Post by Gisselle Valeneros on Nov 3, 2016 14:43:24 GMT -8
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam leaned back in his chair. He had secured this building...for a single purpose. No one but him knew where it was. Nimena would find it...by mental image...each image leading her one step forward. He did it that way no one could find it again, or plan some sort of ambush for him. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ So he spent hours setting up what he needed. She had a price to pay. And he planned to collect it. Sam chuckled as he laid out his array of tools, tapping each to hear the metallic ping. Now all he had to do was wait for her. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena had kept her promise. She had to get to Phaelador after this and she hoped she wasn't too injured. She rode over to the specified location she recieved by parchment and leaped off her mount speaking softly. "Go ride for a while.." She said as she closed her cloak and looked at this strange building before entering. Silver eyes <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : scanned the area before walking in looking around. "Hello?" She called out knowing that Sarkas was going to be angry with her for taking the punishment herself but she was left with no choice as she awaited a response from the one who was going to deliver the punishment. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The door snapped shut behind her with a kinetic suggestion. Sam raised his hand and the lights flared to life. He was seated in a chair behind a simple wooden desk. Before her a spotlight beamed down onto a chair..."Welcome. Lets keep this professional. We both know why you are here.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam folded his hands on the desk. "First...you are to strip. Second...you are to sit. Then we will begin.", One hand gesturing to the chair. His grey eyes watched her with no judgment in them. He was utterly passive. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena thought oh you were going to pay later for the humiliation but she did what she was told, it was to protect the princess. She removed her cloak, then her gown, then her corset, then chemise and left only her shoes on as she went over to the chair and sat. Did he enjoy this humilation as she sat there stark naked? She crossed one leg <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : leg over the other, her hands crissed crossed over her shoulders to cover her breasts as she just glared at him, her eyes stark silver as she waited for him to figure out what else he was going to do. <E>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam reached under the desk and took out a single sheet of parchment. He sat it out along with a quill and inkwell. Ignoring her glare he dipped the quill into the inkwell and began to write..."So...are you cold?", He asked her. She would notice just how spartan the room was. Only one way in or out. The place was...impenetrable. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ After she answered he would write it down...whatever she said. Then he would look up..."What do you expect will happen here today?", Tapping the quill against the paper awaiting her next answer. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She looked at him when he asked if she was cold and she kept her positon as she spoke out. "Does it matter rather I am cold or warm Sam? You have me strip in a drafty empty building to humilate me in place of the princess.." She explained as she turned away from him speaking out. "Doesn't matter what I expect Sam, I am here to keep my end of<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the bargain, I am a woman of my word..." She said softly but firmly as she awaited for him to finish whatever she was going to do so she could get to Phaelador and help the people seeking aid. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He tapped his pen once. Sam wrote down her responses. Then he knew that the interview portion of this was over with. That was sad really. Sighing he dried the pen, and then filed it away with the inkwell and dry parchment. "You are going to sit there.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam looked back up at her. "No one is going to cut you. No one is going to violate you. You will sit there. If you...move from the chair...then you will be hurt.", What sort of torture was that? Sam's hand came up and so did the lights. Every inch of the room became illuminated, like sunlight reflecting off white virgin snow. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Everything in this room...Save for Sam...was white. She could hear nothing, smell nothing. All she could do was touch. "Time moves differently here. For every hour that passes...you will perceive a year has passed. No you will not age either.", Then he clapped his hands together. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Every sounds...every smell...every taste...was just...gone. Sam smiled, speaking to her mind if she was capable of receiving it. "Before the end. You will beg me for pain.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She had courage of conviction, she went through this torture once before and will do it again. She closed her eyes, thinking of happy thoughts like Damian taught her and her white and gold tipped wings protruded from her back, thirteen feet in length from tip to tip that folded around her form covering her as she let her hands loose from her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : shoulders. She opened her eyes again and was ready to just let him have it but remained calm and just stared off into space. Isolation and degredation she would have to go through to save Gisselle, it will be over soon. Sam said after all he was her friend. We shall see about this, but if this is what he had to do to please his employer fine<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : so be it. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ People could handle isolation. But sensory deprivation was different. He stood from the chair and pushed the table forward for her. Then he took his own chair, tossing it behind him. It would vanish into the wall. Sam began to pace around her. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His hand raised. The feeling she had felt earlier in her spine would intensify to a very high degree of pain. And then it would deaden....She would experience pain in every inch of her body, head to toe, every nerve on fire. And slowly they would die one by one...over the course of years. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She stared off into dead space like she had when she was being whipped for protecting Rango. The fifty lashes all over her body ripping at her flesh and damn near killing her, this was almost the same feeling. Even during that time she had made no sound. And she was different now, an ancient. Her body started to glow and iridecent gold as <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she remained seated trying to ignore the pain as best she could, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of screaming and crying about the pain. She was here to just take it and get it overwith as she spoke out. "I take your .....having fun with......this......I hope....this satisfies...ugh......your employer..." She said breaking her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : concentration for a moment to get that out then going back into her trance like state. