Searius_BlackRavenMad
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- Posted: Tue, 08 May 2012 09:41:35 +0000
He let go to avoid letting her hurt herself, knowing exactly what she was up to. He whirled her around again and tripped her, forcing her to floor, making sure to spread her wings out so they weren't crushed. "I know what you're up to; you don't fool me for a second..." he smirked and forced her hands above her head again, pinning them with one hand to the floor while he leaned toward her face and licked her bleeding lip again, enjoying the taste of her innocent blood. "I am your master, slave girl. I control your life. I control your pain, your wounds, your voice, your everything. How far do I have to go to prove this to you?" He leaned his face to her ear, whispering into it. "Don't make me rip your wings off to teach you." He was so tempted to cut through all of his plans of torture for the taste of her blood again; oh he wanted to rip her flesh open like a monster and devour all of her blood and toss the body to his companion, Grey.
Thenking of Grey, he thought of the tower that he was guarding currently. Those two he'd tossed in there. What would he do with them? He dragged the girl up onto her feet, pulling her along toward the door, unlocking it and headed down the stairs, two at a time, not caring if the girl behind him could keep up. Several floors down, he opened another door which led into a chamber of sorts. No it wasn't the torture chamber of course, it was the holding chamber. He threw her inside onto the rough concrete floor, locking the door behind himself as he entered with her. "What to do..." he muttered, "You like to fidget a lot, so it'd be wise to keep you from moving around. Maybe the bird cage?" He pointed to one that was attached to a chain and pulley set which he'd be able to move up and down via lever at will. "Hm...but if you managed to pick the lock, I'm sure you'd jump down even from a great height."
He went to a closet and pulled out a set of leather straps and a new gag. He scooped her up and stood her up on her feet, binding her wings to her back, though making sure to leave her arms free. Attaching a leather collar to her throat over the one which came from the mansion, he led her to the cage and stepped inside with her momentarily, yanking her hands up over her head yet again to tighten a single manacle over both her wrists. "Now my little pet," he said, "You stay. I'll be back, maybe with a new friend for you." He forced a cloth cylinder into her mouth and tied it behind her head before she could answer and departed, locking the cage door and turning the lever which made the cage turn into a hanging cage. He left the room then, unlocking, slamming, and locking the door behind himself, disappearing with a whoosh of his wings.
In the other tower now, he entered via the window, looking down at his other, free slaves. "How goes it? Like your new home?" he asked to she who was listening.