Slave

Small info:she Doesn't remember who she was and where she came from- she hit her head and has amnesia- sure she remembers a bunch of thing but nothing about herself.

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʜᴇɴʀɪ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

“So not ‘shit your pants’ scary then….Hmm, gotta work on that.” he said, almost ignoring her words. He rolled his shoulders and his neck a bit. “Such a shame, you may wanna let someone know your eyes are fucked up, can’t have you walkin into walls and shit.”

“I’d give you a B for effort.” She said solemnly mocking. She tapped on the cell, it clang a little under her small fingers, as if to remind the other of her current state. “Hmm, bad eyesight is probably least of my problem now - you know? And besides- I didn’t say it was that bad.”

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛ ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

“Fine by me,” Everett chuckled, “There’s something I like about a girl who can’t hold her liquor.” He flashed her a devilish grin, followed with a shrug. “Well, you get used to it. It ain’t so bad when you’ve been drinking it for the past two hundred years.”

“Two hundred what?” She paused reading him. “What?” She asked again just for safe measure, and why was she surprised anyway? As far as he know he’s a supernatural creature, she’s not sure what but still the acknowledgement of Everett’s age shocked her a bit. “And excused you I think I can hold my liquor.” Just think- she’s not sure.

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

Bennett shook his head. “No point. Too hard for me to get drunk on it.” To him, that made sense. “Plus, I’ve got nothing I want to forget.” Not true, but he didn’t have so much candor to admit that he was lying

“Don’t remember anything?” He thought for a moment before grinning. “You got any scars? That’s a good way to come up with backstories.”

Blinking at her, he pointed. “Get me the lime and the salt.”

"Okay that's bullshit. I mean I've only been upside a week or two and I'd rather forget, everything." She said in all honesty- if there's a change that she could actually do that; i.e. Getting drunk, she'd take it. No questions asked. "And really? You can't get drunk? Wow."

"I got this." She showed her left risked the words 'Cheyanne' written on it. That's what she think her name is. She, of course, could check on her back- and his not like she had the time to ask those bastard guards. She could only trust them as far as she could thrown them.. "I've check all skin I can see. Haven't found anything else."

Opening her mouth to complain, she stopped herself- she should actually be thankful that he's treating her this way rather than the alternative. She grabbed the lime and salt, holding them in her hands and watch curiously. Eyes blinking wide at Bennett. "Let's do this!"

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Edit

Okay. I just realized that my notifications is fucked up. My draft count is two, it’s for Master Everett. And Henry – please comment or HMU , if I owe you replies. .. Thank you.

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

He had to laugh at her fear. Not because he enjoyed it but because of the way she thought about supernaturals apparently. “No, no. I’m not going to eat you. Physically, sexually or otherwise, okay?” Truth be told, he was more into men anyway. “You cn shower and have a change of clothes, without giving me anything in return. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here for Braxton.” The words slipped off his tongue before he even realized he was thinking them. He immediately looked to the floor, only making glances at the female. “Please forget you heard that.”

“Don’t laugh.” She said as she started giggling herself, and though her cheeks hurt - somehow she thinks she’s used to it. “Well I’m sorry for doubting you but as you can see I’m inside a cage and is currently as sex slave to you.” She paused, looking for the right word. “People, last thing I want is someone taking a bite off me.” She wondered, if she was a judgmental person before she lost her memories. It doesn’t seem like it, knowing that someone infront of her was a supernatural being didn’t change how she look at him. She was sure she’d be wary too even if he’s human. “Forget you said the name Braxton? Done.” She made a play of zipping her lips, turning towards him and walk closer. “Are you sure you want to help me or is hmm-hmm expecting you?”

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

Bennett watched her with a smirk. Getting the slaves drunk was one of his new favourite things. He’d brought this one to the bar downstairs. Now, as her face contorted, he gave a snort. “Because it’s not disgusting, for one. Is that your first shot in the world? Makes sense why you didn’t do it right. Tequila had a method to it.”

