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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Jul 7, 2010 22:54:54 GMT -5
Jack picked her up by the the top of her shirt and dragged her out of the ceiling shafting with him as he went. Having left with the bag being dragged along just like the girl, he threw her into the car where they had parked it and then sped off like there were no cops and nothing else on the road mattered. When they got back to his place, he took her to the first room on the right. This room had chains, stands and a bed in it to accommodate him in whatever it was he needed.
"Punishment." Jack wanted to beat her, he wanted to scream and yell and hurt her. The more he thought about what she did, the more he wanted to do it. He wanted to hurt her and make her regret what she had done. From the chest in the corner of the room he retrieved a sack and left the room for just a few minutes, only to return with it filled with oranges. This time if he needed to hurt her he could do it without bruising her. It was not always necessary to leave visible marks. Sometimes it were the marks that were not visible that were remembered the most.
"You betrayed my trust when I gave it to you. This will not go unpunished." He let out a low growl. If there was any humanity left in Jack, one could not have told it just by looking at him right now. Even the way he sounded was absolutely violent. His eyes flared with anger as he tried to decide what he would do to the girl, but it would be harsh and she would learn. Quickly he moved in and tugged at her clothes, seriously overpowering her at every turn. There was nothing she could do to stop the angry and violent demon. His blood was beyond metaphorically boiling. They come off rather quickly, even though they were not torn, and he stared down at this naked victim. His student. His partner. She would remember this day.
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ALYCE JULIET AYERS
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Masquerading as an Anti-Slayer & a BIG fan of pudding ;]
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Post by ALYCE JULIET AYERS on Jul 7, 2010 23:09:23 GMT -5
Alyce was quiet the whole way home. She thought for a second to trying the door handle, but she already knew they were locked.
When they reached his home, she remembered the room that he took her in. She'd visited it before. The first time she'd visited his home and had gotten curious, she'd broken into this room. This room of torture devices. For all of his sexual depravity needs.
An then it began. First by him ripping her clothes from her slender frame. She grabbed at them after they were off, trying to cover herself up as she skittered back into a corner, crying freely now in complete terror. She was vaguely aware as she fell to the floor that she had broken a heel off of the black pumps she was wearing, but she had too many things going on to worry about that.
With her right hand she held up her shirt to cover her breast, drawing her legs up to her form to try and hide the other parts of her as a bruised arm covered her face and tried to shield it from the damage that was to come.
"I'm sorry. I love you. I just don't want to hurt anymore," she whispered, shaking and whimpering as she curled up in the corner. She closed her eyes and whispered again, "Please don't hurt me, Jack. You're breaking me..." Her words were honest. Truth spoken out of fear, but incredibly sincerely nonetheless. She loved him. She really did. But she knew if he continued, she'd be an empty shell, sitting in the corner for the rest of her days, mumbling nonsense.
[[ooc:: I changed my mind. I think regular aggression fits this best. I think sexual would be too mean. But it's up to you since he's pretty pissed.]]
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Jul 8, 2010 13:10:15 GMT -5
First she had the nerve to try and cover herself. This made Jack see a shade of red that he was entirely not comfortable being. This fact alone sent him just a little bit further off the metaphorical edge. Her tears meant absolutely nothing to him at the moment and they would do nothing to stop him. He even almost glared at her when she broke the heel on one of her shoes as if she had meant to to do it purely to piss him off.
"You LOVE me?!" Jack's voice boomed and echoed through the entire room. "You have the nerve to say something like that?! What do you think I'll do, stop and smile because you've said that?!" A vicious rage was present in his voice as he reared his hand back and struck her across the face. It was actually quite gentle compared to how hard he could have hit her, because if he wanted to he could have flung her across the room. She whispered no more, practically begging, and told him that he was breaking her. In his mind, she had no idea what that meant and was not even close to the breaking point.
"Breaking?!" With a growl in his voice, he slammed his hand down against the trunk next to her in the corner so hard that it splintered off and fell to the side, half-destroyed by his fist. He lifted her up by the throat, his larger hands wrapped around it almost entirely, but not quite around the back. "What in the hell were you thinking?" Jack tightened his grip on the girl's throat, not enough to cut off her breathing, but enough to let her know that he was serious.
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ALYCE JULIET AYERS
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Masquerading as an Anti-Slayer & a BIG fan of pudding ;]
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Post by ALYCE JULIET AYERS on Jul 8, 2010 13:19:46 GMT -5
Alyce knew she was in big trouble. Even before all this had started. She wasn't sure what made her run, other than an extreme fear of this man. But she knew he would catch her. She knew it. But something inside of her said she would go crazy if she ever stopped trying to escape.
