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Thread: Trapped (Notte and Me)

It must of been a day maybe more since he has been in this cell. The ground was concrete the walls were stone and it was deadly cold. It was a miracle he hasn't died yet or at least hasn't gotten sick, but then again Light could handle a lot of things he was a strong male for his age. He was laying down on the cold floor with his hands shackled behind his back. He couldn't escape the cell anyway so he had no idea why this person took the extra mile. It made it even harder for him to move around and it was very uncomfortable to sleep. He was wearing plain clothes that the one who kidnapped him put on his body. It was just a simple black shirt and lose pants, no shoes, no socks, no belt, and yes not even underwear, which made the coldness even more unbearable. At least the one who bought him could of put on warmer clothes but that just proved to him that the person didn't care and that he didn't know what to expect. Light Yagami was 17 and a senior in high school but he was a very unique and rare individual. He was an honor student who is considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. He had everything, looks, talent, skill. God had graced him with so many things it wasn't funny. His hair was short, thick and a copper brown color with bangs that hung just above the eyes and framed around the top and sides of his head perfectly. His eyes were dark brown and seemed to glow so beautify in certain lighting. His body was lean, straight, nicely toned, and slightly muscular. He stood tall at 5'8 and weighed 119 pounds. And of course his face had a chiseled yet angelic frame giving him more of an irresistible look along with the many other things he had. Light tried to replay everything, first he was kidnapped, then he was sold to someone, but who, and why hasn't this person shown their self yet? Were they just going to leave him to rot in a cell? No, there had to be a reason for him to be brought here but he didn't really want the answer to that question. He sighed and leaned his head back against the stone wall. What was going to happen to him now? He was trapped and there was no way of escaping. Its not the best but I got a little lazy, its been a long day for me
Thread: Trapped (Notte and Me)

The click click of her heels was loud on the stone floor and she grimaced in annoyance. It was also rather cold in the prison and her flesh held goosebumps, but she didn't even feel it. Her nose twitched at the dank smell that covered the place as if something had died, rotted, and then molded over. A hand reached out to her from behind cell bars and she swatted at it with her crop. A broken cry spilled out from the lost creature as blood began to fall. She sneered at it in disgust and licked the blood from her whip. Her facial features were harsh and cruel, but still somehow beautiful in its exotic look. Large dark eyes, small nose, large lips. Her black hair was cropped in a bobcat, short in the back and longer as it fell forward around her face, adding to the harshness of her features. Her skin was a soft smooth creamy ivory color that offset the darkness in her eyes. She was petite, lithe, and although small, she excluded power. Standing at 5'8, she wore six inch high heels, making her five foot two without the added height of the heels. Her legs led up to a round and firm ass that was made for caressing, if one would risk getting their hands chopped off for a feel. Her waist was curvy and belly flat. It lead up to perfectly mounded breasts that fit perfectly into a man's palm, but overrode her own. What was most wickedly about her though, was her walk. She walked like she owned the world and if you got into her way, you'd be taken out. When she got to the cell of her newest pet, she looked down at him with a look that was between interest and disgust. She squatted down so that she would be of height after him and inspected his body quickly with her eyes. Moving her hand between the bars, she flicked out her whip and caught him under the chin, holding it there and moving it side to side so she could take in his features. Removing it, she stood up and looked at the guard. He held something up to her and she took it from his hand, throwing it into the cage she said one simple thing. Put your collar on, your my dog now. Her voice was cold, as harsh and as beautiful as her features. I'm known as Mistress Delila.
Thread: Trapped (Notte and Me)

Light heard the loud clicking of someones heels echoing of the walls. The walk was delicate yet sophisticated, was it a female? He turned his head up ward at the lady to see her squat down toward him and lifted his chin with her whip, turning his head from side to side as if she was looking over a purchased product. His eyes narrowed slightly and he jerked his head away from the whip. Soon a collar was tossed at him which made him look at it with disbelief the back at her. Was this lady serious? He was no pet, no dog, and he wasn't taken there willingly either. He was kidnapped so he didn't belong to the one she brought him from. No, this wasn't right, why did this happen to him? Everything was perfect, he was perfect, he didn't deserve this. Light leaned up and sat up against the metal bench that was behind him looking at her. He had to admit she was beautiful in an exotic sort of way, but he would of course never say that out loud. After all he had seen many girls, but still this one was different, very different actually, at least from what he was used to. Mistress Delila was her name? Did that mean he had to call her his mistress, fat chance on that, he didn't belong to no one. Its a little impossible to do as you say when my hands are cuffed behind my back..Don't you agree?.. He said in a know it all tone as if he was trying to make her look like an idiot, but of course he knew she wasn't just by looking at her.
Thread: Trapped (Notte and Me)

