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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 1:25 pm
He refused to make any noise at all, his head and face throbbing in sharp, unceasing pain as his vision had long since left him. He was infuriated as the man was licking and kissing at his face, and if he had the ability to, he would've reached up and strangled him mercilessly. Yet, he was giving Payne an offer, to play as the other's pet.
Of course, Payne certainly wouldn't have that, even in his condition, he didn't want to live that desperately and he would've rather died than to live any longer. With his eyesight gone, he considered himself useless, his exsistance had no meaning and even if he had been forced to survive and be this man's pet, he would constantly be trying to end his life by any means necessary.
"Kill me." He gurgled slightly, unable to form complete words or sentances, his tone flat, bland and unexpressed, his fear would never show, even as he stood on the verge of death.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 1:43 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
He smirked at the words, able to tell where the main voice chords were. He pinned his fingers to them, sliding them up an inch before the scalpel would plunge into the other’s throat. He’d grab for the scissors and cut the chords, the rod lifted once more, pressing to each end. He smirked in delight before he pulled the now cooling rod back, the scissors lifting and the scalpel lifting. It was time to sew up the incision… He lifted the needle up, and threaded it with the wire, soon pushing the tip of the needle into the skin, and making 14 tiny stitches along the wound. ‘There…” He stated before stepping back and looking over the work he had done. “I can still remove your tongue, if you’d like.” He chuckled out, knowing well the boy had no say in what would happen.
“Hm, maybe you have a few other things tucked away in your clothing, so I think you’ll do without for a few days. You have such a lovely body, I’m sure my men would love to get a glance at it, and touch it as well.” He said taking a step towards the boy, the blade that was stolen from before sliding over the tight leather to cut it. He beamed a bright smile as he removed the bits of cut leather as well as any other objects, taking them to another room. Once every thing was in the room he’d lock the door and toss the keys out the window, the keys to this door landing in the mud. Yes, he had a few other keys, but only a few knew where they were. He walked over to the stone table and lifted the silk, unbuckling the boy’s head so he could tie the white silk over where the boy’s eyes would be. A small yawn would be given as he pulled from his pocket a locking collar, slipping it around the falled assassin’s neck, adjusting it, then locking it in place.
Once the lock was on he finished unlocking the rest of the straps, stepping back a few feet so the boy could adjust and sit up. While the other did this all his own personal weapons were hidden among his person, ensuring that all was away so neither could be hurt in the room. “First off, I won’t kill you, just make you wish you were dead, I don’t kill things I tend to keep, and toy with, so don’t do anything stupid unless you want to suffer.” He grunted out, keeping a close watch on the blind boy while he got up.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 1:54 pm
He just lay there as the straps were removed, hesitant to even move any part of his body as he was still in pain. He slowly forced himself into a sitting position, the muscles in his body retaliated against him and his head spun, the dizzy feeling coming back to him tenfold. His vocal cords had been destroyed, stinging sensation filling his throat and he almost felt like it would swell to a point where it would close, blocking his airways.
If he could still speak, he figured he probably would say something like,"You son of a b***h," before leaping out to tackle him and proceeding to smash his face in, but for now, he was stationary. His body shook unvoluntarily, his nerves reacting to his current state and he couldn't cease his quivering, his stomach turning, he could feel the acid in the back of his throat as he'd stopped himself from vomiting.
He finally decided he would try to play along, for now, until he had the perfect opportunity he needed to escape. When, or if, that day ever came, he would be sure to leave this place, leaving a wake of death and destruction behind him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:13 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
“Come, let us get you ice, and something to drink.” He said walking forward to grip the other’s hair, dragging him off the table. He chuckled softly and forced the boy to stand up straight, still dragging him through the door. He let go and started up the steps, looking back at the naked boy before grinning. “ Better hurry up, the men here aren’t nice to boys your size. At least I won’t rape you, but found by another and you might not be so lucky.” He turned back around and started to go up the steps, expecting the other to follow.
His hand would run through his hair, staining it with the boy’s blood, a small bit smearing over his pale skin. He chuckled softly and began to plan out the torture for the other spies that were caught, knowing well what to expect from them. A few times he’d glance over his shoulder, watching the boy struggle up the stairs in pain while his body fought to get up.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:22 pm
It was difficult for him to follow as he'd been tugged off of the table and forced through the door. He could feel the cold stone hallway's floor against his bare feet, but he couldn't tell where he was going and when they came to the stairs, he tripped over them and fell. A sigh escaped his lips, if he'd had his vocal cords, it would've been more like a loud curse than just a sigh. He forced himself up and struggled up the stairs, trying to follow the man by listening to his footsteps, but it would take him a long time to get used to having to navigate by sound.
As for the rape part, he wasn't concerned at all, he'd like to see a man to try something as foolish as that. Payne might be blind, mute and weaponless, but he was still deadly, and he could kill a man with his bare hands without even breaking a sweat. It was now that he was most thankful for the brutal training he'd gone through all these years, if he were any lesser of a man, this whole new lifestyle would be too unbareable. His heightened sense of hearing prooved useful as he listened to the sounds around him, making blindness easier to deal with than anyone would've first guessed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:54 pm
My darling boy, it's your beautiful heart I'm after...
