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Aim had felt her knee suddenly come up and hit his inner thigh. Had it been aimed higher and more towards the right, he may have been in trouble. He adjusted himself to where he had her free leg back under his control.Aim's tongue flicked out across her skin when he had found a savoring memory of her's. She had discovered that she was sold to the Supernaturals by her father in order to obtain money for his drinking habits. Her father couldn't have made a more stupid and selfish mistake. He had bought himself some time to survive, but he would die before his daughter would because of his course of action.
It was interesting to experience this memory, because Aim stood beside Ashlynn as she threw the rocks at the Supernaturals coming towards her. He could finally see her eyes, and they showed her raw hatred toward his kind.
The memory faded, and Aim was soon back in the castle. He was still holding Ashlynn against the wall, and her lips formed breathless curses at him for doing this to her. Aim''s lips pressed against the mark he had left on her neck kissing her lightly.
He felt the moisture of the trail of her blood on his chin. His red eyes followed it down to her collarbone. Aim's tongue pressed to the trail where it began at her throat, then followed it down to her collarbone where it ended. The feeling he experienced from feelig her breath falter, and her heart skip a beat every time he touched her, was very pleasuring to him. The expression in his eyes was reminiscent of wanting to preserve something, and wanting to destroy something.
He pulled his tongue away from her, and watched her expression intently. "I can't possibly let you die, when you have such powerful memories, and you taste so divine," he said. Aim was close enough to her so that she could feel his cold breath on her lips.
Ashlynn's anger surged even higher as her attempts to fight proved useless, and the demon even began to kiss her. Could such a creature do such a thing? She shuddered under his touch, loathing every second of it, every brush. She wished she had killed herself now before she'd been captured; at least then this creature wouldn't have the pleasure of touching her. "You feel like death and smell like rot!" she spat back at him, "You're a selfish bastard spawn from hell! Go ahead and take my memories, I don't care! See what I am, I don't care! It's more than you'll ever be, more than you'll ever have!"
She paused, and sucked in a breath. She felt like spitting at him again, she wanted to kick him, to bite and scratch at him. She wanted to kill him. He was horrible, and a monster. She could feel him leaning over her, feel his cold breath on his face.
"I'm never going to give in to you," she said, her voice low and passionate, full of all of her loathing and anger towards him and all the Supernaturals. "You can do whatever you want; torture me, have your way. Nothing...nothing will ever have me screaming for your pleasure, or begging for you to stop. You hear that? Nothing."
Aim was silent for a moment after she had finished one of her angry rants toward him. The honest truth was that she was right. She was right about him being a spawn of hell. She was right that he would touch her and use her in every way that he could... She was wrong that she didn't care. She did care. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fought back.
Aim smiled. "I hear you loud and clear, Ashlynn," he said using her name for the first time. The guards from earlier didn't have the chance to tell him her name. He discovered her name from her memories. He would learn everything about her, from the best source in the world: her.
Aim detached himself from her and grabbed her chain again. He lead her to the bed in his room, then he chained her metal link connecting to her collar to a hook next to her bed-frame. He gave it an experimental tug, then he moved himself away from her. "If you don't keep fighting, I won't have as much fun having my way with you. You're giving me more pleasure the more you fight against me," he said.
(( How would you feel about that demon from earlier that was eyeing Ashlynn coming into Aim's bedroom and trying to have his way with Ashlynn? ))
((That sounds like a good plot twist. Could she be able to fight and kinda hurt him, like handling her own against him when Aim walks in again?))"Nice," Ashlynn drawled as he chained her to the bed. She gave the chain an experimental tug, and then with a growl, reached up to pull the blindfold from her eyes. She narrowed her gaze as she glared at the demon in front of her.
She could still see a few stains of blood, her blood, around his mouth. He was tall and lean looking, but she knew that despite his appearance, he was still supernaturally strong. He was a Supernatural after all.
The only thing she hadn't expected, was that he would look so...human. And then she looked at his eyes, and knew that he wasn't human, that he could never be human. They were the dark red of old blood, and slotted like a cats. And full of pleasure at her helplessness. And at her fighting.
Her fighting gave him pleasure. Well, she didn't care. She'd still fight, fight because that was her nature. She never gave in, never surrendered to those seeking to oppress her. And whatever pleasure it gave him, he'd never have the pleasure of having conquered her. He might kill her, conquer her body, but he would never be able to have who she was.
