Post by BadInfluence on Apr 26, 2014 11:21:53 GMT 9.5
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°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *She had been pretty much completely unaware of the fact that Ace had left her side to tend to the banging at the back door so late at night. What she was aware of… Was the appearance of another person there with her, a familiar face that was even more terrifying because she was becoming so… used to it. There had been a time when that face was enough to make her break out into a cold sweat, to shake and shiver, to cry out in her sleep… He had been her nightly terror, her own personal Lucifer, her torturer for almost two months now. He didn’t come around on the nights Ace slept with her though, but on those nights when he wasn’t beside her, there was no stopping him. Ace was like her talisman against him, and only when she slept with him did she ever truly get any rest, any real sleep that her body was starting to need at a dangerous level. It seemed tonight, despite everything, she was once again going to be suffering through another night of torment. She was resigned to it at this stage after all, the mind rather starts to shut down from that constant state of fear, growing numb. Tonight it was different though… Usually her nightmares with him were dark… always dark and full of blood and pain… But… Something was not quite right. There was no blood, no darkness… She was actually in her room, wrapped up in the blankets in her big bed with a candle burning there on the counter… Yet there he was too, standing before her, whispering at her to open her eyes which she did despite her desire to keep them quite shut indeed. This was not normal at all, she had never had the nightmares in her room before, nor had he ever actually….spoken to her… No, not spoken, this was not just something as simple as speaking. It was a compelling force, a command that she couldn’t fight. Her eyes opened then and she knew she wasn’t dreaming… everything about her was in all too real a focus for it to be a dream… too sharp. She could smell the fire burning in her little fireplace built into the wall, the beeswax of the candle by her bed, the lavender of her sheets… Oh…. Those jade colored eyes widened considerably then when she looked over at the figure and whimpered deep in the back of her throat, her fingers grasping that comforter close against her naked body. Why on all nights, did it have to be now? Hadn’t she endured enough to be given just one night, just one, free from pain? She looked quickly to the other side of the bed only to see Ace wasn’t there, and with how utterly silent the house was she knew he wasn’t here… She knew a moment of rage and true panic then… Why had he left her, this of ALL nights when he had proposed to her? What could have been so important to draw him away from her on such an important night to them? Or was it just her? No… She shouldn’t think something like that… It wasn’t fair to him…
When she looked back she saw that the figure who had been standing in a shadowed corner of the room had suddenly closed the distance while she looked over at her bed to see if Ace had been sleeping beside her or not… She was fast, but not that fast… Then again, why was she thinking of things on a normal scale? She knew this….thing…person…ghost… Whatever it was, had a power that defied anything she had seen before. She knew there was no point in trying to lock it into a human’s means when it went so far beyond it. They were damn near nose to nose, and the smell that hit her knocked the breath out of her… It wasn’t that it was a bad smell, but more like a familiar one… Very… Very familiar… This was the first time she had ever smelled him, after all she never smelled anything in her nightmares and so the shock of it all just hit her one right after the other… This… Thing… It smelled like Ace… But herself… And when she looked up at that face, she saw so much of him in there that she felt a wave of darkness hit her… Through everything, real and nightmare, she had never once been close to fainting, but right now she was so terribly close that it was terrifying… The shock of it made her feel sick, ill, shaken to the soul… She knew without needing to be told what this was… The how of it… That was entirely beyond her scope to understand. Magic would probably always be outside of her means to understand, no matter how simple it was. Whatever it was, this…thing…was beyond cruel. She slid a bit deeper into that darkness, almost consumed when she felt a sharp sting on her cheek, making her eyes snap open, take focus of the room around her again. She felt a hand on her jaw, cruel and biting, making her wince as she was forced to look into those crimson colored eyes. She tried to pull out of that grasp but the more she tried, the harder it got until she felt her skin bruise, growing hot from the blood and nanobots rushing to the area. Her hand reached out, reflex perhaps?, striking that face despite how hard it was to do so. She collided with something that felt like bloody marble, her hand stung fiercely for her effort, and he hadn’t moved a hair. Then it spoke, a deep sort of musical voice that was a blend of hers and Aces, but neither, deeper than both of them could manage naturally.*
”Oh come now… That wasn’t very nice… You shouldn’t strike your children you know, they’ll come to hate and resent you for it…”
*Her hand moved to curl around that wrist, to try and pull those fingers off of her face, it was starting to hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes and if he kept up the pressure much longer he would break her jaw. She couldn’t make it move though, despite sinking her nails into his skin like cats claws, ripping through down to muscle and making him bleed, his hold never lessened, never shifted. It was hard to fight one handed, the other sunk in like steel around that comforter, the only thing between herself and him. She wasn’t stupid, blind to the situation she found herself in at this point in time. She had known this was going to happen at some point, she had been threatened with it nightly for over a month after all, so it came as no surprise… But the knowledge didn’t make her any less afraid. She was alone in this house, no servants or helpers who would hear her scream and if he was here as he was now, she had no doubt he had done all he could to ensure that she wasn’t going to leave here alive… No one would come to save her… Tears began to well there in her eyes, to spill from the corners down her now bruised cheeks and jaw. Her voice was barely a whisper, hardly a sound, muted by his grip on her delicate flesh.*”Please…. Please don’t do this….”
(04:19:09 )
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.:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
.:Veins that Pump with Fear, Sucking Dark is Clear:.