A slow wickedly cruel smile spread her crimson painted lips. Her eyes light up from within, but the look in them was dark, twisted, demonic. She held her hand out to the guard and he shrank away from her without actually moving. She quirked one graceful finger up and down, the silent sign for come here. When he didn't move, she looked over at him, still wearing that cruel smile, and slashed him across his face with her razor tipped nails. She walked into him, crowding his body, wiped the blood from her nails onto his shirt and took the keys and leash from him before she pushed him away with more strength then it appeared she had. You're a bad dog, get the hell out of my si- Before she could even finish speaking, the guard had run away as if his life depended on it. She rolled her eyes and made a sound of contemptuous disgust as she watch him flee. She turned back to the small cell and placed the key in the lock. She turned it, heard the release, and slammed the door open with enough force that it should have rebounded off of the bars, but surprisingly it just stayed there as if even it were afraid of her wrath. She walked into the cell and stood at an imposing height while she looked down her nose at him, the same cruel smile dancing across her lips. She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her top and nearly spilling free. She reached up, placed her palm against his cheeks, and moved her fingers downward to caress his lips. In a quick, angry movement, she shoved her fingers into his mouth and grabbed his tongue. Bad dog, back talking like that will get your tongue cut out and with your tongue cut out, there would be few ways to please me. She squeezed his tongue, cutting it open slightly with one of her nails, before she pulled her hand away and licked her fingers of his blood and spit. She jingled the keys in one hand, then leaned over his body, shoving his face between the mounds of her breasts. She unlocked the handcuffs and pulled them away from him. Now, be a good boy and put your collar on, she spoke while she pointed at the collar with her crop. And don't try to run, I assure you that you won't make it out of this place alive. Her voice went low, threatening, cold as ice, but it held a seductive edge to it as if she would enjoy hunting him down only to punish him with torture and death.
Thread: Trapped (Notte and Me)

Light raised his eye brow when he saw that look on her face, what was she planning to do now? He watched with slight curiosity as she hit the guard with her nails and made him bleed. His theory was definitely right now, this lady was cruel and probably dangerous. He turned his head watching the guard run for his life and out of the dungeon was it? Well he didn't really know where he was at the moment. Light now felt uneasy as the lady began to unlock his cell, he had a feeling he was in trouble now. Would she do the same to him if he didn't listen? He tried to lean back away from her but the metal bench prevented that. Light looked up at her from his sitting position watching her to see what she would do next. He felt her hand on his cheek and his eyes followed her hand to his lips. Then in a quick move before he could do anything she shoved her fingers in his mouth and grabbed his tongue. Ehh! He shouted slightly when she caused his tongue to bleed and then let go. Light closed his mouth instantly, he could taste his own blood. He saw her getting the keys to his cuffs then she leaned forward again shoving his face in her breasts. Light tried to remain somewhat calm but it was hard to breath with him being smothered by her. He took a big breath when she pulled away and felt that his hands were now free. His eyes narrowed at her as he rubbed his wrists. Would it be best to try ad run away or attack her? No, it wouldn't, this lady looked tough. He would probably pay dearly if he tried to escape. Light looked at the collar and picked it up holding it in his hand. Did he really have a choice? The answer was no, besides maybe it he plays along, sometime when her guard is down, then he could run away. He put the collar around his neck and fastened it then looked up at her. His facial expressions showed he was unaffected by her tone of voice, but her actions were a different story.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

