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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 9:05 pm
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Sakara
Sakara subconsciously felt her new Master's thoughts force their way into her mind and a shiver ran through her body. The figure emitted a dark chuckle when Damian entered her nightmare, vanishing before he could get a closer look at the sinister Master. Blood still staining her cheek though the wound was healed, Sakara watched numbly as the dreadful dungeon in her memories was cleared away by the unseen hellish creature. Damian's embrace, though tender, shocked her mind back into the present, his reassuring touch all at once making her feel safe and yet suffocated.
Sakara felt herself pressed against her Master's chest as his whispered words flowed down to her, promising the impossible; for even if he managed to protect her from physical pain, he couldn't completely stop the emotional pain she was feeling. Sakara's strength seeped from her body along with the fear, leaving it up to Damian to keep her from falling to the floor. It seemed so much easier to give in, to let him take away her worries. Yet even as she thought that, she felt her heart rebuking her with a painful sting of distrust. Even though he had been trying to help her, Damian intruded into her mind, a place where none of her other Masters had been able to pry. That he could violate her in such a personal way and have her unable to stop him made Sakara realize just how much she was relying on his mercy. He only needed to decide she wasn't worth it and he could make her completely defenseless. "Thank you, Master." She spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. Taking a shaky breath and keeping her eyes fixed on his white shirt she plead pitifully with him. "Could I please take a shower Master?" Sakara hated the fact that her body was covered in dried blood, the only proof left of her beatings. She already felt helpless, she no longer wanted the evidence of how true it was.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 8:10 am
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damion could feel her apprehension about his psychic display, and it ..... well it stung him.... He had in honest only been trying to help. He had post traumatic stress disorder from the battles and the things he had seen. There would have been times when he would have begged for someone to take the hell away for even a moment. Just so he could breathe for a second and be at peace, without those demons clawing at his mind for every second of every day. However, he knew he had overstepped her boundaries, and knew he could not take it back. As she fell away from him he reached out and caught her, his hands nimbly flipping her into a Princess carry. "You absolutely may take a shower." He said with a smile. "You dont even have to ask here." He said as he carried her to his bedchambers. He carried her into his carpeted bed room and moved as though he were going to place her feet on the ground. ~Sakura wont forgive you for that touch.~ said a darker voice inside of him. ~You should have known better that to extend your power like that. Especially for something as trivial as a flashback. You are too weak to be a good master for her. Too soft, like a babys a**.~ The voice chuckled in Damion's mind. Damion narrowed his eyes only slightly as he retorted. Any temptation and I will clear you away too you lack headed moron. I tried to help her and all you can do is cut me down. How about this, Why dont you take a long walk off a short pier into a shark frenzy? Damion shot back. The voice recided with a chuckle as always. Damion sighed and held her back against his chest. "Im truly sorry for invading you like that. It was an impulse when I saw your mind leave your eyes...."He closed his eyes and hung his head in shame. Not that he hung it all that much, but it was still aimed down and his face was set in a regretting expression. With that he turned to leave, his heart like a stone in his chest. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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Ferocity into gentleness... stubborn into mentoring... Devastation into kindness.... Warrior Preacher of Peace and Righteousness to all. Thats what makes this angry monster into a man |
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:59 am
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Sakara
Unlike her Master, she had given in to the nightmares, accepting them as part of her life that she couldn't avoid; making it all the more disconcerting for her when he simply wiped them away. It wasn't Damian's fault though, he had tried to help her in what he thought was the best way. Of course, it also wasn't fair having to fight against the Master that had not only stolen her heart, but broken it as well. Everything from her most precious moments to her weaknesses that she had entrusted to the one she loved, had been used by that man to torment her. It was only to be expected that she was now wary that anything with the potential to be manipulated against her, would be.
Lifted into her Master's arms, Sakara buried her face into his chest. There were no words to describe how much she wanted to dispel her suspicions and just believe that he wouldn't abuse her. Grateful as she was to him for accepting her plea, she said nothing more to him as he took her back to his rooms. Instead she internally fought against her experiences that were trying to tear down her hopes that he could actually be a kind Master.
