Thread: Save Me With Chains (IWishxFuzzy)

She'd grown up the daughter of a very sucessful man, he'd raised her on his own with the chain of banks he'd started. They'd flourished all over, a powerful and well-known empire of money. She'd never really thought twice about many things, being so busy, so consumed by work once her father passed away. That successful chain of banks were now hers to reek in the benefits from. Light slowly slipped through the cracks of the tall, large curtains that covered an impressive window that scaled from the ceiling to the floor, the strips of light flickered over a large fourposter bed, slowly coaxing bright, striking green eyes to flutter open. Lush, beautiful red locks of hair messily spread against the crisp white bed sheets. Slowly shifting as the figure sat up with a soft sigh, porcelain skin and soft parted pink lips, a white night gown with thin spaghetti straps hanging against her slender shoulders. The thin fabric tightly clinging to her ample, perky 34DD chest. As well as her flat stomach, slender waist, round hips and perfect, tight behind. She shifted to let her long, firm legs slip over the side of the bed, stretching softly. Running a hand through her long curly locks of red hair before sitting up, she exited the large, extravagant bedroom to the bathroom that was connected. After completing her usual morning routine of showering, brushing her teeth and combing her hair, Scarlet slipped on tight lacy black panties and a bra, pulling over that an equally tight black dress. It was a hauler top, outlining her plump chest nicely, only reaching down to her knees. While looking in the mirror, her curly red hair down around her shoulders, running her hand through it giving it a very sexy tousled look. A sigh left her lips, walking out into the hall large hall, pictures of ancestors and vases lined up like a show room, the carpet a blood red. The house was incredibly old and worth masses of money, she was the last heir and took all the profits from wills and dead relatives, Scarlet ran and took care of most things attending upscale parties and offering business loans, donations and anything else. It was a tiresome, boring life to her. Like most days, she'd slept in alarmingly late, luckly she had an assistant to do all the early morning stuff, pulling on her long dark trench and a pair of black high heels before hitting the town. Upon walking down the street she came upon the harsh sounds of a beating, a man yelling at the top of his lungs.. There he was, curled up on the pavement helplessly being beat into it, Scarlet ran up just after he'd kicked the poor thing near passing out. The man was getting ready to stomp his head with his foot! Scarlet ran up and pushed the man backwards, making him stumble and loose his footing to pound into the pavement like that. Hey! What the hell is up with you? Are you trying to kill him? The man gave a disgruntled, angry look. He's MY property. I can do with him as I like, bitch, get out of my- No, you can't, last time I checked acts of violence in the streets are frowned upon. Look, why don't you just let me buy him if your going to just kill him? She spat, a good amount of money was tossed at his face, If you don't want to get your own head bashed in.. You better take that money and get out of my face. Now. Now that Scarlet Lincon, one of the riches women in the city was going up against this man they'd gained lots of attention - Enough to make the man think twice before hitting the woman in his rage, he scrambled to get the money off the cement beside his poor unconsous slave. Watching him run with his tail between his legs, she looked down to the boy, his lip was split, he had bruises and cuts.. It didn't look like he weighed much either.. Had that man been starving the poor thing as well..? Calling a coach, with some effort she pulled him inside. Once home at her mansion, she'd gotten the driver to help her carry him up the stairs of her house. Once inside she managed to get him into her very own bedroom, removing her coat and fetching a cloth and hot water. Soothing enough to help clean his wounds.. Scarlet hadn't had any servants since he fathers passing. She sent them all away in her grief, but that'd been a couple years ago now, the young woman had proved herself a firehouse business woman.. Dipping the cloth in the bow she dabbed at the dirt over his body, trying to clean his lip and the blood drooling down the side of his face. Once he gained consciousness she'd try to give him a bath or something of the sort.. Scarlet knew the brutality of slaves had gotten quite out of control, but seeing him being so coldly beaten till near passing out like that.. It'd sparked so much anger.. And she'd now gained a new slave. Or maybe.. A pet. He looked like he deserved to be pampered and loved, like a pet. The feeling she had was of a little girl finding an injuried stray cat.. All she wanted was to make him feel better. Gentle touches continuing to slip across his bruises and cuts with a warm, soothing cloth.