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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:02 pm
Lysander had never really wanted to hit someone as much in his life as he did Melvin right there. He just knew it wouldn't work and ultimately putting that much negative energy into the world would only swing back on him threefold.
"I left her and Odette everything." he said coldly.
"And I'd rather not talk about this, I did enough talking about it in court when I lost her."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:05 pm
"Alright." He said, letting the conversation drop as he set his coffee down on a pod and taking out the box of Red Hots in his pocket.
"What do you want to talk about?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:06 pm
"It's really hard to choose a subject to talk about when all I can think about is how much I'd like to do to you if I could."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:10 pm
"Then tell me that. Tell me about all the horrible things you'd do to me if the cameras were off, I was back to a trainee's status, and there would be no repercussions for your actions?" He said, watching him as he popped a few candies into his mouth. "I doubt your imagination is that creative."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:34 pm
"Oh my imagination is fine." Lysander said lazily, looking away from the pod where he'd been eyeing Fred with idle interest. He stalked away from it to look Melvin over.
"If there were no repercussions, if everything was lawless and you were powerless, I'd do so many things to you and you might even enjoy some of them because you seem like a really ******** up sort of guy." Lysander was used to getting his own way and that had bred in him something entitled and dark, mercifully tempered by a very healthy concience but nevertheless a side of him that normally turned his stomach.
Given reign to roam wild he could think of any number of things.
"I think first I'd shove my sword right through your shoulder, stick you to the wall like a pig, because you are a pig. Next would be your throat, making sure you couldn't talk ever again, making sure you couldn't ask any more horrible vicious questions. Oh I'd do so much s**t Melvin, so many things I can't even list them. It would be an adventure, seeing what made you react and what made you hurt and following those things to the very root. I'd find out how to make you apologise and then I'd find out how to make you beg. Right now though its all a bit impatient, a bit urgent. I'd probably mostly just want to kick the s**t out of you for a bit, punch you till I cut my knuckles across your smug face, leave a few bruises, see how it looked on you."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Happy?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:53 pm
There were few people that actually caused Melvin to look up, and he did, letting the hot cinnamon candies melt in his mouth as he turned his attention on what Lysander had to say. Degradation. Humiliation. Violence. Power play. Ways to punish but also fell justification - a security in grinding someone to dust and feeling the world was better for it.
"That's it?" He said, not flinching, not impressed, but otherwise a bit amused. "What makes me such a pig when you can think of such pretty pictures in your mind of what to do to me?"
"The thing is - you're just a little late to a lot of those experiences. You wouldn't be my first. Just a sloppy second, and sloppy because I doubt what you'd offer have any art to it. You might see yourself as some sort of untouchable executive, but not a god and not a monster. You haven't killed before. You haven't died before. You haven't lived another life only to have it taken over and over again. You've never seen anyone torn limb from limb or chewed before your very eyes. Or even how powerless you can be even with a weapon in your hands. To see the very insignificance of your own existence before a massive power. You can't even hold your sword with any real bite to it."
"Have you ever been dissected before? Have had bugs crawl under your skin?" He looked up at him with a smile. "I don't think you're serious about what you say anyways. I could find a place where there would be no repercussions and you'd never break me, but then what would I get? A wasted evening."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:05 pm
Lysander wasn't upset by the way Melvin tried to blow him off and he'd expected the other man to try and one-up him. He looked bored as he almost tuned out his list of horrible things which had happened to him the way he tuned out everything. Ros wasn't even there to note the things that mattered.
"I've not had those things happen to me because I have control of my life, but if you are quite done crying over your lifetime of problems then I guess I'll concede that I wouldn't want someone's sloppy seconds, I wouldn't want something tainted, something disgusting, something diseased."
He waved a hand vaguely. "In school they told us about how some people are like tape, where if you just stick them to something, peel them off, stick them again and again and again they just lose their stickiness. You remind me of that lint-covered gross bit of tape. If you can't even be broken then you are already broke and that's..ugh."
"It's a big yawn." and he yawned to make his point.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:18 pm
He was biting into the candies as Lysander spoke about his justification of why Melvin wasn't worth it, how he was lowly, which wasn't something special considering how Lysander seemed to think of anyone who didn't have credit cards without limits and summer homes. None of this bothered him - until one word rose up from the man's lips and caused him to look up from his box of candies.
something diseased.
The tattoo on his neck felt flaming hot as he watched him ramble, continuing to talk about his schooldays, all the while Melvin set the box of candies slowly by his coffee and moved over.
