* / 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡

𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺

[inkmagician]

there is nothing poetic about clawing at your chest, trying to empty yourself of these poisonous words, coming up with nothing in your palms but blood.

excerpt from four things echo knows to be true | published in UNMYTHOLOGIZE (via xxhirxeth)

[enslavedwren]

Caleb.

most of the time, when people are happy, they smile. when they’re disappointed, or frustrated, they would frown. it was like it was in black and white. turning that frown upside down. but, there had always been something about a smirk that remained so open, and yet mysterious at the same time. when you’re amused, you could smirk with an entertained gleam in your eyes. when you’re taken aback, you would scoff and then smirk in, almost, utter disbelief. almost every emotion could be conveyed through the sly smile that was called a smirk. a good smirk or a bad one. it was something completely neutral, just for added effect. the emotion going with that smirk always had to be said through your expression, eyes or words. even the tone of your voice. people who truly understood this could completely fool their counterpart with a blank stare, stony eye but a smirk. how they take this is completely up to them. it doesn’t take a genius to realize that wren has been exposed to a few sets of smirks in the past and that she knows how to read them more carefully than others. Often times it’s refreshing not to have to wear a mask.

he makes his way to the office to rent the girl. it’s not a difficult task but one he has done a hundred times before. doesn’t take him long to return to the area where wren awaits. her face a little paler than before and he can only wonder if her resolve was starting to slip. was it his words or the casualness in which he delivers them? people like caleb can talk about a shopping list and rape with the same tone of voice. ❛ are you ready? ❜ whether she is or not is inconsequential. just as her entire existence. ❛ my car is parked out front. ❜

When he went off to take care of the formalities she didn’t move much from where she stood, not looking at the other occupants in the playroom but rather finding a spot on the wall to keep her focus. All the while her nerves worked, there was something so unsettling about the way he’d spoken, and there was no way she could have heard him wrong. That wasn’t exactly something her mind could conger on it own after all. She’d know many monsters in her lifetime, most of them appeared anything but so that didn’t unsettle her. However, there was this feeling in the pit of her stomach when it came to him...he felt so...off. When he returned she didn’t frown or scowl as she had earlier no she was too lost in her own head for that. “As if I have a choice.” She simply uttered as she followed along, dreading what this encounter might result in.

[enslavedwren]

Paimon.

Paimon shrugged. “Dont prefer to be a dream.” He mused, smirking at her to flash some sharpened teeth at her with a cruel look in his eye. “I actually prefer being the nightmare, the thing that makes people terrified…you know, basic stuff.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious. I’m sure you’re great at it.” She said again in rather dry tone as she eyed his hulking form assuming it helped him plenty in terrifying people.

[enslavedwren]

Emmett.

Emmett knew he was staring, a little voice in the back of his head telling him to knock it off, that it was rude. But he couldn’t shake the notion that she was familiar. He knew that face. He had only been here about a week and he hadn’t seen much of her, she always seemed to be elsewhere. Rented seemed to be the safe assumption, something he had yet to experience and wasn’t looking forward to the day he would, considering the state all the others came back in. She was back, for now, and he was trying desperately to place where he knew her from. But, it seemed the harder he tried to remember, the farther the memory slipped from his grasp. Beginning to doubt himself, maybe it was just a false trigger, a deja-vu of sorts and not a real memory at all. It wouldn’t be the first time his brain played tricks on him.

Wren felt drained and exhausted, it was the sort of melancholy that one should expect after being tormented and degraded in no many ways. She was getting used to it, yet she refused to become at all complacent and docile. All she had to do was remind herself was this really so different than the hell on Earth that was most of her upbringing. Death had just made all the fuckers more creative. When she felt someone staring she ignored for a while, though eventually she grew tired of it assuming they were gawking at the marks or something, likely one of the newbies. “Are you going to keep starting or are you gonna come out with whatever it is you wanna ask?” She asked not looking to closely at the boys face, not that the darkness in the basement made it all that easy.