.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
says to ♪Ŧŗį: *There would be no mercy for her today, nor ever, not at his hands. She had betrayed him in his mind, getting with that piece of trash Ace and getting pregnant, but this last bit had been the frosting on the proverbial fucked up cake. He had told Ace that day in the storefront that he was only letting him borrow her, that no matter what, she was his at the end of the day. The fact that he had proposed, as if he had any such right to do it KNOWING Trinity was to be his bride… Oh nooo… No no no, he wasn’t going to let that shit slide! As soon as Ace had left, he had tailed the man, just a moment, just long enough to find out where he was going. It was almost disgusting really, the way the men here were, just fucking pathetic. Not a one of them here had a moment of loyalty between them, not a fucking one. All of them were fucking around on their partners, and even if they weren’t dipping poles in each other’s ponds as much, there was still so much disloyalty it was nauseating. Look at him, running after that little redhead as soon as her husband was dead, and on THIS night of all nights, the night he proposed to his wife… It was time she had her eyes opened about her little betrothed, a good slap of reality might just be what she needed. He had been slowly driving a wedge between them nightly, haunting her dreams and shadowing her daylight hours, pushing her farther and farther down into depression, into darkness, sweet despair. She had held on with a stubborn tenacity though, much longer than he had expected and he couldn’t quite say if he admired her or hated her for it. Either way, he wasn’t going to waste any more time playing around with her. His father was down in Naggoth, and he was sure he had gotten wind of what he had done and he was counting the hours before they came after him on the hunt. Before they got him, he would finish the work he had started. It had been all too easy to get into the house, there wasn’t even a single paltry little ward on the entire place. There would be by the time he was done with it though, wards that would record everything he was about to do, would scream them at him each time he turned around until Ace found them all and destroyed them. It was a parting gift, a swift kick to the nuts as it were. It was less than he deserved, but it was a start, a little sampler to what was to come. He had gone into her room all too easily, watching her sleeping there like an angel without a single strip of clothing under those blankets. He had smelled him all over her, ruining her natural perfume with that nasty man stink of humans, feeding his rage at the entire thing. That ring on her finger though, oh what a paltry little thing, cheap gold and a cheap little stone… He had slipped in before she woke up, letting his presence start to drag her out of that sleep she was drifting in. He took that ring off her finger, pocketing it to use later on. He was going to royally torture her, make her beg for mercy before he was done with it all, and he still wouldn’t have gotten everything he wanted. As she woke up, taking it all in, his hand took her jaw in his at that whimper of hers. Oh no, it wasn’t time for crying just yet! That slap on his cheek had startled him, he didn’t think she had THAT much spunk left in her, not after a month and a half of solid torment. Well! She wouldn’t have it for long! He spat those words at her, teasing, tormenting her, driving another dagger into her heart. He was rewarded by her sinking her claws into his skin, just like an enraged kitten, so adorable and fragile… He resisted snapping her neck. His restraint was rewarded with her tears and her whimpers, her words just barely heard through that grip of his. Oh, she was begging for what, mercy? He had no mercy. He had no reason to spare her, and if anything, he was doing her a favor.* “Why?... Don’t you know where your Dear sweet Ace is? You know he isn’t here in the house, but do you know where he is at?... How about I tell you? As soon as he got a chance to, he went RUNNING to that pretty little redhead lady. Why, he couldn’t even wait a single day before leaving you here, alone, pregnant, abandoned… You know he won’t tell you he loves you…Ever… He won’t because he knows it’s a lie… He loves that sweet young thing over yonder, the gorgeous redhead who’s five times the woman you are… He’s loved her for, oh, quite a while… You’re just a fill in my dear, just a pale little substitute, water to her wine. I mean, what did you expect? You’re not even human anymore… You’re just a little fuck doll, did you think he would look past it? No man will ever look past it…”*He laughed then, watching the shock, followed by denial before pain, oh GOD Such sweet, glorious, beautiful pain washed over those delicate Irish features. She didn’t want to believe him he knew, but he had given her just enough facts mixed in with lies that she couldn’t be sure if it was the truth, or lies. With Ace not being here though, she was leaning more towards the former. After all, Ace was indeed gone, and despite everything, never once had those words passed his lips. Ooooh but this was so sweet, and he hadn’t even started with her! Such a responsive little thing! He pushed her back violently then, her teeth jarring together violently, slicing into her tongue with the force of it, making the back of her head collide with the headboard hard enough to dent it and slice open her scalp. She screamed in sudden pain, a shriek that died out into sob that was better than any music to his ears. He could smell her blood the second it hit the air, watching it spread out over those cream colored sheets and pillow cases.*”Yes… Bleed just like that…we’ll paint this whole room crimson before we’re done! Such a pretty piece of art we’ll leave for your little maggot…Of course, the BEST part is the mess we’ll leave on the bed… I can’t quite decide if I should rape you and then make you miscarry… Or Force those little bastard seeds out of you THEN force my cock inside you… Ah Choices, choices… ”*He laughed, that same terrifying laugh that she had heard on so many nights he knew, torturing her, tormenting her with it till she woke up screaming. Well, there was no waking up from this! She was stuck quite firmly in reality and he wasn’t going to let her black out to spare herself from what was happening. His hand found that comforter, the sheets beneath it and began to slowly pull it away from her, her hands holding the back of her head, trying to stem the flow of blood, dazed and lost from the sudden blow to the head. He had it pulled off of her, watching her try to get her head clear, to reach down to try and fight him with it, to keep her naked body covered. As if he would do that! He pulled it down to the tops of her thighs, and his eyes immediately found that little rounding belly of hers.**Yes…they will have to go… Did you tell Ace that you were having twin girls? Or did you want to be some stupid human and surprise him with it?”
(05:02:18 )
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°Dh'aindeoin Co Theireadh °
°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
says to .|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *She wished to God in these moments that she had gone after that rumor the second she had heard it, rather than waiting to talk to Ace about it, to get his feedback about it all. She should have gone after them and just brought them back here, kept it to herself so that if anything like this happened she would have some sort of protection. She knew no combat skills, she had no weapons here besides her claws and teeth, no way to defend herself. She was at the mercy of someone who was bigger than her, outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, and that was just the physical aspect of it. She had tried to hurt him, to get him to let her go, leave her alone, but it was like a newborn kitten trying to fight the wolf that was about to devour it. The pain on her jaw was getting too intense, it made her want to scream in pain the way she could feel the bones underneath in their metal casing start to dent, to compact the bone underneath it. Those words in response to her plea though… They hurt worse than anything that whore Amber had said to her, and Amber had hurt her greatly that morning. At least Ace had been there, in a fury over what he had hurt, coming to her defense, protecting her… Only he wasn’t here now… and if… Who ever this was… If they were right… She didn’t want to believe it… She wanted to have faith in Ace, to trust him, believe in him…but Where was he then? What was worse was the fact that much of what was being said rang with so much truth that it was a physical blow each time she heard a single syllable. Was Ace really in love with another woman? It would explain so many things, too many for her to count, to bear looking at under a closer lens. After all, he had told her from the start he couldn’t give her anything she was hoping for… Was he trying to tell her then, that morning that his heart was with another? Oh god… Her voice broke on a sob, but she still tried to summon up some measure of strength, some resilience, some steel.