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Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

As to being new to her human body, she moved in exotic and awkward ways. Turning her back to him, she laid on her side and put the plate were he couldn't see it, as a normal dominant dog would do. Though her back was to him as she ate, her ears were perked up and alert, and her body language said that she was tense and alert. Ripping at the meat, she choked slightly when she realized that this human body, she could not eat the same way either. Taking smaller bites and chewing with ridiculously flat teeth. It took her a while to finish. Pushing the plate away, it fell off the bed and shattered on the floor making her nearly jump out of her skin. Relaxing again, she started licking the back of her wrist gently, in an attempt to get the blood off her face.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Hearing the plate shatter against the floor, he looked up from the book. Seeing it was only that, he looked back down into his book. I'll deal with that later. He muttered loudly, not knowing she would hear it too as he slowly got up. He was in need of something to do, and she was the only thing around that seemed to entertain him as he moved to the bed, using his shoes to push the broken plate away as he looked down at her efforts to clean the blood off her face. He looked out towards the bathroom, getting an idea as he thought it through a few times. If you want, I can help you clean the blood off. He offered, holding his hand slowly down towards her with the palm upwards.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

This time, instead of lashing out, she pulled back and let her lip come up in a slightly warning growl. Unsure of his intentions, she backed up more and waited to see what he would do next. After how long she ran wild in the streets, to then be taken as a prisoner to be bartered and sold, then to be imprisoned in what seemed like a gilded cage. She wasnt sure how to think, what to do, or even how to communicate. She knew she had the ability to speak human words but she didnt know what or how to say things. So she said the only things she could say, was what human had often said to her or called her. st-stupid bitch, I hate you-, ugly beast- Though the words were infact mean words, she didnt understand their meaning. She was trying to communicate some how, and that was all she knew. She spoke in a slightly rasped voice because of what the shock and the leather collar did to her throat. But it was soft and curious when she spoke. Instead of angry and scared snarl.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Hearing her tone and the words, Frederik's first thought was to back away, to slap her across the face for insulting him. But he fought it back, he wasn't going to be cruel to her as he moved his hand slowly closer to her, putting it up to her cheek. Calm, you're safe here. I only want to help. He told her in his gentle tone, letting her feel his fingers gently touching her cheek, his thumb rubbing her skin lightly. He showed no danger to her, no sudden moves. In fact, his entire body was rock solid but the hand on her cheek. Will you let me help you? He asked in his soft voice, looking down towards her eyes as he lifted her head. He was sure he could tame her, or at least get her used to being around him so she would be nice to him and neutral to the others.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Flinching slightly when he touched her cheek, she was afraid that the tender hand would become a slap. When she felt the warm touch without the sting of pain, she rubbed her cheek against his palm. This was the first act of tenderness or kindness from anyone since her human family abandoned her as a pup. As something dogs didnt do, or should i say couldn't do, tears streamed down her face. Pulling back, her cerulean eye opend wide as she wiped the foreign liquid from her face, unsure of what it was or what it meant. Her dog years folded back as that panicked worried look entered her eyes again. Many people had struck her for the mear fact that liquid fell from her eyes. Her pain was deep...and it would take a very long time to repair and get her to trust in anyone.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Seeing her crying, he felt a sting of pain in his chest. He wanted it to go away, to make her happy as he noticed her eyes widening too. He slowly moved his other hand to her eyes, wiping the tears off in a slow way, letting her see he wasn't going to hurt her as he slowly moved onto the bed next to her. I'm not going to hurt you. He whispered, stroking her cheek as he let his fingers slowly work their way up to her ear, figuring if dog's liked being scratched behind the ear, she'd enjoy it too. He was determined to work hard, wanting to earn her trust so they could be together properly, even though he would still treat her like an animal, he would treat her like a royal animal. Due to her special color and the fact that she was extremely cute.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Looking at her leash, a thought entered her mind. Maybe if the human thought she would be compliant...he would release her from the post. Rubbing her face in his palm again, she looked at the leather leash and then jerked her head lightly to make it move in an idication that she wanted to be released from it. But, her eyes had changed slightly, to a more calculating rather then innocent look, like she knew exactly what she was trying to play him into doing. All she ever wants, it to be free.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Noticing the change in her, he instantly realised what her goal was, his eyes shrinking. He then shock his head. I can't let you free just yet. He whispered to her, stroking her cheek gently, his other hand moving to her side, gently trying to pull her towards him. You see, I can't let you go because you'll never make it out of here alive. He whispered, hoping she would understand. And I want to show you that if you will listen to me and do as I say, you will have a good life. He whispered, his tone more seductive, trying to persuade her. He was willing to do all that his head was telling him to for her.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Anger struck her like a pipe to the gut as she suddenly shoved him away and thrashed at the leather strap. She hated being confined. The bed creaked as her thrashing continued. She finally ceased when she was so exaughsted that she could barely see straight. Her claws had completly shreded the pole that she was connected to, and the bed had probably costed a fortune. she just wanted to move, to run, to get off this damned bed and be able to at least move freely.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Sighing as he watched her, letting her shove him back, he sat on the edge of the bed until she was done. Doesn't matter, I'll get a new one. He told her, refering to the ruined bed as he moved in close to her, this time taking her into his arms, putting her head in against his chest. He knew it worked with horses, as he let her listen to his heartbeat, the natural rhythm of it. Just relax, calm. He held her softly, protectively in against him as he sat on his knees on the bed. I wish you no harm. He whispered, placing his lips on the top of her head, kissing her softly. If only she would understand that she was safe, he would have it a lot easier, but something inside him relished the thought of letting her into confusion, letting her think he was evil, but being nice to her. His mind begun working in different patterns, though still working towards knowing that she was eventually allowed to walk freely.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Growling deep in her throat in warning that she was going to strike again if he came near her, she pushed him away for the second time and snapped her teeth at him. STUPIG BITCH- YOU DOG! She screamed at him angrily, as those were the only words that came to mind that she could say. She was angry, she wanted to insult him, make him angry, she was itching for a fight and she was more then ready to take him on and make a mess out of it. It was obvious that the words she screamed were the words that had been screamed at her over and over again untill those were the only words she knew.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Fine. Frederik said calmly. Calm yourself down. He got off the bed, his tone having turned cold, his eyes were ice as he moved out of the room, closing and locking the door after him. If she was going to be like that, he might as well use it to his own favor as he moved around, deciding to talk with some of the people in the palace. He soon found what he needed as he moved to the room, starting to change it around, leaving only a blanket in it as well as two metallic bowls, one with food and one with water.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

