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| | From: ©ђ∂мþ∂ģʼnع (Original Message) | Sent: 5/31/2008 12:03 AM |
..::Discipline + Pain = Control::.. | ..::Alexis Donovan::.. | | Alexis was happy... truly, utterly happy for the first time in her life. It was her wedding day, and unlike any other day, nothing could spoil her day. Just as she started to walk down the aisle, noise could be heard outside the cathedral of trees towering over the path she was to take to her soon-to-be husband. She heard swords being drawn, guns fired, people dying all over the place, and she dove to the ground, tearing her wedding gown. Almost as soon as she heard the noises, they died off, leaving a dead silence in the forest. Slowly, she lifted her head, her blond hair a mess, covering her eyes from view, but allowing her golden eyes to see.... a sword pointed at her, sliding under her chin to lift her head up, inexorably drawing her to her feet. Her eyes flashed through her hair, hinting at her dual nature. Iron shackles were placed around her wrists, chains leading from them to men holding her arms outstretched, while another man came up behind her and lifted her from the ground by her arms, his leg sliding between hers, spreading her legs apart. The one that was holding the sword to her moved in closer, his hand shoving her hair from her face, taking in the sign of her dual nature. "You will bring in much money for us, girl. Not often you see a demon/angel hybrid. Only one other thing will bring us more money." He dropped to his knees, his hand shoving up her dress before his ducked his head, his other hand parting her to his sight. "Perfect," he said with an evil chuckle, standing up again. "Bring her. And no one touches her under penalty of death. Do you understand?" The men all agreed, dragging Alexis behind them. She stumbled often as she followed them, unable to fight her way free, since her angel side was in full control at the time with her demon side fighting to get loose and wanting to kill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Slave market day came upon them quickly, Alexis having remained in a cage, chains holding her arms up as she knelt in the cage, unable to stand unless she wanted to be bent over the entire time she was in the cage. She even slept in the same position. Her eyes flashed dangerously whenever anyone came near her cage, determined to fight for her freedom. But soon, men came to her cage, and one opened the door, and they all came in, two of them grabbing the ends of her chains as a third slipped behind her, unlocking her chains from the top of the cage, then grabbing her legs. The two with the chains headed out first, followed by the one carrying her legs, laying her out flat on her stomach as they carried her to the stage. After getting her on stage, the chains went over a bar, lifting her arms over her head again, and she was forced to her knees. She was once more in the same position as she had been in the cage, but there was more risks to keeping her in this position when she didn't have a reason to stay on her knees. Kicking off the man holding her legs down, she stood up, tossing her hair from her face defiantly, her eyes glaring at everyone in the crowd. The auctioneer called out loudly. "And our final slave today is a spitfire. She is a rare demon/angel hybrid, and she is a virgin. I personally guarantee that no one has touched this one yet, but she will not be an easy slave. She is full of fire, and will need a firm hand to tame her. Let's open the bidding on this one at 5,000." Numbers were called out loudly, the amount rising fast, hitting 20,000... 30,000... 40,000... when would it end? | |
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| | | Alexis stared at the man who had just bought her, the man she would have to call Master. She struggled against the chains that disappeared as a collar appeared around her neck. She couldn't see the collar, but she could feel the weight of it against her throat. Her eyes closed as she felt her wedding dress, torn and filthy disappeared from her and new clothes replaced them on her. She was mortified by everything that was happening to her, but she was also furious about it. Opening her eyes again, she glared up at him, getting to her feet, and standing at her full height of five feet even. Her nostrils flared as she caught his scent, knowing immediately what he was. As she looked up at him, her eyes widened, so only he saw the knowledge flare in her eyes, before she looked down. | | | | | |
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| | | Alexis kept her eyes down, a slight nod her only response to his telepathic order. She might want her freedom, but not by dying first to get it. the tugging of the collar caused her to dig her mental heels into the ground, her hair flying back as she tossed her head in defiance. Even with her mental heels dug in, she could feel herself moving forward, following him. A heated defiance flared in her eyes as she tried to stop herself from following him, but she couldn't. She tried to refuse to answer his question, at least as long as they were still near the action. After they got far enough away, she finally spoke, her voice soft and unwittingly sensual as she said, "My name is Alexis, Master." | | | | | |
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| | | Alexis blushed deeply as he told her she would be getting cleaned up in front of him. She looked at the soap and washcloth, then shivered slightly as his hands brushed her body as he unhooked her leash, letting her off it. Her eyes looked down as she undressed, her hands shaking as she pulled the clothes off and put them to the side before stepping under the water in the shower. She kept her head down, hating the humiliation of having to shower in front of a male. She had never been fully naked in front of a male until now. She crouched down until the shower, letting the water run over her skin, but hiding as much of herself from him as possible. She might have to wash, but she could try to preserve some of her dignity by staying crouched down, refusing to show off her body to him, Master or not. She would make him work to inspect her, like she was some kind of inanimate object. | | | | | |
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