The sound of a pencil tapping and a clock ticking was the only heard in the quiet classroom.The ticking was obviously done by the clock but the tapping was done by a young male,staring outside into the bright springs day. '' Mr areilus !'' the teacher spoke in an elevated tone.''May we have absolute silence everyone knows you passed the test but give everyone else a chance to do the same.'' ''Yes sir''. He spoke softly and stopped his infernal tapping as his head reasted on his arm. His orange,reddish hair blocked his view temporarily blocked his eyesight but he blew it out of the way. The boys eyes where a mix of cerulean and teal. He had the smarts to go with his appearance. And his reputation as a smartass didnt give him too much of a huge circle of friends. But he didnt mind if they have the paitence to put up with him they didnt deserve his kindness. He looked upon the clock and as he stared at it. It gave off the siren telling the kids to leave. The children turned in theyre tests and left the class. As the class cleared out he left himself ''Lucky its friday'' He replied. Deciding on taking a stroll through the forest he gazed upon the ambiance of life sprawling around him. But he gazed upon a dark figure. He reconized it as a female but a bit familiar. ''What is that? He decided to pursue the figure with secrecy and stealth.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I When the siren that signaled the end of school blasted, Abigail was out of her seat in a heartbeat. She chewed her lip as she moved through the halls and off the path into the forest. She had forgotten that the potion she had left on boiling in the cauldron was supposed to be stirred right about now. It would be terrible if she lost several weeks of brewing just because she couldnt skip the last period of class like she always had. Hidden branches and burrs grabbed at her ankle-length school uniform as she moved through the forest. Normally she would have jogged to a footpath further down the road from the school and made it home quickly, but it was especially important that she hurry so she took a quicker, if not harder path home. Oh please, she whispered, Dont let it boil over. Half of the ingredients she had to custom order from a witch five towns away and even then it had taken her months to get them in. Moonflowers only bloomed once a month and had to be picked on a full moon otherwise the magical properties were lost, and then they had to be dried on a lodestone under the care of gnomes. If she had to order it againshe would cry. It had taken her months just to save up for the meager pouch she had ordered. Her long black hair caught on a branch and she had to slow down to untangle it before she hurried on. When the small cottage came in few she gave a smile and shouted softly, Im home, Axe. A little dark bird-like creature flew down from its perch over her door and gave a squawk as she pulled open the door. A plus to living so far into the woods was that she didnt have to lock the door the wolves that sometimes lurked in the forest kept all but the most foolhardy away. On top of that, the spells her mother had layered over the door before she left on her sabbatical would have barred even a demon from entering the room. Axe grumbled, You shouldnt have gone to school today. The brew I know, I know, she interrupted as she dashed into the kitchen and over to her cauldron. The top was still firmly on it and not a speck of the precious potion had leaked over it. Abigail relaxed and waved her hand over the cauldron, Levitate. Her red eyes glowed for a moment before the cauldron lifted from its stands and moved away from the fire and to the work table. The young witch glanced at it before moving to an open book on the counter next to the sink. She skimmed the page with her finger as Axe, her familiar muttered the instructions to himself, So I let it sit for the evening and then I bottle it in diamond with a ruby stopper. Thats not too hard! Its not like its arithmetic or something.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I Sylph followed after the girl slowly and made sure to stay as quiet as ever. He managed to get to her destination without her seeing him. Shed seemed to grumble something but he didnt manage to get out out. A bit of recon would be nessesary than just charnging in mindlessly. He peeped through a small window curious to her actions of what she was doing in the house. A giant culdron sat in the center and books surrounded the small house. ''Is she...A..witch?'' He asked then her image popped in his head. This was abagail. The silent girl in his class. They had spoke on certain occasions. But they couldnt consider themselves friends. ''I guess this is why she isint close to people'' . He sat back down,because a long stare would draw attention to himself. He sat back aginst the walls of the shed. He left the window and stood up. He decided not to jump to any conclusions untill he heard it from her lips. He came to the door and gently opeened the door. ''Um abby you forgot your homework'' he lied a bit. Since she actually did forget her homework. ''Whats going on in here?'' he asked as he looked around
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I Abigail jumped and looked at Slyph with a frown as she entered and spoke, Umthank you? But could you! Oh please dont come in She raised her hands before she dropped them with a huff as she entered her home. The first floor was mostly a kitchen with a small sitting area off to the side with a bookcase pushed up against the wall. The second floor, rather attic of the cottage was where the bedrooms and the bathroom was. She tapped her foot against the hard wood floor and looked at Axe who remained perched on her shoulder as her classmate entered her house. She was sure she had spoken to him once or twice but only over some project that the professor had them work on together. She was very sure she had never told him where her home was, which meant that he had followed her. Or at the very least, she could assume he had followed her. Abigail had been raised with manners, and she fell back on them easily, Thank you for bringing it, though it could have waited. Its not like he collects homework often Her fingers fluttered against her maroon skirt as she looked towards her book of spells lying open. She flipped it closed and looked around. With the exception of the cauldron, she could pass it off as a pot of stew, the cottage was pretty normal. The herbs and crystals hanging from the rafters might cause some discussion but it really wasnt that oddright?
