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Post by emilee on May 28, 2009 15:17:58 GMT -5
Emilee felt dried tears on her face as she tried to keep from starting to cry again. She felt more than saw Razor move away from her, causing her to cringe at the new cold she felt now that he body was gone. She closed her eyes, trying to think, trying to remember to breathe. Her entire body hurt, and her pelvis felt like it had been torn in half. His words caused her to growl. He may have broken her body but not her spirit. "Fuck you." She growled, her voice hoarse from the screams that had died long ago.
She heard the shower turn on as her eyes opened and looked down her body. She could see bruises all over her, and blood, that was enough. She forced her eyes away and closed them once more, breathing hard against the pain. She heard him reemerge from the bathroom and heard fabric rustling, assuming he was dressing. Then she was lifted only moments later, jarring her sore body, and slowly moved to the couch. She looked down, seeing the creamy skin on her thighs tainted with bruises where had quite literally pried her legs apart, coupled with blood that was most likely going to stain for a few days.
She looked anywhere but his eyes, rolling onto her side to try and get a little more comfortable, but it caused her lower body to shift and she meeped in pain. New tears came to her eyes, and she forced them back, burying her face against the arm of the sofa. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 28, 2009 17:50:42 GMT -5
you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? you wanna hear about the deal i'm making? Razor rested his hand on her shoulder, an oddly gentle contrast to their previous activities. Grabbing the collar that was tossed beside the couch, he snapped it around her neck. While she unable to react and snap on him. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Pulling a blanket over her naked body, Razor just begun to break her.
Coming back few minutes later, Razor held in his hand a large bowl of fruit. Something his other slave and staff enjoyed and needed. Sitting beside the couch, by Emilee's head. Holding the bowl in his lap, Razor watched Emilee, wondering what happened that made her turn to/forced into slavery. It was a shame, but human always did make the best blood banks.
you be running up that hill - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Running Up That Hill - Placebo Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Sorry it's short! |
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Post by emilee on May 28, 2009 21:25:35 GMT -5
Emilee had settled down so she could rest, to regain her energy before she could begin to fight back. She had closed her eyes to relax, to put her sleep where she wouldn't feel the pain pulsing through her lower body. She felt his hand gently touch her shoulder and she automatically cringed away from him, growling low in her throat as nothing short of a warning. Rather animalistic, but it worked.
She felt him stand and move away after a moment before he resumed sitting beside her on the couch. Something slid around her throat and it took her groggy mind a moment to comprehend that it was that collar. She yanked back hard, but he had already slid it around her neck and latched it. She opened her eyes and glared at him for a long moment, rolling away from him to show her rather obvious hatred. She felt a blanket being tugged over her shoulders and, despite the rather childlike manner of the action, she threw it off, simply because it smelled like him.
He returned with something, sitting back beside her on the couch. "Get the fuck away from me." She growled before getting up and, ignoring the pain in her lower body, slid off the couch away from him. Wincing with each step, she moved across the room and grabbed her clothes from where they had fallen, and walked towards his bed. In an act of disrespect and defiance, she grabbed the comforter and wiped the semen and sperm off the inside of her thigh. She then threw it back onto the bed and pulled on her underwear and jeans.
She grabbed her corset, pulling it on and quickly doing up the clasps before going to sit on the floor in the corner of the room. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 29, 2009 14:08:16 GMT -5
they only want you when you're seventeen when you're twenty-one you're no fun Razor gave a short laugh as she say how childish Emilee acted. Growling, pulling away from him, throwing the blanket. It shocked that even after such long, and at times violent, sexual activity that she had the ability to fight him. She would be in pain for soem time, perhaphs she didn't learn her lesson. Slaves earn clothing, well human slaves do anyhow.
Walking over to her, the fruit bowl left behind. Stooping down infront of Emille, ignoring her reaction to him. She would react that way until she got used that she was no longer in control. Clothing was part of the control she had. Razor set to end that control she thought she had. Grabbing her hands once more, Razor started to pull at her cloting, cussing her for not being good enough, saying she would have do better.
they take a polariod and let you go - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Seventeen - Ladytron Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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