As Victoria attempted to leave the dungeon door she would bump into tall chest of muscle, covered with a leather coat. "Hello." The dark voice greeted her again for a second time tonight and, sure enough, The Assassin was staring down on her again. "We meet again, Ms. Ayumi. Is my brother home?"
"Yes he is!" Dorian called up the stairs, throwing the bloody knife to the floor. Somewhere in the mix of time Dorian had also managed to free Tyler from his chains, which left his body in a heap on the floor. "What the ******** do you want?"
Victor smiled at Ayumi and would gently lead her back down the stairs of the dungeon, where he would find Dorian with the tortured and recently killed corpse of Tyler King. "Is that..." He started to say, but was quickly cut off by Dorian.
"The recently deceased body of a wanted a*****e you couldn't catch? Yes, this is Tyler King." Dorian smirked triumphantly, a speck of fresh blood still rolling down from his cheek. "So sorry for not telling you sooner, but I've been bored, you see. And when I heard that Akasun wanted Tyler dead, and that he was hiding somewhere on the island, I jumped at the challenge."
Dorian grinned and stared at Victor, who could only stare back in disbelief. The vampiric gentleman stepped pass Dorian and looked over the body, noting the many lacerations and wounds he'd been dealt. "Bored indeed...I never took you for torture, Dorian."
"It entertains you, doesn't it." He rhetorically shot back, which silence Victor for a moment.
"...fair enough. I'll take the body then, and report back to Akasun about it. I assume you've had your fun with it?" Victor asked as he slung Tyler's body over his shoulder like a sack of dead meat.
"Well, actually-" Dorian started to say, but the assassin quickly cut him off.
"I was being rhetorical." He stated in an annoyed voice. Somehow Victor felt disappointed. He thought this was going to be his chance to finally expose Dorian to Akasun, but he'd managed to snake by once again. Victor couldn't imagine how he'd done it, but Tyler was recently killed which told him that it wasn't something Dorian had wanted to do so soon. This probably threw a wrench in whatever plans Dorian had, at least. Hopefully, this would be the end of it.
"Put in a good word for me then. I went through a lot of trouble to overcome your failings." Dorian replied, chastising Victor further as he brother started to leave with the body.
Instead the assassin stopped at the steps and glanced back at his brother. "How convenient this must all be for you." He said, staring at Dorian. "This man's been tortured for days and yet he just dies the moment I'm about to walk in..."
"I didn't want you to have the pleasure of the kill." Dorian simply replied with a shrug. "You always walk around here like you own the place, you know. It pisses me off." He laughed, but continued to glare at Victor.
"So sorry about that." His brother replied, with just a hint of sarcasm. "You know," he added, glancing at Victoria. "I met with Ms. Ayumi here earlier tonight. She seemed scared that you were going to start some kind of rebellion, though she couldn't prove it."
"Did she now?" Dorian feigned ignorance while glancing over at his precious student. "Well, she knew about Tyler and must've gotten scared. Watching torture can cause such strain on the mind." He took care to stare at Ayumi while he replied, staring at her as intently as he could while hiding his anger. "Especially when that mind is already sick."
Victor smirked. Regardless of what Dorian's intentions were, he couldn't do anything about them with proof. "Well, all the same, I'd take care to watch out for her. Who knows what trouble such rumors could bring to your door, brother. Farewell, Ms. Ayumi." He then said, smugly grinning at the girl before taking his leave. The way Victor saw it, the girl chose the wrong side. When you betray someone you have to commit to it and, well, someone had to teach her that...
Ayumi refused to look either of them in the eye. Especially after being force led down to the dungeon. She remained calm and quiet, holding her right arm at the elbow with her left hand. It didn't matter what happened, she was useless to him. She could feel the anger seething out of him and the smugness that was in his brothers voice only went to show that he was making sure she would be punished for not choosing his side. So where was she now? Not trusted by either sides. This was a game she was to play very carefully, however she had lost. Not looking at Dorian, her eyes to the ground, she spoke. "If you intend to kill me. Make it quick." That was probably the best she could hope for out of this situation, was a quick death. She knew that was not a mercy to be given to her though. It didn't matter how or what she felt or why she did what she did, she had done it... and Dorian was pissed. But who wouldn't be? He trusted her and she just set his plans back ten fold.