Without waiting, he shot his legs out under the man, sweeping them. Tall as he was, he didn't care how hard he hit the ground or if he bounced against any equipment on his way down. The moment he was on the ground, Melvin was on top of him, turning him to his stomach and grabbing his arms behind him. If Lysander was going to keep saying what he did was assault, well he might as well show him what real assault was to get a good comparison of how nice be had been before.
His other hand went into his hard and pressed his face down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:26 pm
Lysander wasn't expecting an attack at all and went down as hard as someone of his height could go down, knocking the air out of his lungs and making a startled sound of surprise. He didn't like pain when it was directed at him or violence and his distress levels were very very high very very quickly.
He found himself twisted up and with his face pressed to the floor, panic coursing in his veins as his weapon told him to fight back but he refused to.
"Get OFF ME." he said, his voice a little high pitched "ILL CALL FOR HELP YOU a*****e"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:31 pm
He knelt down to speak into his ear. "If you scream, I'll put something dirty in your mouth to gag you. Then we can't have a conversation. Now, are you going to scream and be gagged, or talk and not make this a lot worse for you?" He said, keeping the same tight pressure on him.
"It's still a while before our shift ends. No one is going to come down here for a while yet. How long do you think you can scream before I cut you off?" He waited for him to respond.
"Are you going to be a good boy?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:39 pm
Lysander couldn't deal with slights to his dignity or freedom and responded with absolute defiance in every single line of his body. Even pinned to the floor the way he was he snarled like an animal. "******** yourself!" he spat. "You can't hurt me, you'd get in so much trouble. SO MUCH. So just get off me and I'll only report you for almost breaking important machines."
He tried to twist, looking to reach for his phone, knowing he could call Roswell if he could only reach it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 5:47 pm
"You know someone on this island once tore an arm off another hunter and is still working on the island. If they didn't kill him off, they won't kill me." He whispered into his ear, and squeezed his thighs to keep Lysander from bucking.
"Whoa there little pony. We just started." And he watched where Lysander's hands were moving. Releasing Lysander's head, he reached against his side into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Want me to take a pic of you eating dirt and post it to your Twitter?" He asked, looking down at him.
"You should stop bouncing around. You're wrinkling your suit." And he set a hand into his hair, gently combing it with his hand until he undid the tie and let it unravel. "And your nice hair is getting all dirty. You know they don't clean down here."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 6:14 pm
Lysander didn't believe the comments about the arm one bit, assuming it was just bluster to try and scare him. He wasn't scared, he was just completely and utterly furious instead.
Having his phone taken was a violation but one he could do nothing about, resenting absolutely the feeling of the other man straddling his back, pinning him.
"Don't you ******** dare." he snarled at the contact with his hair, Melvin's touch sending shudders of revulsion though him. His hair was his most important feature, long and perfectly tended and groomed, even undid from where he had it tied back looking shiny and healthy with a subtle crimp from being pinned up.
"No!" he snapped. "Stop! You sadistic b*****d, what the HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 6:30 pm
"Well now I'm going to have to gag you." He said, and leaned his weight back, looking Lysander over. He first reached into his thigh pocket, dumping out the contents to the floor beside him, and then he slid his palms flat against his a** into back pockets, dumping whatever else was in there before he pulled out a handkerchief. It was a lucky guess a rich a*****e would have one, and he held it up to see it monogrammed because of course he would have it monogrammed. He gave it a lick to make it wet.
Leaning forward again, he pressed the handkerchief into the ground beside Lysander's head so he could see him move the fabric around the floor and then balled it up. "I told you to be good, and you weren't. Now look what you are making me do because You can't behave like a good boy." He balled up the fabric and pushed it against his mouth.
"If you say Please, then I'll stop but only if you don't keep shouting. I was liking our little talk before you had to be so crude. Can you just stop being so difficult? Can we just be calm a moment?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 6:41 pm
Lysander inwardly was soothing himself with how hard he was going to report Melvin for this s**t the moment he got a chance and how much it was going to be sweet to see the guy eat backlash for this bullshit.
The feeling of hands on his a**, even if it was to rifle his pockets was completely unwanted and he snarled and swore even more than he had been. He mostly had random things with him, some small hand carved trinkets, stones and other things like that, along with a wallet which held mostly photos of his daughter and not much else.
He spat and tried to turn his head away from the handkerchief, firmly gritting his teeth, but at least it forced him to stop yelling, instead in a state of complete mortification and locked up anger.
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