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Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

She was trapped, both in this place and in her own feeble lie. There was a brief moment when she considered fighting to keep the corpse of a cover story alive for a little longer, but it passed swiftly - she was caught. Grimacing again, the girl's fingers curled against her palms, knuckles fading white for a moment before they loosened again. Lying had not been difficult back home, she could almost make her father believe her most of the time, but here it was different. It was not so easy to lie when you life possibly hung upon its success, when you were trapped in a strange room in an unknown fortress with a shadow taunting and teasing you. Taunting, teasing and attempting to blackmail her. The Princess had caught the hint, and had a fair idea of just what the apparition wanted her to do - after all she had hardly been subtle about it earlier. If the witch was as observant as the ghost said she was however then Eleanor imagined that her ruse would fall through rather quickly regardless of whether the shadow revealed her or not. Regardless, even if she thought she would benefit from making such an agreement, the girl was not eager to expose herself so openly and in such a humiliating manner. No. The word was stated with a surprising amount of firmness behind it, No, I don't want to relax. I want to be free of this place, I want to be home. Besides, how could she relax given her current situation, it was untenable! With that said, the teen crossed back toward the door and grasped the handle only to halt in this position, hesitating. What lurked within the corridors outside? Drawing in a steadying breath, Eleanor tugged and pulled the door open just wide enough that she could peer out through the gap.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

The shadow nearly cursed its luck. This girl was far, far too innocent and stubborn. Which meant no fun for the shadow. It supposed that things would be all that much more enjoyable when this girl and the sorceress finally copulated, but the shadow wasn't even sure that it would be allowed to witness such a glorious event. Evil flesh eating beings exist outside that door! called the shadow. It drifted over to hover near the girl again, knowing that it had to keep close, both for orders and for its own curiosity. You're not going to be heading home anytime soon, so you might as well stop day-dreaming about--oh shoot. The last came out as the shadow beheld what was on the other side of the gap a strange looking creature. It was large, with chitinous skin, the black of it reflecting the light. The creature's face looked somewhat gruesome, with a strange dashing of cute thrown in. Bulbous eyes looked out from a too round face, especially wide and a strange, swirling lavender color. The shadow bothering you? it asked, its voice evidently feminine. It shifted and looked around. It stupid, blink, then pull back, mistress ready. Follow me to her. That's the flesh-eating thing! insisted the shadow, sliding across Eleanor's skin. Don't believe it!
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

Eleanor halted abruptly at the shadow's warning, not even having a moment to be able to actually even look out into the hallway as her gaze swiftly snapped round to fix on the apparition as it floated toward her. Normally she would have ignored the warning and stubbornly marched out of the room without a backward glance, but this was not a normal situation and the notion of the flesh-eating demon already mentioned held the girl still. With her concentration drawn from the door, the teen had expanding the gap somewhat, and so when she turned back to see just what had cut the shadow short her gaze fell upon the strange creature instantly. Had the girl not had a rather firm grasp on her emotions at that current moment in time she may well have screamed, but as it was naught but a gasp escaped her as fingers relinquished their grasp upon the handle and she stumbled backward, away from the door. That dull throbbing against her temple had returned again, Eli's balance wavered slightly as she stumbled awkwardly to place some distance between herself and the newest creature. Swiftly she steadied herself, grasping a nearby piece of furniture to ensure that she remained upright, all the while staring at the-...well what was it? Eleanor had not ever, in her short life, seen such a creature and she certainly had no desire to see another. The instruction that 'mistress' - who she assumed was the woman she had met previous - was ready received a mute stare in response, and not a fraction of movement that suggested anything close to following. Not only did she have no wish to see this sorceress, nor discover what it was that she had planned for her, but she had no intentions of following a-...again the teen fumbled for a word that would adequately describe it. None came. As if she needed any more reason to stay right where she was, the shadow drifted close, slithering against her skin once more that spawned a shudder which swept down the entire length of the girl's spine, a faint catch in her breath in response. It was the words of accusation, however, that cemented the girl's resolve, even while shying away from the cool dragging sensation that fluttered against her skin. She was going no where.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