[beautorigine]

[queenhelenas]

[enslavedwren]

Caleb.

manipulation is a lot about reading the other person for their reactions in a trial and error sort of way. imagine the best “yes men.” they pretty much just throw out a lot of opinions, see which one their target seems to latch onto, and then reemphasize that particular one. most people are expecting to see some things and not others, so you just watch for those signs in their face. if it seems like you are getting off, you’ll see a look of confusion or disgust, after which you quickly backpedal and go the opposite way. otherwise you’ll see signs of apathy or approval. imagine it is a lot like a blind man feeling his way through an unfamiliar room. everyone does this on some degree. the main skill in lying is to discover how people are able to determine what is truth and what is lie and always make your lies look more like truth and less like lies. wren has been through this before. ❛ sounds to me like you’re talking from experience. someone really did a number on you, huh? ❜ he can tell by her reaction that she has been the victim of some hardcore manipulation in the past. and now she thinks that because she is dead that she paid her dues and learned a valuable lesson to never trust someone ever again. and caleb? caleb has become less and less patient. ❛ i’m entitled to subversiveness regardless of what i do. it’s supposed to be the whole point of this place. just seems a little unfair for you to have to sit there in a cold cell, naked, with a chain around your neck. meanwhile i get to go to a five bedroom house and sleep in a comfortable bed with my dignity still intact. i’m only trying to give you some of yours back. ❜ she’s standing there, close to his face. his eyes drop to appreciate the length of her neck and the shape of her collarbones.  ❛ oh, i don’t wanna fuck you. i want to wear your skin. ❜ he hums softly, a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips. he takes her hand and kisses it. ❛ let’s take you home. ❜ 

“Yet, free will prevails.” She countered, it really was all a mind game. They had all done something to bad to land themselves in the bad place, yet they system that seemed to determine their faith upon their arrival was not about the numbers, or morality and reason behind the bad things each individual had done. They were all puppets for the devils amusement, and how each of them was dealing with it was up to them. Why else would see feel more herself than she had even in her last moments alive. Wren really didn’t know what to make of what he was saying, she’d heard kind words before all her life few actually cared, kind words were what people used to get what they wanted from you. For malicious intent or otherwise, the many social workers she’d dealt with growing up spoke to her kindly to make her feel safe and remain compliant within the system, Jackson said anything and everything she wanted to hear so she would keep giving him what he wanted. Words meant nothing.

Wren watched as his gaze dropped from her face, though the words that followed she had no retort for as they chilled her to the bone. She stared at him dumbfounded, wondering if she’d heard wrong. When she felt the press of his lips against her hand the physical touch broke her confused trance and she yanked her hand back to her side. Not responding even still as she was swept along by the guards, as he made to take care of whatever transactional means were required for him to be allowed to take her with him. All the while the sense of trepidation built inside of her.

[enslavedwren]

Ronobe.

SMUT STARTERS MEME  [ 14B ]  —  accepting

Throwing her head back to cry out a string of obscenities, Wren dug her nails into the previously unmarred skin of his abdomen. The need to scratch and claw and assert even the slightest bit of dominance and resistance in anyway she could a natural instinct for the young woman. But fuck, if she wasn’t completely and utterly distracted for all rational thoughts of the sort as he brought her so close to the brink of climax. The feel of his cock buried balls deep inside of her, and the unrelenting stimulation to her clit was too fucking much. Her thighs quivered and she lifted her hips at each painfully slow thrust of his cock inside of her. “Fuuuck!” She cried out again before shuddering violently as she rode out her orgasm, well and throughly spent.

@rcnobe​

[enslavedwren]

Gus.

“Wit?” He chuckled softly as he reached into a low cabinet to withdraw a throat trainer. It was shaped like a man’s cock but the exterior looked a little like an infant’s pacifier with a band dangling from it. The band allowed it to be fastened behind her head and lodge the phallus shaped object in her mouth, effectively gagging the young woman. He slipped the nub of the cock between her lips, pushing it in, and then clasped it behind her dark head. “Remember, you did not need to be gagged. You asked for this with your ill manners.” 

