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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:50 pm
 Grace Marie Thompsonwearing 
The ice cold water felt like she was getting burned almost. It was so cold to the point that it was causing her physical pain. Her lip quivered from the cold, and her teeth started to chatter together. Her eyes never left Dylan though. She furrowed her eyebrows when he laughed at her physical reaction to the cold. This guy was batshit crazy. At the mention of hearing her friends, Grace heard some screaming that was echoing in the halls, and though she couldn't place her finger on who it was, she was sure that it was either Cadie or Maralyn. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. She was beginning to fall numb, and that wasn't good. She opened her eyes as he moved, and squatted down in front of her. She pulled her hands against the chains, and felt the tears burning in the back of her eyes. "P-Pl-Please s-s-stop..." Grace whispered, dropping her eyes to the floor.
At this point, she couldn't afford to be stubborn. Not with the life of their baby at stake. She was not past begging for her life when it came to saving the life of her child as well. Her entire body was shuddering as the water rained over her. Her dress was sticking to her body, and her hair as well. Her eyes returned to Dylan, and she looked past him at the shelf that was attached to the wall. Among all of those things were multiple torture devices, and it only made her stomach churn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:54 pm
 Location: Warehouse/color] Company: Tommy?/color] Wearing: Wearing
Lyn tried to jerk herself out of his touch as he kissed her neck with his lips, but his arms held her fast. As she felt his teeth bite into her flesh, she inhaled a sharp breath at the pain and shock. And then even more pain flooded her body as he raised the cattle prod to a spot on her breast from Dereck. At that she couldn't help but scream in pain. The gag doing nothing but slightly muffling the sound. She flinched, tears in her eyes as he smacked the spot after turning off the electricity.
Then he was behind her. His hands roaming her body making her feel the need to vomit whatever she had eaten that day."You'll keep your filthy hands off me, if you know what's good for you.Lyn threatened, her words muffled against the gag. She had a feeling it wouldn't phase him. But how could she sit there and say nothing? A soft whimper escaped her throat as he whispered in her ear and unbuttoned her pants. Her blue looked up to stare at the ceiling. She closed them momentarily letting silent tears fall. Another scream leapt out of her throat as her eyes opened, and her leg started kicking back when he turned the prod on her foot.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:01 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy laughed at the sight of Maralyn kicking her legs to get away from the cattle prod. It surely was a sight to see, and the screams the filled the room made his heart dance. Tommy was a sadistic individual, and boy did he love making little redheads scream. Her threat to him went to empty ears, because he took the prod again, holding the button down on it as he whipped her on her back and bottom. Over, and Over until he could see giant red welts forming on her back. It was only then that he stopped, and tossed the cattle prod to the side. "Y'know, that gives me an idea..." He crossed the room in a few giant strides, and dug through his bag until he pulled out a whip. It was not like any kind of whip you would find at a sex store, no, it was a whip that had small spikes coming from the tassels. He smacked it hard against the wall, moving to where he was standing behind Maralyn again. Tommy reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back far enough so that she could see him. "Keep it up, baby. I'm gonna make you feel real good soon..." He took three steps back from Maralyn before raising his arm over his head, bringing the whip down on her lower back with a loud, echoing crack. The spikes on the tassels themselves were enough to slice open small spaces on her back, allowing blood to trickle down her back, legs, and drip off of her toes and onto the floor.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:14 pm
Hunters Rose Dylan Fleishman Dereck looked amused as she began to beg him to stop. Now she was where he wanted her. Thought she would have given more of a fight for the trouble Ace and Law had been having with this girl. But yet after a few minutes of cold water, she seemed close to putty. "And what are you going to do Grace if I turn off the water?" She had to say, had to admit to what would happen if he let her torture end short. This wasn't all for his pleasure after all. There was a hidden agenda to it all. And that was to bring down the MC's. If any of them knew these two were missing, surely they were out looking. Meaning a few of his guys could be stashing drugs in their Clubhouses. And if they didn't know they were gone, they would find out soon enough. Be hit with some heartbreaking drama.
Dylan stood, moving back to the wall. The screams he could hear coming from the room Maralyn was in only made him smile more. The whore deserved everything Tommy gave to her. She had refused him more than once, then willing gave herself to the biker scum. Hadn't he tried to be nice to her? And now he was positive he had left her in good hands.
He turned off the water, then moved to a wall behind her to turn down the temperature in the room. Coming back around Grace, his hand traced her pink scars that lined her cheeks and tucked some hair behind her ears. His touch oddly soft at the time being. "So what will it be?" 
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:21 pm
Location: Warehouse Company: Tommy Wearing: Wearing Her body tensed against each lash from the cattle prod on her back. Maralyn could feel the heat and pain of red welts rising on her back. Her screams kept coming, as her eyes closed tight, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her breath came in pants as he stopped and moved back to the black bag in front of her. Her vision was watery but she swore she saw him take out a whip... with spikes. Lyn hoped that it had not been true.
