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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:08:24 GMT -5
((Cool))
"Hell yes, big. If i'm being fucked I wanna fucking feel it." H growled out sedictivly and then chuckled at himself. His wrists gently rubbed against the chains, scratching and rubbing raw. They'd been doing that for a very long while now. It won't be long until I can find a way out of here... Killian thought to himself.
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:13:09 GMT -5
Alexis hummed, watching his wrists move. "Aren't your wrists raw?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and standing, walking over and kicking him in the side. "Don't do that." she mumbled, not really caring though.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:16:14 GMT -5
"I'll do whatever the hell I wanna do.." Killian snapped and kept doing it, but harder now, a bit of blood ran from the chains and down his arms. He watched it from the corner of his gaze, not really caring at all about it. Not like i don't bleed all of the time, it's fucked up... the man thought blankly.
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:18:40 GMT -5
Alexis frowned and plopped down next to him. Or rather, on his lap so he couldn't move his legs easily. She pulled out a knife and began to cut his skin, creating patterns on his chest then drawing finger pictures using his blood as paint.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:20:23 GMT -5
He groaned softly as she did this to him, his wrists stopped twisting and went limp, arms hanging from where they were chained. his eyes watched the knife and his breathing became heavier as the blood began to move down his chest slowly from the cuts.
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:22:59 GMT -5
She stopped and got off of him after 10 minutes passed, letting him bleed and leaving the room to wash her hands.
Alexis went to the bathroom, and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked...dead. Pale, dark black circles under her eyes, hair that was in need of a good brushing...Depressed. The image made her angry, and she broke the mirror, causing her hand to bleed and yelling at the image, before breaking it, "I hate you."
Once bandaged up, she left the bathroom and walked towards Killian. She was in debate, wondering whether to get herself killed now or tomorrow.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:26:07 GMT -5
He watched her leave and siged to himself, he watched the trails of blood make crimson rivers move down his white chest and just past his belly button before stoping. Killian heard her scream and the glass breaking but didn't really care, at least it was the glass and not him.
When she was coming back his eyes moved to her hand and he thought for awhile, she looked rather more depressed. Humming softly his head rested back and he tried to think about what she was going to do because she was coming over to him.
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:29:03 GMT -5
"How weak are you right now?" she murmured to him in question. Her normally bright ice eyes were duller in color, dead almost. "I am contemplating letting you go early, so I can die sooner." she mumbled in explaination.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:31:33 GMT -5
"I'm strong enough to kill you at the moment still." Killian stated, his chest was already starting to heal up, the skin and cells mending back together slowly. His eyes moved over to her face and studied it for awhile and then his eyes met her eyes blankly.
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:33:21 GMT -5
Alexis simply tossed him the keys, letting them land in his hands. She was a good thrower. Too bad she hated baseball and most other sports. "Kay." she mumbled, eyes looking away from his.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:36:32 GMT -5
He took the keys and then undid his hands slowly and then moved to his feet, undoing them as well. Killian stretched and rubbed hsi wrists, standing up he stared down at the woman with a blank gaze still. "So... Fast or slow?"
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:39:09 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter." she mumbled, waiting. Alexis assumed he'd go slow, since she'd taken her anger out on him. Her fingers twitched slightly in anticipation to join her new mates in hell, or whatever. Who knows? Maybe there is no afterlife. Would he still screw her? How would she end up? Broken neck? Only the man she'd tortured knew now.
((sorry if this is a disappointment to you.))
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:41:55 GMT -5
((Lol. How?))
Killian walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the wall and slammed her front first into it. He pressed her roughly there for awhile and then slammed her body against it again before dragging her over to where his gun should be. he bent down, went through the bag and grabbed it. He let go of her hair and pressed it to her head. "Do you really want to die? Suicide isn't the only option..."
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Post by Milk on Nov 29, 2007 23:44:22 GMT -5
((it isn't? I thought you'd want me to go on a bit longer, but i don't have that much effort left in me for torture that's only abuse.))
"This isn't 100% suicide. You're killing me. If I wanted to take a gun to my own head, I'd of done it long ago." she mumbled, trying to defend her excuse to basically kill herself using another person. But his question suprised her. And her front and head ached from being pushed roughly into the wall and being dragged about. "I...think I do..." she mumbled in response, now unsure.
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Post by Koops on Nov 29, 2007 23:48:23 GMT -5
((Hm... Lol. It doesn't matter to me, it's still an rp and at least it'll have an ending. XD))
Killian thought for awhile and then slwoly pussed her onto the ground and straddled her hips, he thought longer. "You know? You really hurt me... My legs and dick still hurt." He said with a smirk, he wasn't going to screw her. "I don't think you should be killed. I respect anyone, especially a woman that can trick me and then torture me for more then a week." One of his hands moved to her face, gently stroking it, his eyes half lidded.
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