Sakara felt Damian begin to lower her and she lifted her head away from him, stepping lithely onto the ground. Turning to face him, she was surprised to feel his arms wrap around her and pull her back towards him. His words struck at her disbelief, forcing it back for a moment with how heartfelt his voice sounded. He released her, shame and regret apparent in his features as he turned to leave. Without him, her worries converged on her all at once... and she shoved back. Sakara reached out before he could take more than a couple of steps away from her, grabbing onto the back of his shirt. "Please don't leave me." She begged him. "I don't care if you break me, but please don't leave." Just looking into her eyes would tell him that despite what she said, she was still afraid that he would indeed 'break' her. Yet an even stronger desire, one to be loved, showed itself through her fear. Sakara had been hurt even more because of her love, but she had always been hurt by her Master's whether they said they loved her or not. Knowing that all too well, she wanted to have his affection, even if it was false, for as long as he was willing to give it to her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 5:45 am
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 11:10 am
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Sakara
Sakara leaned into his gentle touch, her eyes closed, soothed by the sound of his deep voice. Startled, her eyes fluttered open as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close once more. It only took her a second to shake off the feeling, however, and nestle into his embrace. Her cheeks warmed as Damian's lips touched her forehead unexpectedly, yet it also confused her. She was used to Masters that just took what they wanted, and if he loved her, surely he desired to do more than just kiss her forehead, but he made no move to do anything further. Sakara looked shyly up at her Master when he pulled away and was met with a warm smile. Her eyes flitted to the door he motioned to and then back to him, she reluctantly released her grip on him and nodded mutely. Without a second glance back, she slipped silently into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
As soon as the door clicked shut, her mind began spinning in dizzying circles, she gave up trying to make sense of the confusing things her Master had done. Yet without Damian beside her, she couldn't help but wonder again whether he was acting, but if that was true he would have to be as good a liar as Rakazi. Sakara shook her head violently, as if that could remove the memories of her old Master and began to unlace her bodice. It wasn't so easy to rid herself of him though and she couldn't help but imagine the man's amused smile if he could see her in her current state: distressed so thoroughly just because a man confessed his love to her. Rakazi would also undoubtedly be thrilled to know that most of the turmoil was in fact caused by him. The beautiful silk dress fell to the floor and Sakara stepped lightly into the shower. She flinched instinctively away as the first drops of water hit her bare skin and then watched with relief as the blood was washed off of her body and the murky red water disappeared down the drain. Her heart lifted with the hope that it would be the last time she would have to wash her own blood off after having been tortured by her Master. Still, her fingers automatically moved to her rib cage, just below her right breast, where a collection of five black diamonds in the shape of a star were burned into her skin; and her hopes shattered. Sakara slid to the shower floor, wrapping her arms around her legs and burying her head into her knees, heedless of the water that continued to fall on her. All the commotion in her mind ceased, taken over by one daunting thought, that she would never be free of him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:28 am
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 8:02 pm
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Sakara
The hopelessness enveloped Sakara as she sat on the shower floor, emotionally broken. Drops of hot water turned to ice in her hair and collected in a freezing pool around her feet, as if attempting to mimic the girl's dreary thoughts. It seemed an eternity she sat there trapped by the mere thought of her last cruel Master, when she was finally interrupted by Damian's hesitant voice slipping through the closed door. Sakara's head jerked up, stopping just before it hit the wall behind her. The meaning of his words failed to get through to her, leaving her with only the instinctual understanding that when her Master called, she was to go to him. She forced herself onto her feet and felt the ice turn back to liquid, dousing her with frigid water. Frantically reaching to turn off the shower, she managed stop the water just as Damian's voice faded away. Sakara felt the urgency to get to her Master all the more now that she could no longer hear him; and still dripping wet, she stepped out of the shower onto the bathroom floor. She darted forward, her first two steps steady, but as her foot touched the tiles for the third time, she felt her leg begin to slip out from under her; without thinking, Sakara grasped for the counter...
A loud crash could be heard through the door, followed by the startled cry of his slave. Choosing to open the door would reveal Sakara pushing herself up into a sitting position, with most everything that had been on the counter now scattered around her in the shallow puddle of water. The girl's long wet hair clung to her naked body and spilled onto the floor, a small cut on her right shoulder began to bleed, tracing red patterns down along her arm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:07 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 10:06 am
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Sakara
Sakara had barely managed to push herself into a kneeling position when the door swung violently open. She cringed instinctively away from it, sitting back on her heels. Her heart sped up fearfully, he had to be angry at her for making a mess and breaking his things. Eyes shut tight, still she didn't even attempt to avoid the hands she was certain would harm her.