When he hit her, he busted her lip a bit, causing her to bleed freely. She knew she should do something. Fight back. She had the strength to. Her slayer strength would've at least weakened his ability to damage her. But she couldn't. Despite her body calling out to her to do something, she just watched and sobbed as he lifted her off the ground.
Her hands went to her throat, dropping the little clothes she had held in front of her. But she wouldn't fight him. She could have punched him, stunned him a little. But she couldn't. It was a hundred percent true what she said. She loved him. So she couldn't hurt him. She couldn't fight him. All she could do was let him hurt her as she cried.
"I won't fight back... I love you... I won't.." she choked out.
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Jul 8, 2010 13:36:22 GMT -5
The blood did not even make him flinch. It was not important to Jack in the slightest. As far as he was concerned, she deserved everything she got right now. After he had tried to be pleasant, she had to go and do something stupid. She made a scene and tried to run away. There was no way she could have escaped, she had to have known that, so it just kept running through his mind. It was hard at work trying to figure out why she had taken advantage of his kindness and ran.
When he hit her, he busted her lip a bit, causing her to bleed freely. She knew she should do something. Fight back. She had the strength to. Her slayer strength would've at least weakened his ability to damage her. But she couldn't. Despite her body calling out to her to do something, she just watched and sobbed as he lifted her off the ground.
"Bullshit!" Jack practically howled and flung her to the bed. as soon as she declared she would night fight him back. Even though she was naked, there was no excitement for him in this. This was not a turn on for him in the slightest. She had pissed him off to the point where he could not care anymore. The only way out of her situation right now would be to beg for his forgiveness and even that might not be able to save her.
Exhaling deeply, Jack made his way over to the bed and crawled onto it, forcing Alyce onto her back with her body underneath his. One hand went to her hair and tugged hard, making sure she was not going anywhere. The other gripped both hands and pulled them above her head, keeping them up so she would not guard herself. He was not going to risk letting her defend herself, even if she had said she would not fight back.
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Masquerading as an Anti-Slayer & a BIG fan of pudding ;]
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Post by ALYCE JULIET AYERS on Jul 8, 2010 13:49:57 GMT -5
Alyce screamed out as her body bounced onto the bed. Her head bounced off of the walls as she went down. She had obviously cracked her skull and blood was now flowing from her head wound onto the bed below them.
As Jack held her down, and entwined one hands into her hair, no doubt it was becoming sticky with her blood. She let him hold both of her hands over her head. She was beginning to lose consciousness and even if she wanted to, she couldn't fight back.
Tears continued to flow from her eyes, but she no longer made the hysterical sobbing noises. She was losing her grip on reality as she slipped further and further away from them.
She didn't know what was going to happen if she passed out. If he would try to help her, or just keep beating her into a pulp. But she wasn't going to let all of her life slip from her fingers without saying the proper goodbyes. So she lifted her head up, straining against his hand that was so tight in her hair, and kissed him softly on the lips before falling back on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open and closed for a little bit. She could only hope that he would help her. Or if he wouldn't, that she slayer powers might.
Something inside of her told her that her slayer powers couldn't fix this. While another part of her doubted that they even still existed.
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Jul 8, 2010 14:08:25 GMT -5
The sight of blood on her skull was something that Jack missed until he had her pinned down against the bed. His gaze immediately went up to the wall where he saw a patch of blood that had come from her. Letting out what sounded like what a housewife would make when kids tracked mud across her spotless kitchen floor, Jack grumbled once more and stared down at her.
The problem was that she was fading fast. She truly was not trying to fight back and that bothered him. While it was entirely great sometimes to just destroy a girl, he expected her to fight back. After all their training, he expected her to do something, anything. This is exactly the kind of thing he trained her for, but she was still not any good. Was she not any good because she had not learned, or because it was him? The thought crossed his mind briefly and he let out a sigh.
Tears and blood streamed down now as if they were a natural part of her body. Jack was no fan of blood like some demons and all vampires were, so this was sort of a disgusting sight for him. It was not what he had intended. A little blood did not phase him, but this amount was beginning to get ridiculous. He needed to do something or she would bleed out and die.
