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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:08 am
 Ciara flinched as he moved closer but sharply looked back at him her gaze unwavering. She wanted to push further, she wanted him to break into anger but an alarm went of in her when he spoke. Nothing ever manipulated her, not even her previous masters but when he spoke it brought back an old familiar feeling. She feared him. She sat still her body not betraying her but she lowered her eyes turning her head. Everything she felt could be read by looking into them and she refused to let him see it. "Yes. . . ." She muttered between gritted teeth the word tasting foul in her mouth. She pulled away from him her hands clenched tight in fists at her side.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 12:37 am
 Finally, Hector could see that he had started to chip away at that hard, outer shell of the slave's defenses. Now he was getting somewhere. The girl's body language was convoluted...was she putting up another defense? Was she trying to contain her emotions? He didn't know, for care for that matter. "See, was that so hard?" he teased the female at the end of the chain, his face and voice slowly but surely becoming more playful. "Now, look at me and say that...and I'll give you a little reward. Then we can play our game." Sure, he had heard her, but he wanted eye contact. He wanted her to look at him straight in the eye, to exert power over her with one little gaze.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:57 am
Ciara bit down on her teeth suppressing the urge to say exactly what she thought. Her hands kept in tight fists at her side to control her anger. "What must I say?" She spoke the words slowly and softly her head still turned to the side. She wanted to avoid him at all costs. Her patience where tested and she knew he was enjoying this torture on her. She gathered herself removing all feeling and turned back to him but kept her eyes lowered to the rug. She could take any physical torture but this was worse. She despised humiliation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:27 pm
The girl's hands had formed into tight, tension-filled fists...obviously she was trying to restrain some emotion from him. Hector couldn't figure out if it was anger, fear or tears she was holding back, but he'd find out eventually. Right now he had to make the situation clear to his prisoner.
"Like I said before..." Hector explained, "...if you have something to say, say it to my face. All I want you to do is say 'yes' again while looking at me. Do that, and I will reward you.". His piercing gaze was fixed on the girl, eagerly awaiting her next course of action.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 12:16 am
She looked up at him after regaining herself making eye contact with him. "Yes." She kept her gaze to his unwavering not moving a muscle. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the chain dangling by her side. He was close enough to give it enough slack. She moved out under him her right hand taking hold of the chain in a tight fist as she moved slowly. She eyed his neck her other hand finding the other end of the chain. Her heart slowed and she imagined him struggling under her seeing him draw his last breath. Her eyes shined dangerously narrowing it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 6:53 pm
The moment the girl finally made eye contact, he gave a curved, sadistic grin. Finally she had obeyed him. The grin was just as quickly wiped from his face as the slave made her move. She had the gall to go and mess with the chain attached to her neck. The way she eyed his sculpted neck didn't really help the situation either. It was all a bit disconcerting to Hector.
A nasty scowl slowly made its appearance on the man's face, obviously a bit angry as the girl was closing the gap between the two of them. "So, this is the way's it's going to be?" Hector muttered as he gradually rose from his comfy chair. The sinister look in the slave's eyes clearly displayed the hate she had for him...he got the feeling she was going to try something. Something that involved causing him pain.
In a flash, Hector's right leg tensed up and flew through the air, smacking the girl right in the middle of her chest. The force of the impact would surely knock the wind out of her and would at least unbalance her stance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:01 am
She stepped back at the contact shielding her body with both arms crossed before her chest. She coughed as the air got hit out of her body. She kept her eye on him knowing the worst thing that could happen would be to get caught of guard. She was prevented from shifting but a growl creped out of her her eyes darkening. "You knew how it was going to be the first time I stepped in here. I'm a fighter not someone’s pet plaything." She spoke loudly. With a hard yank on the chain she managed to pull the chain from his hand. She pulled it to her then held it between her hands waiting. She had it all figured out. All she had to do was get to the window.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:13 pm
Hector brought his hands together in front of his chest, making a fist and cracking the knuckles, preparing himself for his next move. "Stupid girl..." he uttered distastefully from his throat, "...I knew you were no pushover. I wanted to enjoy breaking you, bending you to my will.". A cunning sneer creased his pristine face. "Seeing you transform from a warrior of a woman to a groveling slave will make my heart sing. You'll be wrapped around my finger sooner than you think." With that, he suddenly charged at the girl, delivering a crushing blow from his fist purposely into her abdomen, instead of her cheek like most people would. He didn't want to ruin her pretty face after all. He'd bruise, burn, cut and mark every other part of her skin, but her face was too beautiful to mess with.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:13 am
She was ready for the blow but the strength of it caught her of guard. She stumbled back almost folding in but caught herself quickly. She was light on her feet and moved away fast. She knew another blow like that would take her down. With a fast motion she moved in behind him and hooked the chain around his neck pulling him towards her and pulling the chain tighter. She leaned in close to him her lips at his ear as she whispered. "Over my dead body. Nothing can break me!" She uttered every word slowly to emphasize them speaking through gritted teeth. She tightened the chain more turning it tight around both fisted hands. Her heart was beating fast as she took small steps back to the window. She was so close to being free her mind racing through everything she learned on street. Her history made her deadly but it taught her to think and act fast.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:29 pm
The girl sure knew how to move, but Hector would never acknowledge that openly. It seemed like in mere seconds, she had the upper hand in this situation. The tight chain around his porcelain neck greatly inhibited his breathing, and would surely leave a discolored ring for a while. Having his air supply abruptly cut off sent the man into a bit of a panic. All his mind could say to his body was 'Get it off...get the chain off...'. His leather-gloved hands instinctively grasped in vein at the metallic garrote, trying to rid it from his now bruised throat.