"I'm sorry but your taste buds sucks." She shook her head. How would she explain things? "Um- well you see. I think the guys who effing brought hit my head a little to hard when they kidnapped me. I don't remembers much about myself." By much she means nothing- sure she knows other stuff, but mostly it confused her, like the drink. She knows tequila is the one with lemon and salt, wait isn't it the one where there's a fire one top? "Okay, how does one drink this stuff? And why are you making me drink tequila and why aren't you drinking?"

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ᴀᴍʏ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

“Would it honestly kill to get some privacy in this place” she said, turning around noticing the staring eyes on her.

“If I really think about it? The answer is probably yes. I mean we’re kind of sex slaves? I mean, they kinda took away our freedom” She didn’t mean to stare but it was the only way she could assure herself that someone was still there, that she was not alone. “And I think that freedom includes privacy.”

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ᴋʏʀɪᴇ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

“What the hell? Where the fuck am I?” Kyrie kicked the metal bars angrily.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Cheyanne glance at the new girl the guards brought. “Do you want the short version? Here it is. Welcome to hell, you’re in an island where your a sex slave to every creatures of the night. And oh yes- never mind that slavery was abolished decades, if not centuries, ago.”

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Henri had walked into the cells, in the guise of a larger man, muscle-bound and scarred as he looked into each cell with a wild look in his eye, humming like a monster. Then after a long moment, the man let out a low rumble of a chuckle before peeling off his jacket and setting it aside. “No, no, I’m kidding.” he said quickly before shedding his skin, revealing his true form under neath with a small laugh as he put the jacket back on slowly “Much better look, yea ?”

Cheyanne snort as she crossed her arms and moved forward. “Do you usually terrorized scared humans in a cell, is it a predator thing?” She mocked, as the nerves of actually being scared washed out. She gave a tight smile and pretended to look at the face. “I don’t see much difference between this look and the other.

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋs ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

Brooks sat in a random metal chair along the wall adjacent to the block of cells. It had been years since he had indulged in the dark behavior the castle allowed him to. Balancing a cigarette between his lips, he brought his lighter to the tip. Who knows how many he had smoked by now or how many hours he had been sitting, looking, contemplating his next prey. There were soft sobs steadily sounding in the background. “Does that crying thing work on the other masters?” He asked, his gaze drifting toward the single cell before him.

“Well it does, but looks like in this case it won’t. Just when I thought I’m about to conjure real tears.” She faked wiped her eyes. Though in reality she was actually crying, she wasn’t really expecting someone would walk in at this time. She doesn’t even know why she’s crying, hell - she doesn’t feel like a cryer but somehow the stress was getting to him. She stood up, looking as defiant as ever, with raised brows. If crying won’t work, she sure no one would want a slave who’s got the attitude of a pitbull or the likes. “Go away.”

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"Just-I'm warning you, I don't actually know if I have a high alcohol tolerance or if I even drink for that matter. You shouldn't really offer me this." Cheyanne babbled but she was already putting the glass on her mouth, drinking the whole shot as if it's water. "It's terrible. Why do you drink this stuff?"

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

He knew what she was feeling. He was a slave throughout his childhood and now? Now, he was a master and still couldn’t take when the slaves were mistreated. “They can’t mistreat you if you don’t fight them. I’m not making excuses for them but you can’t make it easy for them to hurt you. You have to be strong, you have to survive.” It was the best advice he could give her. “Do you want to come to my place and clean up or something?

"God, I'm sorry." She shook her head leaning her head on the cold wall- she knows she shouldn't really blame anyone but their captors or at least the people who put them here. She looked at him, in confusion, as she gave her advice and offered help. Should she really accept it? Shouldn't she not accept things from strangers who were here to pay for the chance to play with slaves? Somehow she finds the whole thing funny. She looked at him suspiciously. "Is that offer for free or are you going to eat me after, and by eat - I mean it literally." She amended quickly and you couldn't really tell if she's serious or she's mocking but she's half serious. "Or is eating people some kind of sensual thing? Oh god don't eat me please."