The two servants sighed. This would be much, much easier if their mistress had given them more leeway. True, both didn't usually mind reining in their darker desires, and serving a mistress who didn't take out her frustrations by killing or abusing her servants was always a plus, but at moments like this, when utilizing some decidedly more evil actions would make things easier, they almost wished they could be more... well, evil. The shadow had less qualms than the others, and slithered across the girl, running along Eleanor's back. If need be, the shadow could meld in with the girl's shadow and control her through that, forcing her movements and walking her. It was even preparing to do it, save that the other creature had stepped forward. As this creature had more rank, technically, than the shadow, it had to wait and see. You come, it said, nodding its round head, which, for some reason, seemed to be attached on an overlong neck. The creature was clearly some monstrous chimera combined parts of various monsters and creatures and demons making up its form. She shifted again, and her eyes landed upon the girl. Come by self, or else shadow move you. I promise not to enjoy it too much, rasped the shadow, sliding along the woman's form. Like this, it could even do what it wanted so desperately, though it knew this girl was saved for their mistress. They needed to get her there sooner rather than later, so as not to risk the sorceress's displeasure. You don't want our mistress to be angry with you, now do you? insisted the shadow, forcing a step. Just come along and quit resisting. It's futile anyway.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

Several more tremors ran through the girl as the shadow persisted in trailing itself against her skin as if cool air was being blown against her flesh, making it shiver and crawl. She jerked away, but not too far for now the other creature had stepped forward, effectively trapping her between the two of them. Eleanor had been ready to refuse once more, this time in a far more vocal perhaps even physical manner, but the chimera's words stole them from her lips before she even had a chance to speak a word of her own. The shadow would move her? The girl's mind raced, struggling to keep up with the ever changing circumstances, even as she felt the cold presence of darkness stretching itself out across her back like a blanket. She shivered violently, a movement that shook her whole body as the shadow's voice continued to hiss, now seeming to whisper right at her ear. Then it began, the slow creeping cold began to seep into her very skin, into flesh and muscle and bone, drawing a shuddering breath from the girl. Without any input from herself, against her will, a bare foot raised off the ground and stepped forward, driving her toward the creature and the door. For the second time in so many hours, her body was not her own and this, more than anything else, panicked Eli. Stop it! I'll come, I'll follow.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

I don't know if I want to give you up just yet, hissed the shadow. Yet the other creature moved threateningly, and the shadow retreated, lingering just at the edge of Eleanor's own personal darkness. The creature motioned for the girl to follow, and began walking on her own. The shuffling footfalls sounded almost reptilian, sliding against the stone in ragged motions. The creature knew the place well, and headed directly for where the mistress would be waiting. The idea was to prepare the spell and take the flesh while she could. Thus, Ruby had prepared a room for the combination of the two. A bed hovered in the air several feet above the ground. A symbol had been carved into the floor, one that would serve to direct the energy and the spell into the castle. The sorceress herself wore a robe that matched Eleanor's own, except hers was black, showcasing the womanly curves that lay beneath. The creature would stop several feet from the room, gesturing for Eleanor to walk inside. The moment the girl did, she would feel something slithering over her skin. It was partially the cutting off of the lecherous shadow that had attached itself to her. It was partially a sealing spell, preventing the girl from running. For what happened now would likely make the rest of what happened seem like nothing. My apologies for making you endure my servants, said Ruby, turning to smile. Her eyes took in the woman and she nodded. Yes, you'll certainly do, do quite well. I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. Though, her smile had a hint of sorrow, a touch of cruelty, I can't say the same for you. You'll just have to endure some more, I'm afraid.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

She twisted as the hold on her suddenly relinquished, though the chill that had fallen over her seemed to linger for some time after, flexing muscles and extending limbs to ensure that she did indeed have full control once more. A wary glance was cast toward the shadow that lingered nearby before she turned her attention to the chimera, reluctantly following after as she was led out of the room and through the crumbling fortress. Eleanor kept her distance, trailing a good few steps behind her guide while casting furtive glances back toward the shadow and about her surroundings. With almost every third step, her fingers and toes flexed, trying to work some warmth into body through movement that the drafty stone building could not provide. Each doorway was given a particularly curious look, the Princess trying to formulate some sort of escape plan for the when the opportunity presented itself. The walk was not all that long and soon enough she was being ushered toward a door left slightly open, the gap too thin to provide any real view of what lay beyond. Sparing both the creature and the shadow a final wary glance, the girl stepped forward and, pushing the door wider, inched her way into the room. She paused just within, those deep green eyes skittering about the room uneasily, attempting to locate the stranger that had abducted her. Her eyes alighted upon the dark skinned woman the moment she felt her skin crawl, perhaps the witch was even the cause of such a sensation, the girl could not be sure. A creeping feeling spread across her flesh, as if a second skin stretched out over her own - beginning from the top of her head, extending down and out until it sealed about her fingers and toes. Whatever the sensations purpose, Eli did not trust it, just as she did not trust the woman that was now speaking to her, apologising of all things. Once the biggest threat had been located, the Princess had a brief moment to take in the rest of the room, more importantly the bed and the symbol below. The moisture in her mouth seemed to evaporate in an instant as her agile mind made quick work of reconstructing phrases she had previously heard, all hinting toward just what was about to happen. I require a girl of your... caliber for various dealings.. ..the mistress will summon you forth for her pleasure... Such comments, along with the presence of the bed, the revealing outfits - even a fool could see where this was leading. It was her body that reacted, mind still reeling from from the revelation. A small awkward step backward, that was all.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

