#captive ziska

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(Don't remember where I stopped)

I give a cookie to her, and pat her head, "Good girl."

She scarfed it down glad to be given something ANYTHING to eat.

"Thank you ma'am!" She said louder than she meant to

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"When was the last time storm fed you?", I ask giving her another cookie.

She quickly ate it before answering

"I-I not sure...there's no way for me to tell time from my cell." She admitted

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I walked for a while before stopping to take a break, "So, how are you?", I ask the person kneeling by my side.

Her knees and hands hurt from trying to keep up to this new lady. She had to be fast to prevent being choked by the leash.

She wanted to cuss her out, and scream, and kingdoms knows what else but her stomach told her to be nice.

"I'm fine."

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My Daemons: Muzzled

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​ Characters: My OCs

CW/TW: Captured, murder implied, muzzled, swearing, pet whump

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Storm entered the cell her darling Ziska had been left in. Wrists chained to the wall behind her back.

“The hell do you want?” her prisoner snapped. So rude. She could have left her here but she took time out of her day to come see her.

“I know you hate me so why the hell didn’t you just kill me?! Why did you waste time dragging me....wherever here is?”

“Here’s the deal,” she started. “I only want you to say one simple sentence for me, and then you’re free to go.”

Ziska looked her captor up and down, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Just tell me I have permission to connect to you,” She commanded venom dripping with every word.

Ziska couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Even if I would say that, are you forgetting that the blood took that ability from you?”

“And that’s why I need permission,” Storm stated. “The Bloodmoon took away my ability to forcibly connect, but anyone can grant me permission.”

“Well forget it! There’s no way in a million years I’d let you bond again!”

“Figured you’d say that. No matter, more for fun for me I suppose. But if you aren’t going to say what you to, then you don’t need to speak at all.” Storm pulled a muzzle out of the bag approaching her victim. 

Ziska wished she could have gotten further away but she was already against the wall. Before she new it the fabric had been shoved onto her chin and a bit weighed on her tongue. 

F*ck you! She wanted to scream but simply an angry muffle came out as the person she considered a friend only a year ago left her.

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My Daemons: Starvation

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Starvation

Characters: My OCs

TW/CW: Starvation, Magic, imprisonment, lady Whumpee, lady Whumper, Muzzle, pet whump implications

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She wanted to glare at Storm. Really she did, but it had been a few days since since she’d been given anything to eat. So when she smelled something, though unable to make out what the scent was exactly, she couldn’t help but smile wide at her captor, already drooling.

"Aw is someone hungry?" She mocked with a smirk staring back at her former "friend's" desperate eyes. "Well I would give you food, but after all the racket you made pulling on your restraints I don't think you've earned it."

Ziska tried not to cry until after the Daemon left, and even then was quiet. Desperate not to starve she stopped struggling against the chains keeping aa quiet as possible.

"Such a show, only had the dear for a month and she's bending. And with Blaze having given up her search I bet she'll break apart soon." Storm laughed to herself watching the cameras for Ziska and recalling what she had seen stalking the her former fiery friend.

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Blaze had refused to accept her death and had looked into everywhere she knew of Storm’s connections to and places that made sense for her to hide out it. But after Five weeks of nothing, not even any threats from Storm she had to face the music.

Ziska was dead. And she had failed to protect her. She had failed to stop Storm.

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Ziska wasn't sure how much time had passed but she had been quiet long enough for Storm to lie a tray of food in front of her...…Then leave without removing the Muzzle.

It wasn't long before Storm came back looking disapprovingly at her captive.

"I take it you don't like the food. Ungrateful mutt." She sneered

Ziska tried to beg through the muzzle desperate to eat something. Anything!

"Fine then." Storm took the food away.

She didn’t wait till she left to cry as she collapsed to the ground arms shaking from hunger. She listened for her to come back desperate enough to give her the connection she wanted.

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For the Bad Things Happen Bingo, may I request trust issues and/or grabbed by the hair?

Ask and you shall receive neutron.

(Gonna save the Trust Issues till later)

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Characters: My OCs

CW/TW: Grabbed by the hair, muzzles, swearing, pet whump implications

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Ziska tired to pull against the muzzle keeping her to the floor. Storm had left her alone for the most part since putting it on but she knew it never lasted the long. The water daemon always came back to mess with her some more. 

Storm couldn’t help but sigh and roll her eyes as she heard the metal chains clank against each other. She had pulled at her cuffs and now she was pry doing the same with the muzzle. And here she thought it would bring her some peace and quiet. No matter, maybe she’d be more cooperative today.

Ziska refused to look up at her former friend and simply glared at her black flats as she came in.

“Are you ready to let me in?” Storm taunted. Ziska shook her head.

‘You’re an idiot if you think their is f*cking anything that could get me to let you connect to me again b*tch!’ She screamed in her head.

She suddenly let out a whimper as she felt a yank on her scalp as she was made to face her captor’s lighting bolt eyes. 

“Look at me when I speak to you Ziska,” She commanded, tone colder than her water. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the whimper that came from her pulling her up by her hair. The dear sounded like a like a scared little dog....

In fact....that gave her an idea...besides...they’re were other ways to accomplish her plan besides a connection. 

Yes....this would be fun.

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Hello from the random oc questions tabby kitten!!💙

Has your character ever been personally wronged in the past? Would/are they quick to forgive? How has this incident affected them?

Wellll. See Storm and Ziska were extremely close friends. Turns out Storm sees mortals as lesser than and was only buying her time to stab her in back.

Literally.

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She took ot well, a bit boring so I let go fast, after the bath I dressed her is plain green dress, and took her to the kitchen, "I want something sweet, but you can do whatever to yourself."

(my heart is weak today)

"I could make you fudge," she offered.