*”Lies… Filthy, Disgusting Lies! I don’t care WHAT you say about me, but don’t you DARE Lie about Ace! He’s more of a man than you will EVER be, you damn bastard!” *As soon as those words were out of her mouth that her head was rocked back, viciously shoved into that headboard. She could feel the wood bend, to divot beneath the shape of her delicate skull, feel it slice the skin of her scalp clean open. A wash of white hot pain flooded her, made her eyes black out for a moment as the whole world went dark. She shrieked out her pain, it was so sudden, so intense, so much worse than the slicing of her flesh that day. She choked on the blood that was quickly filling her mouth, making her lean forward, her hands cupped at the back of her head, trying to stem the flow of blood and not drown on her own that was quickly filling her mouth. She had to spit, her lips parted ad blood dribbled out between them as the whole world started to tilt on her. She had to shake her head to clear it, but at the same time that motion made her violently ill, causing her to get a set of the dry heaves. Those words… No…. NO! She closed her eyes, swallowed blood and bile both, choking but her words were a scream.*”NO! No Don’t!! Don’t touch my babies! I don’t CARE what you to do me, but for the love of God! Not them! Not them!!”*She was starting to panic, the pain, the threat, the blood loss all combined to being suddenly woken up as she had been… She was entirely, completely of balance. She felt that comforter start to slide down, her bloodied hands lowering, trying to grip that fabric but her hands didn’t seem to close quite right. She was bared, naked to him despite it all. Her hands gave up trying to stem the blood flow, moving to cover her breasts and the other over her belly, trying to curl her legs up, to protect that delicate little curve. Good God… How much more?.... How much more was she going to suffer? When he threatened her again, threatened those children… Girls?... She hadn’t known… She would have another two months before she would be able to see if they were boys or girls… And all this… All this out of the mouth of what would have been her son… She wasn’t even sure what to do, how to handle this… ALL of this… For the Love Of GOD it was her Son… She couldn’t deny that, he looked so similar to Ace, that coloring and the shape of the jaw and cheekbones… The same unruly hair, full lips.. All of it… She saw little of herself in there but she hadn’t expected to… How was she supposed to fight that? Each time she hit him, she would know she was hitting her son… Yet on the same hand this same son was threatening to kill her babies, and deciding if he should rape her first, or after?! She continued to curl up into a little ball, to try and hide from him. Oh how those sheets were turning crimson so quickly, the blood flowing so freely down her neck and back and onto the cream colored bedding.*”If you’re going to Rape me… Rape me… If you are going to kill my babies, your sisters… Then do it… Stop fucking talking and DO it… “
(05:07:48 ) Dice Roller - ♪Ŧŗį : Rolled 1 dice with 6 sides -
Roll 1: 3
Total of all die: 3
(06:20:39 )
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.:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
.:Veins that Pump with Fear, Sucking Dark is Clear:.
.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
says to ♪Ŧŗį: *He snorted at her words, a thick black eyebrow rising as those full lips curled into a cold, vicious smile that would have done his mother proud. It would be rather hard to insult someone who didn’t care, and downright impossible to insult someone who was everything the opposition claimed they were. He WAS a bastard, body and soul in this instance since the parents of his soul, and his body were both unmarried before, during, and after conception and birth. So yeah, can’t really hit a mark there. Calling Ace more of a man though… Well, technically that was right too, since Ace was nothing more than a meat puppet human and he himself was half primordial and half dragon… If she was trying to piss him off though, she was failing miserably on that front. He had relished the sound of her head cracking against the wood, hard enough to stun, too soft to kill. He didn’t want HER dead after all, just the parasites inside her. He didn’t want her to join him in Naggoth until she was good and broken, a soulless puppet for his pleasure and molding.*”Awww, that hurt…. Oh wait, no it didn’t. Why would I lie to you about Ace, hmm? It’s not as if he can do anything to stop me, he’s tried and failed before, and if he were here, he would try and fail again. Stupid bastard is all out of bargaining chips, even if he were here, he would have nothing to offer up to stem the inevitable. He knew over a month ago I would come to claim you, and the only thing that was stopping me is gone now, so really, you’re both up the proverbial shit creek… Still, it’s a pity he isn’t here to see it, live performances are always the best… Oh, but don’t worry, I’m recording the whole thing for him so when he gets home after whetting his whistle on that redhead. As soon as he walks in that door, he’s going to have an awesome play by play of everything that happened. Why, even this conversation is being recorded for him. Anything you want to say to him? Perhaps you’re goodbye?”*He hoped she would cry, beg him to save her, oh that would be such a sweet little message to pass on! He could imagine the rage Ace would feel, the way he would just go off the deep end and do whatever stupid shit it was when he got pissed. Really, what a riot! The guy didn’t even know what the hell his own feelings were, yet he could and would go off on a murder spree if given half the provocation. So funny. He had hit a nerve with her though, when he threatened to make her miscarry those little alien parasites inside her. Well then, that decided it for him. He had planned on raping her, he would love how tight she got when he did, but really he wasn’t here for pleasure of the carnal sort. He was here for the sheer shake of torturing her, throwing it all in Ace’s face, his last hurrah before returning to hell. After all, she would probably kill herself or die from the blood loss and pain and he would have her down there with him soon enough anyways. He didn’t mind a bit of a longer wait. He laughed, a cold, cruel sort of cackle as he rubbed his hands together.*”Yes! Ooooh indeed my dear, indeed! What, did you think I would just come over here and pop in for a little chat? A Cup of Tea? Oh my dear, don’t be so droll!! I came here to make Ace suffer! He knew what he was up against, and he didn’t even try to protect you. Nope, as soon as that redhead’s husband was out of the way, Pop! Off he goes like a rabbit to go bed the next best thing! He doesn’t care about you, he never will. Sure, the sex is good, I’ve been watching you two go at it pretty often this last couple of weeks. Very kinky in that sunroom, but really, we both know it’s not enough. Fuck him and Suck him all you want, it won’t make him stay. There will always be another woman, another virgin out there who’s prettier, smarter, sweeter, stronger than you. Don’t worry though, you won’t be alone! That man has left a trail the world long three times over of broken hearts. You’re just another marker sweet cheeks. Why, you should be THANKING me for what I’m about to do! Now you won’t have to bear any pink screaming little bastards. Besides, it would be such a pity to see such a beautiful little body grow fat and ugly with children… We’ll take care of that right now, hmm?”*He watched her start to curl up, trying to protect herself and the children and all he could do was snicker. Really, as if such a pathetic little motion would do anything to save her? Really? Well, lets pull the blankets over her head cause that makes bad guys go away too! He reached out and grabbed her legs and savagely yanked her straight, not caring that he broke a leg in the process. She was such a tiny little thing after all, really more like a bird or some other small, cute, helpless little animal. Her scream when that leg snapped despite the metal casing gave him the chills in all sorts of deliciously bad ways! Oh it was music, it was heaven, and GOD was it ever sweet. At the end though… her words, gritted out… Awww… Was she giving in already? Why, he hadn’t even really begun to play! That pissed him off, dulled some of that buzz he was getting. He would pull her father down, separating that bone from muscle even more, making her scream even louder, sure the neighbors would hear if any were about. He just kept laughing. He got down then, and grabbed a fistful of that long, beautiful golden hair and used it like a rope, wrapping it around her neck and hauling her up with it till she was on her knees.*”Oh come ON now!! Don’t give up so damned quickly, it’s less fun when you don’t fight! So FUCKING FIGHT ME!”*He dragged her off that bed then, blood spattering all around really, rather like a painter going a bit ape shit with a brush. She would have to stand up on that broken leg, that or be choked out on her own hair. He would then toss her into the vanity with it’s full length mirror, watching her collide with it, shattering it and raining down silver shards of broken glass on her, slicing up all that perfect skin, burring itself in parts of her flesh quite deeply. He crossed over to her again, fist in her hair once more to drag her over to the middle of the floor, trailing blood all over the room in the process. Really, anyone seeing this room would have a hard time telling if who ever got hurt here had lived or not. He pressed his boot down over her stomach then, right over that wee little swell and began to press down.*”I wonder if I press hard enough… Will you pop… Or will they?”
