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Post by Bakery on Aug 26, 2014 18:15:52 GMT -8
This whelps babbling was getting annoying. His words were pointless and meaningless...Ah, and there it was. Back to the insults. Couldn't he be less annoying? At least stick to one tactic- play nice or play mean- neither would change the outcome.
"You stupid child." Rorik said with a sickening smile, unable to help himself. The young ones were always so naive and idiotic.
It was all he said- anything else would be just filling the air- and boy did he not want to do that. Watching Calix squirm was entertaining, in the least. It was almost a game to see which attitude he'd take on once more, which card he'd throw out blindly.
Rorik wondered how well he played poker. With as much as he was showing right now, he didn't seem to have a poker face. And his anxiousness...He should save that for when he had to drag Seraphina's body into the elevator.
The elevator dinged and opened up into a containment room- where four tables with straps had been prepared. He dragged Drexel over to one and hoisted him up onto it, strapping him in. He then turned to Calix, his eyes no longer holding any of the interest. "Bring out your weapon and give it to me now, or have me force it out of you later. The second is excruciatingly painful- if you ever get the chance, ask Khalida about it. I've done it to her before and her results and reactions were simply astounding. The amount of pain was off the charts- a solid twenty on a scale of one to ten, if I could mark it myself." he gave a bit of a distant smile, remembering the moment. His eyes flashed with an emotion of lust- a fire that was started from a bitter sickness. "I would love to see how that fares with you, but either way I will give you the choice of only having the pain in your ankle or adding more pain later." he shrugged carelessly.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 27, 2014 8:53:04 GMT -8
Silence was the worse. Especially with Rorik. He could hear his heart above everything else. And the worse was that Drexel didn't even look peaceful. A part of him wondered if he could summon Erisanna, but then quickly he thought better of it. She would just come alone, and probably think nothing of it. Probably, she wouldn't even tell Rucian or Callaghan. His heart nearly burst when he saw the room. All he wanted to do was cry. Fear hit him so hard he couldn't breathe. This guy was the real deal. This place was the real deal. If he ever lived through this, he would never forgive Drexel or Seraphina for letting him come.
He would never think of himself strong enough to ever face the world again.
And it might have been selfish, but he would never forgive Rucian for not saving him.
In reality, though, never really lasted that long. Calix pressed his lips tightly together and he glared at Rorik with all his might. Pain didn't sound fun, and it looked like he already was getting enough of it. He pulled out his bow and used it to help himself stand. He limped over to Rorik, trying to hold himself with as much dignity as possible. He handed the bow over, trying not to shake standing so close to the man. It was worse than sitting down.
Then, he limped over to a table and sat himself onto it, breathing shakily. "You're a sadist." He pointed out, again. And then he pressed his lips together. As Rorik said, he was only a child. He broke. Calix pulled up his leg with the foot that didn't hurt, and he pressed his head against it. He just met Erisanna, and now she was going to lose him. His eyes closed and he sat like that, waiting for Rorik to threaten him again.
Perhaps he should have pulled out his arrow, but either way, he would be able to continue to pull it out, no matter where Rorik put it. He hoped Rorik realized that, too.
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Post by Bakery on Aug 27, 2014 10:46:40 GMT -8
"Hm." was all Rorik offered in response, motioning over to the table next to the one Drexel was strapped to. "Lay down."
If he did as he was ordered too, Rorik would strap Calix down the same as he had strapped Drexel down- making sure that Calix couldn't move an inch even if he wanted to.
With that out of the way, he turned back to the elevator, Calix's bow in hand. He began to whistle as he walked, pulling out a remote that seemed to operate the elevator and stepping inside before he turned and sent a glare back to Calix. "Try anything and your ankle will feel much worse."
When he returned, he had Seraphina and Khalida's bodies with him, dragging each female to the two tables next to Calix and strapping them in as he did before- but he only put tape on Seraphina's mouth. He left Khalida's untaped and with a sadistic look in his eye he glanced at the four of them, satisfied.
Rorik turned back to the elevator and pulled out the rest of the weapons- holding each of them carefully in his arms as he disappeared behind a door. Once more the man returned, this time in a long white coat and gloves, carrying a clipboard in his arms that held a bundle of cloth rolled up.
"Now then...Time to get to work.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 27, 2014 11:45:52 GMT -8
Calix's heart beat was erratic. He tried not to flinch away from Rorik's touch, but he truly hated the man touching him. The hatred burned in his throat and turned into acid. Alone in the room, the silence killed him. Cold sweat gathered on his back, and he shook in the bonding, to see how well it was put on. With Rorik gone, he let his breath heighten and for his fear to show. "D-Drexel?" Calix looked over at him, but he didn't move. Naked fear crawled onto Calix's face and the need to scream filled his lungs. Though, Rorik returned and he quickly covered it all up, fighting to remain neutral.
