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SobriquetX Report | 01/12/2009 7:14 pm

GUESS IT'S TIME TO WRITE YOUR FINALE EH?!? EEHHH?!!!

SobriquetX Report | 01/12/2009 7:14 pm

Guess you're DEAD HUH?!!

SobriquetX Report | 11/29/2008 10:28 am

>D Speechless with AROUSAL NEEEAAARR?

SobriquetX Report | 10/03/2008 3:58 pm

Mwahahahahaha, and well, you KNOW what might happen. Or will it? Will Mail somehow SAVE you little LAMB?? WILL HE? Or is he REALLY DEAD? You'll never know.

SobriquetX Report | 09/29/2008 3:29 pm

Pt.3- "You'll be gentle too Near.. I'll even let you out of these chains if you promise. After all.. you wouldn't want Mail to get hurt right?" At this Near stiffened. It was cold where ever he was being kept, but colder still was his heart now. He felt frozen in a moment of horror never to be let out. The wheels turned but he could find no way to get away and find Mail, not yet. He also didn't know how to answer his captor, he wanted to convince him to let him go, to not hurt Mail, to tell him this was wrong. He couldn't though, he could only nod an affirmative to be "gentle". Though how he could even fight back or hurt Gevanni, he didn't know. He wasn't very strong by any means nor did he have any weapons on his.

"Good Near, good boy.. I love you you know. I love you much more than that.. that.. ugh!" Gevanni cried out in rage and clutched his head, even thinking about Matt made him see red. "But we don't have to worry about him do we? Not anymore.." Near lifted his head up sharply in concern, he made muffled pleas and sounds. How badly he wanted to speak, to ask what he did to his precious Mail. He'd go insane if he couldn't talk soon. His world was a blur of fear and darkness now, just as Gevanni wanted. He wanted his rabbit good and scared, he played on all his fears and took away all his weapons.

"Don't worry." His captor said after a few moments. "He's alive."

SobriquetX Report | 09/29/2008 3:14 pm

Pt.2- Muffled grunts was all Near could do to answer his captor, he gave up five seconds later and shook his head. He felt cold clammy hands touch him and flinched away renewing his previous struggles. He could hear cold laughter with an edge of insanity lacing it, making it entirely mirthless. He was unable to get away from the touches so sat there feeling sick in his stomach at the gentle caresses on his cheek, through his hair, on his arm. The intimate touches only made him filthy and it disgusted him to know there was nothing he could do. Liquid fear pooled in his stomach suddenly, how long was he going to be here? What did Gevanni plan to do? And worst of all... What did he do with Mail? Near hoped as hard as he could that he was all right, that Gevanni left him alone. He didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted Mail safe.

"You're so pretty Near, so pretty.. I'll be gentle. I promise." Dark blue eyes washed over the boy taking in every detail. Every feathery white lock of hair, every shiver he made at his touched, the tightly curled toes. He had removed his socks when he tied him up. He wanted to take away every security Near ever had, down to his little socked feet. This thought made him chuckle again. His eyes seemed to be dark blue orbs void of emotion, intelligence or morals. He had no soul, he was greed incarnate. He was oh so greedy for Near. He'd keep him until he died a beautiful death. Mail be damned.

SobriquetX Report | 09/29/2008 3:00 pm

Pt.1- Near was alone in the dark when he heard footsteps coming towards him. His sight was taken from him by the blindfold around his eyes, his speech nothing but senseless muffled noises behind a gag. He could feel the cold metal of what seemed to be handcuffs around his wrists bound behind his back. Near was utterly, entirely, completely helpless and there was nothing he could do. As smart as he was, there was no way he could think his way out of the bindings and he couldn't think away the primal fear welling up in his throat. The last thing he remembered was sleeping next to his beloved Mail before waking in this never ending nightmare. The steps grew louder and there was a familiarity about the sound but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Oh the irony, he could put his finger on anything like he was. He could feel panic setting in, cold sweat beading and then trailing it's way down his forehead. Darkness was all around him, consuming him, taking away his air supply. It was getting harder to breath behind the gag as he started to hyperventilate, curling his toes because he couldn't curl his knees toward him. His ankles were bound to the legs of the chair he sat in. He turned his head toward where he thought the footsteps were coming from when they stopped, walked to the side as he continued following them and then stopped again.

"Can you see?"

Gevanni, Stephen Loud. He knew that voice anywhere.

LeatherFetish Report | 09/14/2008 12:32 pm

*hard stare*

SobriquetX Report | 08/02/2008 4:29 pm

o_o ....!! *plugs holes so angry spiders don't escape*



D8 *too late* Aaaahhhh! -runs around in circles- *tries smashing with box*

SobriquetX Report | 08/02/2008 4:28 pm

<< *shakes box around to anger spiders*