I take it you're just discovering what my purpose in bringing you here is, exactly, said the sorceress. She'd noticed the step back, and sounded quite amused by the whole thing. The spell would force the girl in place, and the terror really did make her seem more beautiful. Strange though, there was something in the way the woman was built, that skin and her movements, it didn't seem to quite match up. This should be a peasant girl, someone who wouldn't be missed. No matter. Ruby took several steps toward the girl, quickly closing the distance between them. This is going to happen, she informed her captive. For I require your juices in order to prepare the necessary spell. That is all you need to know. Besides, perhaps, that you can't escape and that attempting so would be quite foolish. The sorceress was standing just before her captive now, those eyes scanning the body and taking it in. A hand rose to just touch the girl, to test. If need be, Ruby knew she could immobilize the girl with a spell. A quick word, and Eleanor would be bound to the bed, bared and ready for the woman who held her now. However, again, the witch was attempting to seduce, to talk and convince instead of force. A gentle touch did much more than a strong shove. If she knew how, she might even have layered the comment with suggestion. Come now, she said, come to the bed and I'll show you the pleasures of being a woman. You will fuel my spell. It shall be done. No argument. Finality. This would happen. Period.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

A step, but no movement. The awkward stumble had provided no distance, nor brought her against any resistance, she was just still, held in place. Eleanor mocked her own surprise at such a situation, of course she could not run, of course this woman would not let her escape. Spells and incantations, magic. She had grown up on tales of wicked witches, vile individuals that lured children away into crooked shacks and haunted forests. Those had been fairy tales, stories intended to scare little girls and boys into behaving themselves, and yet here stood the very epitome of such myths. With no means to move backward and certainly not about to move closer to the woman, the girl remained still as her captor closed the gap between them, pausing to stand right in front of her. The woman's hungry gaze, the transparency of the cloth that hung about her body - both left her feeling exposed, laid bare without anywhere to hide. Eleanor swallowed painfully, throat equally as dry now that she found herself face to face with her captor, staring up into the woman's eyes, searching. She flinched, not even at the touch but at the extension of the hand, but there was no where to go. Warm skin lay against her, the thin material of her robe providing little to separate the darker tone with her own pale flesh. The touch wasn't unpleasant, but it was unwanted, and the Princess shied away from it - though where really did she have to go. Soft words were whispered, beckoning her to give in, to comply with the witch's wishes, to accept that her situation was helpless. There was no escape. Eleanor's fingers flexed and she draw in a sharp breath, forest green eyes darting toward the bed and then back again, seeming to snap out of her horror-filled silence. Her actions were swift if she could not run then she would fight. A hand shot out to aim a firm push at the woman's shoulder while another lashed out to swat the hand that lay against her. Don't touch me! She hissed, all pretence gone.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

For a moment, Ruby thought this might be simple. The girl didn't seem to be running or making a break for it, though, that was just as likely because the spell wouldn't prevent a complete escape. Then, the girl moved, moved quite quickly, catching the witch by surprise. The pushes and lashings caught the woman, and she stumbled backward, nearly tripping on the bottom of the robe. Perhaps I should have made myself clearer, said the witch. She snarled words, and chains formed out of the darkness. They worked their way around the girl, snagging her and dragging her toward the bed. The magicks drew her there, then locked her in place, preventing most movement, beyond the basic squirming. However, said spell also left the witch spinning. The woman took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This was taking far, far more magic than she'd expected. Perhaps she should have spent more time searching until she found a more willing captive. You're quite beautiful, said the witch. She reached up to toss aside her violet hair, her chest already heaving from the magicks being utilized. Quite willful as well, filled with life and energy. That will be quite splendid for the spell. The witch took more breaths, reaching up to adjust her hair. She slunk toward the floating bed. Leaning over, she looked across the bed to the woman bound there, the beautiful woman, who knew how to fight... and had muscles. Shit, this was obviously someone of some worth. No matter she was here, she was beautiful, and now Ruby truly wanted to climb atop this woman and enjoy herself.
Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