She hated that she couldnt comunicate her needs or feelings to anyone. To everyone else she looked like a mindless tameless beast who was extreamly vicious. She didnt want to be that, but she knew humans all too well, the moment she let her guard down...they alway come back and hurt her. They always seemed to hate her in the end. Seeing guards come in with poles with braces on them to keep her restrained whilst transporting her. Being shoved into an empty room, she cried out as they closed the door behind them and locked it. Screaming out in rage and desperation she ran at the door whining and scratching at it until her nails were so filed down they almost bled. Starting to pace back and forth acorss the room on her hands and knees, she decided to try standing like a normal person...maybe...if she acted more the way he wanted her too...he would let her out. How she missed the park where she could lay in the sun for hours without being bothered...and stealing the left overs from her favorite returaunts. At least out there, she devided whether or not she ate. Here...she was at the mercy of whom ever called themselves her master. Standing up slowly she lifted her white dress to see her feey and legs, she remembered her coloration, but as a human it looked so...different. Liker she wasnt real. Getting sick of the dress she ripped the front of it and took it off. She was a dog of course, why would she have any modesty or need to hide what she naturally flaunted? Moving slowly and very unsteadly, she paced the room whilst standing on two feet. Finally after hours of exaughstion, she went and layed down at the base of the door, so that if anyone came in, they would wake her up by opening it.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

There was a camera watching her in the room, observing her fight to get out. Frederik was the only one watching, until she ripped the dress apart. He turned it off there, not wanting to see her naked as he moved through the castle quickly, not stopping to anyone. He was going to clear his mind, get some fresh air. But his thoughts kept coming back to the dog girl. To how she had fought him off when she didn't want him to touch her. He growled at the thought, turning around on his heels suddenly. With an even more determined look in his eyes as he seemed to ignore the rest of the world, he went to one of the servant's rooms, getting a spare dress. It was the natural thing to him it seemed as he then went to the kitchen, having the main chef prepare a good meal for two persons. He was going to try a different course with his new property as he moved down with a waiter a moment later. He pushed the door open, not caring that he woke her up as he strolled inside, the waiter putting a trolley inside the room with the food on it as he tossed the dress to her. Put it on. He told her calmly, dominance shining from his determination. He wasn't going to take no for an answer as the door was locked behind him, another person watching the camera to make sure he wasn't murdered by her.
Thread: You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Jumping up from the door, she eyed the two men carefully as she caught the dress. Eyeing the garment carefully she sat down and started to figure it out. Taking a little bit longer then usual to get something, she finally got the garment on and stood. It was rare for a Kori to be exceptionally smart. And she, without a doubt, was impeccably smart. Looking at the arrangments and then looking back down at her new navy blue dress, she was confused at what he was doing. Forgetting her anger and her curiosity mounting, her ears perked up as she looked at the food. Walking cautiously closer she eyed the table and two chairs. Looking down at herself and then the chair, the idea of sitting like a human both repulsed her and intruiged her at the same time. Walking over, she slowly sat down and tried to be comfortable in the chair...but it was just so akward. Looking down at the silverware, she folded her ears down in a sort of shame, she could barely walk like a normal human, let alone eat like one. bunching her skirts in her hands she tried to be compliant and some how civil even though she really didnt have a clue how. So she just sat, looking at the food, and never once meeting his eyes.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