The man kept disappearing. It was more frightening to be alone, the only person awake. Though, he hoped Rorik would never return, even if it meant that he would be nervous and frightened for that long.
Too soon, Rorik returned. The ability to speak failed Calix and he could only stare at him. Shaking his head, Calix looked around him. There was no escape, and no one to help. They all were damned. All because of Drexel. And because of him. He had to trip. He had to mess up his ankle which throbbed and ached. It should have been elevated, not bound. Calix tried to control his breath, but that was hard. "What are you going to do to us?" He asked again, giving a glare as strong as a puppy's.
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Post by Bakery on Aug 27, 2014 15:15:08 GMT -8
He'd already answered that question and was not about to repeat himself. He'd said it once- and his answer still rang true. He would do everything and anything he wanted to do with these perfect test subjects. Having already had a few things in mind, all he had to do now was put down the observed differences and then wait for them all to awaken- well, most of them.
Rorik said nothing as he walked over to Seraphina, studying her face as he glanced down at his clipboard. He wrote a few things down before checking again, this time actually touching her cheek with his gloved hand. He opened both eyelids and took out a flashlight to point directly into them, 'hmming' about something before scribbling down something more on his clipboard.
Being honest with himself, he wasn't sure whom to start with. There were too many personal preferences to choose from. As much as he wanted to defile the King's prized possession Seraphina, he'd also wanted to check up on his own Bondmate. Not to mention he had Callaghan's second Bondmate right in his hands- and a completely new subject all his own- despite this subject being the product of Marcellus.
They were all just so tempting. It was as if he had to pick what kind of candy he'd wanted to eat first- right before dinner, too- and he was a drooling, excited child.
Moving onto Drexel he did the same procedure as he had with Seraphina- before moving on to Calix. He'd save the best for last- and take his time with his darling Bondmate, Khalida.
"Stare into the light." he ordered as he took out his flashlight and pointed it at Calix, studying him and repeating the process for a third time. When that was over with, he cast a longing glance at Khalida and gave a content sigh. "If only you were awake, my dear. It has been so long since I have been able to test on you directly...This is a day of celebration indeed! So many choices and each so tempting..But you're my favourite." he gave a sickening smile as he swept her red hair out of her face, taking his forefinger and tracing her jaw lightly.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 27, 2014 16:34:45 GMT -8
Calix watched Rorik, his stomach twisting with sickness and thick hatred. When he came over, he couldn't help but struggle against the binding, only to immediately stop because there was no way he could get out. "Why-" His voice cut off and his reaction was to squint against the light. It hurt. Then, he forced himself to do as he was asked. A part of him wanted to spit in Rorik, but he didn't have the spit power, nor did he trust Rorik not to use his twisted foot against him. "What the heck is that for?"
He watched Rorik touch Khalida and rolled his eyes when he spoke to poor Khalida. "Well, you know, if you hadn't of knocked her out, she could have been squirming to your delight. So, do you hire people to help with your sexual tendencies, or do you just kidnap them and handle yourself from the memories?"
Such vulgar speak cost Calix a deep blush and he laid his head back down, trying to calm himself. Deep breaths. That's what he needed. His eyes closed and he focused on breathing, figuring that Rorik wouldn't answer him anyways. He felt exposed, and vulnerable. He hated it. That's what he should focus on. The hate.
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Post by Bakery on Aug 27, 2014 19:49:00 GMT -8
"Research." Was all Rorik said in response to Calix's complaints- and even then he wasn't completely focused on the boy. He had chosen his delicacy- testing on his own Bondmate- first, above the others. At least, only a little bit. He had gotten out a completely new clipboard, one with many more papers attached to it, and began writing different things down as he studied her.
He did, however, cast a glance toward Calix with a raised eyebrow. He said nothing in return- mostly due to the fact he didn't find this sexual at all.
That part, considering the tests, would come later. As of now, he was just seeing how much Khalida had grown- a being of his own creation changing- who wouldn't find that fascinating?
Once he was finished with that he sadly put away the clipboards and moved to grab a chair and pull it in front of the four tables, sitting so he was slightly above the rest of them. He began to clean his nails, tapping his foot to a beat in his head as he crossed his legs at the knees. Soon he would whistle carelessly, waiting for the others to awaken.
