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XXXXXXXXXX••• Sateen ••• Zetsumei •••XXXXXXXXXX
You Can't Keep Me Locked Away Forever. I Will Be Free. And I Will Seek Revenge.
Entering Mr. Kaino holding cells for his industrial trade. You'll find it much more gloomy than the rest of his 'store'. It was a cold place, filled with depression and anger. Blood stained the floors of the cells that once held some of Mr.Kaino's merchendises. Many come and go, mainly the most desierable ones are the ones who will give in easily and obey their new 'master'. But the others, well, they don't think this is right at all, and right against the system that holds them here. They are normally the one's who are thrown back into the cells after maybe a week of dificult times for their 'master'. People like in the far right corner. A cell that has known its prisoner for many many years now. In the far right corner of a dark cell and damp cell, a figure could be seen. A woman with wild and crazy earth toned hair with cuts on her face and something shining on her right arm. Her clothing was torn here and there from a perivous fight she had just finished with a guard about an hour and a half ago. She could still play it over and over in her mind because of how fresh it was to her. It was memories like this one, that makes her wish she was allowed to forget things. That was never the case. She never forgot anything. Ever.
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- "Oi. You there. Your name?" She could hear the sound of the crude man's voice calling to her from the cell bars. She was sitting in the left corner at the time, her knees tightly held to her chest with her arms lazily ontop of them while her head was leaning back. She said nothing, ignoring the man who rudly interupted her thoughts. Her eyes were closed, her dark eyelids not willing to move just becasue she was being called to. "Oi! I said. Tell me your name." He said a bit more forcefully this time, it was easy to tell he wasn't used to the disobediant slaves yet. His keys could be heard ratteling in his hands as he fumbeled to find the skeliton key that opened all cell doors. A key that all guards are given so the sellign process could be quickened in pace. It was not incommon for the new slaves to have must of their will intact. Only, nothing was new here but the guard. Sateen, had been here for years now, more than she'd care to remember. She could hear the door opening. "Bad choses in life can only be learned through expereance I supose." She thought lightly to herself as she took in a small breath as she slowly stood up wth her eyes closed and back pressed against the corner of her cell. A smirk on her face as she felt the man walked closer to her.
He took out a metal pole with electricity zipping through it, another thing all guards had inorder to 'keep the peace'. Walking up closer to her, she could feel the warmth his body gave off. He, would feel none from her, her skin was almost always cold. He walked up infront of her and looked her over, she was hardly in an apropreate outfit for anything, still in the clothes her last 'master' forced her to put on before she nearly killed him with a simple butter spoon. Using his free hand to forced her face to look to him. She let him, courious to see how far he is willing to take this. "I said. Tell me your name slave." He looked her over for a moment, waiting to hear her name. All he recived, was nothing. Well, you could imaning that this upset him quiet a bit, she could even feel his heart rate start to pick up and his blood pressure as well. "This man, should never have been allowed to be a guard." He took the pole and brought it closer to her face. "Tell me your god damm name!" He spoke now through his teeth, his face slightly red with anger. When he, yet again, reviced no responce from Otsanda, he went to touch her pale ivory skin with the electric baton. Her eyes snapped open.
The next thing she knew was she was being bombarded with at least five hefty guards. Blood everywhere along with the bodie of the first guard who entered into her cell. His face was stuck on an expression of pure terror. Other slaves, the newer one's, lenaed against their bars to try and get a look about what was going on while the more experianced one's simply sat in their cells, being used to Sateen's disobrdiant and rebelious nature. Red was splattered everywhere, on the walls, the floor, and on Sateen herslef. All guards were equiped with electricity and whips, ropes, chains. Anything that was a wepon that could be made to hold an electrical current, all used to hold down her struggeling and visious figure. It was truly amazing how something so thin and patet, could bring down and kill two men three times her size while the rest of them continued to fight her. When they finally had a hold on her, they took a neddle filled with a toxous amount of anistetics and seditives. Something that would kill a normal human if injected. They did this to try to put her to sleep. The only problem wiht that was, she never slept. So the best they could do was to hand over a very druged Sateen. Her yees rolling around in her head, and even then, she tried to struggel, only her attemps were futile.
When she was able to think again she found herself back in her cell. The guards had simply thrown her inside without a care if she got hurt or anything. The blood was still there, but the bodies were missing. The only pleasure Sateen got from that, was knowing that she was possibly the main cuase for the guard's death in this place. She weakly pushed herself up, still feeling the effects fo the seditived and other coktail of drugs that was forced into her. "I hate needles." She thought to herself as she rubbed the back of her neck, adjusting herself so she was sitting upright. She looked to her side and saw something new attached to her arm. A metal band. Only when she saw it did she realize that her arm was throbbing with emense pain that seemed to be from no where. If she were gullable, she would have thought it was a strange new bandage from where they stuck the needel in her, but then again, Sateen's not that gullable. There was a note for her in front of her perosn that she saw once she looked down in frustration after trying to take the damn thing off, finding that doing so made her want to scream with pain. She took the note between ehr fingers, not really wanting to touch it much. Her dark eyes started to read the note that was obviously for her. It read...
Becasue of your constant behavior you have left us no choise but to equiped you with this special band. It is attached to you by your bone, musel, and your nerve system. If activated an electric shock can be sent through your entier body. This would be very painful for you I imagen. Whoever finds thenself to be willing enough to be your master. They will gain full power over this device. And over you.
You brought this on yourself Mrs. Zetsumei.
You brought this on yourself Mrs. Zetsumei.
Sateen groaned with annoiance as she lifted herself half way up and moved herself to the right corner of her cell, one of the only places left that wasn't covered in the blood of another. Moving her legs to he chest she wrapped her arms around her knees and lay her head upon them. She closed her eyes and hit her head against her knees a few times. Today, she had lost just a bit more of her will power. This was not acceptible. She knew she had to find a way to get some back, and with this new band, she knew it was going to be harder. She rolled her eyes inwardly as she thought about how sumg the guards would be now that she had this thing on her arm. She knew that they would never go near her without that remote in their hands. She felt like screaming, but that too would break her vow of scilance. Oh yes, Sateen hasn't spoken sence she got to this place. Not even to the owner himself. She refused, it was the one thing that she knew they couldn't force her to do. A person can not force another to speak. At least they haven't yet.
