful not to slow her heart too much, or even at all. He needed her alive.
Watching her smash herself against the wall after tracing her lips, Razor could see her mind racing even more. Her thougts were jumbled and screaming, but the one that came across so clearly was escape. Very few every escaped, mostly because their owners didn't keep a better eye on them. But very few, if none had escaped his warehouse.
Roughing grabbing her arm, Razor stood up and dragged the women to her feet. "Now love, you are not going to escape while you stay with me. I feed on people's kinetic energy. Meaning every time you heart beats, I get a bit more energy. Now, I am able to maniplulate that energy, so I can make your heart beat too fast and give up, or slow it down. You can fight me, and make me stronger, or come along and get decent clothing."
Half dragging the women, his threat looming over the guards, while his promise of his feeding dragging along the other slavs. He was in control, and it seemed most people knew that. Except the women he was dragging.
i want you cause i'm mr. vain - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Mr. Vain - Culture Beat Should be doing: Hmk. Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 3, 2009 18:18:47 GMT -5
Emilee nearly growled when he grabbed her arm very roughly, pulling her to her feet. She tried to yank back, despite her bound state, trying to force him off of her. Fighting with him threw her off balance, and her chains around her ankles made it impossible for her to balance herself. She was about to fall, but his grip alone was keeping her on her feet.
She didn't care who he was or what he could do, she knew she suddenly felt very tired, but that didn't stem the fight in her system. "Let me go." She snarled, trying to yank her arm away. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 3, 2009 18:41:58 GMT -5
put it in the past, put it in the past if this is race then i hope you come last Razor smirked and she tried to pull away. He just let her learn her lesson while dragging her. If she was going to fight, then she can fight all she wants. She would tire herself out, and he had Alexis to feed on, as well at the many people that he hires as staff at his manor. One less women to feed on would not be a problem. He was going to use her for other uses. She had to be broken, what better way then to break a virgin, but taking that innocence from her?
Hearing her snarl like a dog, Razor stopped and frowned. Looking at her, Razor back handed her before he spoke again. It hurt him to use violence, but he was not going to have a human slave talk back to him. He was in control and she was going to learn very quickly that she was no longer in control, and never will be. Shame about humans was that they always are so breakable. "You will learn your place, Slave. And hold your tongue, or dare loosing it."
Done with her insolence, Razor seemed to careless about her safety as he roughly carried her to the door. Walking through the doorway into the alleys, Razor drained more energy from the women, being careful not to slow her heart too much. Throwing her against the alley wall, Razor was very grateful for having the chains on her, not allowing her to fight back or escape. She would be fun to break, and a mighty fine addition to his collection.
you're on a bridge to nowhere and you're gettin' there fast - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Bridge to Nowhere - Sam Roberts Should be doing: hmk Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 3, 2009 22:29:48 GMT -5
Emilee cried out as his hand struck her across her face. It wasn't that she was weak, she just hadn't been expecting it. Her head snapped to the side and she glared at the floor, tasting blood in her mouth where she had bit the inside of her lip when he struck her.
Slowly, her head turned back towards him, and let out a cry of surprise when he lifted her into his arms rather easily, carrying her to the door. She felt fatigue setting in, as if he was draining something out of her very center. Suddenly, she hit a well and cried out in surprise, bracing herself with her arms behind her against the wall.
Her gaze turned to him, curiously, apparently quite ready for action despite her apparently very tired body. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 6, 2009 14:58:27 GMT -5
lock myself away, listen to me i'm not although i'm dressed up, out and all with Razor watched Emilee with cautious eyes. He needed to break her, but could think of atleast fifty places within his in own house that would work well. Smirking slightly, razor stalked towards Emilee, thinking of all the things that he could do to break her. But he had to see her limits.
Pushing her legs away with his knee, Razor placed either hand of Emilee's head. His breath touched her neck and he took in her scent. His knee was the only contact with her body, but his mind was stretching towards her mind. He could feel recoiling, and he left it at that. Pulling back slightly, Razor bared his fangs and turned Emilee's face away from his.
Brushing his lips against her neck, Razor made sure that his fangs hit her skin on more than one occassion. He had to see how well she could take being around a vampire. Some people just break once they see his fangs, but something about this one told him otherwise. "Tell me, what is your name?"
While a real vampire may have entrance in their venom, Razor always loved his poking and prodding of the mind. If he could get her name, he would make her forget it, only to bring it up again and again how stupid she was to forget her own name. That, and he will make her listen to slave, not her name. Slaves didn't have names, only pretty faces and useful bodies.
everything considered they forget my name, ame, ame;;they call me hell - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 6, 2009 20:35:19 GMT -5
Emilee looked up at him from beneath her curtain of dark hair as he came closer, licking her lips as she did when she was nervous. His knee came up and pushed her legs apart with his knee. His hands were then on either side of her head and his lips were against her neck. She couldn’t hold back the sound in her throat, the sound her vocal chords produced as his lips caressed her neck. When it escaped her lips, it came out as a long moan of pleasure. Heat pooled in her stomach, her legs shaking slightly.