(07:33:22 )
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°Dh'aindeoin Co Theireadh °
°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
says to .|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *What in the world was this guy talking about? Bargaining Chips?... Gone?... Might be the blood loss or perhaps more so the concussion, but one way or the other she was having quite the hard time making sense of what he was saying, what point he was trying to get across. Then again, the whole room was tilted at such an odd angle, blurred and fuzzy about the edges and tinted black and getting darker. She was catching perhaps every other word, sometimes more, but quickly growing into less and less… The part that stuck… Was when he said he was recording it all… That as soon as Ace got home he would be forced to watch it all, scene by scene… Oh God… Oh my God… No… She forced her eyes open a bit wider, that vibrant green starting to fade to a darker shade of moss. Damn it, but if the world would just come into focus for a few more minutes, just a few… Surely then she could do something, even if it was just to run… Right?... Wait… What was he saying now?.... To say goodbye to Ace?... She looked up at him then, confusion quite evident on her face as she struggled to come to grips with the reality. She shook her head softly then, a soft, rather angelic smile on her face. Her voice was hoarse, much of the melody in it gone from it, mellowing it out to simple soft, sweet tones.*”I wouldn’t…. give you the… satisfaction… Thank you very much…”*Yes, she still had pluck… but it was fading too fast to remain much longer. The threat to make her miscarry, out of all of this hell, was the only thing that really scared her. She wasn’t afraid to die because if she did, they would go with her… But living after losing them? She didn’t want that… From the moment she found out she was pregnant, her life’s priorities had shifted drastically. It wasn’t about her figuring out how to live, or about what this world could offer her. It was about what she could give to her children, what this world had to offer THEM. When she found out she could die, would die in giving birth, her only regret was that she wasn’t going to see them grow up. If they couldn’t live, she didn’t want to either, it was that simple. In them rested her hopes of a happy future, one full of laughter and joy, a chance at everything she had ever dreamed of. It was fitting in a way, that this was happening tonight… She didn’t really have much right to happiness, no real stake to hold in it like others might. She knee what she was getting into, better perhaps that Ace, or anyone else might realize. She didn’t expect sunshine and rainbows, a fairy tale ending with prince charming on a white horse, armor blazing in the light… She had been content, happy with being wanted, or at least the illusion of it. If Ace was indeed off with this person he loved… Well… At least the illusion was beautiful for those moments when the sun was shining… He had given her that much, more than anyone else had. So she lay there, curled up, fetal like and far too delicate for words. Dressed she looked like an angel, naked she looked like she was made from porcelain and gold and all too fragile. It was part of her appeal, this innate delicacy, the appearance of being too insubstantial to be human, more fantasy than reality. Then he had put his hands on her legs and jerked her savagely, and she could feel that crisp, clean snap of bone and metal, like the sound of a metal bolt breaking. Oh she screamed for him then, high, blood curdling, pain ridden agony. Another wave of black hit her with the force of a grenade and she was struggling to stay awake… She had a high tolerance for pain, she could block receptors if she had to in order to keep herself from blacking out, but it wouldn’t be so easy with this. She had stopped messing with her programs for some days now, worried that any tampering would cause something to go wrong in her body, to hurt the babies somehow. Right now, she could have used it, but all those things as such were long out of her reach and all she could do was struggle to come back to the surface after each new wave of agony. She had no choice at the end, she was losing consciousness, and she would rather give in and let him kill her, than make Ace watch another moment of this hellish farce. That hand on her already broken leg though, that could have shattered glass if any had been near her with that next scream, her hands digging into that mattress, trying to pull herself away from him. Then his hand was in her hair again, opening that clotted matt of golden tresses over the large wound there, causing the blood to gush forth all over again, making her eyes roll up in the back of her head in a silent scream. Those long block locks wrapped all too easily about her slender throat, choking off hair and sound alike. She wanted to scream, the pain of being forced to put weight on that leg was enough to make her black out, and she had. Fight him? What a sick joke… There was no way she could fight off someone who was that much bigger than her, even more so without as much as a letter opener at her disposal. Did she scream for Ace once through all this? No… She wouldn’t give him another cross to bear… Not hers. She sink into that blissful blackness of a pain free void, happy to remain there forever but that just wasn’t the case. When she was thrown into the mirror, she bounced off of it like some fleshy mannequin, crumpling to the floor without a drop of live movement from her. She looked like a doll who’s been savagely mauled by the family pet and left to rot there on the floor. She had the sensation of being drug all over again, the shards of glass in her skin being ripped open, pulled lose or shoved in depending, just drawing out more blood, more fluid to pain that once pretty room into a horror show. There would be no way to get the blood out of the carpet, to cover the walls or bedding… She felt that boot on her stomach then, that pressure that built up more and more and more until he had all his weight on her, her hands wrapped around that ankle, fumbling, struggling to get it off but all her strength was no more than a fluttering of her hands about his leg, moths about a flame. She felt it then, about a minute or two into that pressure… A sudden gush of fluid between her thighs… She didn’t scream from the pain though it was intense, so many levels just layered on one atop the other… No… the sound she made was a wail, a wounded animal in it’s death throes, a banshee in the night. Her good leg lifted up, tried to tilt her body somehow, to get him off of her but he just pushed down harder. Another gush, hotter, stronger…. It was too late… Her head hit the floor as she lost it… Mentally and physically broken, blood leaving her in dangerous amounts, the life inside her snuffed out… All she could do was scream her pain, her sorrow, her loss… He won.*
