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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:35 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 5:07 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 5:13 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 5:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 5:27 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 5:38 pm
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Ilea gave a soft sigh and looked down for a moment, "I guess there's really no other choice...," she said softly shaking her head slightly. Then she raised her head a bit, revealing her crimson eyes glowing softly through her thick lashes, "As you wish...,' she added in a voice that carried a seductive purr to it, raising one hand to gesture at the room first, then at one wall.
The illusion faded, revealing a cell in the dungeon with bars that looked out on what could only be a torture room. From the wooden table with manacles attached to it to the instruments all lined up neatly on a nearby table, everything about the cell and the torture room beyond just screamed pain to come.
The chains against one wall in the cell streaked out and bound themselves to Telestra's arms and legs, pulling her back against the wall hard. Once the girl was secured, Ilea calmly moved over to the table with its' instruments, her hand trailing along the edge of the table, "These are for my Master to use... So I will have to be a bit more inventive in his orders for you.... You see... Before he can truly trust you... You must be broken to his hand... Trained properly... He may or may not be along soon, we move at his whim and command...," she said softly, as if she were having a calm conversation with any other person.
She turned back to Telestra, her feet moving slowly over to her so that she could raise one hand to trail her gloved fingers gently along her cheek, "You and the other soul within you...," she added, revealing that she'd felt the presence of the creature within her.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 10:48 am
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((Well, I guess this is a total bust... Fine I'll be moving along...))
Ilea wandered over to Telestra and traced a finger gently along her cheek, "I will let you rest here for now... To consider what it will truly mean to be in my Master's service... When I return, I do hope you will be feeling more cooperative to his wishes...," she purred to the woman, even leaning in to place a light, teasing kiss on her cheek.
Then she left the cell and locked it behind her, moving back over to the table of weapons in the torture room fully visible from said cell. She traced her gloved fingers along the edge of one of the knives slowly, her body shivering in remembered delight from her memories of that particular item.
Each one of the instruments held some memory or other for Ilea, she'd been on the receiving end of them so many times since her Master created her. She missed those times, times when he concentrated entirely on her, proving his skills to her in ways no other could ever hope to compare...
She moved over to the table with it's manacles at head and foot and let her fingers trace over the bindings. These chains were more symbolic to her than anything else since she could tear through them, but she never fought them when her Master used them on her.
Whatever he asked of her, she did. He was her Master, the only one she could ever love...
She looked back up at Telestra, still visible held against the wall int he cell. She considered and waved a hand gracefully, the chains letting the woman go and dropping her to the floor of the cell, "Don't bother trying to escape... You'd only die a horribly painful death if you did so... If you survive what my Master has planned for you, you would be in his service and he might teach you what you wish to know... Think about it...," she told her softly then moved for the main door, fully intending to leave the girl with her thoughts for a bit...
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:20 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:37 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:30 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:39 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 4:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 9:18 am
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There was no way to fight when Cynthia was brought here, he was simply stronger than she was. He removed her gown and boots with the aid of a knife from a nearby table then chained her to a wooden table. She could easily sense the number of lives that had been taken on the table, feel the pain that Goh had inflicted in here. She'd been expecting him to get started on her instantly. But he'd surprised her by simply turning and leaving, locking the door behind him.
So she was left alone down here with only a table of wicked-looking instruments to stare at and the cold stale scent of death filling the air. She wanted to free herself, to get out of here, but with her hands bound she couldn't work much magic. The little she did know that didn't rely on her hands, she'd sworn to Lareth she wouldn't use.
She struggled against the chains briefly then heard a frustrated sob leave her as she gave in, briefly, to tears. She knew she faced death here, truly faced it. She'd already been told that if he got to her again she'd be looking at the possibility of death at his hands. She was afraid, and had good reason to be...
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