Her luck was not that good as she felt the spikes rake across her back with the tassels of the whip. At his comment Lyn had bit down hard against the gag. If she stopped giving him pleasure would he stop? However she didn't know how long she couldn't scream as she felt the spikes dig in again and again creating lines of blood that dripped down her body. Lyn didn't even feel her hands or wrists anymore as she hung there. As she tried not to scream, it seemed the tears just rushed down her face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:24 pm
Grace Marie Thompsonwearing
Grace closed her eyes at the sounds of the screams coming from the room next to her. The tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, just by hearing Maralyn scream like that made her heart ache for the woman. She could only imagine what was going on in the room next to her, and it absolutely made her feel sick to her stomach. Her eyes watched Dylan as he spoke to her, and she let out a shaky breath, looking at his face. She wasn't entirely sure what he wanted from her. What did he want her to say? That she would walk away from Orion and Dereck? "What do you want from me...." She questioned, her eyes following him as he moved around the room, finally turning off the icy fire that was raining down on her. It was like a relief, but he did something else, something she couldn't see.
When he returned to being in front of her, she cringed at the feel of his fingers gliding along the scars on her face. The scars that were caused by Ace and Law, the same scars that made her feel utterly disgusting. Hideous. At the moment, his touch was soft. It was confusing, given that the only time's she had been in situations like these were when men were, well, raping or being extremely rough with her. She pulled her face from him, eyes glaring up at him. "What the hell do you want me to say? Hmm?" She hissed, pulling against the chains again, like if she pulled hard enough she would be able to escape.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:28 pm
Jasper Jasper smiled, walking up to Cadie as she stepped out ready to go. His thumb genlty rubbed over her cheek before he kissed her lips."You look stunning. No one could say otherwise. He stepped back and motioned for Cadie to lead him out of the apartment."If you are ready." Jasp followed her out, and helped her get into the truck before he moved to the driver's side and started driving away."So what did you get at the store?"He asked with a sneaking smile, trying to keep his eyes on the road and not the girl next to him.
He looked down to his phone with a frown when it went off as they pulled into the clubhouse lot. He read the text quickly from Orion after shutting the truck off.[ Jasper waited for Cadence before walking into the house. When he saw Orion, he looked to him curiously, "What happened man?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:33 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy furrowed his eyebrows when she stopped screaming, and he could feel his own anger bubbling inside of him. Despite being fairly happy and charismatic, he was starting to get mad that she was not putting a show on for her friend and Dylan. He lifted the whip again, lashing it down against the back of her thighs, letting out a huff of breath as he did so. Tommy did this over and over, and with such force that he was beginning to sweat. His face was getting a little red with the force he was using to whip the woman before him. "Aw, baby. Don't cry.." He tossed the whip to the side and walked around her, his index finger gliding along the inside of her panties as he circled her, coming to her face. "I'm gonna take this gag out, cause I want to hear you scream my name." The gag slipped over her head, and he dropped it at her feet. Tommy ran his fingertips along her skin, over her breasts, and down her stomach. "It is such a shame that you let that biker a*****e mark you like this. He marked you like an animal, like you are his b***h." His hands moved to cup her face roughly, holding her so that she had no other option but to look at him. He slowly grinned at her, and moved to lick her tears from her cheeks, planting a kiss right under her eyes. "I can see why Dylan wanted you so bad...." He reached around and gripped onto her rear, while his other hand pulled a knife from his pocket. With the flick of his wrists, he cut off her panties and pulled them off of her, stepping back for a moment to look her up and down. "Hope those weren't your favorite pair...you'll have to get new ones, babe." He closed the distance again, this time moving to stand behind her. His pants dropped to the floor, and his hand snaked around to grip on to her throat. "Tell me how you want it, honey..." He whispered into her ear, pressing himself against her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:35 pm
Dylan Fleishman Dylan laughed at her antics to move away from him,"Your stuck. You're only hurting yourself by trying to fight it." As she asked him what he wanted from her;; what he wanted her to say. He seemed to think a little, with a finger resting on his chin. His bofy moved to be in front of her, leaning down so his face was inches from her's and his hands rested on the arms of the cold chair. "How about for starters you tell me how to break apart the MC's? Any in-house beefs? Trouble between the two? Secrets? Then we can lead to you calling both men and telling them you are through with them. " At leas that would be the start. What else would he have from her? Everything. He pushed his frame away from her and went to a table along a wall under hanging torture tools. He lit a three wicked candle with the light in his pocket, before sticking on end of a small round metal piece into the flame. His body was relaxed against the table as he watched her, waiting for her answer.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:48 pm
Grace Marie Thompsonwearing
Grace let out a shaky breath, and she blinked away tears that were pooling in her eyes. When he moved close to her she caught her breath in her throat, looking into his eyes with her blue ones. He was not a bad looking man, if anything he was damn good looking, but he was evil. The room around them was beginning to get cold, and it was then that she realized he had moved to a thermostat, dropping the temperature in the room so that she would begin to freeze. When he mentioned what information he wanted from her, she looked down to the ground, shaking her head. "I don't get involved with their business. I don't know anything. They don't tell me, and I don't ask.." She was speaking lowly.
