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Post by Lucy on Oct 10, 2008 21:53:00 GMT -5
After the long hot shower that she had took only moments ago. The female sat on her bed with just a robe on not really in the mood of changing into her pajamas. Pale pink hair that was once lively and bouncy, now laid flat on her shoulders. Slow sighs escaped through her lips feeling completely bored as she crossed one leg over the other. How much longer did she had to be trapped in this house? Once again she had asked herself another rhetorical question. Lucy was already aware that the answer was forever, but...still.
Soulless pink eyes looked up at the small grandfather clock that happened to be in her room. It was already midnight and still could feel the hands of others along her body. "Maybe I should take another bath." The girl considered doing trying to get rid of the feeling that seemed to never go away.
Sometimes, Lucy felt like a bird in a cage. Trapped in a huge cage, but no way out. After a few moments, Lucy got up to change into her lavender colored pajamas which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Now she felt a little better though it wasn't enough. She honestly needed something more. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 10, 2008 22:20:43 GMT -5
"AHHHHHHHHH!!" A loud yell echoed in the halls of the bedrooms. Being in this house forever was driving him more crazy everyday. Taking out his knife from his jacket, Jester went wild on the hallways. From slashing the walls to breaking the mirrors with his left fist. All that maddness that was building up that day was unleash, trashing the halls with his rage. Driving his knife into a door, Jester fell to his knees. His whole body shaking from his blood pumping around his body like a river. It was clear to see even while wearing his black jacket.
Jester went on to slamming both his fist into the floor. The black leather gloves slowly ripping apart. His mask almost fell off his face, but as Jester slowly started to calm down, he fixed his mask. Looking at his gloves, Jester removed them, and threw them to the side. Another pair gone just like that. His knuckles bleeding from puching the floor and his left hand bleeding more from puching the mirrors. Taking deep breathes, Jester stood up, and took his knife off the door. "This place is driving me nuts."
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Post by Lucy on Oct 10, 2008 22:34:40 GMT -5
"AHHHHHHHHH!!"
Lucy jumped automatically out of her bed and onto her feet. Was it another slave being tortured? She had highly doubted that since things like that mostly happened in the basement. For a minute the girl just stood there making her way toward the closed door to her bedroom. Should she go check? She had a small fear of getting herself involved in something that had no business in. As soon as her hand started to reach for the knob, the sound of a knife piercing through the wood of her door frighten her.
"M-Maybe I shouldn't." A soft stutter escaped through her lips. Though then again, she wasn't the one to leave it alone. Slowly opening the door, Lucy saw the man that was there. The mask that he wore sent cold chills down her spine. For some reason she was already getting a bad feeling about him. "A-are you okay, sir?" Her voice was completely frighten and who could blame her? Seriously, a guy just stabbed her door with a knife - she's not going to walk around like it never happened. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 10, 2008 22:49:22 GMT -5
There was still some built up anger inside of him. Looking to the girl with the pink hair, there was grin under his mask as his eyes looked up and down on her body. His head was tilled to the side a bit as he looked at her. Such pretty hair and matching eyes she had. Having the front of his body blocking the door way, he looked right at her. "Ok? Am I ok? This place is driving me nuts. It's almost like having drugs being pumped into me for everyday I am stuck in this hell hole."
Jester started to laugh a bit in his twisted way. Today was one of those rare times when Jester to loses it and skips the friendly stuff. With a deep breath in, he took a smell of her body at the same time. With one quick movement, Jester's left hand found itself around her neck and, slowly pushes her back as Jester walked into her room. He then closed the door behind him while looking into her eyes. "Are you a Slave or a Master?"
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Post by Lucy on Oct 10, 2008 23:06:00 GMT -5
Fear rushed quickly in her eyes as she listened to him talking. She feared the man in front of her and honestly wanted to close the door on him. "I-I'm sorry." Lucy wanted to escape into the own comfort of her own room as she began to close the door slowly on him. Not even a half a second, hot hands were wrapped firmly around her neck just taking her steps back. She didn't like the sitituation that she was in right now and wanted it to end.