He looked her up and down. “You redid the hair in a satisfactory manner. I am pleased.” He nudged the girl forward until she stood in front of an old fashioned blackboard. “You will write this verse - Remind them to be subject to rulers, to authorities, to be obedient, to be ready for every good deed, to malign no one, to be peaceable, gentle, showing every consideration for all men.” 

He held it up for her to see and then placed it on a stand to her left. “If you make an error, you will stop and hold perfectly still until I apply your discipline. Then you will be permitted to continue. You will write this verse at least 10 times and continue until the board is full. If you manage to complete it with no more than three errors, I will permit you to join me at the table for dinner tonight. If you cannot manage such a feat … well, you scarcely deserve such a reward when you are merely a failure.” He set down a metronome and started it with the flick of a finger. 

“Begin.” Gus instructed firmly.

Brows knitting together as she watched him turn away in search of something in his cabinets, she had the distinct feeling that she’d managed to fuck things up for herself. It wasn’t a new feeling for the young woman, not by a long shot. The woman was practically born fighting, and nothing had come easy all her life. So she was used to fighting tooth and nail, and didn’t know when to quit. Not to mention her sense of pride far outweighed her sense of self preservation. Her month and half or however long it had been in Hell had not changed that.

So of course she protested as he shoved the plastic cock in her mouth, the words snuffed out by the contraption serving it’s purpose, and her face scrunched as she adjusted around it the initial urge to gag overtaking a moment though she’d long since desensitized that reflux and once again it passed. Though of course it wasn’t exactly a comfortable feeling regardless and she glared daggers at him the whole time he stood near fastening the strap and reappraising her appearance. Just barely resisting the urge to violently lash out.

When he turned to the blackboard she frowned confused as fuck as to what purpose his prescribed task could have at all. Though she did listen to the sentence committing it to memory and not finding it difficult to do so. Huh. So all her time working for Jackson had at least one benefit. She recalled all the letters and emails he he’d dictated, and all the times that hadn’t been entirely work related. The flood of memories the cause of the flush in her cheeks and her further rage over remembering the bastard at all.

After looking at the man in front of her now another long moment she picked up the chalk with a huff, the gag at least not disrupting that. She’d have smirked at that if she could. She wrote the sentence out perfectly the first time, the only fault her chicken scratch handwriting, then a second time, and by the third she began to get cocky and write faster wanting to prove a point by getting through it as quickly as possible. But in doing so she realized she’d skipped over a word entirely, when she reached the end of her third sentence. And she quickly went to cram it in the small space between the words, daring a glance in his direction as she wondered if he’d caught it.

[mistressleota]

CALEB MYERS is requesting the service of WREN WARREN for 12 HOURS & DECEMBER 29TH. I am expecting TO BE SATISFIED. If WREN refuses, I will alert a guard immediately so proper punishment can follow.

“ Satisfied? Come now, don’t be so stingy on those details. You know I could use a good image before she gets dragged back here by the hair. I’ll APPROVE it, nonetheless. But don’t think I’ll let vague satisfaction get an easy pass again.“

@mcnstrosite @enslavedwren

[enslavedwren]

Paimon.

“What is that saying? One’s trash is another treasure or something like that?” Paimon mused, waving a hand around with a chuckle. “Your hardly a treasure, but hey…cant complain about having a warm hole around my cock now can I?”

Wren didn’t react at that, it was the sort of treatment that was more common than not here, it ceased to be...shocking. “Hmm, you really do have a way with words. Practically every trashy bimbos fever dream.” She quipped sarcastically, her words dry and uninterested. 

