June 5, 2011
Cor was in full glory as he strode arrogantly through the compounds hallways. Lightning crackled off of his body, arcing from one extremity to the next and grounding itself in the floor and walls around him. Alain had asked for a diversion, and a diversion he would get as Cor made certain all of the troops and guards within the area heard the noise, saw the light-show, and that they most *definitely* could easily find Cor. Keep him contained, though, was an entirely different story as he occasionally lifted an arm, focusing a ring of crimson light around his closed fist, then lancing a bolt of pure energy -not at the guards, but at the buildings and walls near them, detonating each blast with a thunderous explosion of force. Cor simply laughed and continued on his way, riding high on the wave of his nearly full-on Manifestation.
Mass chaos. That is what Mercedes would remember of this night. There was crashing outside the room she was being held in...more a tiny cell than a room. She could hear the screams and cries of the other girls all along the corridor and the shouts, curses and boots pounding upon pavement as the guards tried to organize. She could hear the frantic jingle of keys as the door to her cell was opened and she was roughly yanked into the brightly lit corridor. She protested by trying to pull away and that earned her a full on backhand across her delicate mouth. This was an indication of just how bad the situation was. She was supposed to be untouchable. Procured for her beauty, the "boss" had very specific plans for Merci. She lived in the same squalor and wore the same chains but she had been spared, so far, the physical beatings and rape that happened with some of the others. So, being struck, especially in the face and marring her beauty...she knew the guard was panicked.
She forced down the hope that rose up in her, forced down the calculating smile that threatened to slide over parched tiers. She pretended to lag behind as he pulled at her. Soft whimpers fell from purposefully pouting lips. "Please...I can't run...these chains..." She held up her wrists where the chain began and connected to her ankle cuffs. Her voice had been nearly a whisper and she had used her best "poor pretty princess" voice on the panicked idiot.
He gave another forceful yank then stepped quickly back to her and removed the keys from his belt once again. She was just a tiny little thing, after all. Just a slave. He knelt upon the ground, sliding a grimy hand along one shapely leg until he reached the ankle cuffs and unlocked them. Merci clamped her jaws closed to stop herself from berating him for daring to touch her with his filthy hands. This was exactly what she had been working towards after all. All demure apologetic smiles and downcast eyes, she quietly sobbed for all she was worth. Not that the guard would care for tears...he was a brute. But it would simply settle in his mind that she was a harmless crying female.
Filthy hands slid up her body and he leered at her as he grabbed the chain that had connected between her ankles and wrists. Why the idiot guard thought he had time to feel up the slave girl was beyond her comprehension but she went along with it because she was gaining exactly what she wanted. Her wrist cuffs were unlocked and he easily held both wrists in one of his massive filthy paws. Leaning forward so that he was face to face, he growled into her face. "Best not give me no trouble fo' this. I show you how I deal with yo' kind if'n you do."
The smell of rotting teeth and cheap beer washed over her and she felt nauseated. Which only helped the role she was playing. She nodded demurely and allowed him to roughly pull her along, fighting back the cold smile that threatened to break upon her features. She was just biding her time.
Cor was in full glory as he strode arrogantly through the compounds hallways. Lightning crackled off of his body, arcing from one extremity to the next and grounding itself in the floor and walls around him. Alain had asked for a diversion, and a diversion he would get as Cor made certain all of the troops and guards within the area heard the noise, saw the light-show, and that they most *definitely* could easily find Cor. Keep him contained, though, was an entirely different story as he occasionally lifted an arm, focusing a ring of crimson light around his closed fist, then lancing a bolt of pure energy -not at the guards, but at the buildings and walls near them, detonating each blast with a thunderous explosion of force. Cor simply laughed and continued on his way, riding high on the wave of his nearly full-on Manifestation.
Mass chaos. That is what Mercedes would remember of this night. There was crashing outside the room she was being held in...more a tiny cell than a room. She could hear the screams and cries of the other girls all along the corridor and the shouts, curses and boots pounding upon pavement as the guards tried to organize. She could hear the frantic jingle of keys as the door to her cell was opened and she was roughly yanked into the brightly lit corridor. She protested by trying to pull away and that earned her a full on backhand across her delicate mouth. This was an indication of just how bad the situation was. She was supposed to be untouchable. Procured for her beauty, the "boss" had very specific plans for Merci. She lived in the same squalor and wore the same chains but she had been spared, so far, the physical beatings and rape that happened with some of the others. So, being struck, especially in the face and marring her beauty...she knew the guard was panicked.
She forced down the hope that rose up in her, forced down the calculating smile that threatened to slide over parched tiers. She pretended to lag behind as he pulled at her. Soft whimpers fell from purposefully pouting lips. "Please...I can't run...these chains..." She held up her wrists where the chain began and connected to her ankle cuffs. Her voice had been nearly a whisper and she had used her best "poor pretty princess" voice on the panicked idiot.
He gave another forceful yank then stepped quickly back to her and removed the keys from his belt once again. She was just a tiny little thing, after all. Just a slave. He knelt upon the ground, sliding a grimy hand along one shapely leg until he reached the ankle cuffs and unlocked them. Merci clamped her jaws closed to stop herself from berating him for daring to touch her with his filthy hands. This was exactly what she had been working towards after all. All demure apologetic smiles and downcast eyes, she quietly sobbed for all she was worth. Not that the guard would care for tears...he was a brute. But it would simply settle in his mind that she was a harmless crying female.
Filthy hands slid up her body and he leered at her as he grabbed the chain that had connected between her ankles and wrists. Why the idiot guard thought he had time to feel up the slave girl was beyond her comprehension but she went along with it because she was gaining exactly what she wanted. Her wrist cuffs were unlocked and he easily held both wrists in one of his massive filthy paws. Leaning forward so that he was face to face, he growled into her face. "Best not give me no trouble fo' this. I show you how I deal with yo' kind if'n you do."
The smell of rotting teeth and cheap beer washed over her and she felt nauseated. Which only helped the role she was playing. She nodded demurely and allowed him to roughly pull her along, fighting back the cold smile that threatened to break upon her features. She was just biding her time.