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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:39 pm
Owners
Bella Vanni
Antony Vanni
Residence List
Aniela Vanni
Butler -
Maid -
Maid -
Personal Chef -
Guest -
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:32 pm
 Bela's eyes slowly came alive, her corneas lolling around as her eyelids fluttered open. What the ******** was that smack for? Bela never let a man sleep in, not EVER. There was that time she invited Xeiro to, but she made the mental gymnastics to delude herself to thinking that was the 'after-sex' Bela talking. She usually got so sensitive and open after the act that she herself considered it a whole different entity entirely, or that's what she'd like. However, none of that came to her mind right now. Her mind was on quite some things, but none of those things. Okay, maybe a little, but not much. Her thoughts, however, drifted to the fact that this was not her room. That was the first thing she noticed, and when she tried to sit up she noticed three other new discoveries. Almost all of her appendages were bound, making them nigh useless. And this silky white gown was not hers, and she wondered who it belonged to. Last in that string of revelations, she thought that all the white in this room was suffocating.
And then, two other revelations. Her mind was not at the best speed right now, as most could probably see. First, was the man hovering right at the foot of the bed she was lying in. He seemed very vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was something dangerous about him, but that was perhaps because she was looking from an helpless position from below. And lastly, this was NOT her ******** ROOM! Bela wasn't known for being a moaning crybaby; not in character, anyway. She furrowed her brows and glared, like a caged animal. Quiet ferocity, of sorts. She was at his mercy, but that didn't mean she had to be compliant or quiet about it. After shuffling backward in the bed, away from him, and into a sitting position, she simply asked:
"Where am I, and who the <********> are you?"
If it weren't for the very faint recognition, she'd be screaming her head off. And if push comes to shove, Bela believed herself more than capable of kicking this scrawny idiots teeth in so far they'd be rolling out of Keith's favorite hole. The fact that her feet were bound together would just give her feet that much more force to kick him back with. This was her first kidnapping, but this sure as hell wasn't her first possible rape attempt and neither was it the most traumatizing event she's lived through. In fact, she was kind of glad the room was fancy schmancy; she wasn't gonna make due with some crappy motel room, would she? If she got out of this, it'll work as some hell of nightmare fuel. But right now, all she think about was how to unbind herself and get the hell out of there.
"Also, never smack the merchandise, b***h. It'll just make all that much more sweeter when I get out of these and kick your family jewels in so far up your system, they're gonna roll right out of your mouth." Bela, Bela, Bela. Empty threats will get you nowhere in this situation, or will they? Can't let him know how you shriek when you break a nail, so keep up a game face. She thought, her eyes as hard as sapphires.
[[Meh, 'break the ice' post, not proud of it. Took me long enough, though. >_>]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:30 pm
"Now, don't threat. I did warn you that I was coming. I didn't expect you to have company though. It displeases me to see you with another man. . No matter. They were all taken care of."
He ignored her question as to who he was and only walked around the bed to come closer to the blond woman whose name he still does not know. Or does he? He loved to hear her threats to him for he knew how empty they were. He was the one armed, not she. Carlo decided to make it know that he was armed too by pulling out a knife from his back pocket. He raised it up to her thigh and used it to lower the gown she wore, revealing more skin.
"Don't move Bela. This could slip so easy and cut the merchandise. You don't want that, right?"
( It's cool c: Don't worry about it. )
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:12 pm
Bela's face showed utter defiance, right up until he broke the news that whoever she was with had been 'taken care of'! Her head turned away, her brow furrowing in concentration. Trying to remember exactly who she had been with. Vlad, Xeiro and some hoochy...! Wait, Vlad and Xeiro!? As she whipped her head around to bite his frickin' head clear off, she froze. Something glistened in the little light that was available, and she was sure that wasn't going to be a spoon, like she had threatened Keith such a long time ago. Maybe it was the fear talking, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Her worst fear in this whole situation, unlike most would think, was that she might remain captive forever. Develop some kind of sicko Stockholm Syndrome for this freak, and hang, no, depend, on his every word for everything. Being in such a vulnerable and delicate situation was so new to her and she had no idea how to react! Her mind was reeling, thinking of the possibly dead bodies of Vlad and Xeiro. Because of her. All because she somehow appealed to this creep. He was, quite literally, not even half the men her 'friends' had been. All lanky and s**t.
