Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

Red presided over his actions with thumb still mashed unto the button of the controller. Ultimately, Cali's life was in the hands of a psychotic tyrant. The growing grin that was taking hold of the man's dried lips only hinted to half of Red's amusement on behalf of Cali's writhing in pain. He was intent on breaking her by whatever means necessary. To that point, there is a reason why the man earned the nickname he goes by. Just like a bull, Red tunes out and further becomes agitated by brutal violence. It was a case of Red seeing ' red .' Without intent of letting off, the brute keeps observing his slave's actions within her iron cage. However, there was no mistaken the uncanny similarities between Cali and the wife pictured on his night stand. Red's eyes soften for reasons unbeknownst to her, and only relevant in his reclusive mind. Her screams and agony fall upon deaf ears while Red seemingly fades out for a moment. Warm yet dried lips flatline from their previously mused expression his mountainous shoulders still. Brows carefully narrow as thoughts seemingly rack through his calculated mind. Her loud kicking of the cage and outbursts of pain would not be enough to bring the muscular Adonis back to Blackwater. Just like the smoke that was drifting from the end of his cigarette, Red was out to sea. It was only the keyword of 'YOU' that brought him back. Red's thumb would release the button and the electricity flowing through Cali's body would relent. A hard swallow shifted the throat of the tyrant standing above her his shadow engulfing Cali and her iron housing. She was given the time to breath and recover as Red threw the controller atop of the dresser. There had to be some temporary closure for the beautiful bounty huntress to hear the box tumbling across the wood surface. Piercing blue eyes remained upon her naked body for a moment. Red's right hand would reach up to collect the cigarette from the corner of his lips using the pinch of his index and thumb. After it's withdraw, said cig would be ground into the ashtray next to the controller. The remaining smoke slowly wafted from the glass item while the embers of the stick died out... much like the fight within Cali. You've earned your dinner. The brutal male muttered down to her as he nudged the plastic tray closer toward the edge of the cage she was locked in with his foot. Now Cali was welcomed to reach out and grab the dirty plastic fork that had been stuck into the heap of mash potatoes. Red turned his back to Cali after offering up her food without further punishment, and returned to the dresser so he could pick up both glasses of Jack. He'd run the risk of further upheaval, but Red decided to return to Cali in order to place the glass next to her food. She'd be a fool to bite the hand whom fed her, and also provided her alcohol to help numb the shock flowing through her body. Drink the alcohol in increments since your heart rate is already elevated. It should help bring it down and numb the pain... A few steps back, and Red would sit down atop of the chair he had pulled over earlier. One of his feet extended forwards as he slouched in his seat. The other remained closer to his body. Red's own striated abdominal muscles were on full display in his aforementioned slouch, which only further showcased them and the marble hard pectorals in which tensed up some. A deep sigh would spill from his lips as he brought his own glass of whiskey up to his lips for a brief sip. Red ran his thick forearm across his lips afterwards and enjoyed the hit of the alcohol flowing into his system without food to absorb it yet. His eyes were upon her as he spoke, You've done this to yourself, bitch . I told you, all you had to do... was let your pride down. Tell me you're my bitch, and we'd be moving unto better things. Another sip would be taken before his glass was lowered in front of his chest, While you eat my food and drink my bourbon... Red would point toward her lazily with the hand that held his glass index finger extended from curling around the item to point toward her instead, I want you know your name... I want to know about you before the war. If you don't tell me everything, I'll give it to you worse. Longer... harder... so ... A third sip would be taken with a sigh. Start with the fact of saying you're my bitch, give me your name, and what is it that makes you. I already got the bounty hunter bit, so spare me... He'd dismissively wave his hand with the glass, You've killed a few of my associates already. It's how I came about finding you... everyone spoke about your beauty so much... you look like her... He'd point to the pictures on the stand behind her. So naturally, you're now mine beyond reason... I want to know about you before I mold you into my servant.