...That very same thing inside...
He chuckled softly and waited at the top of the stairs for the boy, grinning as the other struggled along. "What would you do if I took away your hearing? Hm? How would you live with yourself? You'd be just one useless toy for my own amusement." He laughed and continued down the hallway, stopping to wait for the boy. "You know, you might enjoy living here, I take care of my 'pets', and they are often happy." He said with a sneer, curling an arm around the boy's shoulder.
For a while they walked, trailing down the long, winding halls of the base, searching for the bloody room. He smirked to the other officers, grinning proudly with his new capture at his side. His hand slowly slid down to the smaller male's hips, gripping the one side. He paused when they reached his own room, reaching into his pocket to pull out a set of keys. "Ah! Here we are." For a few moments he fumbled around with the keys, unlocking the door after a few moments. "In we go!" He stated before shoving to boy into the dark room. "You'll be sleeping in my bed, and don't bother with trying to slaughter me. There are no weapons, and I'm a very light sleeper." He said before removing his military vest, and then the button up blouse top.
He yawned softly while he threw them both to the floor, standing nude from the waist up. His toned upper half was exposed, but the boy blind and unable to see. "MM, I'm slightly tired..." He stated before sitting down on the bed, pulling the boy to his legs.
...It's the one that beats in that lovely body...
...The one that I want to crush...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 3:26 pm
Payne stumpled along the hallways like a frail lost lamb in a field of starving wolves, but, he wasn't even half as helpless. He was still dangerous, volatile, and he plotted his escape, but it was almost hopeless, the pain seering throughout his body interrupted his thoughts constantly. He became disoriented when he was shoved into a room, though, he could sense it was smaller than the hallway they were just in, as if he could feel the walls pressing in on him.
He was even more confused when he was suddenly pulled toward the other man, whose name he was still unaware of, maybe it was good that Payne hadn't yet learned his name, for if he had, his anger and frustration would only make his future attacks more personal. He was slightly reluctant when he was pulled, pressing his bare feet down hard against the floor but only to fail, in this condition, he was no match against the other man's strength, atleast not yet.
He simply sighed in defeat, he too was tired, he had no energy or will left, it would be difficult for him to fight back against anything in this state, to get the energy back that he needed, he would have to rest, to eat, and both of those, he was unsure if they were aquirable.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 3:37 pm
My darling boy, it's your beautiful heart I'm after...
...That very same thing inside...
He smirked once more, swinging his legs over the bed, relaxing back. He decided to lay in the middle of the bed, taking up a fair bit of space. His head turned and he glanced at the boy, grinning at his confusion. After his amusement with the situation ended his head turned back and his eyes closed. For a while he listened intently to the boy, making sure he wouldn't move, or escape. Slowly, he drifted off, still listening to the other in the room, keen to movement, and sounds.
...It's the one that beats in that lovely body...
...The one that I want to crush...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 3:50 pm
Payned turned his head to the other man, it wasn't possible for him to watch the other, but he could hear every sound he made, his breathing, the rustling of the sheets. After a few moments, he knew that he was asleep, and he also knew that the man was a light sleeper, anyone who had military training would be.
Carefully, Payne moved gently to sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing Asher, trying not t make any sudden or loud movements, he didn't want to wake him up.
He figured that he wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight, he was in so much pain, he didn't want to lay down, or stand or do anything, he just wanted to quietly sit, contemplating a large matter of things. He pondered how he would escape, if his commanding Officer would even allow him back into his unit, or if it came to it, how he would even survive in a place like this.
Even though Asher did treat his pets well, Payne wouldn't believe it, he already had a horrible impression of all these Officers and Soldiers before he even stepped foot on this ground, and the fact that Asher had ripped his eyes out, and sliced open his voicebox, it didn't make matters any better. He decided if he had to stay here, he would always be on his toes, he would always have to be alert, and he could never trust what anyone said. He chewed idly on his bottom lip as he thought, he even came up with ways he could kill himself if necessary, get out of Asher's sight just long enough so he attempt to bite off his own tongue and choke on it, or maybe steal of knife, or weapon of some sort, and stab himself in the heart, these were all options he had to consider seriously.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:00 pm
My darling boy, it's your beautiful heart I'm after...
...That very same thing inside...
A few hours passed by before he'd turn over and glance at the boy sitting. He gave a small groan and sat up, lightly trailing his nails over the boy's neck. "Why don't you lay down?" He asked, knowing well that the boy couldn't answer back. He sighed and stood up from the bed, walking over to rummage through a drawer. He had found a match box, and lit one to toss into the torch top across the room. Once there was light he walked back over and knelt in front of the boy. "Are you still in a lot of pain?" He questioned, examining the boy's swollen throat. "Lift your head up for me." He stated, glancing around a small bit, looking for any signs of an early infection.
