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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 13, 2009 22:12:13 GMT -5
Jak dropped her on the floor of his own personal penthouse . "This place should have everything you need to satisfy your human needs. I killed the last human who lived here, so it should suit you well. She was a little older than you, though not as physically appealing. You can't expect me to be here to always take care of you, I have people to feed off of and victims to torutre besides you. Nobody likes an attention seeker- which means I'm going to need you to behave. Understand?" he asked, his voice serious as he spoke to her.
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Post by Milk on Aug 13, 2009 22:17:05 GMT -5
Crystal nodded, whimpering at the idea that someone had been murdered horribly in this penthouse. She looked around to get an idea of what this place was like.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 13, 2009 22:23:55 GMT -5
"Now, answer me this, why are you so eager to escape? What exactly do you think your running back to?" He asked, glancing at his watch. Good, her first customer should be arricving in about 10 minutes. That was most of the reason he'd gotten a private place for her- so her and her customers would have some place to do whatever the customer wanted in private.
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Post by Milk on Aug 13, 2009 22:31:21 GMT -5
"F...My friend..." she answered in a soft voice, moving away from him slightly. She had clothes again- Sam's pink dress with blue and white speckles on it. Sam didn't own any pants or t-shirts. It was rather frustrating. In pink though, the tiny Crystal looked quite like a little doll- fragile and small and delicate. "How come you...are leaving me alone? I mean....I'm assuming the door will be locked from the outside, but....it's weird...to me..."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 13, 2009 22:36:10 GMT -5
"Oh, don't be ignorant, Crystal, i would never leave you alone." he said, a haunting laugh escaping his lips that would send shivers down the spines of even the hardest criminals. "A very special friend...or at least one that will become very special to you, should be arriving any time now. I simply want to give you two the time neccessary for the two of you to get propperly acquainted." There was an undertone of evil excitement in his voice, one that meant Crystal was about to be in a world of hurt.
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Post by Milk on Aug 13, 2009 22:43:04 GMT -5
Crystal stared up at him, eyes widening. She shivered at the laugh he had, moving away from him more until she let out a squeak of terror at hitting the wall. She looked at the door, her breathing escalating. Who was she meeting? What was he going to do to her?
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 13, 2009 22:52:20 GMT -5
"Just do two things and we won't have any problems, alright: One- no screaming aloud, no matter how scared you are, and two- no running, the friends your going to be meeting aren't in it for the chase, make it easy for them unless they request otherwise." he said, standing up as the doorbell rang. "Perfect timing, I love how my kind are impecably prompt."
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Post by Milk on Aug 13, 2009 22:59:45 GMT -5
Crystal started to breath rapidly and whimpered and cried. He was selling her- for god knows what. She went into what she thought was a closet and shut the door, then hid in the nearest or under the nearest object. She was so scared.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 14, 2009 8:07:23 GMT -5
My god, humans were dumb. You go and tell them exactly what not to do in order to survive and thats the first thing they go and do. Rolling his eyes, Jack went to the door and greeted the customer. The man at the door had black hair he wore slicked back and a carefully trimmed goatee. The only visible tatto he had was the one stretching up the side of his neck, though the rest of it was covered by clothing. The cigarette dangling from his mouth hinted to exactly how casual and relaxed he was about the situation, sugguesting he'd done something like this before. "10 minutes. You know the rules- no bruising or killing the murchandise. You break it you bought it." Jak said, pointing to the closet crystal had hidden in before shutting the door behind him.
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Post by Milk on Aug 14, 2009 8:09:17 GMT -5
Crystal heard the door open and shut and made herself smaller under the jacket she was under. SHe was shaking and crying, but also covering her mouth to make as little noise as she could in the closet. No doubt though that Jak had given up her hiding place. Oh god, what was he going to do to her?
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 14, 2009 8:15:38 GMT -5
The man, Krayven as he was known by most, slowly walked over to the door, his polished boots clanking against the wooden flooring and echoing to break the silence engulfing the room. Pushing open the door, Krayven kneeled down so that he ws at eye level with Crystal. "Hide and seek? Do you like to play games, little girl? Good, then we have something in common." Krayven smiled, his fangs ejecting slightly. Extending his hand to her, Krayven stood slowly. "Take my hand."
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Post by Milk on Aug 14, 2009 8:19:49 GMT -5
Crystal started to cry harder when the man approached the door, and tried to stop when he opened it. She met eyes with him, shaking in terror. She recalled what Jak had warned her about, and hesitantly took his hand. Maybe accepting this fate would result in a much more prosperous end than by running.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 14, 2009 13:31:27 GMT -5
Krayven smiled when she took his hand, exposing his white fangs even more as he pulled her up to her feet- at which he stood a foot taller than her. "Good. Very good. Now I want you to do something else for me- walk over to that bed- the one a the other end of the room- do it very slowly."
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Post by Milk on Aug 14, 2009 13:41:00 GMT -5
Crystal shook with fear and she turned from him, going very slowly towards the bed. What does he want from me? Just blood, or sex? I'm still a virgin! Oh god, please don't be sex, please don't be sex!
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 14, 2009 13:49:49 GMT -5
Krayven waitied till she had almost made it to the bed before tackling her, pinning her down with his arms and muscular body as his fangs scratched up against the back of her neck. He could smell the thick scent of fear eminating from her, which was exactly what he had wanted. He roughly pushed her hair away from her neck, wanting easy access while using his other hand to spread her legs. (( what is she wearing??))
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