"Please stop this..." She whispered slowly diverting her eyes away from him. When his question rang through her ears, Lucy was almost tempted to lie to him, but feared of being punished. "I am a s-slave..." She spoke just avoiding to make eye contact with him at all. She didn't wanted to stare at the mask just fearing the man underneath it. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 10, 2008 23:19:21 GMT -5
"And I am a Master." His grip around his neck tighten and pulled her close to him. Having his mask only two inches away from her face. A Slave was a Slave no matter how you look at it. "What's wrong? It's rude for a Slave to not look at a MASTER!" He then pushed her to the bed. Looking at her and then walked to the edge of the bed. Cracking his neck a bit and took a deep breath in and out. The smell of her room rushed into his body.
"That reminds me..." Turning around, Jester took a few steps forword about a good six feet away from the bed. Turning around to face the girl, Jester took out his metal wire, and uncailed it. Jester let out his twisted laugh as he spun his wire around and around. "A Slave is nothing but a play thing for a Master!" His wire started to crack around her like a whip. Ripping his bed sheets and cracking the wire only inches away from her body.
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Post by Lucy on Oct 10, 2008 23:35:13 GMT -5
His grip tighten around her neck just gasping for the slightest breath of air. As soulless eyes stared back at him gently trying not to show the fear that she had only a few minutes ago. The girl was tried to rip his hands from her throat, but found it completely useless. She knew that what she had done was rude, but even for a little while the female wanted to live as long as she wanted to. Lucy could feel her bed right behind her and in moments she was thrown on top of it.
Her small figure curled upon her bed watching him as her body trembled. She was scared and as a slave, there was no one to save her from this position. Right now...at this very moment she was trapped in hell and she wasn't going to get out any time soon. Pale pink eyes gazed at the metal wire that uncailed slowly before her eyes. Was she going to be whipped? The wire spun above his head as he spoke to her in the same twisted voice that he had used before.
Instantly, the wire had cut through her bedsheets only a few inches away from her. "P-Please..." She begged softly as tears ran down her small face. Lucy wondered when it would end, though she could only pray for soon. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 10, 2008 23:46:55 GMT -5
After a few more whips around the girl's bed and near her body, he threw the wire to the side, and with one short dash Jester jumped and pinned the pick haired girl down to her bed. Jester was on all fours as he looked down at her. His head tilting to the side as he looked into her eyes. He could almost taste the fear that she had in her. Oh the feeling of someone being scared sends a chill down his spin.
"Do you understand what's the diffrents between fear and being scared? Being scared only last like a few minutes. But fear....... Oh fear last longer. Fear is something that you CAN'T wish away within a few minutes. Fear is not knowing what might happen next. Is your life going to be taken or not? Are you going to get hurt from this? So many things to know and FEAR!" Jester was on all fours and his bent his arms down a bit. He was now only inches away from her body.
"It's that very fear that you have of me that drives me like a drunk. I live off it, I breath it, I love it." With his left hand, Jester removed the lower half of his mask and placed it down on her bed. His lips and chin were in full view. "Tell me.... Why do you fear me? Isn't because I am a Master? Or isn't because I AM OUT OF MY MIND RIGHT NOW!"
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Post by Lucy on Oct 11, 2008 11:04:03 GMT -5
Her eyes were too watered to even stare at him properly; she struggled under the weight of his body trying to push him off of her. It was far too useless, but she needed to find a way to get him off. Watered eyes looked around for any type of thing that she could use just the knock him out. "Get off of me..." The low murmur escaped from the small lips.
