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Post by Jester on Nov 5, 2008 8:52:00 GMT -5
He could tell that the knife made it's mark on her body. Just watching her fall brought so enjoy out of this day. After the knife made it's hit, he would pull it back, and have it spining to the side of him for the next strike. But instead the little girl threw a knife at him. With that wound on her leg, he could tell that the throw was pretty lame and weak. Using the other end of the wire, he whiped the knife that was thrown to the side.
"What was that? Are you trying to hurt a Master? BAD LITTLE BITCH!" Jester didn't really like the idea of a Slave trying to fight back like she did. If it was only like pushing, he didn't mind, but when someone throws a knife, that pushed more than one button. He then launched the knife once again and aimed for one of her arm. The main area he was aiming for was her elbow area.
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Post by Chereé on Nov 5, 2008 17:25:24 GMT -5
"It is only instinct, to fight back, monsieur bastard, don't expect me not to end the fight you have started!" she shouted, her mind racing. What was it that he wanted? He seemed to just get more and more pissed when she fought back, which was only a given to her. How could she stop this from going on forever? As she tried to think it through the whipped knife came at her, and after a moment of hesitation---about to leap out of the way---she stopped herself and let herself get wounded.
She dramatically leaned her back roughly against the counter, making that sighing-sound that men seemed to so like as she did. "Oh, monsieur!" she gasped in a heart broke voice, letting her ruby eyes get all teared up and watery. Behind her she slowly snaked her other arm, on the side concealed to him, towards the knives. She gripped on and silently held it loosely behind her back, as to not keep the muscles too tense, least he suspect.
"Monsieur you have hurt me!" she cried, letting a fake tear slip down her cheek. True, it hurt like hell, but she wasn't about to let her perfect completion crumble due to gridded teeth. The knife had slashed from her wrist to her elbow on the inside of her arm, looking like a major emo cut for the death. It had cut a vein, and blood coated her arm because of it. "Why, monsieur? Why would you truly hurt Chereé when she only wanted to please you, to make it fun for you?"
She gave a wailing cry and sank down to her bottom so that she sat on the hilt of the hidden knife, burying her face in her hands as she wept real fake tears of betrayal---although whether she was pretending to feel betrayed, or she was the betrayer, one, from the outside, could not be sure.
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Post by Jester on Nov 5, 2008 17:46:23 GMT -5
What was he... New to this thing? He knew when a person was faking. She's good at it but he can see right pass her. Pulling his knife wire back and had it spinning to his right, Jester just stood there and watched the rest of her act. If he was some other kind of person maybe her little act would fool him but he knew how to act all sweet and nice. When she was done, he wrapped his knife wire around his right forearm and started to clap.
"My my... What a nice little show you put on. But to bad I'm not so Master that would believe in such a thing. After all, I like giving others pain. It's just fun watching their eyes lit up with fear and pain." Behind his mask, Jester's eyes were wide from joy of thinking of all those he has hurt and even killed. His smile was wide with his teeth showing. But his mask blocked the view.
Jester's body almost shivered from the thought of what he could do to her. This so called Chereé... So many ways to fill her eyes with pain and fear. Unwrapping his knife wire from his forearm and had it spinning around with high speed. Jester started to walk forword and was about to use his knife wire like a saw. Leaving cuts and slashes all over her body. This was only the start.
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Post by Chereé on Nov 5, 2008 18:55:19 GMT -5
Her face snapped up from her act and quickly turned to hatred and fury. "Allez en enfer!" she hissed, and then pulled the knife out and instantly threw it like a dagger with intentions to stab his groin but instead it veered and stuck him in the thigh beside it.
Knowing that just sitting there was stupid, as soon as the knife left her hand she spun around and flung open a cabinet, flinging her small self inside and holding the door shut behind her. She didn't know what to do once she got in there, though; it was in the corner and the cabinets down one row were linked to it anyway. Desperately she tried to bury herself in pots and pans, holding onto the cabinet door for dear life. She quietly cursed under her breath, grinding her teeth again and glaring at him through the wood.
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