The poster children needed to be awake for the next part- otherwise it was going to be even more difficult. The real question is how he would stimulate each of them to get what he wanted...The only two he really wouldn't know would be the youngest, Calix and the eldest, Seraphina.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 27, 2014 20:29:34 GMT -8
Calix laid there for who knows how long. He did everything and anything to get his mind off the situation. He went from playing notes of his violin in his head, to tapping tunes on the table below him. He also thought of all the things he would scream at Marcellus if he were still alive. And he thought about Erisanna. A lot. He thought about how pretty she was, and that he couldn't believe he found her. And, as your atypical boy, he thought of some other things too. Mostly just how it would feel like to kiss her soft lips. When that got over with, he imagined Rucian and Callaghan, replaying their day together again. He remembered his embarrassing hug, which was just last nighy, but if he knew he would be where he was the next day, he was sure he would have held Rucian tighter and closer.
He really wanted a hug right then. Gods, Rorik's tapping was annoying. When he was about to snap, he heard movement beside him, and then the familiar yanking of the binding. His head snapped up and he glanced over at Drexel, who tore at his binds. "Drexel, stop. It won't do anything."
"Fuck!" Drexel snapped and looked over at Calix. "Ah, fuck..." His face fell. "He got all of you."
"We weren't very organized. By the way, before you say much else, he is over there. What was is name again? Rick? Ick?"
"Rorik." Drexel stared at the ceiling, not being able to find all the anger he had before. "Cal-"
"Don't," Hostility made Calix snarl, he glared at the ceiling. "Don't you dare apologize."
Drexel fell silent and he closed his eyes. "What happened?" He finally spoke after a bit, his heart squeezing. He opened up to search Callaghan's emotions and found contentment there, but worry and everything else was hidden there. He was going to have a nightmare that night.
"After you got knocked out, Seraphina got knocked out, and Khalida got knocked out. I ran and twisted my ankle. He dragged us all down to this place and he was checking up on all of us and took an especially long time with Khalida." Calix spoke quietly, but it didn't matter. Their voices carried.
"You don't have your weapon?" Drexel didn't even bother making his voice quiet.
"No. I don't fancy pain." Calix stared at the ceiling, feeling guilty for snapping at Drexel. "Not angry anymore?"
"I could get angry, but it's exhausting." He replied, now his voice lowering with guilt.
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Post by Bakery on Aug 28, 2014 20:11:24 GMT -8
"Shame." Rorik mentioned to the comment of Calix not fancying pain, but kept his smirk and snide comments to himself for a little longer.
Two of four...
Seraphina awoke next, a sharp gasp throwing her into conciousness, her purple eyes snapping open wide as she gasped for air. "Khalid-" she called but soon she quieted, her eyes landing on Khalida. She only tried to sit up once- and regretted it.
Gods damn it. Damn everything. Damn her, damn the others, damn Rorik and damn these fucking binds!
She turned her head to look at Calix, her eyes hard and frozen- void of emotion. She could just barely see Drexel's outline behind the boy. "Oh gods...Don't tell me he got us all..." she muttered and turned her head forward, looking up.
Was this...Was this fear? This emotion running through her, making her heart race- the panic settling into her throat making her want to scream and kick and shout and bust out of her. It was unsettling and derailing any focus she could summon...She'd attempt to call Rucian- but what use was that? He couldn't do anything...She wouldn't let him..Not against this demon.
Rorik, who had been sitting and waiting patiently, flickered his eyes up to Seraphina, scanning from her to the two others- before settling on Khalida- who had awoken quietly and wordlessly. More than once she had woken up in this kind of situation- it wasn't anything new.
"Well, well, well...If it isn't the poster children." Rorik stood with a smile, clapping slowly and calming, pausing in between. His eyes scanned across the group. "It is so nice of you to stop by and visit...Now, who's ready for a little party? I hope you're all prepared with aroused attentions...Because we're going to be doing quite a bit in the next few hours- and your cooperation is expected. If it is not given then I will be forced to make you sing for me with your screams..And as we already have one who has proclaimed to not fancy pain- I'd unfortunately assume the rest of you follow the same suit."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 28, 2014 20:48:46 GMT -8
"Gods," Drexel growled, "I hate him." Then he paused, his mouth drying. He didn't... no. He didn't, did he? He said aroused. His whole body instantly prickled in disgust. If this man tries to touch me... Pain? Drexel pressed his lips tightly together and then tried to look at Khalida. His heart nearly tore with the guilt inside of him. He put all of this onto all of them... It was all his fault--
No. It was Rorik's fault.
"P-Please t-t-tell me," Calix stuttered. It felt like his entire body was melting into flames of embarrassment, "Th-that aroused means something other than what I've acquired to know it as."
Instead of playing Rorik's game, Drexel automatically decided to play his own games. "Well, I don't know what game you plan on playing, Rorik. But I don't really swing that way. I hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested. Now," Drexel talked in a sweet voice as if he weren't the one strapped down and was baby-talking Rorik, "why don't you undo these binds and I could make you sing your own song."
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