And her name. He knew her name. From her memories. He said that he drank her memories along with her blood. He would know every little thing about her, her every fault and weakness. She didn't care. Of course she cared that he was able to take them so easily from her, cared that her memories were being stolen, but she didn't care about him knowing them.
"Say whatever you want," she said, "Your taunts and threats don't bother me. As you know already probably know, you thief, not much does bother me." She smiled then, showing all her teeth in a feral, and yet smirking, expression.
"Something that never ceases to amaze me is how many insults you can come up with for me," Aim said then his lips tugged up at the corners again and he smiled. "I'll be sure to give you a medal for your creativity. I'd tell you to get some sleep, but you won't do as I say. And since you're clever, telling you to do the opposite, and expecting you to do what I originally planned, won't work," he said then he walked towards his bedroom door. "Enjoy being able to see again," he called back to her then he walked out of his room and closed the door behind him.Not only did he get her name, Aim learned of her father's name. He had some personal business to attend to now, and he had to make an appointment with someone. He walked down the stairs away from his room and made his way down a hallway toward the records room where the Supernaturals kept track of all the humans in their area.
Aim pulled out the file with Ashlynn's last name in it. Mysteriously, the file was already up to date. Ashlynn's status was location was stated as 'Detained.' Her father's status for his location was 'Unknown'. Aim grinned.
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Virus detached himself from the wall beside the staircase after Aim had walked down the steps not long ago. He had grown bored of the lack of entertainment in this castle, and nothing was different around here.
Supernaturals were in control. Humans came. They entertained. They died. More humans came. There was nothing new to do since they were in control. The same type of humans came. They entertained in the same way. They always died. Aim's human, however, wasn't the same as the others. She was very high spirited.
Virus walked down the hallway toward Aim's room. Through the doorway, he could hear her heartbeat and he could feel her soul wavelength falter. Someone had just been fed on by a certain demon. Virus grinned then he opened the door to Aim's room and closed it behind him when he walked in.
"Believe me, I've just gotten started," Ashlynn snapped, "And I'll do what I please, thank you. No use telling me what to do in any way."And then he left, and she was alone. Immediately she began pulling on her chain, although she knew it was useless. It was still a way to vent her anger, and she muttered dire curses under all Supernaturals and especially that demon who thought himself her master.
She stopped as she heard the door open again, and turned with more insults and curses on the tip of her tongue. But then she paused when she saw it wasn't the demon, but another Supernatural.
She frowned. Did she have two masters? She really didn't wait for introductions.
"Go away," she said, her voice sharp, "If you're here to torture me, you'll have to go through my master. He already has laid claim," she said, her voice growing bitter on those last few words. "And if not, then I'll still fight you just like I fought him."
"That's I want you to do, girl. We Supernaturals are very territorial over our belongings, and that includes our human slaves. Aim has little to no interest in sharing what is his, so I know very well that he would never let me have my way with you willingly," Virus said then he walked over to her. His green eyes were as piercing and iridescent as before. "So that's why I'm going to do this while he's away," he said."It's nothing against you personally, but I can't help but want to make a statement against that bastard. And what better way than to have intercourse with his human? And it helps that you're very good looking. You're almost good looking enough to eat," Virus said. While he spoke, his voice had become more like a venomous hiss and it became enticing.
His hand suddenly hold of her arm then he threw her back onto the bed beside her. He undid the buttons on his shirt, as well as the zipper on his pants. He climbed on the bed beside her and straddled himself onto her lower body. He pinned her hands above her head with one hand, while his free hand snaked up her shirt. "Your body is practically begging for my touch, girl, and I can't possibly say no," he said.
"Get off me!" Ashlynn yelled, bucking up and twisting her torso to the side as she snarled up at him. She swung her head up and bashed him against his mouth, feeling her skull hitting his teeth with a hard shock that traveled all the way down her spine.His hand was still winding its way up underneath her shirt towards her chest, and she twisted away, but couldn't get away from his touch. A multitude of emotions flooded through her; anger, fear, hatred, and something close to panic.
The panic was what gave her the strength to yank one of her hands out of his grip, and she brought her fist crashing into the side of his face.
"Take that you bastard of hell!" she yelled as he jerked up with a hiss of surprise, his green eyes narrowing angrily at her.