Beth age 17 12 She was obviously a runner hence why she was cuffed to the bench while she waited for her new captor to take her into protective custody. She had been nearly free when her foster father killed her foster sister. Beth knew the trial was at least six months in the distance and that was if they caught him before he killed her, their only eye witness. 17 and a half and she had endured all kinds of things but now she was going to have to live by some other mans rules yet again. Despite the fact that she knew nothing of this man she hated him for agreeing to be her watch dog. Her attitude had already been a problem and twice before they cuffed her to the bench she had to be chased down to be held for questioning. It was obvious by her stuffed back pack that she had intended to run away but the seemingly empty headed girl had nowhere to go aside from the streets and her lack of clothing in the bag showed that she had not planned her escape very well. She had still been in her school uniform when she left in the middle of the night from the foster home. The long dark strands of her face fell wildly around her and the mud stained white blouse left no question of how hard she had been fighting to get away. Combat boots were not school appropriate but despite her bad choice in runaway attire the shoes were exactly what she needed for running. The slate blue orbs were shuttered by long thick lashes that had been running mascara all down her face but every time she heard the heavy door open she could not help but hope whoever was coming in was going to uncuff her and give her one last chance to run.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

It felt good to don the uniform once more, Oliver knew he had crossed the last time and understood why he got suspended. But it did not mean he regretted his decision. On a regular patrol at night they heard screams coming from the park, he and his partner rushed off - following the direction of the screams which increased in strength only to be suddenly silenced. Luckily it was close and behind some bushes they saw the silhouette of a person bent over another. Oliver had yelled Police! which startled the assailant into a swift dash in the opposite direction. The two partners had exchanged short communications, I'll take up chase, take care of the victim! he had called to his partner. He knew exactly what had happened here. He saw the man running down the streets, Oliver shifted gears and unlucky for the perpetrator Oliver was an excellent runner. It did not take long for Oliver to catch up and when he did he was furious. There was a rumble, the rapist tried to fend off Oliver with his fists. But Oliver had trained for moments like this, the rapist was just some low-life. It did not take long before Oliver had the man on his back, but it did not stop there, he had no compassion for this form of crime. When his partner found them he had no choice but to report what he saw. Oliver was suspended for a month due to excessive violence. He pulled up to the station and for his new assignment, going solo this time. 'Just some regular babysitting, nothing serious.' Oliver had read the report and doubted something like this could be 'nothing serious. Homicide on a minor, attempting on a second kill, and the man was still free. Oliver had always been an idealist, which had brought him into many conflicts with colleagues as well as criminals. But despite that he was well-liked by many of his senior officers. Stepping out of the vehicle, he ran a hand through his thick brown hair. He was 5'8 and which he lacked the muscle mass some of his colleagues could have, he was very well trained, with running being his favourite pass-time. Being one of the youngest individuals on the force with his recently turned 24 years, he still had that attitude that he could change the world for the better. He went inside and greeted some of his friends, they welcomed him back and some of them gave him sly winks, nodding approvingly of what he had done. Spotting the girl outside the holding cells, he recognized her instantly. And it was not so strange, she certainly stood out from the crowd. Making his way towards her, he could see that she was cuffed. That was a bad sign, he suspected this would be quite the handful. Pulling up a chair and sat down in front of her, Hello there, I'm Oliver and I've been assigned to keep you safe. Trying to convey some confidence into the girl. You mind telling me why you're chained up like that? It was not hard to guess why, but he wanted to hear the girls version.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