She tried to not look down when she felt the cool knife coaxing her less than appropriate attire, maybe it would make it less real in her mind. She wanted so badly to physically manifest her anger, fear, confusion, pain and outrage at this whole situation, make it real so it could burn him for causing all of this. But, in typical Bela fashion, she went straight below the belt and right up for the jugular, so to speak. Bela's head leaned forward, hiding her eyes, masking her feelings. "Oh, sweetheart, I've lived with a knife freak for well over half a year. If you think I'm scared of your subtle little Freudian way of overcompensating with a big a** knife, don't you dare think it's working," She said with a deadly seriousness, stifling back the chuckle that wanted to slip out of her lips from pure hysteria. Even the smallest movement could mean a permanent marker of this night, forever. It's the reason why she wasn't struggling, merely pushing the other's buttons. Something clearly lacked in his whole vibe about being behind any of this. He wasn't smart enough to pull something like this off, nor would he ever be. Why would he come here to play little mind games with her if he was the Mastermind behind anything? Perhaps he was a small time thug, by her standards, but nothing else. Someone with a big plan never went on to claim his prize or even gloat in the person's face until right before the whole plan unfolds in front of them. And quite frankly, he sounded too much like Ashton Kutcher to pull a Keith move.
"Why me, anyway? If only Gaston, the Mayor, knew I'd gone missing! He'd set the dogs on you before you could utter the most shortest word in your, quite possibly, very limited vocabulary!" She raised her head during her little speech, and added after a moment, "I'm his pregnant illegitimate lover." She bluffed, keeping up the poker face. Not like he'd know something that private, nor would it be that hard to believe, considering her history. Oh, God, she wasn't getting out of this alive, wasn't she? Ah, at least she wouldn't have to ask that b***h, Mitsuke, for some kind of forgiveness for killing her brother. Both men were her personal paramours, and she couldn't help but feel a very profound tug at her heartstrings. Slap on the game face, and don't give any ground. If you do, you're dead. She thought, internally fighting back tears. No way was she gonna break down in front of him, she could wait untl he left. And then she could cry until her heart had become as stone as everybody already thought it was.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 8:51 pm
"Nngh.." Vlad's lips twitched as did his eyes. He rolled his head to the side before his eyes shot open. His heart rate shot through the roof as he suddenly remembered what had happened. It was a bit fuzzy but he remembered Bela hitting on him, going out of the club with her.. and then.. Vlad's eyes narrowed as he tried to remember. A p***k.. pain and then.. sleepy .. oh so tiredness.
Sitting up with a jolt Vlad's eyes widened as he spotted that his hands and feet were bound with duct tape.. alot at that. The bare cold air on his skin drew attention to what he was wearing. Or rather wasnt wearing! Where was his suit! why was he in different pants! And only pants?! What had been done to him while he was unconscious?! Vlad's breathing quickly skyrocketed as his eye twitched and a hallow gaze entered his frightened eyes.
Frantically Vlad struggled at the bonds trying to free himself, but even with all his strength it wasnt going to work. Something sharp..i need something sharp.. and then kill who the ******** ever did this! Vlad's mind went into survival mode like it had when he had been molested. Just before he killed the Priest and his wife.