She scrambled away from him and tumbled off of the bed, her shirt ripped from when his hand and dragged away. She ran as far as the chain would go and then waited, her hands raised defensively and a snarl on her face, knowing that he was going to come after her.
Virus' lip was cut when she suddenly used her head as a weapon against him. He hadn't been expecting her to manage to cut him so easily, then again, he hadn't expecting her to somehow free her hand from under his grasp and punch him in the side of his head. His head was cracked in the other direction from the punch, then his head slowly turned back towards Ashlynn.He watched her get out of her bed and get as far away from him as her chain would let her go. This was going to be more fun than he first thought.
Virus' green eyes admired her exposed chest when her shirt was torn. He licked his lips hungrily with his forked tongue. "And as a spawn of hell, I feel that it's only fair to warn you that I'm not at my full strength in this form," he said. He dropped his unbuttoned shirt to the ground, then his eyes became slotted and his face elongated. His limbs vanished and he soon took on the form of a large black serpent. His eyes were now the sizes of apples, and his serpent body was longer than a length of a small car. He hissed at her predatorily, then he lashed out at her suddenly.
Virus' body snaked around her and constricted around her squeezing his limbs and body impossibly tight. His tail had ended up resting against her leg and was flicking out across her leg. His mouth opened wide as he exposed his venomous fangs to her.
Ashlynn struggled for breath and found none as the demon wrapped his thick body around her. But she still managed to glare at him as his head rose to look at hers. She saw his long fangs and knew that they were poisonous. He was a viper. Of course they would be venomous."Go ahead," she finally managed. Her voice was a faint rasp. "Kill me. You'll be...doing...me...a favor."
She could feel his strong coils tightening even further around her, knew that any tiny bit tighter and her bones would snap like thin twigs. She struggled for air, feeling the skin of her face being pulled tight.
With the last bit of her strenght, she pursed her lips, and then blew a globule of spit at the demon serpent's face.
"Go....to hell," she gasped, and then felt the last bit of breath leave her lungs. She knew that if she didn't get anymore, this would be her last moment.
"I feel that as a spawn of hell, that it's only fair to warn you, that you sir, are a bastard," a voice said from the doorway. Aim stood in the entryway with his hands at his sides comfortably. It wasn't often that a Supernatural had to use their true form to kill a human. In a way, it was an honor since it meant that that the person witnessing it would need to be very important, or very interesting. It occurred to Aim, that Ashlynn was somehow both. Virus' head lifted oh and he met Aim's gaze. His eyes narrowed and he hissed at Aim exposing his teeth to him angrily. He squeezed Ashlynn even tighter defying the unspoken of rule that the Supernaturals had about property. "So what if I kill her, or have my way with her?" Virus seemed to say with his action. His eyes looked back to Ashlynn, then his tongue flicked out across her face tasting her. She tasted...amazing. Virus' head reared back and he suddenly widened his jaws to eat Ashlynn and he lunged toward her head.
In the same instant, Aim was suddenly beside them both and he grabbed hold of Virus' head and he ripped him apart from Ashlynn and held his viper head in his hand despite its large size. His red eyes glowed angrily at the serpent. "And it's also fair to warn you, that you won't ever take what I claim as mine again," he growled in a voice wasn't his human one.
Virus suddenly thrashed around in Aim's grip then he suddenly coiled around Aim's body this time. He wasn't going to let this son of a bitch ruin his fun this time.
He lunged toward Aim and, instead of getting a hold of Aim, his head was severed from his serpent body. Virus suddenly let of Aim and shifted back to his human form. His human head had the same expression of shock from when his head was cut off. Aim's hand that had had talons on it, returned back to his human hand, and he flexed out his fingers as he looked down at Virus' body.
"Now you won't ever take what's mine again," Aim said then he looked back over to Ashlynn.
Air rushed into Ashlynn's lungs as the demon snake uncoiled himself from around her, and she collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath like she was dying. She nearly had been dying; she'd thought, when the demon had given that last squeeze, that she would die. But she was still alive because her "master" had come back.She turned her head and watched almost blearily as her master tore the demon snake's head off almost easily. It looked like his hand became sharp blades, his fingers each long and glinting like a dagger, but then she blinked and his hand was back to normal. It could have been a trick of the light. But there was no denying that the snake demon was now dead.
Ashlynn tried to raise herself to her feet as her master walked towards her, but he strength was gone. She still glared at him as he stood next to her, and gestured weakly to her chains and then to the body of the dead demon.
