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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 7:56 am
this is a role play between lets-fondue and iiMiquet.
DNP.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 8:16 am
  ====================☮==================== Even as she awoke, Charlie knew something was wrong. Her head pounded, and she felt something matted at the base of her hairline. Her wrists and ankles felt raw and sore. Something was definitely wrong. She'd been out late, heading to her sister's apartment... Then nothing. Her blue eyes slowly opened, vision blurred. "Wh-what-...?" as she tried to speak, her voice cracked. She broke off into a fit of dry coughs, her throat scratchy and sore. As her coughing broke off, she allowed herself to look around. It was a somewhat dark room, but it was fairly clean. A bed, a toilet, a sink with a cabinet. It was sparsely decorated, and had no windows. It must've been a basement. She was sitting in a chair at the far side of the room, near the bed. Her wrists and ankles were roped tightly to the chair, leaving no room for movement. She began to tug at the restraints, her calm demeanor vanishing, when she saw someone by the door. He was just sitting there, a tray on his lap. Charlie was too far to see what was on the tray, but she didn't want to know. "N-No! P-please! Pl...please just leave me alone!" she cried, beginning to tug at the restraints harder.
As she struggled against the ropes, feeling her skin rub raw beneath them, she was acutely aware of the pain in the base of her skull. Someone had hit her, hard. She'd been kidnapped. What was going to happen? What did this guy want with her? Usually composed and calm, Charlotte was now terrified. Her clothes were dirty and torn, her favorite white blouse doing little to cover her skin. Her skirt and leggings were much the same. Her shoes and headband, as well as her jewelry, were entirely missing. Tears began to stream from her eyes. The blonde hung her head, not struggling any more but shaking and heaving with sobs."No... Please," she whimpered softly, feeling weak and defeated. In the back of her head, the girl wondered how long it'd been. Her stomach was empty, and she felt desperately thirsty.
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On a window-sill sat a boy of seventeen years. He was currently reading one of his favourite novels, The Two Towers, from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, when a pair of bright white headlights flashed through his rain-speckled window. His father, Charles, was pulling into the driveway and Damian knew that he wasn't alone. He reluctantly turned his head to gaze out the window and watched as his father slammed the door shut before circling around to the trunk, retrieving and cradling something that was wrapped in a blanket. Through the heavy rain, Damian could make out a pair of limp legs dangling from his fathers arms and a full head of platinum blonde hair. Charles' newest play-toy. Damian's lips set into a grim line and when the man disappeared form his line of sight, he leaned his head back against the window frame and shut his eyes in exasperation.
"Damian!" he heard Charles holler. Hastily, the boy stood up and marked the page he was on and tossed the book onto the bed on his way out. He moved down the hallway towards the staircase where his father was awaiting him at the bottom. "Tie her up. Securely. I don't want her trying to escape like the last one almost did." Damian gave a silent few nods at his command as the unconscious female was shifted into his arms. Charles disappeared while Damian carefully transferred the girl down the creaky staircase into the dark basement, where a wooden chair was awaiting their arrival along with a roll of thin rope. Although the basement was spacious, it was scarcely furnished and quite obviously unfinished. Several planks of wood, pipes and cobwebs mazed the ceiling above and the painting on the walls was chipping away bit by bit.
With one final jerk of the ropes, he finished tying each of her ankles securely to the front two legs of the chair and wrists to the back. The knots were just tight enough to ensure that she would stay bound to the chair, although not enough to cut off blood circulation.
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It was the morning after when he was called upon once more. This time, he was asked to deliver a tray of bread and water to their new houseguest and Damian complied without question. Over the years, he had learned that it was best to just keep his mouth shut and do as he was told, even when he didn't necessarily accede to it. However, he did manage to sneak a few slices of salami onto the tray when his father had left the room. No one could survive on strictly bread.
Damian walked quietly down the stairs and when he saw that the girl was still unconscious, he pressed his lips together and lowered himself into a chair and began to wait. It was only a matter of minutes before he heard her start to rouse. He observed her from his seat, staying silent, the intermingled impotent feelings of sadness, guilt and impuissance overwhelming him when she began to panic. "I-I'm not going to hurt you.." he finally said, in a voice that was meant to be reassuring and comforting. He doubted she believed him, though. Damian stood up and walked closer, speaking as he went. "Here, I brought you some food and water. Please eat.." One of the other girls refused to eat which was why she ended up dying of starvation. He wasn't about to let that happen again.
iiMiquet hope this was ok! apologies it took so long :c
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:54 am
====================☮==================== Charlotte's chest heaved as she cried. Her breathing was ragged, and she quaked with fear and tiredness. After a few moments, she lifted her head. His voice roused her fear once more. Her eyes widened, lips parting. She leaned into the back of the chair, whimpering as he neared her. "D-don't come near me...! Stay back!" she cried, shaking her head fervently. "I want to go home!" While his voice was calm and comforting, she didn't trust him one bit. She woke up locked in a basement and was supposed to believe the guy watching her didn't do it? Unless he didn't, a rational part of her brain screamed. The blonde's wide, blue eyes were puffy and red from crying. Ac Charlie began to feel calm again, she noticed the chill in the room. Goosebumps rose along her exposed skin. He was closer now, as well.
Charlotte gave a soft whimper, looking down at her bindings. Her wrists and ankles were raw and red, with blood even seeping out from under the rope in some places. Alongside this, her entire body was sore, and she didn't know why. Her blue eyes roamed the room, looking for any possible exit, but found only one. It seemed her only chance was the boy in front of her. She looked at him, cringing slightly. "What do you want from me? Why am I hear?" she demanded, her voice filled with both fear and anger. She was scared at what he might do to her, but angry at the world for putting her in such a situation.
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