She lifted her eyelashes in a near glare with her squinted eyes but the truth was she had her mind set to hate anyone who stood between her and freedom. Her gray eyes were cold and hard in intent but her young features gave little indication of the wisdom that had made them so cold. The long black strand of straight hair framed her petite waist to the tip of her rear when sitting straight up like she adjusted herself to be, Why dont you take the cuffs off of me and find out? Her tone was meant to be menacing despite the smooth and silk tone of her voice. She offered no explanation or greeting to him but simply bowed out her chest and held her shoulders back with perfect posture. She hoped the cop had not been warned of what he had gotten himself into because if given the chance she knew that despite her short 5ft stature she was faster than most every cop in the place. The only reason they had caught her earlier was by cornering her and she knew with a second chance when they felt secure in her bindings would afford her the chance to make no mistakes. She examined the room trying to plan what route would be best for her to take. Once she had decided the route to take she turned her attention back to Oliver, So what do you say want to find out? Or will you simply be kidnapping me like the other pigs here did? She seemed to ignore the idea that he was trying to protect her.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

Scratching his chin upwards in a contemplative manner, he could tell the girl was not going to cooperate. Did she not understand the danger she was in? Or did she simply harbor no trust to the police? Whichever was true - this was going to be a difficult assignment. He met her gaze, she had the demeanor of a seductress but Oliver was unfazed by her captivating advances. Leaning back in the chair and paused before resuming. Alright, you don't have to tell me what happened. He had gotten the short version by the officers who had to chase her down, apparently it took four of them to catch her. He leaned in closer to her and spoke in a low voice I imagine you fancy yourself quite the runner, being able to almost outrun four officers. Nodding his head towards some of the colleagues before continuing. I'll make you a deal, I'll take off these cuffs and we'll go for a ride. If you still feel like running away then do so. But know that this time it's not my lazy colleagues who will set off after you. This time it will just be you and me and if you make it outside the state border, I will say that I lost you and give them false information. Letting the girl ponder his words, he got up to get some coffee - this was going to be a long day.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

She was no silly minded girl so she knew very well that he was not going to be so easy to escape. She had decided she would go with him but the second night fell after a few days she was going to take her chances running. Once he got back defeat showed on her face, another strategy of hers, Can we just go? I am tired, dirty, the food they give you here is hardly food at all, and have no other clothes to change into. She lowered her eyes to the cuff that had made her wrist raw from her trying to slip out of it then back at Oliver. Beth was sure that with rest she would be up to her full strength in no time. She was far from ready to have this be over but her distrust of men was more the problem than police. She was a firm believer that the police were incompetent or her foster father would not be on the prowl still. She clutched her hand around the top of her bag and waited impatiently for him to let her free. I promise not to run alright just let me out. She sounded desperate but it was obvious she knew how to play on peoples heart strings. Such an unattractive trait for such a young woman to be manipulative to the point she was, but that was all she had to save herself from sharing in her foster sisters fate.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

He listened to her lamenting, Oliver considered himself a pretty good human person, and something definitely seemed amiss with this girl. He could barely remember what it was like to be that young. Ok here's the plan. He leaned down to unlock her cuffs. The forensic guys are done with the crime scene, we'll swing by your old home and pick up clothes, you'll be staying with me from now on. All to keep you safe. It was easy to tell that the girl was explosive, and she was too beautiful for her own good. He felt rather thrilled to have gotten this assignment. Leading her out to his car, he could see his dog got up from it's cage in the back. You won't be the only female living in the house. He pointed towards the curious dog, Her original name was Max, but her previous owner was a junkie and never knew what gender she was, quite awkward wouldn't you say? He paused for effect, trying to see some reaction in his new ward before continuing. No one wanted to give her a home and I couldn't let her be put down so I took her in. He opened the front-passenger door, not really trying to be a gentleman, but everything he could do to chip away at her no doubt insurmountable fortress of defenses he would act on. She had the demeanor of someone who never let anyone close to her, hardly surprising considering what she had gone through.
Thread: Captive to a Cop

Beth got into the car but could not help but glance back at the dog. She knew just how the dog must have felt. Her birth mother was a junkie and when she died from an OD no one wanted to take her in either. Beth did hope that the dog at least got a good owner because her foster home and psycho foster father were not exactly the best place for someone like them. She waited for the cop to get in and spoke with the first bit of tenderness she had spoken with yet, So what name did you give her? She amended her statement to hold the prior hostility she had earlier, Correction you didnt give her some gay name like princess or something did you? And dont think that just because you are taking me in as another stray you get to rename me.She crossed her arms and looked right ahead out of the windshield waiting to go get her normal clothes.