But as he searched the room with his eyes.. god awfully nice room to be kidnapped in.. he spotted another male besides him, cuts on his body. "Who the ******** are you!?" Vlad boomed, his voice cracking from fear. Now that he had opened his mouth it didnt want to close. He was still hyperventilating, his eye twitching that psychotic grin teasing his lips very so often only to be replaced with a frown. And all the while Vlad's usually sly, confident sensual gaze was replaced with fear and anger.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:21 pm
_______ He watched her try to understand the situation she was in, slowly processing the events and what may have happened to her male friend. Carlo didn't like when she tried to hide her face from him. He scowled and backed away after she spoke her empty promises to him. He believed deep down she was afraid of him and played hard to get. Which was fine, he could deal with that. Carlo hide the blade in the folds of his clothes and walked over to one of the windows covered in the curtains. He lifted his hand to move over the heavy cloth and allowed a sliver of light in as he listened to more of her babbling to stall his motives. He was shocked to learn that she was pregnant already, and with the mayor's child. Wasn't he married recently? I thought I read about it in the paper. . What a dog. That just meant he was going to have to rid the child from her. He figured he could try and ******** the s**t out of her till it could no longer hold life or push her down stairs. . poison her even. Carlo wouldn't risk aborting her himself because he may cause her to bleed out. He didn't want her to die, just wanted to toy with her body in many ways.
"Oh Bela. . . You whore. I should expect it though from where I snatched you from. It's okay. It makes me feel all the better knowing you've probably done this before. Which means, I don't have to be easy on you."
He chuckled and turned around to look at her with those hungry eyes of his. A deep growl came from his throat as he came closer to her on the bed again. He started to remove his shirt and tossed the blade across the floor with it, so that she would not be able to try and wiggle for it.
"I want you to scream for me. . Beg your god for mercy," he muttered while climbing on the bed up to her. -------------- The shouting of a male woke him up, back into reality. The real world and not the darkness he was in. His eyes opened slightly to see who it was yelling at him and waking him of his nap from a nightmare. The pains around his body reminded him of what had happened before he blacked out. He groaned from the stinging of the cuts and opened his eyes more to see the dark haired man that was obviously different from the other two whom took pleasure in torturing him. Cade could clearly see how freaked out this guy was, but he had already realized that he wouldn't be leaving this place without a toe tag.
"Yelling won't free you. It only excites them more," he spoke hoarsely.
Cadeon made a few dry coughs from dehydration. It had been two days without water for him, but he was feed a small meal last night. Without the right nutrition, his body wasn't healing as it should or as fast. If he moved too much, his cuts would open again and make him black out from pain. . again. Cade was used to eating all the time being a young adult male and then forced on a cruel diet while injured.
"My name is Cadeon. . Bro, you might as well get comfortable because you won't be leaving anytime soon. I've been here for. . Actually I don't even know. . Last I remember, I was heading home for the Valentines festival. . What's the date?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:35 pm
Vlad's head snapped in the males direction. He was quiet, his eye twitching as he listened to the man resign to his own fate. Yelling excites them? And they were dragging out the torture?! Vlad sneered before his gaze flickered with a hue of emotions and his head sank. His hair obscured his face, and the wicked grin that spread across his lips. But this wasn't like any of Vlad's usual grins.. it was psychotically, painfully twisted up at the corners. His eyes went wide with terror as the idea of reliving something like his childhood sank into his head. And then the laugh began.. it started as a dark chuckle.. but it soon turned into a full out roaring psychotic laugh. Bringing his head up only to tip it back and continue that roaring psychotic laugh, Vlad had completely lost it and was sure to scare the s**t out of his roommate.