"NO, NO, NO, NO JACK! SHE MUST NOT DIE." The voice rang out so loudly in his head that it sent a splitting pain through all of his body. Such a craze ran through following the voice that he stopped what he was doing for a moment and spaced out. After a few moments he passed he was able to regain himself, but there was something seriously wrong with what had just happened. But then he realized what it was. She was an innocent. Her blood could not be spilled by him.
The kiss sent him to another world entirely. This was something that he had not expected, especially after he believed that she was trying to deceive him with her words of love. Leaving him momentarily shocked once more, Jack's eyes shifted in basically every direction except to Alyce's eyes. When he finally looked down at her, he cringed and immediately applied pressure to her head where the cut was. Taking the sheet, he wrapped it around and twisted it so as to make sure it would stay, then wrapped it around her head again. It was a white sheet and the blood could be seen through it, but it would stop the bleeding soon.. he hoped.
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ALYCE JULIET AYERS
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Masquerading as an Anti-Slayer & a BIG fan of pudding ;]
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Post by ALYCE JULIET AYERS on Jul 8, 2010 14:21:09 GMT -5
Alyce's slayer powers were trying desperately to heal her. To fix her. But at this point, they were doing little good, barely keeping her here with him. She was mildly aware that he was applying pressure to her wound, as her eyes fluttered open and closed, dangerously.
She thought back through the day. Wondered if it was worth it. She began to think that if she died today. Maybe it would be okay. She would die knowing he cared, that she cared deeply for him. Would that be enough? Would she look back and feel like she had missed things?
Her breathing was shallow, halted, labored. With what seemed left of her strength, she pulled herself into his arms. Wanting nothing more than for him to hold her as she faded out. The blood had made the sheet completely that shade of sickening red. It was obvious that she needed more help than he or her slayer powers could provide.
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Jul 8, 2010 16:11:38 GMT -5
Jack let out a sharp breath and applied more pressure to her head as he used the other hand to take out his cell phone and flip it open. He pressed in a few buttons and waited for it to stop ringing.
"Yeah, it's me. Get over here. Bring your kit. There's been an accident. Probably going to need some transfusions." Jack spoke into phone and then shook his head, "No, it was an accident. Just get over here, alright? She's bleeding bad." His voice was a bit panicked now, thought it was not clear if he was faking it or if it was real. The point was that he was getting her help because she needed it. Badly.
Roughly ten minutes later a short, dark-haired man with glasses came in lugging what appeared to be a giant medical kit carried in both hands. One look at the girl from this man and he turned to Jack with an almost hateful glare, but said nothing. He cleaned the area thoroughly and swabbed it with alcohol before he began stitching the wound on her head closed. Every once in a while he would toss another glance at Jack as if he wanted the demon to explode just by looking at him.
"She did lose a lot of blood," There was a bit of annoyance in this man's voice, though it was directed at Jack and not the girl, "but she won't need a transfusion. You're an idiot, Jack. If you keep doing this to people, you'll get caught. I'm surprised no one's turned you in before. I'm your friend, but I know you're going too far. You've got to stop." The man finally turned around and stared at him, "I mean it, Jack. Stop and stop now." He let out a growl before shaking his head and collecting his things. Turning away, he turned his head around for one more glance and then left.
When all the commotion was said and done, Jack burned the sheets and cleaned the room while he waited for the girl to wake up. He took a few chemicals to the wall and the floor where there was blood and then cleaned it was well, leaving it spotless. The need to paint over it might be there, but for now it was fine. After all of it, he sat bedside and waited for Alyce to wake up.
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ALYCE JULIET AYERS
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Masquerading as an Anti-Slayer & a BIG fan of pudding ;]
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Post by ALYCE JULIET AYERS on Jul 8, 2010 16:28:03 GMT -5
Alyce awoke with a start, nearly popping her stitches as shook herself awake. For a second she struggled to breathe, as coming into consciousness felt like like she had finally been able to surface after nearly drowning. She coughed loudly, shaking a bit more before forcing herself to open her eyes. As her surroundings slowly became clearer, she realized where she was. Her heart began to race as she remembered what happened, and she waited for the rest of her punishment, like nothing had changed.
Her body instinctively coiled up and her hands went up over her face. Waiting for the blows she was sure he would inflict. She had disobeyed him. Caused him more trouble than she could ever be worth to him. She was surprised that he hadn't just let her die and then calmly dispose of her.
But then she remembered the way he looked at her in the mall. The care he had taken with her. And the emotion she'd heard in his voice while he was calling for help as she faded away. Her hands came down from over her face, and although she was still shaking, she looked at him.
"Jack? she asked in a mere whisper.
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