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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 5, 2004 15:10:38 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"Honestly, if I'm going to die anyway I can't see how it would matter. I mean even if you do torture me and leave me I'll probably die. So I can do whatever the hell I please."
*She effectively shoved him.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 5, 2004 15:20:26 GMT -5
Sands stumbled back, but not before flinging an arm around the back of her head and bringing her with him.
"Bad, kiddo. You're going to have to be punished. If all you're concerned with is dying, then I must say, you're not the kiddo your fuck buddy was in love with. However, for fighting back, I must say that I'm being an awfully good fucking sport about this. So how does rape do you? So to fucking say. I wouldn't mind going Jack the Ripper on your ass, but I don't have the right tools. You lucked out, kiddo."
He grasped her by the hair and all but threw her on the bed.
"No one's here to fucking help you now, kiddo. You're fucking mine and I'm going to make you fucking know that well before you fucking die."
(Oooh... chills. I just got chills writing that...)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 13:21:04 GMT -5
*She closed her eyes not wanting to even look at him. This was the end and she knew it.*
"Wait." She said pitifully knowing full well he probably wouldn't listen to her anymore.
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 13:25:09 GMT -5
His head tilted. He'd heard her weak plea well enough, but he wanted confirmation. Besides. He wasn't really a 'rape' kind of guy, truth be told. Maybe he'd get an interesting alternative out of her.
"You said something, kiddo?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 13:34:33 GMT -5
"Please," She choked out in between sobs, pride be damned there was too much at stake. "I'll do anything."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 14:00:56 GMT -5
"Anything at all? Well, tempted as I may be, I'm a stubborn bastard. You're dead, that's all there is to it. But I'll be willing to lighten your... sentence. Rape isn't my gig. I want my women willing, and then I kill them. Of course, I usually have conventional weapons on me..." *gestures at the wand* "But don't think that's going to deter me for a second, sugarbutt. Excuse me, kiddo."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 14:03:54 GMT -5
*She shuddered at the endearment and watched him fearfully.*
"You sicken me."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 14:28:34 GMT -5
"Thanks, sugarbutt, you made my day. So you're willing to stick with the rape? Because I'm not a patient man, this is your last chance."
(Are you gonna run away or save yourself or make someone intrude or what!? i don't REALLY wannt kill viv)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 14:37:39 GMT -5
*She looked around fearfully then back at him.*
"Please, don't." she murmured softly. There was a loud knock on the door. "COME IN!" She screamed fear making her sound hysterical, before he could stop her.
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 15:04:26 GMT -5
"Oh fuck," he murmured, taking in their nude state. Not that he was modest, by any means, but it didn't really seem like a good time for anybody to realize their favorite neighborhood CIA agent was back in town. He bared his teeth and threw the sheets at Viv with a glare and grabbed his boxers before the door had fully opened.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 15:28:01 GMT -5
*She wrapped the sheet quickly around herself and looked expectantly at the door./Please, please, be someone I can trust./ The door finally opened and revealed a highly confused Roux. Immediatly at seeing who it was she rushed over and threw herself into his arms sobbing.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 15:40:13 GMT -5
(This before or after what's happening in the po right now?)
*Roux stumbled backward under Viv's unrelenting show of affection. He knew he'd just entered a really bad scene, but he couldn't be sure what kind of a scene he'd really stumbled on. His eyes sought out Zack's instinctually, trying to find an answer.*
*Sands opted to try and play Zack. He knew his cover wouldn't last, not with fucking Vivian there to rat him out, but the longer Roux knew nothing, the better chance he'd have of finding something that could aid in his escape. So he carefully schooled his expression to blankness with a bit of confusion.*
*Judging by Viv's unsubsiding sobs, this was not your average sex. Viv looked ready to pass out from fear. And since nobody else was in the room, Zack had to have been the cause. What the hell had gone on?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 18:28:12 GMT -5
*She clung to him like her life depended on it shooting a fearful glance at the man. She couldn't even look at him too long. Burying her face in his neck she tried to pull herself together long enough to tell Roux what happend.*
"I-he was...I am." She watched as the man impersonating her boyfreind edge slowly around the room. "Don't let him leave."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2004 18:39:52 GMT -5
"Sssh... It's okay, Vivian. What's wrong? What happened in here? Why can't Zack leave?"
Sands shrugs, "Well, I sure don't know. Hormones?"
"I hate to say it but... it could very well be, Viv. Are you okay?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 12, 2004 18:42:40 GMT -5
"NO!" she cried vehmently. "He almost....he would have...I almost let him." She shuddered. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You can't let him out amongst the students."
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