But as quickly as it had come, it left in an instant. In a snap that could be felt through the air. Vlad frowned and ceased his laughter entirely. He looked over to Cadeon. "You can lay down like a dog.. But im not going to let them have the satisfaction of me just taking it. IVE BEEN THERE DONE THAT!" Vlad snapped suddenly at the end, the psychotic grin spreading across his lips- only to snap back to a frown as he realized something. "A blonde.. with blue eyes came with me. The female Bela.. I know what happens to girls when they get kidnapped. Im not about to let them destroy her like they did me and the other girls!" Vlad said as he struggled at his restraints once more. He looked around the room. Hey Cadeon was tied to the bed but he wasnt. Vlad quickly rolled off the bed and landed with a thud and a light chuckle as pain shot through his body. That had been a high bed and so the fall had hurt. But he hadnt broken anything and he wasnt giving up so easily. A few moments passed before he formulated a plan on how to get out of here. "Ill kill them all.. like i did him and her." Vlad growled as he shimmied himself up to a sitting position. He started scooting on his butt towards the door. "And i dont care if i die in the process. Id rather try.. then lay down and just take it like a dog. I did it once before im never doing it again!" He growled as he continued to scoot towards the door. God this was taking a long time. Eventually when Vlad did get there he awkwardly got to his knees and grabbed onto the door handle. He turned it to see if it was locked, time to see how stupid or smart his captors were, not to mention he had the best chances of escaping now while he was healthy and unharmed."Dont worry.. ill come back for you. But first.. i need to find Bela." Vlad growled as he tugged on the door handle. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!" Vlad's voice boomed. "ILL DESTROY YOU ALL IF YOU HURT HER! BELA!" Vlad yelled at the top of his lungs. ((Let me know if the door is unlocked or not lol))
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:49 pm
Bela's steely blue gaze lingered on Carlo's hand as he retracted the knife, easing a breath out. Was she really that relieved? Perhaps it would have been better to just kill her, right then and there. Oh, but no, these bad guys loved to torture their victims. Leaving them in suspense at all times. However, as he retreated, she took a quick mental note of where his knife was. Perfect, now she knew exactly where he hid it! But, once she got it, what would she do with it? As much as she'd like to say that she'd stab him repeatedly, she couldn't. Blood, all the blood! She shook her head clear of the blood filled images, not lingering on the subject. She trusted that human survival instincts would kick in and she'd either stab him or threaten to kill him with it for her freedom.
It was so odd, how well he looked in the small sliver of light. He was good-looking, yes, but creepy. It reminded her of Vlad, and she had to swallow a gulp of emotions that threatened to consume her. Taking this moment as an opportunity, she struggled and tugged with the duct tape at her ankles. Before she could get any real progress, however, his eyes fell on her again, and she felt like her face looked like something caught in the headlights. Once she could process his words, her eyes widened even further. This man is absolutely sick, that's what he is! Was he really planning to rape her all out, even under the belief that she was pregnant? Well, maybe. Sex Ed., the only class she ever paid real attention to, dictated that the fetus would be in a very delicate state the first few months. And she certainly wasn't showing, so it could be inferred that she as still early into the pregnancy, had she been preggers at all.
That growl and those eyes, they were nothing like Vladimir's imposing looks. This young man was dangerous, the real kind. Vladimir or Keith were nothing next to this guy, that's for sure. She watched mesmerized as he removed his shirt and her mind was slowly capturing the message, 'It's real'! Her mouth fell open slightly, and her fortified front fell apart. Now she was just another terrified woman, fearing for her life; and that of her unborn child's, in his eyes. She heard the distinct clang of the material of the knife hit the floor nearby, and something in her mind snapped. He was unarmed, just like she was; even with the huge disadvantage she was in, she saw this as a ray of bittersweet hope. She wasn't going to die, yet. But, after what he planned to do to her, did it even matter?