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. The curse was tied to her own body, so flooding her own body with power...as she did...she would only make it worse. It was set on a loop. Only time would lessen the pain. "I'm not having fun. But you could still negotiate.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He walked over to where she sat. Sam then squatted in front of her, his arms hanging over his knees. "I always negotiate. Consider it a friendly gesture.", As each year passed her only human contact would be Sam. Though they talked in real time. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ She would slowly lose memory of her home, her family, her friends, her lovers. Each day all she saw...all she heard...all she knew...was Sam. So while he waited for her answer time passed...whittling away at her psyche and her will. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She kept herself entranced to keep her memories and reminding herself she was doing this for Gisselle as she spoke out not opening her eyes. "What else do you want to stop this then?" She asked not even looking at him, she could feel his form near her and she did not like that what so ever. She kept her wings tightly around her as she waited <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for him to respond, her fangs showing now that the pain was intensifying but she was making no sound from it as she awaited his response. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His lips curled, as lines ripped the skin open...showing he had a much wider mouth than any human should. "I want you to work for me. Though in truth and in public I would work for you.", His eyes began to sink into his head, rivulets of blood running down his skin. She would survive this. She would fight it. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He had no doubt that. Sam had no desire to humiliate her...but he would break down her will. And without that iron will...she would become like clay for him to mold. They still had quite abit of time. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She kept her eyes closed as she listened to him. Listening to him wanting her to work for him. She opened her eyes slowly, was this the end game? She was loosing her concentration he was making her loose it on purpose. She nodded and spoke out. "As long as me working for you does not harm or interfere with my duties with the Royals and the <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : kingdom then so be it.." She said as she whispered. "I will work for you.." She wasn't going to prolong this if she didn't have to. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam stood up from where he was squatting. Slowly he walked around to come up behind her. Raising both hands he placed them on her shoulders gently. The touch was gentle but she felt it like a hot iron poker on her skin. "And will you bear my mark?...", He asked her, fingers tracing small circles on her skin. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam raised his chin. Time still passed...they were half in to the decade...Exhaling again, he tilted his head..."If you say yes...You will swear yourself to my service, body and mind. I care not for your soul.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She got angry when she felt the burn marks on her arms. Was she going to do this? Swearing herself to him? She thought about it as she felt his hands on her shoulders and fingers tracing small circles on her skin. She was getting angrier and angrier the longer she sat there because she couldn't concentrate. Her eyes went from silver to redas<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her eyes popped open and she glared out. "I told you I will work for you...I am not swearing my mind and body to you because that will interfere with my duties to Eladrin, you can break my body...attempt to break my mind, but you will not break my conviction.....if that is not good enough for you then do your worst.....I told you I would take <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : on the brunt of Gisselle's punishment....get it over with and let me be on my way I have other things to do.." She explained firmly and her voice had slight anger in it, he was playing games with this task from his employer. "This is more fun for you then it is a job and your proving that right now..." She told him as she stayed still waiting<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for him to be done with whatever game he was playing. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He removed his hands from her shoulders. Sam knelt down behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, hands resting against her stomach..."You are so full of conviction I admire that. I think in time you see how this will strengthen you.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam turned his head to look at her now. "You are right. This is more than the job now. But I take no pleasure from this. I only delight in cutting those who deserve it. This is simple politics. I need an insider...I want you...", He breathed softly against her ear, which felt like the heated breath of a dragon on her skin. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "You will swear yourself to my service. Yet you seem to think this some enslavement. I want no control over your life...or your work. I only want your skill when I need it. Do you now see how this will help you?", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She did not like the fact that he was touching her but she remained still she was not to move so she didn't and her head was going crazy, she was delaying the inevitable as she closed her eyes again hearing him praise her conviction, she didn't need that. She listened to his proposition and sighed heavily and spoke out. "Fine, I will give you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the information you seek as long as it does not play me a traitor to either kingdom when revealing said information and putting any royals from either side in danger, then I have no issues....I will work for you.." Her head was hurting, she wanted to sceam but refused herself, it was her way of not giving the attacker any satisfaction, something<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she was taught when she was young, but it was effecting her in a lot of ways, she was vulnerable, she hated being vulnerable......and his hands on her made it worse...she wanted this over.. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam gave her a gentle nod. Leaning back from her he raised his laquered thumb to middle of her shoulder blade. Slowly he would trace a symbol, (the one in his profile), into her skin. He did not need to draw blood. The welt would turn to a scar on its own...He marked her. "Then you are free to go. Best wishes.