"I'm considering it." Dorian replied, seething with anger over how embarrassingly disappointed he was with Ayumi's failure. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Can you even comprehend what a ******** up you are!? Everything I was working for, everything the both of us could ever want..." Dorian stopped himself. He was letting his anger get the best of him, closing in on Ayumi step by step as he realized that everything he did for this plan was set back. He stopped himself from outright strangling her on the spot. Instead he pulled back, cupping his face in his hand, his fingers poking out through the strands of smooth silver hair. From between his fingers, one eye still glared at Ayumi. "You are going to pay hard for this one, heheh." He started to laugh, a mad smirk breaking out across his face. "Ohhh, ahahahaa! Wooooo." Dorian breathed, releasing his anger in a long breath before hopping up and down on the balls of his feet.
His behavior seemed so strange that it would be difficult for Ayumi to tell if he was still angry or not. Dorian's next statement cleared that up for her. He stopped in front of Ayumi, putting his two hands together and raising them up in front of his face as if he were praying. It would seem Dorian had found his happy place again. "Mhmm, yeah, you're gonna pay." Suddenly, a right hook punch would slam across Ayumi's face, moving faster than someone her level could even see. It would hit her with so much force that she would be knocked to the ground, and dazed for a few moments after. Meanwhile, Dorian started to whistle happily as he would grab a handful of Ayumi's hair and firmly drag her across the floor. Continuing to whistle, Dorian would drag Ayumi over the pool of blood where Tyler's body used to be. Then he'd reach down to grab his student by the back of her tender little neck and jerk her up into the air as if she were a doll. Her master's strength was unreal, she'd never seen him use it so brutally like this before. "Here we go! Just like Tyler." Dorian said, partly to himself as he would slam the front of Ayumi's head into the stone wall to daze her further, long enough for him to lock all of her wrists and ankles into the chain locks.
This man was absolutely mad. She only looked at him for the briefest seconds when he was right in front of her, then next thing you knew she was on the ground holding her face. Due to her small structure it would have more of an impact than originally thought. Her face, half of it, was already turning a nasty purple color and she was lost as to what was going on. Her teeth bit together as she was dragged across the room by her hair only to close her mouth as her entire body, clothes, hair, and face were dragged through the pool of Tyler's blood. She could feel the once hot sticky liquid caked onto her flesh and clothes as he then squeezed incredibly hard upon her small neck, he would even feel the bones giving in a little. Next her face was slammed against the walls and she lost consciousness for a good twenty minutes. When she awoke, she would be dazed and in pain. Pain would shoot down her entire spine from her neck, her face would be half purplish black, the other side would be caked in blood, her clothes were caked in blood, as well as her long now messy cyan blue hair which was now darker in several spots due to the drying blood. She breathed lightly as to not move her facial muscles. This was probably going to result in his killing her. She spoke, but it may have only aggravated him farther. "This is... as much my failure... as it is yours." She stated with a mild laugh that was wrenched with pain. "When you replace Akasun... it will need to be because the students... want you too... not because... you deceived them... such conceptions would only... make you like Akasun... and put you in risk... of being overthrown." She was even beginning to cry at this point, tears moving down her face that took the blood with them. Her face was a mess of bruises, tears, and blood.
By the time Ayumi had awoken, Dorian had already wheeled in his cart of torture tools. It was clear to guess that the poor student was in for a very harsh discipline for her failures, and still she continued to run her mouth at her master. Dorian replied to her harsh words with a softer touch, and positioned himself behind his misguided student. Once again, she would feel the familiar warmth of her master's fingers swimming warmly over the inside of her thighs as he whispered seductively into her ear. "If I'd failed as you have, I wouldn't be in the position I am right now." He said, and played with the hem of her outfit. "And you should've known by now, that I will always...always come out on top." He added with conviction. Dorian then kissed Ayumi's cheek, the last part still undamaged or covered by her mask, before swiftly pulling loose the knot that held her outfit together. It would quickly come apart and hang loose around her body.