'Scream for me...' His words echoed in her head, but she felt so numb suddenly. He was so close and she was so scared. Her body, however, reacted. Her feet struggled to push her backwards, but her back was already tense against the headboard of the bed. And as thin and lanky as he looked earlier, he looked much more imposing as he creeped closer to her. A demon, he was a demon! "No, go away!!" She shrieked, her eyes looking wild. She slashed her hands in wide arcs in front of her, not wanting him to come any closer to her. Bela's fear filled mind would not allow her to notice that this would only tire her out further, at a much faster pace. She looked like a wild woman, pathetically clinging to the last thing she had: life.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:20 pm
_______ Finally he was getting the reaction he wanted from her. She struggled to get away from him but ended against the headboard. Carlo bit his lower lip to keep himself from laughing in an insane manner. After she had yelled at him, he grabbed her ankles with both hands and yanked them down towards him. Carlo then went for her flailing hands and took hold of them. He mounted her and held on tight to her wiggling body as much as he could but her hands slipped once and socked him on the lips. He didn't make any sounds of distress as his head slowly turned to look back at her. His lower lip was now bleeding from being busted. He froze when he heard a male's voice faintly from somewhere in the house. Possibly one of the kidnapped. Carlo resumed by lowering his upper body down onto her hands and arms to use his weight to held hold her down as he kissed her neck in slow strokes. He took in her scent from the neck and groaned at how lovely it was. Not to mention how nice her hair smelt. He barred his teeth and bit the flesh of her neck, hard enough to get a yelp from her if he could. Not to break skin though. -------------- What the ********? What is wrong with this guy?! He's scarier than the freakin kidnappers! Cadeon began to inch away from this crazy guy and flinched when one of his cuts reopened. He learned that this roomie had been in this kind of situation before which would explain the crazy behavior. Another girl had been kidnapped? That poor thing. . How many people did they plan to take and torture? Cade frowned and thought of his sister. He wouldn't know what to do if he found his sister in the same position as he was. Then came the regrets of how he was such an a** to them. He jumped when a thump was heard and he witnessed the roomie squirming to the door of the room. It would be no use to yell and bang at a door. It was locked on the outside. The doors to each bedroom seemed to have been redone prior to the kidnappings. This was planned. Cadeon's head hung low at how this man's high hopes were encouraging him. There wasn't any hope for either of them unless a miracle happened.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:54 am
This was it, Carlo was already on top of her and everything. This was when the scene cut away because of the more sensitive viewers. Cut away, scene, please, cut away... She silently pleaded in her head. She had, in all, gave him a busted lip. Wow, how the mighty have fallen, eh, b***h queen of Sonata Town? Her hands were trapped, and though she could, with much difficulty, smash her knee into what one could blame to be the reason she was here even, his manhood, she honestly couldn't find the motivation to do it. Did she stop struggling? Not exactly, but she was pretty much resigned to her fate.
She didn't want to cry, she really didn't. Everything was so unfair, all of it. But maybe it was fitting, poetic even. Use her primary weapon, sex, right back against her. Never like this, though. Never ever. She could feel his lips on her neck, and they reminded her nothing of Xeiro. Just another brute animal, like most, if not, the rest of them. Oh God, she really wanted not to cry. If there was a God, why would he go out of his way to make a nobody like her suffer so much? There were plenty of other people more worthy of his time and punishment, was there not? And right then, she came to hate everything about herself. She hated Bela James to such a large degree one would not even think it possible.
Hated her Mother, for being weak and dying. Hated her Father, for being so emotionally and mentally abusive. Hated whatever Deity allowed her to go through all these trials. Hated Alice, Xeiro, Keith, Connor, Vlad... everybody! But most of all, hated herself. How many marriages had she severed, people she had stepped on and pushed down for her goals, how many hearts had she broken? Maybe she deserved this, all of it. All the pain, suffering, sadness, guilt... She was such a bad person!