When Dylan said that she was going to call Dereck and Orion and tell them she was done with them, she felt her heart break a little. She couldn't do that. Dereck was her brother, Orion was her lover. The father of their child. Her mouth hung open, dumbfounded that he was asking such things of her. She was silent as he moved about, grabbing something and holding it to a flame. Was he going to burn her? Brand her? She closed her mouth and pursed her lips together, letting her eyes wander around the room. Oh, how she wanted Orion to show up. She wanted him to take her away from this evil son of a b***h. "I live here, I work here...I can't just..." She shook her head and bit down on her lip, feeling her panic slowly rising inside of her. "I can't just tell them I am done with them, and not have them come after me...And-and they would know that it isn't me..they would know that you are forcing me to say it.." The screams from the other room stopped for a moment, but were soon resumed.
Grace cringed, and she could feel herself beginning to shiver again. Starting in her core and slowly radiating out. She swallowed hard, and looked Dylan up and down, raising an eyebrow at him. "If I do that...then what? Then what happens to me.." She asked, crossing one leg over the other, attempting to do anything to give herself a little warmth. That caused her dress to move up her legs, exposing more of her tan skin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:48 pm
Location: Warehouse Company: Tommy Wearing: Wearing If Lyn thought she was walking out of this place before, now she doubted it. Her thighs screamed in pain. Once her feet it the floor, she was sure she would crumble. And she wouldn't be able to crawl fast enough to get away. Fresh tears started falling at the thought. And then he stopped, throwing the whip to the side and to touch the skin covered by her underwear. Her body shaking from pain, and the ilk of having him touch her.
After he took the gag out of her mouth and tossed it on the floor Lyn spit blood into his face. "You'll be waiting a long time to hear me say anything about you."Lyn's voice a barely audible whisper at this point. Her eyes shut tight as she attempted to rip her chin from his grip and get away from his tongue and lips on her face. Lyn only stared at the man, her blue eyes icy daggers after he stepped back to look at her mostly naked form. Then he was behind her, pressing against her. She could feel his skin against hers. Her small frame shuddering, and yet tense against his since her throat was in his hands as his voice was in her ear. Lyn's voice was soft and hoarse from all the screaming she had just done as she told him, I don't want anything from you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:58 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy merely wiped her spit from his face, and he spread it across her breasts and bra, sneering at her. "You gotta be a good girl, now. Unless you want me to bring out some more toys..." He moved his hand from her throat, and gripped onto her bare hips with his rough hands. He was rubbing her hips gently, keeping his body pressed against her own. "You are gonna be begging me to be inside of you. You are not going to want me to use any of my other toys on you..." He was looming over her shoulder, and he bit down into her as he took her. His assault on her was nowhere near gentle, and he took his time. He relished in the feel of their bodies together, skin to skin. His hands moved from holding her hips, to gripping her hair and even onto her throat again. The assault on her lasted maybe about ten minutes, and when he was finished her merely pulled his pants back up and walked around the front, to face her. Tommy had droplets of sweat dripping down the sides of his face, to which he brought his arm up and wiped them away. "Damn girl..." He sucked his teeth and admired her for a moment before going back to his bag of toys, reaching around inside of it. As he dug through it, he was humming a tune, and his foot was tapping on the floor. He would pull out certain tools, and upon holding them up to Maralyn he would shake his head and move on. It was only when he found a blowtorch that a smile passed over his face. He held it up and walked over to her, turning it on. "You gonna tell me that you want to be back with Dylan...I mean, if he will even still want you after this..but I can assure you that Dereck won't even look your way anymore.." He placed his hand on his hip, and eyed Maralyn as she thought about her choices.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 4:00 pm
Brenen Lawrence
When Brenen heard there was nothing but guns in the shop, he was so enraged he could barely feel his face. His hands shook. He took several shots of Tequila, followed by a line of cocaine, for the energy, then he stewed in his hatred.
She was making a fool out of him. Traitor whore was likely in bed with the Angels, laughing at his anguish over his brother's death. Probably celebrating his death. She had a heart as black as tar, black enough to match her hair. Well, if she loved black so much, wonder how she'd like being surrounded in white?
He shuffled around the warehouse until he found several cans of white paint and paint brushes, hidden in a heap of paint cans, rollers, brushes, and trays, under a large blue tarp.
