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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 2, 2008 17:10:43 GMT -5
Jasmine was walking by the huge house when she saw it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It called to her, like sun on a cloudy day. She peered through the gates at the rose. It was so fresh, so beautiful. It represented all she knew of life. The purity and beauty of kindness. She wanted so much to pick it and take it home with her. She knew her mother would love it to.
She knew it wasn't polite to pick peoples flowers without permission, so she skipped through the open gates to the front door without a second thought. In a house that big, somebody had to be home. She was at the front door quickly and she knocked three times in quick succession. She folded her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly at the door, waiting for it to open.
She had always been curious about this house. It was so big and mysterious. She was elated to be at the front door. She wondered what was inside. Maybe whoever answered the door would invite her in for a drink or a cookie. She was so excited. This was proving to be a very good day.
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 0:43:41 GMT -5
The inside of the house was pretty dark and Jester looked out the secend floor window. with his dark clothes, it would be hard to see Jester. The only thing a person would be able to see is his white mask like it was flooting. But then he spotted a new pray to fall for the house and she looked young. Behind his mask he licked his up lips. Fresh meat like some people would say. Well then, it was time to welcome a new prey to the home.
Hearing the knocks on the first door, Jester made his way down, and fited his jacket so it wouldn't look all messie. He wanted to look like he worked at the house. Clearing his throat, Jester opened the door and bowed his head alittle. "Welcome. How may I help you today?" Lifting his head up, his white mask was still on has he welcomed her.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 4, 2008 1:23:36 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled as the man opened the door to greet her. She was a little surprised to see him wearing a mask. Was there a dress up party? Wouldn't that be fun! But he looked like he worked at the house. She wondered if he was just helping but he still had to dress up? She would love that job, to dress up for parties. It would be so much fun!
"Hello! I was walking past and I saw your pretty roses. I was wondering if I could pick one for my Mummy please?" Her voice was high like chiming bells as she made her request. It was dark in the house behind him and her high hopes fell a little. She had so wanted to see inside.
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 1:30:16 GMT -5
"Oh the roses. Well come on in and I'll pick some fresh ones what we have in the home. Please come on in." Now the roses in the house was pretty much a lie. But he hide this fact of a lie well enough. Jester stepped aside for her to come in and when she did he would close the door behind her. Hitting the lights to come on for her to see. "Please sit down on the bench." He lowered his head a bit as he picked at the bench where she could sit.
Turning around, Jester undid his black jecket to show that he had a white button shirt. When ever the girl sat down, Jester made his move. Jester just couldn't help himself and started to laugh out of joy. A hook line and sinker. Turning around, he threw his knife that he has at the girl. The knife got stuck on the bench only inches away from the girl's body. "I couldn't believe it was that easy!"
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 4, 2008 1:37:12 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled. She was going to see inside the house! It was more than she could have hoped for! And there were more pretty roses inside. She beamed at him as she walked past him into the house. She was excited as he turned on the lights. There were benches and- and-
She sat down where he motioned and waited patiently and eagerly for the roses he had promised. When he laughed, she just smiled. It was nice that he was happy. She liked happy people. She liked that she had made him happy. She jumped as the knife slammed into the bench next to her. She looked from the blade to him, confused. Why was he throwing knives at her? And what did he mean 'that easy'? She raised her delicate eyebrows. "Please, you shouldn't play with knives, you could hurt someone..." Her voice was quiet in her reprimand.
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 1:46:54 GMT -5
"You don't understand do you? Once you enter this house you.... can.... never... LEAVE!" Jester walked up to the girl and grabbed his knife off the bench. "All that little happy feelings is all gone. Even you won't be able to see your little 'mummy' ever again." With his knife in his right hand, he had the blade of the knife resting on her ever so soft cheek. "You can leave if you want. But you'll just die."
Jester started to laugh again in his own twisted way. His heart and blood raced all around his body. Still having his knife on her cheek, he leaned in, and had his white mask touching her forehead. "There are two kinds of people in this house. Masters and the Slaves. Now then I am a Master and you... Well your just a slave of mine now." Behind his mask Jester just grinned. Truly a fresh meat ready to go.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 4, 2008 1:55:05 GMT -5
Jasmine didn't like this. He was scaring her. Why wasn't he being nice. Everyone was always nice to her. Even Jake, at school had been nice on the inside. Maybe this man was just like him. Maybe he was nice on the inside and he was just afraid to show it.
Strangely though, she believed him when he said she could never leave. Something about the way he twisted his words. She would never see her Mummy again? But her Mummy and Daddy needed her. They needed to tell her how spoilt and lucky she was to have such good friends and a happy family!
Her heartbeat increased slightly as he put the knife to her cheek, but she didn't wince, or flinch away. She wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid. She brought her eyes up to meet his. "I get it, it's a game. You bully people so you feel better. That's not very nice Mister." She was trying to sound understanding and polite at the same time. She did a pretty good job as well. He wouldn't use the knife to hurt her. Nobody could do that.