"That is something you never realized about me, the difference between Akasun and I." Dorian continued to say while his touch trailed up along her vulnerable sides. "I will never be overthrown, because by the time I'm through the students won't care who's in charge." In a swift pull Dorian disrobed his victim and tossed her outfit to the floor, making her feel more vulnerable in his presence than she had in a long time. "They'll have their freedom, and I'll have...well..." Dorian smirked before stepping away from Ayumi's exposed body. He walked back to his table of malicious tools and grabbed hold of a leather whip, which he cracked on the floor first to send a wave of terror down Ayumi's spine. He wanted her to know what was coming. Shortly after, Dorian readied his whip and politely finish his statement. "I'll have everything else." The first lash would whip through the air and crack across Ayumi's tender back.
Hours later, Ayumi would be hanging from the chains, naked, but covered in nasty bruises, cuts, and wounds. Blood was in strips from corners out of both sides of her lips, she could only see out of one eye due to the other one being swelled shut from the bruises. She was sure a rib or two was cracked or broken, and her back was laced with deep gashes from the whip. She even had marks around her wrists from being all that held her body in place from falling to the floor. Goosebumps littered her body due to the sheer coldness of the cellar dungeon. Suddenly she was awake again, she hated this. Looking around with her one eye, she was suffering from exhaustion and could barely move. One thing was certain though. The inner hatred that was once inside of Ayumi that had dwindled down due to love was now back and the love, if it truly still existed, was hidden so far down. All she wanted to do now was to make the two brothers pay and she would. She would. Her greatest hope, Tyler King, was dead. She would show no one any tears or mercy anymore. She would never call for help. She would never take the abuse that was given. She was out for blood. She was beaten, body broken, but her spirit. All this did was enrage her. Deep inside, something stirred. She held no loyalties to anyone and certainly to no man.
Dorian relentlessly whipped and tortured Ayumi. It was the first time he'd had to punish her so cruelly, but betrayal was not something he appreciated when it was used against him. Still, he knew he could still use her, so he stopped before he could deal any fatal injuries. That did not make the experience any less traumatic, however. After the last lash cracked against her bleeding backside, he paused to seductively licked the blood off of the whip. The fun he was having was almost enough to make him forgive her, but not quite. "Hmm..I think that'll be enough, for now." His voice echoed across the large stone room. He then approached Ayumi and observed his handiwork more closely. She seemed to have lost a lot of blood. He wondered if she would be able to manage her way back to campus on her own in this state as he trailed one of her deeper cuts with his finger. "When you're recovering in the clinic, I'd like you to think about how you can make this betrayal up to me." Dorian added before opening the cuffs that bound her to the wall, leaving her to crumple to the floor.
At the last crack of the whip, her head jerked up for the last time. Finally, he had said it would stop. Was this true or a lie? She didn't know. She just wanted the pain to stop. She just wanted the nightmare to stop. She couldn't take another whip.. she couldn't. Just at the thought of it she jammed her eyes shut and tears flooded at the corners. He was behind her, trailing his finger against a deep gash she gasped out in pure pain before having the shackles removed and her falling naked, beaten, and broken to the floor. Laying on her stomach, she barely moved her right hand forward, in a very pathetic and slow effort to grab her robe. She would attempt to slip it on and tie the front before trying to stand. Upon trying, her hand would reach the torture tray on the cart to pull herself up, miserably she fell back down, the tray spilling all of the contents onto the ground both on and around her. Her face smacked off the cold tile grounds as she laid in a mix of her blood and Tyler's. The unbruised side of her face laid flat against the cold tiles. Her last thought, is that she was going to drown on the blood puddle, before passing out. Blood seeped through the back of her kimino. The small, hundred pound, five foot tall girl, was in ruins. Her mental state, might truly now be considered normal. She now had something she was afraid of. The whip.
Dorian watched Ayumi try to crawl away and ultimately collapse in a wave of exhaustion, but not before scattering his beautiful tools on the ground. He gave an audible sigh and nudged her limp body with tip of his boot. "You're hopeless." He groaned before rolling the girl over and lifting her up gently into his arms. Looks like he would have to make the trip himself, oh well. It should be alright so long as he is quick and stays out of sight. Dorian hugged Ayumi close to him to keep her from moving around as he left his beloved cellar and ventured out to the hiking trail.