He began painting an empty room at the back of the top floor of the warehouse. He meticulously painted every corner, fold, crack and space, from floor to ceiling. Then tossed a chair in there and dumped white paint all over it. He rubbed the paint into every particle of that chair with his bare hands.
He stood in the stark white room, already feeling disoriented himself, and knowing it would surely do the trick with Wren, he felt satisfied. But what if she wasn't afraid of white like he assumed? Surely being immobile would do the trick.
He staggered down stairs to his bike and hopped on, taking a long drive to the closest Mental Health Hospital in the county, and stumbled his way inside. He found a directory that mapped a route to the severe case ward on the 8th floor, Ward D, and creeped his way up, avoiding cameras and bustling nurses and staff.
It was a busy day, they didn't have time to question him as he slipped through doors behind staff, hugging walls hallway after hallway, up stair cases, keeping his head down.
At some point, he found himself in a medicinal closet, he snatched upt a bottle of chloroform, a few syringes, and several bottles of seductive. He snuck out into an empty hall way and continued his search for Ward D. He found it another floor up, through heavy double doors at the end of a long, wide hallway, completely empty of any staff or visitors. There was a huge sign above the doors that said Ward D.
Ward D was mainly rows of padded rooms side by side. Near the entrance was a cabinet filled with towels, bedding, cot mattresses, straight jackets and muzzles.. He grabbed a jacket, a heavy thing made of heavy duty canvas fabric and leather belts, and a muzzle, also all leather and metal buckles, with breathing holes punched out of the stiff leather. He stuffed both into the satchel he'd brought along, in with the other stolen items, and made he way back out. There were a few inquisitive looks from Staff, but he wasn't stopped, as he had no medical brackets to cause alarm.
Out he went and mounted his bike once more, slamming the petal to start it a little harder than necessary, as he couldn't feel his limbs very well and had lost some depth perception. He was coming down from the cocaine, and would need another line if he wanted to keep from crashing. He swerved in and out of traffic on the interstate heading back, going far too fast and making reckless decisions, weaving in and out of cars. He didn't care, his goal was back in Greensville at a pretty little tattoo Parlor and a girl with curly black hair. She'd be like a tiny black speck in the middle of the big white room. He grinned menacingly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 4:00 pm
Dylan Fleishman Dylan shook a finger at her, "You know you say you don't know anything, but I find that hard to believe when you are dating one President and you grew up with the other. There's a lot of history there baby."His brown eyes turned to the piece of metal in his hand. It was an old family heirloom. An old wax seal with a calligraphy capital 'F' in the middle of a couple close circles. It resembled the brand his family used for cattle. However on the small scale of course. The tips of it were just starting to glow a slight orange.
Dylan's eyes turned back to her, still holding the piece in the flames with one hand. "I think you can be creative enough. Sincere enough even to convince them that your feed up with their s**t. You know them, know exactly how to twist the knife." Twist the knife straight in their hearts. The clubs would crumble without their Presidents. That he as sure of. Especially the Reapers that had been created by Dereck to begin with. Oh yea he had done his own research as well.
His gaze turned back to see the metal piece glowing a red. He took it out of the flame and stepped towards her. As she crossed her legs making her dress hem rise, he licked his lips. Dylan squated down directly in front of her, his free hand being placed on her thigh, beginning to float against her skin up towards her core. Her dress moved aside as his hand moved up, reveling her panties. His hand kept traveling, bunching fabric to expose a hip. He moved her panties aside a little,"Then Grace, since you life spreading your legs for bikers, you can spread them for the new club in town." With a smirk, he pressed the glowing end of the was seal to the area of her hip he had exposed. Pressing against her skin, he let the hot metal kiss into her skin for a minute or two before pulling it away. "See you're branded as ours now."He told her softly, before laying a kiss on her thigh.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 4:15 pm
Location: Warehouse Company: Tommy Wearing: Wearing Her body was tense and still has he had his way with it. When he bit the other side of her neck, a soft cry of pain escapped her lips. And then he was back to grabbing her hair and gripping around her throat. Tears marked her face as she closed her eyes to his assault.
As he let go and walked away from her form, Lyn felt her limp for swing softly back and forth a little bit. Her eyes opened as she heard him rummaging through his bag to watch what would be the next round of pain.She didn't know how much more she could take. She shook, shaking her head as he came closer with a blowtorch flaming. "Please...don't...just kill me already."Her voice soft, hoarse, weak. She couldn't go back to being with Dylan. He had ordered this freak to torture her! Lyn never wanted to be with him again before all this, and now she would die first. That she could do. Since she was probably worthless now anyway. Of course Dereck wouldn't want her like this or ever again. The man in front of her had completely defiled her body. Lyn was surprised it was still mostly held together.
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