"Ah!" She cried out, snapped out of her despairing marathon of thoughts at a sharp pain in her neck. Tears were already running down her face and she hadn't even realized. This was no surprise, and she found herself thinking of how pathetic she must seem. She wasn't some every-woman, she was Bela frickin' James. And she was at the mercy of one Carlo Enzo-Vanni, some nobody she met some time ago by a bad twist of fate. "Please, stop..." Bela cried, "Don't hurt me, I'm pregnant...!" She said, her blue orbs looking sadder than ever before. Her struggling was becoming feebler and feebler by the second. Why was the world so cruel to the blonde pretty girls, huh?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:05 am
 No. No, no, no, no, NO. The little fairy flatly refused to even get into that house! All the terrible things that happened there was not for a young and proper fairy like her. If she would have went in, she would have gave Aniella some starfruit and a letter telling her how gracious and beautiful she was and that she shouln't fear people and make better friends than those she had right now, but she wouldn't. Nope. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Well, maybe in two years.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:59 pm
_______ Knowing that he had the power to make her cry made him feel like a sadistic god. He was thriving in the pain she gave off. Sitting up on the lower portion of her body he saw that his blood was smeared across the skin of her neck. His mark on her that made him have shivers. Even though it would wash away with water, he would always remember it in his mind. Her pleas to not harm her because she was pregnant were useless. Carlo had begun to raise the dress even further up her body. Her stomach was now revealed to him with its soft creamy skin for him to abuse. His fingers trailed over the softness she possessed in wonder. He then began to trail lower beyond the waist to her core. (I'm going to time skip through this 'cause I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak any further. ^ ^ )
Carlo was off the bed pulling up his pants in triumph. He had taken whatever innocence was left inside of her and tainted it with his seed. A few bruises were present on her arms and legs but nothing too terrible. The bruises weren't large but quarter sized. He glanced over his shoulder at the female on the bed and smirked. Carlo grabbed both his knife and shirt from the floor to continue dressing and headed toward the door. Before he left he spoke to her,
"Thank you for your lovely service Bela. You were well worth the struggle."
He opened the door of the room and walked out. Not even a second later, there was a sound of a click noting that the door was locked again. his foot falls slowly deceased as he traveled down the hall of Vanni Mansion.-------------- One of the large double door was opened to escort the children inside of his soon to be home. He had finally been able to get them here but with little resistance. Once all three of them were in, he closed the door behind him and ushered them to the upstairs portion in the house, to the master bedroom.
"This is my home. I hope you find it suitable to our games."
As they all reached the second floor, he witnessed his brother leaving his room. The young man was sweaty and his hair wet as if he had been through a work out session. His lip was busted as well with dry blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Children, this is my younger brother Carlo. What happened to you," Damarko asked.
"Nothing. Got into a little brawl in town," Carlo answered and stalked away.
"This way please," he spoke to the kids again.
He opened another door where a large bedroom was. Everything was in place and clean but one thing wasn't right. There was a young woman bond on the bed with long white hair in a white gown. She was sleeping and at peace, for now. Before the children could say anything, he closed them into the room and locked the door. The dark man chuckled at their innocence and naive manner. They were too easy to trap. (Trying to move it along. )
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:34 pm
"NO! Noooo!" Vlad screamed at the top of his lungs as he struggled to rip the door off its hinges. It was locked solid and the door was rather sturdy. The next.. hour or maybe more.. Since Vlad had lost track of time since he awoke. Vlad spent this time slamming himself into the door at the weakest point he could find. It wasnt until he broke the skin, and injured his shoulder a good deal that he figured this route wasnt the best.
Being bound wasnt going to stop him from making his way to the nearest lamp, only to pull it down from the dresser it was on and have its bulb shatter in a million pieces. From that Vlad grabbed the biggest and sharpest piece of glass, cutting his fingers in the process, as he tried to sever his bonds and free himself. When his efforts became futile, Vlad chose to repeatedly pound ... what was left of the lamp, into the door.
Not to mention the screaming he was doing. And when the lamp became broken beyond use, Vlad started ramming himself into the door once more. He'd continue until either the door broke.. or he passed out from blood loss and pain.
The later seemed to come sooner. And how long Vlad had been pounding away at the door was unknown. His voice had gone hoarse from his own screaming. His shoulders bruised and broken along with his hands and wrists that he had started slamming against the door. Next had been his head, until a nice gash had opened up and the pain and blood loss had silenced Vlad's efforts. Fear, hopelessness and guilt took over. He could only imagine what was being done to Bela and it was tearing his soul and mind in twine.
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