°Dh'aindeoin Co Theireadh °
°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *She had been pretty much completely unaware of the fact that Ace had left her side to tend to the banging at the back door so late at night. What she was aware of… Was the appearance of another person there with her, a familiar face that was even more terrifying because she was becoming so… used to it. There had been a time when that face was enough to make her break out into a cold sweat, to shake and shiver, to cry out in her sleep… He had been her nightly terror, her own personal Lucifer, her torturer for almost two months now. He didn’t come around on the nights Ace slept with her though, but on those nights when he wasn’t beside her, there was no stopping him. Ace was like her talisman against him, and only when she slept with him did she ever truly get any rest, any real sleep that her body was starting to need at a dangerous level. It seemed tonight, despite everything, she was once again going to be suffering through another night of torment. She was resigned to it at this stage after all, the mind rather starts to shut down from that constant state of fear, growing numb. Tonight it was different though… Usually her nightmares with him were dark… always dark and full of blood and pain… But… Something was not quite right. There was no blood, no darkness… She was actually in her room, wrapped up in the blankets in her big bed with a candle burning there on the counter… Yet there he was too, standing before her, whispering at her to open her eyes which she did despite her desire to keep them quite shut indeed. This was not normal at all, she had never had the nightmares in her room before, nor had he ever actually….spoken to her… No, not spoken, this was not just something as simple as speaking. It was a compelling force, a command that she couldn’t fight. Her eyes opened then and she knew she wasn’t dreaming… everything about her was in all too real a focus for it to be a dream… too sharp. She could smell the fire burning in her little fireplace built into the wall, the beeswax of the candle by her bed, the lavender of her sheets… Oh…. Those jade colored eyes widened considerably then when she looked over at the figure and whimpered deep in the back of her throat, her fingers grasping that comforter close against her naked body. Why on all nights, did it have to be now? Hadn’t she endured enough to be given just one night, just one, free from pain? She looked quickly to the other side of the bed only to see Ace wasn’t there, and with how utterly silent the house was she knew he wasn’t here… She knew a moment of rage and true panic then… Why had he left her, this of ALL nights when he had proposed to her? What could have been so important to draw him away from her on such an important night to them? Or was it just her? No… She shouldn’t think something like that… It wasn’t fair to him…When she looked back she saw that the figure who had been standing in a shadowed corner of the room had suddenly closed the distance while she looked over at her bed to see if Ace had been sleeping beside her or not… She was fast, but not that fast… Then again, why was she thinking of things on a normal scale? She knew this….thing…person…ghost… Whatever it was, had a power that defied anything she had seen before. She knew there was no point in trying to lock it into a human’s means when it went so far beyond it. They were damn near nose to nose, and the smell that hit her knocked the breath out of her… It wasn’t that it was a bad smell, but more like a familiar one… Very… Very familiar… This was the first time she had ever smelled him, after all she never smelled anything in her nightmares and so the shock of it all just hit her one right after the other… This… Thing… It smelled like Ace… But herself… And when she looked up at that face, she saw so much of him in there that she felt a wave of darkness hit her… Through everything, real and nightmare, she had never once been close to fainting, but right now she was so terribly close that it was terrifying… The shock of it made her feel sick, ill, shaken to the soul… She knew without needing to be told what this was… The how of it… That was entirely beyond her scope to understand. Magic would probably always be outside of her means to understand, no matter how simple it was. Whatever it was, this…thing…was beyond cruel. She slid a bit deeper into that darkness, almost consumed when she felt a sharp sting on her cheek, making her eyes snap open, take focus of the room around her again. She felt a hand on her jaw, cruel and biting, making her wince as she was forced to look into those crimson colored eyes. She tried to pull out of that grasp but the more she tried, the harder it got until she felt her skin bruise, growing hot from the blood and nanobots rushing to the area. Her hand reached out, reflex perhaps?, striking that face despite how hard it was to do so. She collided with something that felt like bloody marble, her hand stung fiercely for her effort, and he hadn’t moved a hair. Then it spoke, a deep sort of musical voice that was a blend of hers and Aces, but neither, deeper than both of them could manage naturally.*
”Oh come now… That wasn’t very nice… You shouldn’t strike your children you know, they’ll come to hate and resent you for it…”
*Her hand moved to curl around that wrist, to try and pull those fingers off of her face, it was starting to hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes and if he kept up the pressure much longer he would break her jaw. She couldn’t make it move though, despite sinking her nails into his skin like cats claws, ripping through down to muscle and making him bleed, his hold never lessened, never shifted. It was hard to fight one handed, the other sunk in like steel around that comforter, the only thing between herself and him. She wasn’t stupid, blind to the situation she found herself in at this point in time. She had known this was going to happen at some point, she had been threatened with it nightly for over a month after all, so it came as no surprise… But the knowledge didn’t make her any less afraid. She was alone in this house, no servants or helpers who would hear her scream and if he was here as he was now, she had no doubt he had done all he could to ensure that she wasn’t going to leave here alive… No one would come to save her… Tears began to well there in her eyes, to spill from the corners down her now bruised cheeks and jaw. Her voice was barely a whisper, hardly a sound, muted by his grip on her delicate flesh.*”Please…. Please don’t do this….”