...It's the one that beats in that lovely body...
...The one that I want to crush...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:11 pm
He was startled when the man had touched his neck, jerking away slightly from the touch, he'd been so lost in thought, he didn't even hear him waking and his instant reaction was to move away.
When Asher had instructed him to do something, he was hesitant, he didn't want to trust him, to make himself more exposed than he already was. He turned his head away slightly, then without obeying him, he moved up onto the bed and crawled to one of the corners of the bed and sat, bringing his knees to his chest.
He could feel the bun in his hair starting to come undone, so he reached a hand up slowly and pulled the hair tie out, letting his onyx locks fall around his shoulders, knowing that he wouldn't even have to bother to tie it up anymore. He turned his head as if to look over his shoulder at Asher, but he couldn't really see him, he felt like he put a mental visualization of him in his thoughts from what he could hear. He could hear him breathing there, he was low to the ground, so he knew that he was crouched, and he also realized that Asher was much larger than he was. Yet, he learned that from when he had his first confrontation with Asher, and that the man was indeed a formidable foe.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:22 pm
My darling boy, it's your beautiful heart I'm after...
...That very same thing inside...
"Well be that way if you'd like." He said with a soft sigh, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed. He lightly gripped one of the boy's wrists, lifting him up. "It doesn't matter what you want, at this point. I need to examine you, and I will do so. You can listen and do as I say, willingly, or I can force you to do as I say." He stated, lifting the boy into his lap. He pulled the other's legs over his waist, forcing the boy to straddle his lap. He released a soft sigh and brought one of his hands up, entangling it into the boy's locks, yanking the other's head back. With his free hand he touched his index finger and thumb to the side of the boy's neck. The fingers trailed down and over the sides of the other's neck, examining the swelling of the skin. "Hm... You could probably use some ice... If you're still in pain in the morning, we'll get you some medication." He said, pulling his hands from the boy's hair and from his neck. "Do you want ice?" He asked in a soft tone, holding the boy still in his lap.
...It's the one that beats in that lovely body...
...The one that I want to crush...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:34 pm
He was surprised when Asher pulled him into his lap, his body shivering and quaking slightly from the pain brought on by such sudden movement, his lips pulling back in a snarl when Asher tugged his hair and inspected his neck wound. He let his head lower when Asher's grip was freed from his hair, his cheeks hot in an embarassing blush, his hands dropped to hide his private parts as he felt so exposed while in the other's lap, straddling his waist.
He just shook his head when Asher asked him if he wanted ice, insisting that nothing be done about any of his wounds, even if ice would take the pain away, he preferred the wounds get infected, this way he had a higher chance of dieing. He simply sighed in protest and turned his head away, even when completely naked, blind, mute, and with a broken jaw, he was still resiliant as ever, it was just one of his many characteristics that allowed him to stand out in a group of soldiers.
He was always the sleek skinned, beautiful male soldier who never listened to any of his captains, and was teased for looking like a woman, yet, in the end, he outshined anyone that challenged him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:41 pm
My darling boy, it's your beautiful heart I'm after...
...That very same thing inside...
"My god, you're such a brat..." Was whispered out before he leaned down and placed a small kiss to the boy's red cheek. "If you're just going to refuse everything then I can drug you up and just keep you clean. You can sit and s**t yourself... Just like a damned baby. Do you want that?" He asked in a slightly annoyed tone, grabbing the boy's hair one more. He growled softly and dug nails into what skin he could reach in holding the boy. After a few moments he calmed down and relaxed his grip, allowing the boy to get up if he wanted.
"You can keep up this rough and tough attitude of yours, and die. I'll stop caring for you here, and you'll be all alone." He said with a soft smirk, pulling the boy back into the bed, pushing him to his spot. "Sleep for a while, and I'll check you when you wake up." He said before standing up and moving to sit in a chair across the room, watching the young one.
...It's the one that beats in that lovely body...
...The one that I want to crush...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:52 pm
He grumbled mutedly as he was pushed into the spot he was sitting in before, once again bringing his knees to his chest, he wouldn't lay down. Though, even in all the pain he was in, he couldn't resist sleep for long, and without even realizing it, he dozed off, leaning against the wall slightly as he sat.
He was dreaming of a time when he was much younger, he'd been orphaned, his parents killed in the war, he was taken in by a Captain that was fighting to liberate his homeland. The Captain taught him everything he knew, and soon, killing came like breathing to Payne, it was instinct. It was a depressing dream, he realized that in being trapped here in the enemy's territory, the Captain he'd considered his Father would not accept him.
After a few hours of rest, he lifted his head and tried to sit up straight but wavered and relaxed back against the wall, he was in much more pain than he had been before he fell asleep, it seemed as if his arms were locked around his legs, as if he couldn't move them at all. He turned his head, listening to ensure that the man was still there, though, he knew that he indefinately would be.
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