Damian's arm lightly brushed past her side and then she felt his hand press gently onto her back, warming her cold skin. Pulled into his tender embrace, her eyes fluttered open in surprise, he wasn't angry? Sakara glanced curiously up at his face, only to have her eyes flit back down to his clothes when he returned her gaze. Damian's hand lifted to her face, softly tracing along her cheek, and she felt herself lean slightly into his soothing touch. His question stopped her though, and she bit her bottom lip lightly. Embarrassed not only for her mistake but also that she had made her Master worry about her when there wasn't anything wrong, except for the blood on her arm, which she hadn't even noticed in the first place. "I'm sorry, Master, I slipped." Sakara whispered tentatively.
OOC: I'm sorry, my life has been hectic and I haven't even been on a computer at all until recently. sweatdrop |
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 6:22 pm
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Sakara
Just as her eyes slid away from his, her instinctual fear was shoved away and she couldn't help but berate herself. Of course he wasn't angry, this was her new Master who had neglected to punish her for anything as of yet. Still not looking at his face, Sakara barely noticed his gaze tracing her body for any other injuries. Water glimmered off her flawlessly white skin, there wasn't any other cuts on her whatsoever, not even the slightest discoloration to indicate previous scarring and when his eyes returned to her shoulder the scratch was completely gone, leaving only the blood behind. Yet, hidden mostly by the girl's long blue hair that clung to her skin was the smallest hint of black under her right breast.
Sakara felt his arms move then, shifting so he could pick her up and she clung to him, burying her face in his shirt. "I'm sorry." She whispered again, her voice muffled by his clothing. She didn't try to look up at him or see where they were going as he carried her back into his bedroom, but obediently released her grip on him when he set her on the bed. No sooner had she let go, however, she was faced with the immediate realization that she was wearing nothing. As quickly as she could, she moved her arms to cover herself, but peculiarly, one hand moved to hide the spot on her rib cage just below her right breast. 'Did he see?' Sakara thought anxiously, her heart skipping a beat. Afraid to see the answer to her inward question shown on her Master's face, she shifted her gaze down and to the side of her.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 7:46 pm
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damion turned from her after he set her down on his bed, but he had noticed the blackened flesh under her breast. Black, the only time that skin turned that color was when it had been burned by a lingering heat. A brand. Other than that it would be frostbite, which seemed slightly unlikely. She moved to cover her self, not only for modesty's sake but to hide the brand. She is either embarrassed of it, or afraid of my reaction. His face darkened as he picked up the things that had been knocked over and retrieved her dress from the floor of the bathroom. He also collected a towel for her to dry herself with. When he returned to the bedroom he was no longer glowering, but smiled slightly. "My dear you mustn't worry about the mess. i understand accidents happen. I was just worried about you. Are you alright?" He placed her dress and towel nest to her on the bed. "Dry yourself, and dress. And when you are ready then you can tell me who hurt you so badly, the wound never fully healed." he said to her. he then would walk over to her and press a lingering, warm kiss upon her forehead. after that he would smile to her, a simple reassuring smile. "When you are ready, and not a minute sooner." he murmered to her then he turned to leave the room. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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Ferocity into gentleness... stubborn into mentoring... Devastation into kindness.... Warrior Preacher of Peace and Righteousness to all. Thats what makes this angry monster into a man |
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 12:16 am
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Sakara
When Damian neither spoke nor moved to touch her, she risked a glance up at him. He was facing away from her and she could sense a slight air of foreboding emanating from him as he walked back into the bathroom. From what she understood of him, that could only mean that he had seen it; still she was quick to dismiss it as her own paranoia once he was out of sight. Sakara looked down at the wet blanket she was sitting on and immediately moved to get up, only to settle back down, thinking it best to stay where her Master put her. She didn't dare use anything on the bed to cover herself better, but pulled her hair forward, making sure the brand on her skin was hidden. Hearing Damian's soft footsteps as he came back into the room, she automatically wrapped her arms around herself once more. Her soft, sea green eyes followed the man as he strode over to her and set her dress and a towel on the bed next to her. His smile and kind words made it easier for her to believe that if he was truly unhappy before, it was only because of the mess she made and not the symbol burned into her skin. Sakara nodded shyly in response to his concerned question, only to have his next words tear away her delusions that he hadn't seen the brand. Disbelief shown in her eyes, not because he knew, but because he didn't appear to be angry. This Master had thrown a dagger at someone for kicking her, if he understood what the brand meant, there was no doubt in her mind that he had to be furious. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. She made no other move until he turned and started to leave. "Why are you hiding your anger?" Sakara's tone was almost accusatory, though the rest of her still appeared completely submissive.
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