Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Richards body was riddled with sweat as he jolted up from his slumber, images of Samael painted in his mind. Shit He muttered to himself before clasping his head. Why didnt he take the demon so seriously? Guilt poured into his soul, feeling trapped and unwilling to help his daughter, who was sleeping on the opposite side of the plane as him. Her tears were still on her face, dried up and crusty. A long and exhausting sigh left his somewhat parted lips before he slammed back down onto his pillow, fastening his lids shut and trying to forget everything that had happened tonight. Has ten years really flown by? Navaeh stared out the window of her living room, wondering where the time had gone. A few days ago was her 28th birthday. After that night, when she had to leave everything behind, she lost a piece of herself back with Damian. Not a day went by where she wouldnt think of him. Paris was a different style of life, and it took her a long time to adapt to it. Hell, she still found it hard to get by around here. Richard, on the other hand, tried to hide his misfortune from his daughter. She could easily see that he wasnt doing too well, despite living in a nice home with nice belongings. He grew more secretive, sometimes not coming home for a few nights at a time, alcohol staining his breath. Nothing was ever the same. Navaeh found it hard to keep her composure, occasionally finding herself in arguments with her father. It was impossible to run away from him, knowing that the rival mafias would try and abduct her. Plus, Richard wouldnt allow his only daughter to run off like that. The burning ball of orange gas in the sky simmered down towards the horizon, the colors of the clouds turning soft and pastel like cotton candy. She would close her eyes and imagine standing by the shoreline back at home, having her mother there, Damian, and her father. Nothing but happiness. No more mafias, drugs, none of that. That long-cherished dream inside of her heart burned down a long time ago, and there was no hope in retrieving it. Navaeh didnt notice how long she was staring at the sky until it turned black, stars twinkling in her eyes. Her hands grasped onto the necklace she wore for 10 year straight, rubbing her thumb over the indentations of the diamonds before getting up from her seat, heading towards her bedroom to turn in for the night. Another lonely night by herself. No father around. Just Navaeh and her thoughts. Inviting her bed was, drawing her in like a spell as she slipped the covers on top of her frame. She moved around for a moment, finding a comfortable position before allowing the mattress to swallow her. The clock read 913 PM the last time she checked before her eyes grew heavy and sleep succumbed her. SLAM! The downstairs door opened so violently that the entire house shook under its wrath. Speedily the confused girl jolted up, eyes searching around her blackened room only to hear bellowing from downstairs. The clock read 308 AM. Wheres our FUCKING MONEY?! A male voice echoed through the walls. He sounded tall, muscular and in charge. His voice made Navaehs hair protrude upwards into handstands. Harshly she swallowed down the lump in her throat. Daddy always ensured no one would step in our house She thought to herself, but alcohol couldve caused him to be sloppy tonight. I told you I dont have it! The familiar tone of her fathers voice caused her heart to skip a beat. He was here, but he wasnt alone. It sounded like four men in total were in the house. They werent alone. Listen here, you fucking liar. You told us you would have it today. Now, WHERE IS IT?! The shattering sounds of a vase reverberated in her ears, knowing that it was getting messy downstairs. Harshly she clasped her ears shut before leaning her back against the wall, sliding down it miserably. Her knees would bury into her chest, arms folding over them to make sure she wouldnt fall apart. Wheres that pretty little princess of yours? Maybe we can arrange something for the lack of money? A different male voice pitched in and gave his two-cents. The rest of the group agreed, saying Yes!, and even, Where is the little cunt? Navaeh couldnt breathe anymore. The sudden surreal shock flooded in her system, weaving in-and-out of a dream-like state. Was this even reality anymore? How could daddy let this happen?! Youre not going to lay a finger on my da Richards words were cut short as it sounded like he was tossed like a pesky fly in their way. Harsh footsteps invaded her home, searching for their new prize. Her. Quickly she stood back on her feet, searching around the room for a place to hide, but one of the guys separated from his group and headed up the stairs. Straight. Towards. Her. Bedroom. Fuck. She cursed under her breath, quickly eyeing the window ahead of her. Bolting faster than lightening she would run to the unclasp the locks of the window, using everything she had in her to pry it open. It wouldnt budge. Why wont this fucking thing open! She cried out, slamming her weight on the damned window. The door handle to her room shook before it was slammed open. Lust was riddled in his eyes, immediately scanning the body of his fleeing prey. I found her! He bellowed out, loud enough for his group of men to hear him from all the way upstairs. Her pupils shrunk as her body shook, trembling in fear. He strode towards her direction, a sadistic smile splitting his lips apart. Now now, dont be shy. He attempted to soften his words as he reached for her, where she aggressively moved away from him. Dont touch me! She clenched her teeth together as she spoke, eyeing him down, as if that would do anything to help her situation. The other three men made their way to her room, laughing as they saw her attempt to put up a front of courage. Just grab her, dont even try to do this the easy way. The gang leader stepped beside the man who found her, not even trying to hide his intentions. In one fell swoop he grabbed her pugnaciously, draping her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wiggled around, flailing her fists and body around in protest, but the man that found her easily, and without regret, punched her in the face. Like a burnt-out lightbulb, she flicked off. Unconscious. Blood trickled down her nose, but that was the least of their concern. Heading downstairs, Richard had enough time to regain his strength, and attempted to stop the fleeing group. Give me back my daughter, you cant take her away from me like that! He begged, even going as far and sitting on his knees with hands folded like a peasant asking for food. Tch. The man who was holding Neveah responded simply before kicking Richard in the face, sending him to crash on his back. And like that he was out cold. Like father like daughter. Ugh my head Nevaeh winced as her consciousness began to flow again. Her head was drooped down, her chin almost touching her chest. The more aware she grew, the more she could feel her body again. Her hands were bounded together towards her back on a wooden chair, her legs also fastened by the ankles on the legs of the chair. Sweat coated her body, leaving her feeling sticky and disgusting. How long has she been asleep? Her eyes finally cracked open, and even though there was barley any light coming from the room she still had to squint her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. Good morning, Princess. A familiar man stood In front of her, a large pearly-white smile inviting her in welcomingly. Im sure youre wondering why youre here and why youre, well, tied up. The men in the background couldnt contain their laughter, her eyes darting towards the group of men before returning her vision to the man. It was coming back to her now. She was abducted from her home. You shouldnt play with our meal. The one who caught her out said before flicking a dagger in the air, catching it by the base and not the tip. The ring leader shushed him before turning his head back onto her. My my I am sorry for what he had done to you. He ruined your pajamas He sympathetically stated before her hues glances down her blouse, noticing blood staining her clothing. Her heart began to pound in her tiny chest, wondering what all theyve done to her already. Relax, it was from knocking you out. He responded, reading her features and thoughts with her expression. Let me help you clean that, dear. He sincerely said, almost believable, until he ripped off her shirt with a swift flick of his wrist. Her eyes closed tightly, trying to contain her scream before opening her eyes again to see her laced black bra. Youre a lot bustier than I had initially thought Were in for a treat. He licked his lips before giving her right breast a tight squeeze. Dont touch me! She shouted, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave the striations of her teeth in its tracks. He didnt listen to her and proceeded to motion over the standby male for his dagger. Shrugging, he tossed him the weapon of choice before he too grabbed it from the base. Using the sharpened blade, he would line it up perfectly towards the tiny strap in the middle of her cleavage. Grazing it upwards, the tiny piece of fabric gave away and allowed both of her breast to pop out form the confines of her bra. Damn, I havent been this excited in ages! Another male excitedly stated before cracking his knuckles together, making his way towards his prize.