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
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.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
says to ♪Ŧŗį: *There would be no mercy for her today, nor ever, not at his hands. She had betrayed him in his mind, getting with that piece of trash Ace and getting pregnant, but this last bit had been the frosting on the proverbial fucked up cake. He had told Ace that day in the storefront that he was only letting him borrow her, that no matter what, she was his at the end of the day. The fact that he had proposed, as if he had any such right to do it KNOWING Trinity was to be his bride… Oh nooo… No no no, he wasn’t going to let that shit slide! As soon as Ace had left, he had tailed the man, just a moment, just long enough to find out where he was going. It was almost disgusting really, the way the men here were, just fucking pathetic. Not a one of them here had a moment of loyalty between them, not a fucking one. All of them were fucking around on their partners, and even if they weren’t dipping poles in each other’s ponds as much, there was still so much disloyalty it was nauseating. Look at him, running after that little redhead as soon as her husband was dead, and on THIS night of all nights, the night he proposed to his wife… It was time she had her eyes opened about her little betrothed, a good slap of reality might just be what she needed. He had been slowly driving a wedge between them nightly, haunting her dreams and shadowing her daylight hours, pushing her farther and farther down into depression, into darkness, sweet despair. She had held on with a stubborn tenacity though, much longer than he had expected and he couldn’t quite say if he admired her or hated her for it. Either way, he wasn’t going to waste any more time playing around with her. His father was down in Naggoth, and he was sure he had gotten wind of what he had done and he was counting the hours before they came after him on the hunt. Before they got him, he would finish the work he had started. It had been all too easy to get into the house, there wasn’t even a single paltry little ward on the entire place. There would be by the time he was done with it though, wards that would record everything he was about to do, would scream them at him each time he turned around until Ace found them all and destroyed them. It was a parting gift, a swift kick to the nuts as it were. It was less than he deserved, but it was a start, a little sampler to what was to come. He had gone into her room all too easily, watching her sleeping there like an angel without a single strip of clothing under those blankets. He had smelled him all over her, ruining her natural perfume with that nasty man stink of humans, feeding his rage at the entire thing. That ring on her finger though, oh what a paltry little thing, cheap gold and a cheap little stone… He had slipped in before she woke up, letting his presence start to drag her out of that sleep she was drifting in. He took that ring off her finger, pocketing it to use later on. He was going to royally torture her, make her beg for mercy before he was done with it all, and he still wouldn’t have gotten everything he wanted. As she woke up, taking it all in, his hand took her jaw in his at that whimper of hers. Oh no, it wasn’t time for crying just yet! That slap on his cheek had startled him, he didn’t think she had THAT much spunk left in her, not after a month and a half of solid torment. Well! She wouldn’t have it for long! He spat those words at her, teasing, tormenting her, driving another dagger into her heart. He was rewarded by her sinking her claws into his skin, just like an enraged kitten, so adorable and fragile… He resisted snapping her neck. His restraint was rewarded with her tears and her whimpers, her words just barely heard through that grip of his. Oh, she was begging for what, mercy? He had no mercy. He had no reason to spare her, and if anything, he was doing her a favor.* “Why?... Don’t you know where your Dear sweet Ace is? You know he isn’t here in the house, but do you know where he is at?... How about I tell you? As soon as he got a chance to, he went RUNNING to that pretty little redhead lady. Why, he couldn’t even wait a single day before leaving you here, alone, pregnant, abandoned… You know he won’t tell you he loves you…Ever… He won’t because he knows it’s a lie… He loves that sweet young thing over yonder, the gorgeous redhead who’s five times the woman you are… He’s loved her for, oh, quite a while… You’re just a fill in my dear, just a pale little substitute, water to her wine. I mean, what did you expect? You’re not even human anymore… You’re just a little fuck doll, did you think he would look past it? No man will ever look past it…”*He laughed then, watching the shock, followed by denial before pain, oh GOD Such sweet, glorious, beautiful pain washed over those delicate Irish features. She didn’t want to believe him he knew, but he had given her just enough facts mixed in with lies that she couldn’t be sure if it was the truth, or lies. With Ace not being here though, she was leaning more towards the former. After all, Ace was indeed gone, and despite everything, never once had those words passed his lips. Ooooh but this was so sweet, and he hadn’t even started with her! Such a responsive little thing! He pushed her back violently then, her teeth jarring together violently, slicing into her tongue with the force of it, making the back of her head collide with the headboard hard enough to dent it and slice open her scalp. She screamed in sudden pain, a shriek that died out into sob that was better than any music to his ears. He could smell her blood the second it hit the air, watching it spread out over those cream colored sheets and pillow cases.*”Yes… Bleed just like that…we’ll paint this whole room crimson before we’re done! Such a pretty piece of art we’ll leave for your little maggot…Of course, the BEST part is the mess we’ll leave on the bed… I can’t quite decide if I should rape you and then make you miscarry… Or Force those little bastard seeds out of you THEN force my cock inside you… Ah Choices, choices… ”*He laughed, that same terrifying laugh that she had heard on so many nights he knew, torturing her, tormenting her with it till she woke up screaming. Well, there was no waking up from this! She was stuck quite firmly in reality and he wasn’t going to let her black out to spare herself from what was happening. His hand found that comforter, the sheets beneath it and began to slowly pull it away from her, her hands holding the back of her head, trying to stem the flow of blood, dazed and lost from the sudden blow to the head. He had it pulled off of her, watching her try to get her head clear, to reach down to try and fight him with it, to keep her naked body covered. As if he would do that! He pulled it down to the tops of her thighs, and his eyes immediately found that little rounding belly of hers.**Yes…they will have to go… Did you tell Ace that you were having twin girls? Or did you want to be some stupid human and surprise him with it?”
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°Dh'aindeoin Co Theireadh °
°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *She wished to God in these moments that she had gone after that rumor the second she had heard it, rather than waiting to talk to Ace about it, to get his feedback about it all. She should have gone after them and just brought them back here, kept it to herself so that if anything like this happened she would have some sort of protection. She knew no combat skills, she had no weapons here besides her claws and teeth, no way to defend herself. She was at the mercy of someone who was bigger than her, outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, and that was just the physical aspect of it. She had tried to hurt him, to get him to let her go, leave her alone, but it was like a newborn kitten trying to fight the wolf that was about to devour it. The pain on her jaw was getting too intense, it made her want to scream in pain the way she could feel the bones underneath in their metal casing start to dent, to compact the bone underneath it. Those words in response to her plea though… They hurt worse than anything that whore Amber had said to her, and Amber had hurt her greatly that morning. At least Ace had been there, in a fury over what he had hurt, coming to her defense, protecting her… Only he wasn’t here now… and if… Who ever this was… If they were right… She didn’t want to believe it… She wanted to have faith in Ace, to trust him, believe in him…but Where was he then? What was worse was the fact that much of what was being said rang with so much truth that it was a physical blow each time she heard a single syllable. Was Ace really in love with another woman? It would explain so many things, too many for her to count, to bear looking at under a closer lens. After all, he had told her from the start he couldn’t give her anything she was hoping for… Was he trying to tell her then, that morning that his heart was with another? Oh god… Her voice broke on a sob, but she still tried to summon up some measure of strength, some resilience, some steel.