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I ''Yeah but theres a quiz tomorrow so you'd better study'' He replied as he looked around the area. A strange aura was smething he felt when he entered. But besides what he was seeing nothing he had seen was taken as odd. ''Mind if i stay here for a bit?'' he asked as he took a seat. ''Im sorry if i came over unannounced but i think i might need a bit of help.But i think i might need a bit of help studying for a bit.''. He took a seat and looked around curiously. The 'decoration' consisted of herbs and a few crystals. The book of the strange characters sat on the ground. He marked the book but decided not to pick it up finding the characters illegible. ''And i can crack this story'' He thought. So playing dumb for a while would hurt his pride a bit but he would get over it. And of course the culdron caught his attention. Respect was something he was raised off of so he decided to give it to her. Even thogh she was a bit suspect. ''You making soup you must really like soup to have a pot this big''. The culdron gave off a red steam and began to give off the appearance of a small bubble at the top. ''Isint that flooding?'' he asked pointing to it. The red soupy like liquid seemed to bubble up uncharacteristic of soups but who was he to judge.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I Abigail almost wanted to hex Slyph as he sat down and made himself at home. Her eyes narrowed and she glanced over to her cauldron, I do. I do like soup a lot. She was so tense that Axe fluttered off her shoulder to perch on the bookcase and glare down at the young man. This was not going to end well the last time a person had come in unannounced, Abigail's mother banished them into the Faerie realm to learn some manners. A few years with beings who thought grown humans were toys would show him, but Abigail didn't have that power behind her. She was a young witch, pretty much a witch in training if one got down to it. ...Why don't you go find help with someone else? I'm busy, she culled the urge to 'shoo' him out the door or levitate the chair out of her home and bolt the door. There was a reason she didn't make any friends at school she couldn't do magic in front of them and that made her feel like she was missing a limb. Please? I'm really not good at math, so I won't be any help. And I'm not going into school tomorrow so it really doesn't matter. Tomorrow was the first day she could do a summoning and she didn't want to have to wait until after school to do it. She could always forge a note from her mother saying she was sick. Abigail hadn't told the school that her mother was gone for a year, or two, or three. She hadn't really been specific when she would be back.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I He sighed heavily. He had a feeling he wasnt wanted but deciding to push a bit farther was dangerous. And he knaw and aknowlidged it. But nevertheless he stood up and looked around. ''Look i know im not wanted but my feed for knowledge is keeping me here..My life is in danger. But if you tell me ill make sure your secrets safe with me. If not you can kill me...But if you dont ill just have to come here everyday untill i figure it out''. He says as he looked to her and picked up his bookbag. ''Ill never tell anyone of us meeting'' he says ''If you just tell me...What is this weird aura im feeling''. This could be the greatest day of his average boring life. Of course he wasnt going to let it slip away from his fingers like sand. He had gotten down to the point. Blackmail wasnt really something he did. Or something he had hated. Incorperating blackmail with something called diplomacy. Just ruined the passionate art ofpersuading. Since he didnt really have a trump card. He just hoped his diplomacy skill would persuade her to tell him. ''Besides you could use an assistant for whatever your doing?And xoup can get a bit bland every once in a while ill cook for you''. He blurted out reasons to let her keep him around. It was like he was in the movie fantasia. But instead of mickey mouse the scorcers apprentence was a cute young girl. It would be intresteing if she decided to concede and let him hang around
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I When he picked up his bag and started to go, Abigail breathed a sigh of relief but when he pressed again she dropped her head and mumbled, Why me? When her mother returned and found out that she might have compromised their standing, she would be in so much trouble but if she didn't let him come back it might cause more problems. She took a deep breath and looked at Slyph, ...You can come back tomorrow if you like...but not before four o clock, all right? I...wouldn't mind a little help with some chores, she admitted slightly, need be it would be things she didn't like doing at all. Things that would keep him out of her cottage and pretty much give her an errand boy. She wouldn't have to chop wood again, or go to the grocers to get dinner supplies. Even though the kitchen was rustic, it did have a working gas stove and a refrigerator. Axe gave a crow of displeasure at her decision but didn't say anything while the boy was still in hearing range. Abigail flicked her hair over her shoulder and turned around before going to a cupboard she wished he would leave so she could start on her next spell. A witch from a different region contacted her about making a love potion her mother had excelled at them and she wanted to try her hand at one. Maybe if she was good at it, she could make a small business like her mother did.
Thread: Whoa you can use magic[Seraph and I]

Re Whia you can use magicSeraph and I ''Okay cool...Since i have to work between two thirty and six ill be fine. I can just rell my mom im doing an extra shift.I can bring some cinnamon rolls on the way back'' he replied and left the small cottage. He didnt mind being an errand boy for some time. ''You start from the bottom and work your way up. . Besides he would do this he would gain her trust.And she would open up and tell him what she was. Taking the same route to his original starting position. He used the normal trail to return home. He had been over there for about an hour and it had showed. The sun was beginning to set under the horizon. ''Id better head home before mom complains'' He said to himself as he dashed home,doing his homework and passing out on the bed. ''Tomorrow is the first day of the change in my life'' . ... The next evening he finished work. Smelling like sweet bread. He left the bakery with a small chestnut box. He had already checked in with his mother and she gave him the ok. He walked into the forest making sure he wasnt followed. The forest had defiently been darker since yesterday. Today the aura had became an ominous wind. It was a bit frightening but he pressed on and to the small cottage deep inside the forest.. He gave a getle knock on the door saying ''Abby im here'' He says . The aroma of the sweet bread in the box bled through and under the door and caressed her nose gently.