Eleanor felt a surge of victory, a flutter of confidence as she sent the woman stumbling. This gave her room to move, space to make a break for it and put some space between them. She got only so far, a handful of steps, enough to put her out of the witch's reach but not far enough to escape the chains, she didn't even seem them coming. Something caught hold of her leg, winding about her ankle and dragging her back, throwing the girl off balance. She tumbled to the ground, fingers clawing at the binding, kicking and struggling as she was wound toward the bed, dragged across the cold floor. A second later something lashed around her wrists, first one and then the other, dragging them apart and away from her leg, while still more chains entwined themselves about her struggling form. Soon enough she could only wriggle and squirm as she was bundled toward the bed and then upon it. The chains shifted, seeming to move as if one fluid line as they rearranged themselves, curling about each wrist and ankle and pulling them taunt. Eleanor released a frustrated cry as she find that nearly all movement was impossible, though she continued to strain and squirm against her bindings. Finally, chest rising and falling with the exertion of it all, the girl's gaze finally sought out the witch once more, glaring at her accusingly. The woman's own heavy breathing was not lost upon the girl, brow twitching a touch in thought before that information was stored away for later use. As her captor drew closer toward the bed, towering over the prone girl, Eli clenched her jaw, shying away from her captor as much - or as minimally - as her bindings allowed. Muscles strained against the chains, flexing beneath the pale flesh, while eyes blazed with indignation.
Thread: A bit of dogged deception

The house sat empty this Wednesday afternoon of people. Sitting quietly upstairs was a large black dog. It looked like a typical large dog. Paws, ears, body, tail, its body was sizeable enough to be considered a bit large, large to the point where its breed couldn't be identified. It didn't have particular characteristics, it just looked as a dog would look to someone who was remembering the general idea of one, not a particular breed. Its eyes were a piercing blue that looked about impatiently as it shuffled slightly. Around its neck a bright red ribbon with the words happy birthday on it. The ribbon was somewhat crinkled as though no one in particular had cared when they put it on. Or that the dog had slipped it on in haste silly notion as that might be. Still it waited in the hallway, before laying down and eventually drifting off to sleep.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

Sean slammed the door to his bedroom hard causing a crack to appear on the wall. He hit his back against the wall and slid down to the floor. His face was sore from where his father had beat him with a cane. I wish I could leave this place, but I can't ,he thought. Ever since his mother had died his dad had locked him inside the house. Every time he tried to run away, his dad would beat him until he bleed. Looking for a girl to try and free him from his abusive dad. Here's his bio by the way. NameSean Bell GenderMale Age17 Looksjet black hair that falls around his forehead and under his ears, dark blue eyes, pale skin, very muscular, and 6'5'' tall. Parentsmomdead dadstill alive Otherhe graduated high school early at age 14.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

Crash!!! Really, Was that necessary? all I said was give me a minute. Damn! Nikki said as she rain out the house, barely alluding another empty whiskey bottle that was thrown at her by her mother. She then started her way to the only Liquor store in town that knew about her mother and actually cared what the woman did to her, Jensen's. A quaint little store with some pretty awesome liquor. When she got there she told Rhoan, the owner, manager, and sole worker of the store for her mother's usual and told him to put it on her tab. after he did he put the bottle of Jack into a paper bag and handed it to her saying, Tell your mum I said that she needs to ease up on the sauce, 'kay. in his light Australian accent. As she was on her way back home, she noticed a cop car headed her way and thought, 'Damn, I just can't get a break today, huh? Damn pig, go away.' . And to make matters worse, he started yelling at her because he noticed she was coming out of a liquor store with a bottle. Knowing if he caught her Child services would be on her ass faster than you could say Momma, she turned around and began running like a madwoman. and as if on que a the pig was on her tail. Taking a shortcut through the park she dumped the bottle in a trash can, then noticed a fire escape that lead to an open window and headed for it. when she finally reached the window sh peered inside and noticed a boy, not much older than herself, sitting on the floor. Hey, what's wrong? she asked before letting herself in just enough to sit on the windowsil.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

Sean nearly jumped when he saw Nikki. He quickly turned away trying to hide his bruised and bleeding face. Nothing, and how did you get here?he asked.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

deciding to answer his question first she replied, Well, there's a fire escape that leads to this window, and I decided to see why it was open. before crossing her ankles and leaning forward slightly, and asking Seriously, are you okay? thoroughly concerned.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

He sighed and turned his face to reveal the many bruises and bleeding scratches covering his face.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

She gasped at the sight and nearly hopped off the windowsil to go over to him. Oh my god, who did this to you? she said while lowering her hand to his shoulder.
Thread: I feel like a prisoner of war.

My dad,Sean replied. He whipped some of the blood from around his mouth off with the back of his hand, but when he coughed slightly, a little more slipped out.