She clenched her hands until her nails bit into her palms, her eyes closing tightly, lips hanging open slightly. He asked her of her name and she forced herself not to answer, though her mind wanted to respond, to tell him everything. She wanted to grab him and pull him to her, to pleasure him the way his presence alone was to her.
“Please, stop.” she whispered, wanting to push him away and regain her control but her hands were still bound. She licked her lips, trying to turn her head so their lips could meet. |
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Post by razorblade on May 7, 2009 19:09:40 GMT -5
i'm the kind to sit up in his room;;heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue i don't know what you've done to me;;but i know this much is true Razor smiled at hearing her moan. It was a pleasurable sound, while her body wasn't far from that as well. He could feel her mind racing, while he may not be able to control her mind, he could hear what she thinking. She had a fair amount of control over her mind.
Sliding his knee farter up between her legs, Razor heard her ask him to stop. He snickered to himself. "Love, I will never let a slave tell me what to do. There are some cases where I may consider it, this is not one of them."
Razor could smell her attraction, while she wanted to make their lips met. She wasn't going to enjoy her first experience, but on the other hand... She would make a very good breeder, and a sex toy, and if she was willing to have sex, then she would be worth more.
A plan filled Razor's mind, he knew what he was going to do with the human in front of him, but he had to get her home, and link his mind to hers. She might find that pleasant, but really depended on the person. Stepping back, Razor roughly grabbed Emilee and picked her up easily. Starting to walk to his manor through the back roads, Razor poked and prodded in her mind. "Love, if you don't give me your name, I will read it on your intestines."
i wanna do bad things with you - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Bad Things - Jace Everett Should be doing: nothing Notes: |
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Post by emilee on May 7, 2009 21:16:29 GMT -5
Emilee felt his knee slide farther up her leg and she moaned a little louder, now feeling her breath coming in harsh gasps. Her lower body pressed against him, trying to gain a little more contact between their bodies. He was causing her heart to pound even harder than before, to the point that she felt it might jump from her chest.
The logical part of her mind wanted him to stop, to allow her to have the control she usually had, to make him regret ever even touching her. However, the part of her mind that controlled her lust was in heaven, wanted him to pin her against the wall and take her right there. They were both battling for control, leaving Emilee at a loss of what to do. To let him do what he was doing now and bring her into oblivion or to fight him tooth and nail the whole way.
He suddenly scooped her up and was carrying her. Once again he asked for her name. What harm could it cause? Just her first name, it couldn't be that bad. "Emilee." She replied, looking up at him as he carried her. Her hands, still bound, came to rest on his chest. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 8, 2009 19:28:41 GMT -5
everywhere i hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy;;but what can a poor boy do Razor smiled when Emilee finally gave him her name. It was a beautiful name, while it did no justice to her beauty. Feeling her iron clad hands on his chest, Razor said nothing, her mind and moans had filled him in long ago.
Walking in the back door to his manor, Razor placed Emilee down. While he wasn't on the extremely careful side, he didn't drop her like he would a sack. Throwing his jacket off to the side, Razor ushered Emilee up the stair case, his mind working on how to break Emilee properly, and allow Alexis the feeling that she was still number one. Good thing she was hunting for a bit.
Coming to his room, Razor opened the door and welcomed Emilee in. Closing the door behind him, Razor looked at Emilee, hunger filling his eyes. It was unclear if it was lust, or just a hunger of energy. Most people would take it as a lust filled look. Pulling off his shirt, Razor wandered around his room, mind restless. He had hours to kill, and a slave to break. He was going to have a full night.
except sing in a rock n roll band cause in sleepy london town;; there's no place for a street fight man;;no - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Street Fighting Man - The Rolling Stones Should be doing: Hmk Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 8, 2009 22:12:44 GMT -5
Emilee felt him put her down and she regained her composure, running her hands the best she could down her front. She moved inside the house after him, shivering slightly when the cold air hit her bare shoulders. She then allowed him to usher her up the stairs and into a bedroom which she assumed was his.
Despite how the man made her feel, or how he made her heart race, she had to get out. She had to leave, and fast, before he was able to get her into bed. By the time her eyes had returned to him, his shirt was gone. Her eyes trailed down his body slowly, taking him in before moving to his eyes. In them was a hunger that frightened her, that made her feel like a gazelle facing a lion.
She shrunk away slightly, holding up her chained hands in a simple request that asked them to be unlocked without her saying a word. She did not allow herself to look at his face again, afraid of what she would find there. [/blockquote] |
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