Topic: A break from the routine - Never a dull moment.

LordTravanix

Date: 2009-02-17 14:02 EST
lani had done a good job convincing him that a break was needed - by all the girls. The program she had developed to better train the girls at their duties was doing well. He finished up his work that afternoon early at the Inn and retired to the flat for the time being. A cryptic note from lani had caught his attention. ?A red present, specially wrapped for my Lord?s entertainment awaits.? He smiled as he opened the door to the apartment and entered quietly.

As always, the apartment was spotless and clean. Something was cooking in a pot in the kitchen. Something long term, he deduced as lani said she would be back to tend to his needs towards the end of the day. As he moved through the flat, his senses warned him of another presence in the place. Something, or someone, was very close. Pushing open the door to his private quarters, he smirked. Tied to the bed was a lovely red headed girl, streaks of tears had washed down her cheeks. Her wrists and ankles were slightly red from struggling against the bonds. Her body, however, was delicious. He chuckled, understanding now the note of the red present that was wrapped up for him.

He turned, moving towards his desk, humming a dark tune as he released the top clasp of his uniform and settled into the chair at his desk. A gentle orange light was blinking steadily upon the console embedded into the desk. He pressed on it causing a gentle grind to be heard from the ceiling as a display was lowered and set into place. Other lights began to dance upon the console as he pressed a code in upon a number pad written in a language only he seemed to be familiar with.

The display began to play the feed from the bathhouse. He smirked as he leaned back. He watched as lani still guided the girls as well as made sure they were tended to. He released the clasp on his belt, allowing it to fall to the back of the chair. Leaning forward, he pulled it from behind him and placed it on the hook beside the desk. He turned the volume up slightly as the girl on the bed had begun to cry and sob through her gag.

Something tingled in the back of his mind after an hour or so of watching the girls play and relax. The girl on the bed was still, but awake but quiet.

?There are very, very few that can sneak up on me successfully.? He said darkly, just as a barrel of a weapon was placed at the base of his skull. ?I have to admit, I am impressed.? A dark smirk formed on his lips.

LordTravanix

Date: 2009-02-19 10:43 EST
?I don?t care about your impressions, I just want her back!? Came the dark response from behind him, the weapon pressed harder against the head of his hostage.

?You will have to forgive me, my friend.? He chuckled as he continued to watch the girls on the display. ?As you can see, I have a great deal of girls ? you will have to be more specific.? The display continued to show a multitude of girls playing and being catered to at the bathhouse.

The man behind him looked up, his eyes growing wide and his mouth opened. Travanix could hear the heavier breathing, knowing now he had the man?s attention. To sharpen his point, Travanix manipulated the controls to show the different angles, different rooms and different girls all wearing the silver collar around their necks. Some of their races were obvious, some being elves, some being human or humanoid.

The barrel of the gun was pushed harder against Travanix?s head. ?There was a girl, taken from the street a few days ago! I want her back, or I will blow your head clean off your shoulders!? To make his point, the weapon was cocked.

The response was a dark chuckle. ?Kill me, and you will never see her again. Of course, we won?t even talk about the damage it would do to the girl over on my bed.? Travanix turned his head slightly to the right. The intruder must have done the same thing because the girl began to squirm and struggle against her bonds on the bed. ?Killing me, splattering my blood all over her ? such a waste of good flesh, do you not think?? It was an innocent enough question, perked with a gentleman?s tone.

?You monster!? The intruder was about to step over to free her but instead stayed behind him. ?Get up! Let her go!?

Travanix chuckled once more. ?No, my friend, I do not believe I will be doing that. You see, she was a gift. Something special left for me by one of my girls.? His hand flying over the controls the cameras quickly found lani as she sat with other girls. Multiple images and angles flashed across the screen. lani?s collar reflected the light around her and complimenting the beauty of her flesh. ?I would never give up a gift from her. I would hate to hurt her feelings. She does such wonderful work for me.?

The intruder growled. ?Were is the girl? She was blond hair, blue eyes and tall. She has an engagement ring. I want her back! Tell me where she is!?

Travanix turned, the barrel of the gun bearing down on him. He smiled as he interlaced his fingers in his lap, the displays still showing lani and the other girls around her. ?So, she was your lover, was she? Such a delicious little thing she is. Her screams were divine.? He smiled darkly, eyes narrowed slightly. ?I am sure that she will not want you, or be near you.?

The man holding the gun was a younger man, but somewhat built. His hair was a dirty blond and lips were curled into a vile display of contempt for the existence of the soulless man before him. ?Tell me where she is, monster!?

?Of course. Now that I know who you are talking about.? He turned around to his console and began working the controls. The image of a blond girl was retrieved. She sat bath side with other girls. A contented smile on her lips, a relaxed posture as she leaned against the side; the water glistening off the silver band around her neck securely. ?She was strong at first, but gave in quickly, begging practically.?

There was an anguished cry from the weapon?s owner just before the trigger clicked, and a shot rang out.

LordTravanix

Date: 2009-03-05 01:21 EST
He hated guns.

Slugthrowers to be specific.

While they had their place, and he had used them in the past in various jobs. But in the end, they were messy, not always as accurate nor as fast as a blast of compressed gas through a burning hot muzzle. But with a slugthrower, you have the mess of blood, then the hole. Not to mention, if you didn?t get a big enough slug, the hole it would make wouldn?t be right. So instead of a quick death, you have to waste extra slugs to do the damage.

With a blaster, at least the wound would cauterize quickly, leaving little to no blood. It makes for a quick removal of the body. A slug means blood, a trail, clean up. It was never right.

Still, the fool used one.

More over, the fool thought he could eliminate someone like Travanix with a slug.

There was a muffled cry from the gagged girl on the bed. Her eyes were wide open staring at the scene before her. She pulled on the restraints holding her, but slowly as not to change it at all. It didn?t help though, it would go noticed. Just no one would care.

Least of all, the fool. The hand that held the gun was shaking, the eyes of the shooter wide. He did not believe what he was seeing, he didn?t want to see it, didn?t want to know it.

Didn?t want to know what happened next.

He hated slugthrowers. Finally, the bullet was plucked from his right palm. A small hole where the point of the bullet would have pierced his hand managed to at least draw blood. It wouldn?t have if he hadn?t stretched his arm out to catch the blasted thing. With his left hand, Travanix reached over and pulled the bullet from his hand and then stood up. ?Perhaps you should have studied up a bit more about who I am before coming into my home to try and kill me with a simpleton?s weapon.? Taking a step forward, Travanix offered the slug back to the man. ?I believe this is yours. I wouldn?t want you to miss it.?

There was a snide smirk on his lips just before the slug left his hand and ripped through the air like a whistle. The resulting blood spatter towards the back wall would no doubt get him in trouble with lani. She had spent all that time to get the flat perfect. There was a squeal of terror from the girl on the bed just before the would be assassin dropped down then backwards.

?I detest slugs.? He said, looking over to her with a dark smile.