All of a sudden, a spark on an idea popped into Hector's head amongst the chaos. He could kill two birds with one stone. Hector tilted his body backward, letting his dead weight fall to the ground both crushing the girl and pinning her beneath him. She would be sandwiched between his back and the chilly floor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 3:13 am
Ciara fell back unable to stop herself. Her hands where locked tightly by the chain making it hard to loosen it as she fell. His body crushed down on her and she struggled for some breath. On impact the chain loosened around his neck enough for him to breath. Her eyes closed and she tried to wedge her knees in between them so she can slip out under him but found his dead weight too hard to move. She struggled wildly under him fighting as hard as she could. Starting to panic she tried to undo the chains around her hands the shortage of air slowing her reactions. She stopped struggling concentrating on her restricted breathing to prevent her from suffocating.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:17 pm
The chain finally loosened from its place around Hector's neck. As he gulped down air, his lungs began to calm themselves now that they were filled with precious oxygen. An odd feeling came from underneath him, and he realized the girl was fiercely struggling to free herself. Eventually he realized something: she was panicking.
A dark, menacing grin slowly grew across his face. Now he had her right where he wanted her. Eventually she stopped flopping around like a fish out of water, and he wondered why. The ears on his head picked up something faint but all too recognizable. The girl's breathing was labored and shallow, tell-tale signs she was struggling to breathe. An idea formed in his mind, and his grin grew even wider and toothier.
"Listen, slave..." he commanded as he reached behind himself to firmly grab her chain, "...I believe I have the upper hand now, don't you agree?". A sinister chuckle rose up from deep in his throat and he continued, "How about we strike a deal.". With that, he waited for expected response of something rebellious and standoffish from this brat of a slave. Maybe she'd surprise him. He couldn't know for sure, as she was still new to him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:08 am
Ciara listened closely to him her teeth clenched tight after each word. He was right. She knew he was right. If she could only get him off of her she could get back on her feet but each ragged breath told her she was trapped. She wondered if he knew why she went still. If he thought she gave up. Her eyes closed and she tried moving again but much slower. She grunted as a sharp pang of pain shot through her arm. It was locked under his body at a strange angel making the movement hurt. She went still once more thinking of her options.
"What deal?" The words came out soft and slow. She needed to get him of as soon as possible. If it meant she had to make a deal with the devil than so be it. She would not let her pride cost her her life.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:38 pm
The further struggles came as no surprise to Hector. He knew she'd fight every step of the way, stubborn girl. "The deal I had in mind is simple.", he explained with his evil smirk plastered across his face, "So simple, even a naive slave like you can understand. You want to live, right? You want to enjoy life and all it's glories. Well, I'll let you live...".
He gave a strong yank on the chain attached to the girl's collar, emphasizing his next phrase, "...on two conditions. One: stop fighting me and this life of servitude you've gotten yourself into. Two: Do not run away from me. Heh, even if you did, the fence that surrounds the perimeter of my large property is electrified. So don't get any ideas.". His head tilted to try and steal a glance at his slave, and spoke one more time. "Promise to do these things for me, and I won't suffocate you right here and now. Dying like won't be a pleasant experience for you, trust me. I've done it before. "
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:39 am
Ciara went dead quiet. She hated him with every painful breath she took. Her fists loosened and she laid numbly under him. She closed her eyes and took a big breath as much as she could. "I wont be able to stop fighting you. I can't. But i promise not to run." She spoke so softly the words coming out as a whisper. She hated herself hated her weakness and hated her submission to him. She kept her eyes closed her body ready for his decision. The strain was getting to her
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