"So is this is what happened to your last slave?" she murmured, her voice not yet strong enough to be any louder. But her tone was still as sharp as ever. She knew that her shirt still gaped, exposing nearly all of her chest and stomach, but she didn't care. The vital parts were still covered. "I pity that poor soul. You're not a very good master, are you?"
"It depends on how you want to define good, Ashlynn," Aim said simply with a shrug. He turned his gaze back toward the remains of Virus. It hadn't just been Virus alone who had taken Aim's last slave. Virus had had a person working along with him to cause a disruption of the peace that was Aim's world. There wasn't peace, in all honesty, in Aim's world. Aim just enjoyed having things under his control and careful watch. He hadn't expected for Virus and his partner to rape and murder Aim's ex-slave.Aim then walked over to the fire place in his room. His shoes tapping against the polished marble floor was the only source of sound in this silence. He murmured something softly, then the fire pit ignited sending up a large orange plume of engulfing flames. Aim returned back to Virus' side, then he picked up his head. "Unless you want me to take advantage of you since you look like a homeless prostitute, I suggest you get in your bed and cover yourself properly," he said to Ashlynn while not looking at her.
He picked up Virus' body as well, then he carried his remains over to the fire pit. Aim tossed Virus' remains and head into the flames which, quite literally, ate his corpse. While Aim watched the flames, he found himself, unfortunately, regressing back to his childhood when he believed himself to be normal. He was sitting in front of the fire place while his mother was in the kitchen. Aim had found himself more interested in the fire in front of him then the toys at his feet. His small hand had reached forward to touch the flames to see how it would feel to have the heat and burning flame eat away at his skin, then his mother screamed.
Aim looked back over to Ashlynn.
She hadn't moved except to get to her feet to glare at him, crossing her arms over his chest."Was that a threat?" she asked, her voice still hoarse, but she didn't mind. "So what would happen if I don't get in the bed? I'm inclined to think that getting into a bed would be the opposite of what I want to do under a threat like that. In fact," she looked at him, and then quite deliberately tore off the remains of her shirt, leaving her standing there in her black corset bra.
She suddenly realized that then her tattoo was showing, as well as the other scars of her body, but she didn't mind. He'd been in her mind; he'd have known about them. The cold air of the room tickled over her skin, but it didn't feel cold to her. She stood there, waiting for him.
((I have a bit of an idea for the story, want to hear it?))
((First off, sorry that I'm kinda absent lately. My internet has been on the fritz and prob will be for about another week -_- but I'll try to get on when I can.Annnyyyway...plot/story idea for this thread...
Ok so maybe have it be where like she ends up being under a spell or like some crazy demon wine thingy where she ends up kinda kissing him or something like that, and then the next day completely furious at herself and everything. Sorry my brain seems very confusing right now, huh? :P Anyway I was thinking it would add more confusion to the story and also more character drama. Thoughts?))
(( That'd be interesting. Possibly when someone brings her food to eat and something to drink. She at first is angry, and throws somewhat of a fit. Then she ends up giving in and eating then drinking. The drink could be something to create some more compliance in her since people don't like her disobedience. ))
((Sorry it has taken me so long to reply to this!!! My wifi should be fixed in 2 weeks. I promise i'm normally not this absent. I know how annoying it is where the one person just disappears and i'm trying to reply but it's hard because my wifi is on the fritz so please bear with me being MIA until it's fixed...But yes that does sound good!!! And maybe he could be a little surprised at her change of mind or something...yeahh....sound good?))
Aim watched Ashlynn remove the remains of her shirt from her body. His eyes concealed his feelings toward seeing her exposed body well, while the kindling and burning desire inside from his inner demon yearned for her. He wanted to not touch her, but make her his own. He took in the shape and curve of her hips when they dropped down to form her ass then her legs. He noticed the puckering and discoloration of her skin around the scars she had. Through her memories, he had learned just where they came from. Why she would expose this weakness about herself to him, had him perplexed. In a flash, Aim was in front of her. He picked up her shirt from the ground and pushed it to her making her take it. "Put this back on. You won't like me when I have you exposed, and under my mercy. I won't hesitate to bring you down, and strip you of your dignity, Ashlynn. Get into bed before I have to put you to sleep myself," he said.