[enslavedwren]

Caleb.

this is actually a rare find. the majority of the slaves here are quick to assume their submissive positions. some don’t even put up a fight. and here is wren, refusing to fall in the trap he is setting up for her. there are two ways to catch a prey. you can draw them into a false sense of security and then attack, or violently strike. the second option is a lot messier. so when she spits her poison at him, caleb should have been insulted and gone straight for the jugular. ❛ wow, now you’re just being rude. i took you out of your cell, gave you clothes, been nothing but polite to you. the least you can do is show me the same courtesy. ❜

Would Wren be much more susceptible to manipulation anywhere else? Possibly. But not in this place, not so soon after death had provided her so much clarity on what a complete idiot ‘love’ had made of her. She wreaked all the progress she’d made in life for a man who was married and basically using her as so many others had, except he wore a charming smile and his words were sugary sweet, and he never hurt her physically. By what she had to compare that to, he had seemed like a godsend, but how wrong she was. So she was not about to let anyone do that to her again, it would not be so easy a second time when her guard was up. “None of which I asked for. I’m sure plenty of other slaves have given you the impression that these seemingly nice gestures make you entitled to subservience because they owe you something, you’ll find that’s not the case here. So if you wanna fuck lets fuck. Otherwise why are you wasting your time?” At that point she’d walked right up to him, piecing green eyes locked on his unwilling to waver.

[enslavedwren]

*/ OOC

Hello everyone, I’m just getting back from my holiday break from tumblr (things got super busy), and would love some more plots and things for Wren. Listed below are a couple of connections I’d love for her is anyone can see their characters being able to fill any. Most likely will submit them to the main as wcs later on if not filled! Aside from those would love to plot threads with everyone!

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[enslavedwren]

Maria.

@enslavedwren​ “I just… Hell was meant to be hot.” Maria grumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. She’d never been one to tolerate the cold, never being seen with less than three layers in the winter months, but that wasn’t an option anymore. Even the wrist and ankle shackles and collar were cold, being made of metal. “I mean, even if they made it uncomfortably hot, that’d be better than this, don’t you think? And I mean, there’s not exactly anyone here willing to cuddle for warmth.”

Wren couldn’t help scoff at her words, if only any of them really knew what hell would turn out to be. They might have all worked harder at life. She sure as hell would not half lost her fucking mind over some worthless manipulative asshole. But hindsight really was twenty twenty, and they had an eternity to ponder over their own mistakes. Wren herself wasn’t as bothered by the cold having been used to so many different shitty living situations growing up, the cold places being perhaps the best of them. “Trust me I don’t think that’d be better at all, just imaging home much worse it might stink makes me wanna gag.” She mused, before smirking light. “If you wanna cuddle for warmth, all you have to do is ask.”

[enslavedwren]

Caleb.

     there are other people inside the playroom and caleb wishes they could have made the area more private. he doesn’t care what johnny no good is doing to his potential slave two feet away. it is what it is, so he waits for the guard to bring wren over to him and he has to admit that she cleans up nicely. the dress fits her like a second skin, covering the parts of her that are meant to be saved for later. all he can see is arms, a long pair of legs and neck now that the chain is gone. it’s like wrapping a present after you’ve already seen it. kinda takes away the surprise element, doesn’t it? still, in that red dress, she looks almost regal. would look even better if she smiled instead of carrying that sour resting bitch face but he appreciates the pout that comes with it. she approaches him, swaying her hips on her way to him. and she stands a bit taller too as a result of the high heels she’s wearing - a detail he didn’t ask for by the way. her question could not be any dumber. what did anyone would want with her? and yet - he lies. ❛ i want to get to know you. ❜

With some effort Wren ignored the happenings of the room around, her discomfort over the acts much like the discomfort she felt growing up and seeing the mistreatment of the other kids in the system with her. The good ones that were suffering at the hands of the crooked. She’d stood up for them then, she took the brunt of the punishments, and the senseless torture when she could. Here she couldn’t and it made her all the angrier. So when he fed her that bullshit she wasn’t obliged to be as nice as to him as she had been thus far. And yes, that had been her docile and nice. “Why don’t you cut the crap, the nice guy act is great and all but if you think you can butter me up for whatever you think might get out of me for your shits and giggles is not going to happen. We both know where all the nice guys go don’t we? So how do you want me?” She asked, rephrasing the question.