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 2:09:35 GMT -5
Removing the blade off her cheek, Jester had it spinning between his fingers. What a out look of life this one had. Stopping and holding it upside down in his right hand, Jester used his left hand to grip around her neck. His grip around her neck tighten a little but. Just enough so that she could breath. "Bully people? I guess you can call it that. But is it wrong to feel good? To me this feels like I am in freaking Eden!" Leaning back so that he was standing up right but still having his hand around her neck.
He slowly pulled the girl up from the bench. If she didn't follow, it would only get worse for her as his grip will get much more tight around her neck. She was young and full of life. A fun toy to break. After all he loved the new ones like her. "I don't like being nice. All nice have done for me is having a boring freaking life. This is more fun!" He would then push her backwords to a wall behind her while stilling holding the grip around her neck. "LET ME SEE THOSE EYES FULL OF FEAR!"
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 4, 2008 2:15:05 GMT -5
His hand around her neck stopped her snappy retort. Well, she wished it had. She had never been one for quick come-backs. She stood as he pulled her up. She stumbled back against the wall as he pushed her. He wanted her eyes full of fear? She wasn't afraid of him. He would never hurt anyone because he was nice inside. He just needed her to crumble his cold mask (the metaphorical one of course).
Her neck hurt as he held it. His grip wasn't tight, she just didn't like it. It was uncomfortable. "I'm not afraid of bullies." Her eyes were soft, not afrad. She still thought it was just his game. To hurt and scare people. She didn't like it, but she could help him change if only he'd let go of her neck...
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 2:29:21 GMT -5
"I had other telling me that. Oh you poor soul and other crap like that." He started to remember all the people that tried to change his ways and called him a poor soul. He hated people like him. With each one of them he broke them and kicked them out of the house. "You don't think that I'll truly hurt you do you." Holding the knife upright, he lowered it to where her legs were. Having the tip of the blade touching her outter thighs. He rubbed the tip of his knife up and down on her thigh.
Then with one quick movement of his wrist, Jester would cut her outter thigh with his knife. Nothing to deep but enough so that she would get the picture about things like what was going to happen. People like her..... He just hated them. They all think that people have a good heart.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 4, 2008 18:12:17 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled a tiny smile. "I don't think you are a poor soul...." She trailed off. She thought he was a person who had become cold in his view on other people around him. She didn't think he understood how to be nice. But being nice was easy. It was being bad that was hard, and that seemed to be what e liked best.
The knife cutting into her skin hurt. She didn't like it. It wasn't deep and it wasn't likely to leave a scar, but it hurt. She hadn't thought he would hurt her but now she was doubting that. Her smile faded. "That wasn't nice..."
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Post by Jester on Oct 4, 2008 22:17:01 GMT -5
Hearing her 'That wasn't nice' crap bugged him so much. Pulling her towreds him a little and then pushed her to the wall while letting go of her neck. Looking at his knife, he then wiped the blade on his pants to clean it. "I don't really care if it was nice or not. Then again that cut will heal up quickly." Putting his knife away he looked back at the girl. Under his masked he just grined at her as he looked up and down on her body.
"Tell me little one, how old are you?" Jester stood there infront of her waiting to her hear. He did wonder how old she ways, she looked young but hoped that she wasn't to young. After all, he was getting bored of this quickly and needed something to pass the time until he could find away out of this hell hole.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 5, 2008 1:37:17 GMT -5
Jasmine felt like a rag doll as he pulled her forward and pushed her back again. It wasn't fun. His game was going too far. She was afraid, but she wasn't going to let it show. One thing she had learnt is to never give the bully what he wants unless it will stop him being a bully. Somehow, she didn't think seeing her afraid would stop him from being mean.
She did answer him though, her voice strong and unwavering. "I'm fifteen." She fixed her brave stare to the only part of his face she could see. That is, his eyes. She wondered again why he wore a mask, though not so light-heartedly this time.
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Post by Jester on Oct 5, 2008 1:48:00 GMT -5
Jester learned in close to her, enough so that she could hear him breathing. "Fifteen you say?" To him that was good enough of a age for anyone. Young and pure, oh what a find he cought. His hands were on her shoulders. Slowly his right hand went down her arm and on to her side. Jester just laughed a bit. He couldn't really feel her skin or anything besides the leather glvoe he wore.
His right hand went up and down on her side slowly. "Tell me, a pretty thing like yourself must have a boyfriend right?" He was getting little over his head alittle. He needed to know some things about the girl before anything else. It was unlike him but whatever, why not give this asking thing a try.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Oct 5, 2008 1:54:15 GMT -5
Jasmine's heartbest increaded again as he leaned in close enough for her to hear his breath. She wanted to close her eyes and cringe away, but she didn't. She didn't like it when his hand moved down her arm to her side, or when he moved it up and down like he did. It made her skin crawl.
She swallowed before she answered him. She didn't know who he was, or what the hell he thought he was doing, but she was still her. She would always be polite and sweet and NICE. "No, my Daddy says I'm too young to have a boyfriend." She had to work to smile, but she managed to force her lips to turn up at the edges. It was hard when all she wanted to do was go home and away from him.
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