Oddly enough, this reminded Aim of what it was like for him going to bed as a child. His mother scolded him and tried whatever means she could to get him to go to bed when it was late. He thought it was a game, and had always hidden from her, or set up a booby trap in his room to keep her out. Eventually, she have up on trying to put him to bed. Aim went to bed late at night, and would almost sleep through the whole day.
Ashlynn felt his eyes on her, watching as his gaze traveled down her body. She smirked slightly at him, even though his face was blank, she knew enough of what men thought when they saw a woman that he was simply concealing his true emotions. Or, perhaps he didn't have any at all? No. That wasn't true. Even if he didn't, he'd at least stolen memories of feelings from her.It was confusing, which was why she didn't bother to think about it.
"I think my dignity has already be quite removed by you, thank you very much," she snapped, raising her chin and looking defiantly at him. She refused to take the shirt back, and instead twitched her body to the side, stepping away from him. "And that is beyond use, thanks to your companion. If you want me to wear more covering, you'll have to get it yourself."
She raised an eyebrow at him, propping her hands on her hips.
"And how would you do that?" she asked sarcastically, "Unless you hit me over the head, I don't really feel sleepy now and there is no possible way short of chaining me down that will make me get into that bed. I'd rather sleep in the mud than there."
Aim's lips curved at the corners in a twisted and sinister grin that suggested that he knew something she didn't. "How did you know that I planned on hitting over your head?" he asked. He grabbed hold of her by her arm, then his chilling finger's brushed against her inner fore arm. While she tried to pull her arm away from him, his grip on her arm tightened."One thing that you should know about me, I'm a God awful liar," Aim admitted then his fingers pressed down on a pressure point in her arm which would render her unconscious. He caught her when she collapsed forward instead of falling back like people had typically done in movies. He cradled her close to his chest then he walked her over to her bed and laid her down. He pulled the blankets over her body, then he brushed several strands of her bangs away from her face. "Was that really so hard to do?" he said even though she couldn't possibly hear him. His hand retracted from her face then he walked out of her room and closed the door behind him.
Aim snapped his fingers then a servant appeared. He turned to them and said "Bring her new clothes, and make sure that she is well fed. I don't care if she refuses what you bring her, it's all she'll get. She must accept it." The person nodded their head. They couldn't protest or say no to Aim even if they tried. Their lips were stitched shut with black thread. Aim walked away from them and went to take care of more pressing matters.
The last thing that went through Ashlynn's mind as she started to slump forward, was that perhaps she'd been wrong to taunt her new master. She still hated thinking of someone as her master, but she knew that despite her sense of freedom in her mind, he was still her physical master to all eyes except hers.Ashlynn was running through the halls of the Supernatural palace. She didn't know how she knew this, because she was running down a plain black hall with doors set at various intervals. Everything else was empty. Silent.
She didn't even know why she was running as well. Chains dragged behind her from her ankles and wrists, pulled at her neck and waist. But still she knew she had to get away. Had to escape.
Ashlynn woke up with a start, and then immediately started cursing when she realized what had happened. That twice-cursed, bastard spawn of hell demon had done something to her so that she'd have no choice but to fall asleep. Who knows what had happened to her while she'd been asleep.
She sat up and immediately yelped out a startled curse when she saw a person standing next to her, sharp black lines of stitching through its lips. It was a girl, but the only way she could tell that was by the curve of its hips and the swell of its bodice. It's head was bald and face pale, the skin stretched tightly over the bone.
It held out an armload of clothing towards her, which Ashlynn shoved away with a sound of disgust as she sat up.
"Go tell your master that I'm not taking anymore of his mysterious junk and orders," she snarled, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at the blank-faced person.
Her body stood there in stunned shock for a moment though, her neck throbbing from the feel of the monster's fangs in her neck. She could feel a small trickle of blood winding its way down her neck and underneath the collar of her shirt. His body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. His hands were hard against her wrists, holding her hands above her head.
She felt helpless, and she hated it. She hated not being able to see. She hated this creature in front of her, who because he was immortal and stronger, thought that he was better than her. He was not. He was a monster. A demon.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she pulled one of her legs out from behind his pinning thigh, and brought her knee up with all the force she could muster. She didn't know if such a move would work on a Supernatural, but it was the only thing she could do. She arched her back, trying to move away from the wall, but he was too strong for her.
A thousand curses flooded into her mind, and several of them trickled past her lips in a thin breathy whisper. It was the loudest she could muster her voice, because of the sharp, painful presence of the fangs in her throat.