Once she diverted her head from him completely shocked from his question. Why did she fear him? Lucy could really answer than herself, but she spoke whatever came out of her mouth. "I fear both..." Her voice had cracked between every word feeling the tears well up in the middle of her throat, "Most of all...I fear the mask that you wear..." Somehow it didn't make much sense once the words were spoken. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 11, 2008 11:20:36 GMT -5
Fearing his mask? That was a new one to him. After all most people feared how he acted around him and other things. But the mask was truly a new one. "Mask? This isn't a mask my dear, it's my face." Moving his upper body up, Jester was on sitting atop of the girl on her stomach. The lower mask part still in his left hand. Looking up, he put the other half of his mask back on. Looking down, his right hand was shacking. It just came to him that he wasn't wearing his leather gloves.
He then looked back at the girl, his right hand reaching down at his pink hair. Having a hand full and slowly letting it flow off his hand. Such a soft feeling, he even rubbed his hand on her cheeck. It felt smooth to the touch. After all, he rarly takes his gloves off and rarly feels other peoples' skin. "Tell me... Do you have a Master?"
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Post by Lucy on Oct 11, 2008 12:07:28 GMT -5
She flinched at every touch he made wishing that he would stop. Lucy knew, of course, that he wouldn't and soon have his way with her. Unable to understand what he meant by it was his face, the girl could only show the same terror that whipped so clearly in her eyes. She wanted to skip over his question about the master. Truly, she didn't have one, but she didn't want this wicked man as hers either.
"Y-Yes..." The lie feebly escaped from her mouth as she tried to sit up. Lucy hoped that he would buy it, but if he didn't then what would happen to her? She was completely scared because she didn't feel all too convincing at all. Lucy wanted to move away from him, "My master will be furious to know another man's filthy hands were touching his woman. She looked up at Jester showing a little strength in her eyes.
Lucy had her moments when she had to be - or at least act - strong for herself. She wanted to ward this man away from her; the girl perfered being a caged bird than being owned by a wicked man like him. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 12, 2008 13:45:31 GMT -5
Jester could tell that she was lying. After all, Jester did that all the time when meeting new people. With a twisted smile under his mask, Jester's right hand came up, and then down on her face. Slapping her with great force. He liked the lie to others but when they lie to him, I hated that the most out of all things. Besides someone taking his mask away from him. With his head tilted to the right he just looked down on her.
"Why do you lie? Is it because you want me to leave you alone?" Jester then looked at his right hand, it was red from slapping the girl's face. He could feel that it was hot and recalled the feeling of the slap. He did only take his gloves off during his bath time. Looking back at the girl, both his hands were on her shoulder. Pushing down on them and he looeked at her face. "I think I can make room for my family for one more."
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Post by Lucy on Oct 12, 2008 14:27:57 GMT -5
Her cheek burned and touching she could feel a tingling sensation. Pink eyes looked up at Jester just biting down her lip. This was going to be the end of her and at the moment, running out the gate didn't seem all too bad now. Lucy clung tightly to the torn bed sheets not wanting to look directly at his face any longer. How long would this fear that he imprinted on her last? She was sure, but the moment felt like forever and ever. It was for now, going to last an eternity.
"I'm sorry that I lied, Master." The words were dead and eyes were soulless, "Please forgive me." She spoke as she looked at him. Lucy figured that the only thing that she could do was to just give up. He wasn't going to leave her alone; he was going to have his fun and maybe once he was done then he'll just toss her to the side. Just like all the other masters before him. A sigh escaped her small full lips just at the thought of her previous masters. |
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Post by Jester on Oct 12, 2008 23:18:22 GMT -5
Taking in a few deep breathes in and out of his body, Jester easied up on the girl, and got off. He started to calm down as he felt all his built up anger was almost gone. Looking back at the girl, he took out his knife, and held it in his right hand. Grabbing a fist full of her pink hair, Jester took his knife, and went on to cutting a small bit for himself. Putting his knife aside, he looked at the fist full of pink hair he had in his hand. Rubbing the hair on his mask, he could almost smell it.
With a sigh, Jester tossed the hair over his shoulders, and walked over to where he threw his metal wire. Picking it up and putting it away, Jester looked back at the girl with his head tilting to the side. "I'll be in touch..." With that, Jester went off, and out the door. Oh joy he found a good one. But then again, he was picky about who he picked.
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