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Okay so- I don't think I owe people replies, just tell me if I do.. <3 I'm gonna start answering some more starters

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Henri hung back, observing for a long moment. He hummed to himself as he watched her, seeing the fighting causing his muscles to tingle with familiarity,making his lips go dry before quickly licking them. When the scene was over, he took a quick breath and chuckled as he approached her cell. At her words, he smirked a little as he nodded. “True enough, but you’re the scrapper.” he said with both eyebrows. “Not much, mainly Tatiana Ali over here’s name and autograph.” he teased. “Also possibly to put something on your face, that shit may swell.”

“So if I pretend to be a good slave, would that make you less interested?” Asking sarcastically, saying the words out loud actually defeats the purpose of acting like a tamed slave but she doesn’t seem to care much. But with that plan hatching in her mind, she didn’t care much on how it would seem- hell if it’ll drove the master away- she’s fine with acting good or she think she is. But she pursed her lips at the teasing tone- biting back a laugh and any comment that would seem her too snarky. “Thank you for your concern- I think bruise here and there would add character don’t you think?” She said, maybe a little to sweetly -Never mind the question of how and where she’ll get supplies to patch herself up.

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Pitiful fighting, but hey, at least she gave it an honest effort which was more than he could say about some of the others he’d met. Blue smiled when she started in with him, enjoying the fire in her eyes. “Nothing, it’s just.. It’s no mystery how you ended up here. If you followed through with the weight of your whole body you probably could have broken his jaw. Don’t think that would have boded well though.” Blue extended his hand through her cage. “I’m Blue. And you’re more interesting than them. At least for now.”

“No mystery? I woke up here, without knowing even my name. How’s that for no mystery?” She hates the fact that people here act as if - she had it coming, what did she ate babies before coming here? She hopes not. “Thanks for the advice, it’s not like I haven’t eaten in days and practically weigh nothing now. What’s there to follow through?” Somewhere on the back off her mind a voice was telling her to keep quite- looking at the hands on the cage, she purses her lips and looked insultingly. Was he honestly expecting her to reach back or was he planning on petting her - she’s not sure if it’s a thing. Way to make her feel more like a pet. “Right, cause predators actually like their prey live and kicking right?” She glared his hand. “Want me to bite that off?”

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“I want to know if you’re okay.” He spoke simply. He was never one to abuse or belittle. He was once in her shoes and forced into obedience, one way or another. “If you don’t fight them, they won’t be that way to you.”

“I’m fine.” She replied curtly, back against the wall - eyes closed. “Well, I’m sure that’s bullshit.” Her anger was now directed at the other, was he seriously trying to defend them? Like this is a thing that makes sense- sure she maybe has no memory about herself but she’s sure she’s not the type to just go down without a fight - and it’s not like she was the one who owed it to them. “Won’t be that way? Wont be that way?! They locked us up, expecting us to obey them like we’re some kind of pet. If I behave, will they let me out?”

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「 .*·。ﾟ❝ ᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ❜❜ ｡ﾟ･*. 」

Annabelle had watched the whole show. She was always particularly interested in watching all the violence down in the cells. It was better than TV. Though, she was reluctant to actually participate in the fighting. When the woman offered Annabelle to the unknown master instead of herself, the blonde was boiling with anger. She waited a few moments until the master moved on to speak up about. “Hey!” she called out the slave, “Hey, what the fuck was that!? You were just gonna sell me out like that?” As if she wouldn’t do the same to the fellow slave if the roles were reversed.

Cheyanne wiped the blood of her mouth as the other's outburst managed to get a heartily laughed out of her. "Sorry." She sheepishly apologized- it was bad humor but it'll do. "You looked willing- fine!" She raised her hands up in defeat and pointed in a different direction, as the master looked insulted at both of them. "Yeah 4 cells down, I think the red head there actually enjoys it." She added before looking at the other again- apologetically. "I was on a roll, you know. Sorry 'bout that. I promise not to do that again, anytime soon."