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam took a step back as the lights dimmed. Even as they dimmed he turned to walk towards the door. His hand came to the doorknob, turning it to open it. Perhaps she would realize just how much was in her own mind. Perhaps not. Sam had other appointments to keep, so he walked out leaving her there. [d]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ So he spent hours setting up what he needed. She had a price to pay. And he planned to collect it. Sam chuckled as he laid out his array of tools, tapping each to hear the metallic ping. Now all he had to do was wait for her. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena had kept her promise. She had to get to Phaelador after this and she hoped she wasn't too injured. She rode over to the specified location she recieved by parchment and leaped off her mount speaking softly. "Go ride for a while.." She said as she closed her cloak and looked at this strange building before entering. Silver eyes <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : scanned the area before walking in looking around. "Hello?" She called out knowing that Sarkas was going to be angry with her for taking the punishment herself but she was left with no choice as she awaited a response from the one who was going to deliver the punishment. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The door snapped shut behind her with a kinetic suggestion. Sam raised his hand and the lights flared to life. He was seated in a chair behind a simple wooden desk. Before her a spotlight beamed down onto a chair..."Welcome. Lets keep this professional. We both know why you are here.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam folded his hands on the desk. "First...you are to strip. Second...you are to sit. Then we will begin.", One hand gesturing to the chair. His grey eyes watched her with no judgment in them. He was utterly passive. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena thought oh you were going to pay later for the humiliation but she did what she was told, it was to protect the princess. She removed her cloak, then her gown, then her corset, then chemise and left only her shoes on as she went over to the chair and sat. Did he enjoy this humilation as she sat there stark naked? She crossed one leg <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : leg over the other, her hands crissed crossed over her shoulders to cover her breasts as she just glared at him, her eyes stark silver as she waited for him to figure out what else he was going to do. <E>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam reached under the desk and took out a single sheet of parchment. He sat it out along with a quill and inkwell. Ignoring her glare he dipped the quill into the inkwell and began to write..."So...are you cold?", He asked her. She would notice just how spartan the room was. Only one way in or out. The place was...impenetrable. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ After she answered he would write it down...whatever she said. Then he would look up..."What do you expect will happen here today?", Tapping the quill against the paper awaiting her next answer. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She looked at him when he asked if she was cold and she kept her positon as she spoke out. "Does it matter rather I am cold or warm Sam? You have me strip in a drafty empty building to humilate me in place of the princess.." She explained as she turned away from him speaking out. "Doesn't matter what I expect Sam, I am here to keep my end of<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the bargain, I am a woman of my word..." She said softly but firmly as she awaited for him to finish whatever she was going to do so she could get to Phaelador and help the people seeking aid. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He tapped his pen once. Sam wrote down her responses. Then he knew that the interview portion of this was over with. That was sad really. Sighing he dried the pen, and then filed it away with the inkwell and dry parchment. "You are going to sit there.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam looked back up at her. "No one is going to cut you. No one is going to violate you. You will sit there. If you...move from the chair...then you will be hurt.", What sort of torture was that? Sam's hand came up and so did the lights. Every inch of the room became illuminated, like sunlight reflecting off white virgin snow. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Everything in this room...Save for Sam...was white. She could hear nothing, smell nothing. All she could do was touch. "Time moves differently here. For every hour that passes...you will perceive a year has passed. No you will not age either.", Then he clapped his hands together. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Every sounds...every smell...every taste...was just...gone. Sam smiled, speaking to her mind if she was capable of receiving it. "Before the end. You will beg me for pain.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She had courage of conviction, she went through this torture once before and will do it again. She closed her eyes, thinking of happy thoughts like Damian taught her and her white and gold tipped wings protruded from her back, thirteen feet in length from tip to tip that folded around her form covering her as she let her hands loose from her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : shoulders. She opened her eyes again and was ready to just let him have it but remained calm and just stared off into space. Isolation and degredation she would have to go through to save Gisselle, it will be over soon. Sam said after all he was her friend. We shall see about this, but if this is what he had to do to please his employer fine<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : so be it. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ People could handle isolation. But sensory deprivation was different. He stood from the chair and pushed the table forward for her. Then he took his own chair, tossing it behind him. It would vanish into the wall. Sam began to pace around her. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His hand raised. The feeling she had felt earlier in her spine would intensify to a very high degree of pain. And then it would deaden....She would experience pain in every inch of her body, head to toe, every nerve on fire. And slowly they would die one by one...over the course of years. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She stared off into dead space like she had when she was being whipped for protecting Rango. The fifty lashes all over her body ripping at her flesh and damn near killing her, this was almost the same feeling. Even during that time she had made no sound. And she was different now, an ancient. Her body started to glow and iridecent gold as <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she remained seated trying to ignore the pain as best she could, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of screaming and crying about the pain. She was here to just take it and get it overwith as she spoke out. "I take your .....having fun with......this......I hope....this satisfies...ugh......your employer..." She said breaking her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : concentration for a moment to get that out then going back into her trance like state. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. The curse was tied to her own body, so flooding her own body with power...as she did...she would only make it worse. It was set on a loop. Only time would lessen the pain. "I'm not having fun. But you could still negotiate.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He walked over to where she sat. Sam then squatted in front of her, his arms hanging over his knees. "I always negotiate. Consider it a friendly gesture.", As each year passed her only human contact would be Sam. Though they talked in real time. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ She would slowly lose memory of her home, her family, her friends, her lovers. Each day all she saw...all she heard...all she knew...was Sam. So while he waited for her answer time passed...whittling away at her psyche and her will. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She kept herself entranced to keep her memories and reminding herself she was doing this for Gisselle as she spoke out not opening her eyes. "What else do you want to stop this then?" She asked not even looking at him, she could feel his form near her and she did not like that what so ever. She kept her wings tightly around her as she waited <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for him to respond, her fangs showing now that the pain was intensifying but she was making no sound from it as she awaited his response. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His lips curled, as lines ripped the skin open...showing he had a much wider mouth than any human should. "I want you to work for me. Though in truth and in public I would work for you.", His eyes began to sink into his head, rivulets of blood running down his skin. She would survive this. She would fight it. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He had no doubt that. Sam had no desire to humiliate her...but he would break down her will. And without that iron will...she would become like clay for him to mold. They still had quite abit of time. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She kept her eyes closed as she listened to him. Listening to him wanting her to work for him. She opened her eyes slowly, was this the end game? She was loosing her concentration he was making her loose it on purpose. She nodded and spoke out. "As long as me working for you does not harm or interfere with my duties with the Royals and the <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : kingdom then so be it.." She said as she whispered. "I will work for you.." She wasn't going to prolong this if she didn't have to. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam stood up from where he was squatting. Slowly he walked around to come up behind her. Raising both hands he placed them on her shoulders gently. The touch was gentle but she felt it like a hot iron poker on her skin. "And will you bear my mark?...", He asked her, fingers tracing small circles on her skin. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam raised his chin. Time still passed...they were half in to the decade...Exhaling again, he tilted his head..."If you say yes...You will swear yourself to my service, body and mind. I care not for your soul.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She got angry when she felt the burn marks on her arms. Was she going to do this? Swearing herself to him? She thought about it as she felt his hands on her shoulders and fingers tracing small circles on her skin. She was getting angrier and angrier the longer she sat there because she couldn't concentrate. Her eyes went from silver to redas<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her eyes popped open and she glared out. "I told you I will work for you...I am not swearing my mind and body to you because that will interfere with my duties to Eladrin, you can break my body...attempt to break my mind, but you will not break my conviction.....if that is not good enough for you then do your worst.....I told you I would take <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : on the brunt of Gisselle's punishment....get it over with and let me be on my way I have other things to do.." She explained firmly and her voice had slight anger in it, he was playing games with this task from his employer. "This is more fun for you then it is a job and your proving that right now..." She told him as she stayed still waiting<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for him to be done with whatever game he was playing. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He removed his hands from her shoulders. Sam knelt down behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, hands resting against her stomach..."You are so full of conviction I admire that. I think in time you see how this will strengthen you.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam turned his head to look at her now. "You are right. This is more than the job now. But I take no pleasure from this. I only delight in cutting those who deserve it. This is simple politics. I need an insider...I want you...", He breathed softly against her ear, which felt like the heated breath of a dragon on her skin. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "You will swear yourself to my service. Yet you seem to think this some enslavement. I want no control over your life...or your work. I only want your skill when I need it. Do you now see how this will help you?", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She did not like the fact that he was touching her but she remained still she was not to move so she didn't and her head was going crazy, she was delaying the inevitable as she closed her eyes again hearing him praise her conviction, she didn't need that. She listened to his proposition and sighed heavily and spoke out. "Fine, I will give you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the information you seek as long as it does not play me a traitor to either kingdom when revealing said information and putting any royals from either side in danger, then I have no issues....I will work for you.." Her head was hurting, she wanted to sceam but refused herself, it was her way of not giving the attacker any satisfaction, something<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she was taught when she was young, but it was effecting her in a lot of ways, she was vulnerable, she hated being vulnerable......and his hands on her made it worse...she wanted this over.. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam gave her a gentle nod. Leaning back from her he raised his laquered thumb to middle of her shoulder blade. Slowly he would trace a symbol, (the one in his profile), into her skin. He did not need to draw blood. The welt would turn to a scar on its own...He marked her. "Then you are free to go. Best wishes.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam took a step back as the lights dimmed. Even as they dimmed he turned to walk towards the door. His hand came to the doorknob, turning it to open it. Perhaps she would realize just how much was in her own mind. Perhaps not. Sam had other appointments to keep, so he walked out leaving her there. [d]
