Torn and Bleeding (Closed)

[TheGrind]

Armand shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t matter if you asked for it. In life, how often do we receive what we asked? Life can be cruel and hard but with a little adjustment we can grow to appreciate the new situations it brings us. This is what I intend to do between us. Its up to you if you want to accept it or rebel but your rebellion isn’t going to affect the length of your stay.

“You say I have no humanity and that’s true. I am not human. I am not doing anything to terrify you, only saying that you can’t leave. The less you fight the more intact you’ll be once you leave, if you choose to leave when given the option. If you accept what this is, your time spent here will be remembered well. Now come back to the table and eat what you can. You’ll need your strength. I can’t have you starving on me because if you starve, so will I and I cannot permit that. Return to the table.”

The last wasn’t so much a suggestion as a demand. His voice changed in those final words. Sebastian wasn’t willing to fight with the girl. In the end he was going to take what he wanted from her by morning. The sands of time continued to flow but he wasn’t going to sacrifice what he wanted for the sake of her desire.

 

[_Stardust]

Tabby couldn’t help but flinch as the man commanded her back to the table. Fighting the urge to storm back like a sullen child, she instead returned at a slow, deliberate pace and took her seat. He was right, she decided. She did need to eat; she needed her strength if she was to escape this nightmare. She could run now, it was true, but she had nowhere to go, and she imagined Damien would almost certainly be situated in a nearby room, to halt any attempts to flee before they had really begun. She'd let him think he had her under control for now. She took some cheese, some cuts of meat, and sliced the fresh bread. A sandwich seemed as good a start as any.
She considered the metallic goblet that had been placed by her seat and the crystal decanter, filled with a lightly fizzing drink. Being drunk would make escape harder, that was true, but perhaps if she had enough alcohol in her blood, he would have to leave her alone. She filled the glass, and took a sip. It was surprisingly sweet, and bubbled slightly on her tongue. She drained it swiftly, then poured out some more. Drawing herself up, she met his eye coolly. “Do you intend to inform me of your name yet?” she asked. “Or am I just to keep thinking of you as ‘The Bastard’?”

 

[TheGrind]

Armand wasn’t put off by the girl’s brash behaviour. He’d gotten the worse end of it with other girls but in the end they were all dominated by one means or another. It was only a matter of time before Tabby suffered the same fate. He watched her take her drinks, leaving her question unanswered until he called for Damien to return to the room.

Reentering, Damien began clearing away the food. His master wasn’t going to eat anything on the table and it was apparent Tabby wasn’t much interested in it either, considering how quickly she was taking down the high proofed alcohol. Damien cleared everything away, leaving behind enough of the fizzling crystal decanter for two more drinks. However, Amrand wasn’t touching it. He imagined he’d get a buzz just from draining the girl when the time came.

When Damien had left the room for the last time, Armand leaned toward the girl, telling her, “Take off your clothes and set them on the other end of the table. You’ll be wearing them for quite a while and a woman like you shouldn’t be running around in rags. Otherwise she might as well be naked.” He was sure the insinuation wasn’t lost on her so he continued, “If you need a few more drinks before you do so, feel free. But have no worries, by the end of this night you’ll rest soundly and will waken when the sun goes down for another day.”

 

[_Stardust]

Tabby watched Damien sullenly, as he took his time removing the plates of untouched food. Another fucking bastard, that one. It was his fault she was even in this situation; he brought her here and left her in this nightmare. Or was it Liz’s fault? If it hadn’t been for her, they wouldn’t have even been in the forest to find the floating freak, she thought, feeling bitter for a moment, before the feeling faded. She couldn’t blame Liz; how would that help?

Her thoughts were becoming increasingly jumbled; Tabby drank rarely, and although the fizzing liquid tasted sweet, she had no doubt it was rather potent. However, if she’d thought that the bastard would send her away in disgust at her rapidly decreasing sobriety, she was proved very much wrong by his next statement. ““Take off your clothes and set them on the other end of the table. You’ll be wearing them for quite a while and a woman like you shouldn’t be running around in rags.”

Tabby waved her hand angrily towards him. “No,” she replied. “What a woman such as I certainly should not be doing is running around, sky-clad and defenceless, especially when in the company of an unapologetic rapist.” She paused for a moment, frowning. Seemed she was quite wordy with the aid of a little fizzy potion. Who’d have known?

She continued staring at him, not angrily this time, but with a firm gaze, that was almost surprising given that she was swaying slightly in the over large chair in which she was sat. She drank further from the glass, tingles running down her throat, bubbles erupting in her head.
“And if I refuse? Then what?”

 

[TheGrind]

Armand moved from his spot and made his way toward her, standing behind her chair as he rested his hands on her shoulders. He gripped her tight, just enough to keep her still but not enough to do much harm.

“If you refuse,” he spoke as he hands slipped under the collar of the dress, his hands now against her bare shoulders. “If you refuse then I’ll have the complication removed from you and keep this incident from happening again in the future. It means you’ll be walking around without a stitch of clothing if you want to continue to object.”

Then he released her, his hands withdrawing to the backrest of her chair. He pulled it out slowly and gently so she wouldn’t fall as he stared at the back of her head. He told himself again that it was just a matter of time before she acquiesced. And if she chose to continue to fight, he was going to make it very hard on her. Her last chance lied within the few moments that followed.

 

[_Stardust]

She froze as he touched her, fear suppressing her shivers as waves of ice emanated from where his skin touched hers. She struggled to make a decision, or come up with a witty retort, but her thoughts skittered away, floating just out of reach, made light by the bubbles that filled her head. She struggled to focus. She did not want to willingly remove her clothes, one of the last barriers she had, in front of this monster. She also knew that she could not allow the creature to keep her bare; she would need clothing when she escaped.

Her choice was made, and she hated herself for making it, for fearing this creature, for seeming to acquiesce.

She stood and pulled the dress off in one quick motion and then removed the frilly lace under-coverings in a similar brusque manner. There would be no teasing here, no seductive poses. Not for him. She turned and looked the man in the eye, forcing her arms straight by her side, keeping her head upright. Her dark skin would hide the fact that her cheeks were burning with shame. The bubbles still spun and fizzed in her head, but she set her feet. No weakness.

She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She doubted right now she’d be able to disguise the fear and shame that would coat any word she spoke.

She hated herself for this. But she hated him more. And she would make him pay.

 

[TheGrind]

Armand watched her as she stripped down. He could’ve cared less how quick or how long she drew out. All that mattered to him was that her clothes were now no longer on her body, covering her. As the last stitch floated to the floor the smirk he’d held broadened.

Now that she stood in front of him, he moved forward, destroying the distance between them. Nudging the chair out of the way he easily returned his eyes upon her. Letting his gaze fall over her body he took in the sight of her bare body, something he was going to grow accustomed to.

Bringing his hands up he set them on her shoulders, his eyes locking onto hers. Then he let his hands fall forward, his fingers trailing against her skin and over her chest. Against her breasts they continued, each middle finger trailing over either nipple, his hands only stopping when they came to her waist. One hand reached behind her, clutching her ass as the other forcibly slipped between her legs, his hand rubbing back and forth against her pussy.

Then he lowered his head toward hers as though he were going to kiss her but he altered the angle near the last moment so his lips would kiss her neck. His tongue licked her fresh skin; the points of his fangs dared to drape against her flesh.

As he pulled away Armand returned his hands to himself as he spoke plainly, “Turn to face the table and put your hands on the table. Keep your legs apart.”