Finally appearing back at the entrance of the cellar from the medbay, she had walked down. She must have been a damn fool for coming back here but while she felt a debt to the man that had just beat the ever living s**t out of her, she decided she would repay this debt with information. Walking down the cellar, her eyes were cold and hard. Her entire body language gave off a cold shoulder kind of feel. "Your plan is not yet ruined. The island has not yet been made aware to Tyler King's death. More than likely he is being held in the med bay or by the assassin. If you elect someone to go and steal the corpse then dispose of the body yourself as not to get caught but take some of his DNA and somehow clone him, if at all possible, your plan will be back in action. My debt to you is repaid." She stated calmly as she stood there for a moment, she then turned around and would attempt to walk back up the stairs out of the cellar.
Dorian calmly stood in his room and listened to Ayumi's suggestion. He had been expecting her to return, but now it seemed like she wanted to leave again. Of course, he knew better than she did that she didn't really want to. "Repaid? Not by a long shot." The master sternly replied as he would grab the back of Ayumi's shirt and pull her back to him. "Your debt isn't repaid until we have a dead Tyler to work with again. Until then, you are going to stay here, get stronger, and then together we're going to burn this place to the ground." The silver-haired devil would continue to explain as he turned his student around to face him.
She sighed as she was grabbed by her back shirt. Turning around to face him she sighed. "Very well. Let's get started." She stated calmly. She knew the rule and was not going to listen to it for the thousandth time. So she undid her robe, let it fall, and took her underwear off as well. She stood there, ready to begin.
Dorian grew a mischievous smirk. "So eager to begin, I'm glad." He stepped back to give Ayumi ample room to train in, and went to the bookcase to get her training manuals. Out of the corner of her eye though, Ayumi could feel Dorian's eyes on her. He returned a moment later with her book on the third stage of jujitsu and handed it off to her. As the teacher did so, however, he stepped in closer and wrapped his arms around his petite student. "Train quickly, and I'll give you a treat." He whispered seductively into her ear before placing a soft kiss on her neck. Then Dorian stepped away again, but an cloned image of him remained in front of her. "What you're seeing isn't real, but you can touch it. Use it as a practice dummy for your training."
(Stage 3 Jujitsu = 5 posts (or 15 sentences). Skills and everything else will take 1 post each to learn.)
Standing there in nothing but her neon electric blue thong. She had sighed. She opened the book on Jujitsu and began to read it with very much vigor and intent. She was utterly focused on learning the skills that she had been told to learn. This was her way towards power. Her way towards becoming the true strongest. Her way, to freedom through defeat. Dorian wanted to take this island and she would help him take it if only to extract her revenge. She flipped through the pages of the book to learn tier three of the style. Oh yeah and all it's techniques. She was beginning to become cold and it would probably show on her breasts. More than likely around the n****e region. This only fueled her desire to become stronger. Once they were in control, she would not have to be naked in public or in some cave where it was cold. Way too damn cold. She flipped through the next page and learned about the next move. These moves, why were they so violent? She had no clue but one day she could possibly learn. She really needed to get clothes back on. This really sucked. Had he any idea how much being naked always sucked? The perv. She still had bruises from the ********. Smiling though, she couldn't help that she used to care for him. At this point, he was trading power for sex from her. Did this make her a whore? Probably, but one day he would release her.
Dorian pulled up a large leather chair and sat in it to watch Ayumi train. His perverted gaze lingered over every bend and jiggle she made, though that wasn't the true reason behind his mischievous grin. His eyes were the only thing watching her. When Victoria finished her jujitsu training the mirage of her master she'd been practicing against faded back into nothing. A slow clap from Dorian echoed in the cold and hollow room. "Wonderful." He praised with the slightest hint of jaded cynicism. "Absolutely wonderful. You're slowly becoming the powerful fighter you've wanted oh so badly. But you aren't done yet." Dorian would then point to the bookshelf again. "In there you will find the instruction manual for the second stage of boxing. If I recall, this stage requires you to run around a bunch to build up your speed. Well, while this room may not be large you can still run in place. Good luck. It's going to take a lot of running for you to build up your speed, but don't worry. I won't miss a minute of it." The fox-like master grinned a bit and raised another filled wine glass to Ayumi. "Cheers. You can shadow-box through the new techniques while you run."
(Stage 2 Boxing = 2 posts (or 6 sentences). Skills and everything else will take 1 post each to learn.)