*”Lies… Filthy, Disgusting Lies! I don’t care WHAT you say about me, but don’t you DARE Lie about Ace! He’s more of a man than you will EVER be, you damn bastard!” *As soon as those words were out of her mouth that her head was rocked back, viciously shoved into that headboard. She could feel the wood bend, to divot beneath the shape of her delicate skull, feel it slice the skin of her scalp clean open. A wash of white hot pain flooded her, made her eyes black out for a moment as the whole world went dark. She shrieked out her pain, it was so sudden, so intense, so much worse than the slicing of her flesh that day. She choked on the blood that was quickly filling her mouth, making her lean forward, her hands cupped at the back of her head, trying to stem the flow of blood and not drown on her own that was quickly filling her mouth. She had to spit, her lips parted ad blood dribbled out between them as the whole world started to tilt on her. She had to shake her head to clear it, but at the same time that motion made her violently ill, causing her to get a set of the dry heaves. Those words… No…. NO! She closed her eyes, swallowed blood and bile both, choking but her words were a scream.*”NO! No Don’t!! Don’t touch my babies! I don’t CARE what you to do me, but for the love of God! Not them! Not them!!”*She was starting to panic, the pain, the threat, the blood loss all combined to being suddenly woken up as she had been… She was entirely, completely of balance. She felt that comforter start to slide down, her bloodied hands lowering, trying to grip that fabric but her hands didn’t seem to close quite right. She was bared, naked to him despite it all. Her hands gave up trying to stem the blood flow, moving to cover her breasts and the other over her belly, trying to curl her legs up, to protect that delicate little curve. Good God… How much more?.... How much more was she going to suffer? When he threatened her again, threatened those children… Girls?... She hadn’t known… She would have another two months before she would be able to see if they were boys or girls… And all this… All this out of the mouth of what would have been her son… She wasn’t even sure what to do, how to handle this… ALL of this… For the Love Of GOD it was her Son… She couldn’t deny that, he looked so similar to Ace, that coloring and the shape of the jaw and cheekbones… The same unruly hair, full lips.. All of it… She saw little of herself in there but she hadn’t expected to… How was she supposed to fight that? Each time she hit him, she would know she was hitting her son… Yet on the same hand this same son was threatening to kill her babies, and deciding if he should rape her first, or after?! She continued to curl up into a little ball, to try and hide from him. Oh how those sheets were turning crimson so quickly, the blood flowing so freely down her neck and back and onto the cream colored bedding.*”If you’re going to Rape me… Rape me… If you are going to kill my babies, your sisters… Then do it… Stop fucking talking and DO it… “(05:07:48 ) Dice Roller - ♪Ŧŗį : Rolled 1 dice with 6 sides -
Roll 1: 3
Total of all die: 3
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
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says to ♪Ŧŗį: *He snorted at her words, a thick black eyebrow rising as those full lips curled into a cold, vicious smile that would have done his mother proud. It would be rather hard to insult someone who didn’t care, and downright impossible to insult someone who was everything the opposition claimed they were. He WAS a bastard, body and soul in this instance since the parents of his soul, and his body were both unmarried before, during, and after conception and birth. So yeah, can’t really hit a mark there. Calling Ace more of a man though… Well, technically that was right too, since Ace was nothing more than a meat puppet human and he himself was half primordial and half dragon… If she was trying to piss him off though, she was failing miserably on that front. He had relished the sound of her head cracking against the wood, hard enough to stun, too soft to kill. He didn’t want HER dead after all, just the parasites inside her. He didn’t want her to join him in Naggoth until she was good and broken, a soulless puppet for his pleasure and molding.*”Awww, that hurt…. Oh wait, no it didn’t. Why would I lie to you about Ace, hmm? It’s not as if he can do anything to stop me, he’s tried and failed before, and if he were here, he would try and fail again. Stupid bastard is all out of bargaining chips, even if he were here, he would have nothing to offer up to stem the inevitable. He knew over a month ago I would come to claim you, and the only thing that was stopping me is gone now, so really, you’re both up the proverbial shit creek… Still, it’s a pity he isn’t here to see it, live performances are always the best… Oh, but don’t worry, I’m recording the whole thing for him so when he gets home after whetting his whistle on that redhead. As soon as he walks in that door, he’s going to have an awesome play by play of everything that happened. Why, even this conversation is being recorded for him. Anything you want to say to him? Perhaps you’re goodbye?”*He hoped she would cry, beg him to save her, oh that would be such a sweet little message to pass on! He could imagine the rage Ace would feel, the way he would just go off the deep end and do whatever stupid shit it was when he got pissed. Really, what a riot! The guy didn’t even know what the hell his own feelings were, yet he could and would go off on a murder spree if given half the provocation. So funny. He had hit a nerve with her though, when he threatened to make her miscarry those little alien parasites inside her. Well then, that decided it for him. He had planned on raping her, he would love how tight she got when he did, but really he wasn’t here for pleasure of the carnal sort. He was here for the sheer shake of torturing her, throwing it all in Ace’s face, his last hurrah before returning to hell. After all, she would probably kill herself or die from the blood loss and pain and he would have her down there with him soon enough anyways. He didn’t mind a bit of a longer wait. He laughed, a cold, cruel sort of cackle as he rubbed his hands together.*”Yes! Ooooh indeed my dear, indeed! What, did you think I would just come over here and pop in for a little chat? A Cup of Tea? Oh my dear, don’t be so droll!! I came here to make Ace suffer! He knew what he was up against, and he didn’t even try to protect you. Nope, as soon as that redhead’s husband was out of the way, Pop! Off he goes like a rabbit to go bed the next best thing! He doesn’t care about you, he never will. Sure, the sex is good, I’ve been watching you two go at it pretty often this last couple of weeks. Very kinky in that sunroom, but really, we both know it’s not enough. Fuck him and Suck him all you want, it won’t make him stay. There will always be another woman, another virgin out there who’s prettier, smarter, sweeter, stronger than you. Don’t worry though, you won’t be alone! That man has left a trail the world long three times over of broken hearts. You’re just another marker sweet cheeks. Why, you should be THANKING me for what I’m about to do! Now you won’t have to bear any pink screaming little bastards. Besides, it would be such a pity to see such a beautiful little body grow fat and ugly with children… We’ll take care of that right now, hmm?”*He watched her start to curl up, trying to protect herself and the children and all he could do was snicker. Really, as if such a pathetic little motion would do anything to save her? Really? Well, lets pull the blankets over her head cause that makes bad guys go away too! He reached out and grabbed her legs and savagely yanked her straight, not caring that he broke a leg in the process. She was such a tiny little thing after all, really more like a bird or some other small, cute, helpless little animal. Her scream when that leg snapped despite the metal casing gave him the chills in all sorts of deliciously bad ways! Oh it was music, it was heaven, and GOD was it ever sweet. At the end though… her words, gritted out… Awww… Was she giving in already? Why, he hadn’t even really begun to play! That pissed him off, dulled some of that buzz he was getting. He would pull her father down, separating that bone from muscle even more, making her scream even louder, sure the neighbors would hear if any were about. He just kept laughing. He got down then, and grabbed a fistful of that long, beautiful golden hair and used it like a rope, wrapping it around her neck and hauling her up with it till she was on her knees.*”Oh come ON now!! Don’t give up so damned quickly, it’s less fun when you don’t fight! So FUCKING FIGHT ME!”*He dragged her off that bed then, blood spattering all around really, rather like a painter going a bit ape shit with a brush. She would have to stand up on that broken leg, that or be choked out on her own hair. He would then toss her into the vanity with it’s full length mirror, watching her collide with it, shattering it and raining down silver shards of broken glass on her, slicing up all that perfect skin, burring itself in parts of her flesh quite deeply. He crossed over to her again, fist in her hair once more to drag her over to the middle of the floor, trailing blood all over the room in the process. Really, anyone seeing this room would have a hard time telling if who ever got hurt here had lived or not. He pressed his boot down over her stomach then, right over that wee little swell and began to press down.*”I wonder if I press hard enough… Will you pop… Or will they?”
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°Dh'aindeoin Co Theireadh °
°My Hope Is Constant In Thee°
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|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:..:I'm: *What in the world was this guy talking about? Bargaining Chips?... Gone?... Might be the blood loss or perhaps more so the concussion, but one way or the other she was having quite the hard time making sense of what he was saying, what point he was trying to get across. Then again, the whole room was tilted at such an odd angle, blurred and fuzzy about the edges and tinted black and getting darker. She was catching perhaps every other word, sometimes more, but quickly growing into less and less… The part that stuck… Was when he said he was recording it all… That as soon as Ace got home he would be forced to watch it all, scene by scene… Oh God… Oh my God… No… She forced her eyes open a bit wider, that vibrant green starting to fade to a darker shade of moss. Damn it, but if the world would just come into focus for a few more minutes, just a few… Surely then she could do something, even if it was just to run… Right?... Wait… What was he saying now?.... To say goodbye to Ace?... She looked up at him then, confusion quite evident on her face as she struggled to come to grips with the reality. She shook her head softly then, a soft, rather angelic smile on her face. Her voice was hoarse, much of the melody in it gone from it, mellowing it out to simple soft, sweet tones.*”I wouldn’t…. give you the… satisfaction… Thank you very much…”*Yes, she still had pluck… but it was fading too fast to remain much longer. The threat to make her miscarry, out of all of this hell, was the only thing that really scared her. She wasn’t afraid to die because if she did, they would go with her… But living after losing them? She didn’t want that… From the moment she found out she was pregnant, her life’s priorities had shifted drastically. It wasn’t about her figuring out how to live, or about what this world could offer her. It was about what she could give to her children, what this world had to offer THEM. When she found out she could die, would die in giving birth, her only regret was that she wasn’t going to see them grow up. If they couldn’t live, she didn’t want to either, it was that simple. In them rested her hopes of a happy future, one full of laughter and joy, a chance at everything she had ever dreamed of. It was fitting in a way, that this was happening tonight… She didn’t really have much right to happiness, no real stake to hold in it like others might. She knee what she was getting into, better perhaps that Ace, or anyone else might realize. She didn’t expect sunshine and rainbows, a fairy tale ending with prince charming on a white horse, armor blazing in the light… She had been content, happy with being wanted, or at least the illusion of it. If Ace was indeed off with this person he loved… Well… At least the illusion was beautiful for those moments when the sun was shining… He had given her that much, more than anyone else had. So she lay there, curled up, fetal like and far too delicate for words. Dressed she looked like an angel, naked she looked like she was made from porcelain and gold and all too fragile. It was part of her appeal, this innate delicacy, the appearance of being too insubstantial to be human, more fantasy than reality. Then he had put his hands on her legs and jerked her savagely, and she could feel that crisp, clean snap of bone and metal, like the sound of a metal bolt breaking. Oh she screamed for him then, high, blood curdling, pain ridden agony. Another wave of black hit her with the force of a grenade and she was struggling to stay awake… She had a high tolerance for pain, she could block receptors if she had to in order to keep herself from blacking out, but it wouldn’t be so easy with this. She had stopped messing with her programs for some days now, worried that any tampering would cause something to go wrong in her body, to hurt the babies somehow. Right now, she could have used it, but all those things as such were long out of her reach and all she could do was struggle to come back to the surface after each new wave of agony. She had no choice at the end, she was losing consciousness, and she would rather give in and let him kill her, than make Ace watch another moment of this hellish farce. That hand on her already broken leg though, that could have shattered glass if any had been near her with that next scream, her hands digging into that mattress, trying to pull herself away from him. Then his hand was in her hair again, opening that clotted matt of golden tresses over the large wound there, causing the blood to gush forth all over again, making her eyes roll up in the back of her head in a silent scream. Those long block locks wrapped all too easily about her slender throat, choking off hair and sound alike. She wanted to scream, the pain of being forced to put weight on that leg was enough to make her black out, and she had. Fight him? What a sick joke… There was no way she could fight off someone who was that much bigger than her, even more so without as much as a letter opener at her disposal. Did she scream for Ace once through all this? No… She wouldn’t give him another cross to bear… Not hers. She sink into that blissful blackness of a pain free void, happy to remain there forever but that just wasn’t the case. When she was thrown into the mirror, she bounced off of it like some fleshy mannequin, crumpling to the floor without a drop of live movement from her. She looked like a doll who’s been savagely mauled by the family pet and left to rot there on the floor. She had the sensation of being drug all over again, the shards of glass in her skin being ripped open, pulled lose or shoved in depending, just drawing out more blood, more fluid to pain that once pretty room into a horror show. There would be no way to get the blood out of the carpet, to cover the walls or bedding… She felt that boot on her stomach then, that pressure that built up more and more and more until he had all his weight on her, her hands wrapped around that ankle, fumbling, struggling to get it off but all her strength was no more than a fluttering of her hands about his leg, moths about a flame. She felt it then, about a minute or two into that pressure… A sudden gush of fluid between her thighs… She didn’t scream from the pain though it was intense, so many levels just layered on one atop the other… No… the sound she made was a wail, a wounded animal in it’s death throes, a banshee in the night. Her good leg lifted up, tried to tilt her body somehow, to get him off of her but he just pushed down harder. Another gush, hotter, stronger…. It was too late… Her head hit the floor as she lost it… Mentally and physically broken, blood leaving her in dangerous amounts, the life inside her snuffed out… All she could do was scream her pain, her sorrow, her loss… He won.*