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[mattattridge-smith]

When light meets dark #icedsaltedcaramellatte #coffee #coffeeaddict #homemade #lightmeetsdark #mixed #merge #caffeine #fortheloveofcoffee (at Middleton, Greater Manchester) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxkhDJbFI0F/?igshid=1k2lb7sz91gyn

[fatgirlproblems321]

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[jochunyan]

This week will be a busy one for me so I'm hoping to soak up as much time in nature as I can. I love how this photo just makes me want to take a wander into the woods. #createspace #consciousness #wanderlust #wander #nature #timeout #beingalone #consciousliving #connectedness #nourish #soulwork #lightmeetsdark #timeformyself #mindfulness #biophilia #present #moments #inspired

[son-of-the-omega-blog]

Light Meets Dark Part 2

#LightMeetsDark #Part2 with @ChosenLayla  #BDB

Layla:   *opening my eyes, I looked around, trying to figure out where I am.  The dimly lit room was spinning and it took me a few minutes to gain my senses.  I looked down at my hands.  They were still hurting from my desperate attempts to claw my way out, and haven’t healed properly yet.  My stomach cramped and crippling fear overtook me as everything came rushing back. My injured hands automatically slipped over my pregnant, swollen stomach, checking desperately to see if my young was still moving.  Nothing, no movement, just cramping.  I hadn’t eaten and this cage I had to sleep in has been uncomfortable to put it mildly.  I remembered Lash telling the smaller, pale male to get me something to eat, but I must have passed out from the pain and exhaustion.  My eyes followed a sound as it cracked on the other side of the room.  The door opened, letting in a dim stream of light and Lash stepped through.  Suddenly the cage felt like the only protection from the male. 

Lash: [A day’s rest, food and coffee does a body good. Showering and dressing in new clothes, I sent Mr. D off with and order to bring a hot meal to the persuasion center and then be off with a quad to bring back another civilian. With a female to care for now, and not only that, one who was expecting, she was going to need feeding as well. She couldn’t feed from me, and the thought cranked my shit tight. Layla had already refused my hand feeding last night and at the risk of killing her with an outburst, I locked her up for the day to reflect. Arriving at the site and double checking, then checking again that none of the Brothers had found my little treasure stash, I deactivated the security codes one by one and went inside. Hot food was waiting beside the stove, wrapped in foil, the only indicator that Mr. D had been the sole body besides the beating hearts in the cage. Dropping my coat on the chair and picking up the take-out container, I walked over to the cage and knelt down.] Good evening my pretty female. [Layla’s eyes widened as she moved to the far corner. The grin parting my lips almost hurt.] Are you hungry? [Holding up the container, I waited to see if I was going to have to go in and drag her out, or if she was going to be a good little girl and come to me willingly.]  

Layla:   *curling up against the edge of the cage, I made myself small.  It wasn’t helping, but somehow it was the only thing that my body wanted to do.  Cringing away was my body’s natural defense.  The smell of the food reached my nose before Lash spoke and I felt my stomach twisting and cramping.  I was starving and my young was, too.  My mind raced through hundreds of possibilities.  Will this male let me eat or will this be a cruel joke, meant to make me suffer more.  There was only one way to find out.  I nodded and reached out my hand hesitantly to take the container, keeping my body pressed back against the cage* 

Lash:  Tut, I want to hear that songbird voice of yours. [Holding the container just out of her reach, I wanted to make her work for it. If I was going to get Layla to bend to me willingly, I had to start somewhere. And with her body already compromised by carrying young, it would work on her mind that much easier if she was fully dependent on me. For everything. Food, water, shelter, washing, clothing. Feeding. Well, she couldn’t drink the black stuff that filled my veins, I would have to get someone else for her to feed from. Mr. D was on top of that duty.] Tell me and I’ll let you have some. 

Layla:  *half growling and half hissing as I see the food just out of reach* I’m too exhausted to play games.  Yes, I’m hungry. My young is starving and I don’t have the energy to fight or argue with you.  Verily, you are a coward for picking on a pregnant female and you should be ashamed.  Why don’t you try kidnap a brother and see how that works out for you.  See if they will remain herein and if you will live to tell such tales *reaching forward, I made an attempt to take the food from you and adding* Chances are you would not survive five minutes with one of the brothers and you know this very well, or you wouldn’t be picking on innocent females. 

Lash:  [Eyes narrow to dark smoky slits as the growl burned up my throat and past my lip, keeping the food just out of reach. She thinks to -taunt- me?!!] Is that what you’d like to see, a Brother here? [Hissing out a dark chuckle, I knew exactly who I’d bring. Locking my black stare on the blonde female, I leaned closer as I spoke.] You’d like to see, perhaps Qhuinn locked in those shackles. Tied up like a pig for slaughter to the table while I go to work cutting out his eyes so he can’t see, his tongue so he can’t speak.. Make him just like that pansy mute fuck John Matthew? Is that what would turn you on, huh? And once I’ve cut Qhuinn’s tongue out, I’ll go to work and castrate him. No more baby daddy. Though I’m surprised, I thought getting the females pregnant was the Primale’s job. Looks like he couldn’t get it up enough, lame ass one-legged freak, so Qhuinn did his job for him. Imagine that. [Didn’t that give me an idea. Not that it would bear fruit, but Layla didn’t have to be privy to that tidbit. Smirking at the mental images, I tossed the food into the cage. She did need to eat. And when Mr. D returned with a civilian, she’d also feed.] How about letting Qhuinn watch me as I take you in as many ways possible before I peel his eyes out? Hmm?  

Layla:   *my green eyes pierced daggers into the male’s flesh.  If I could rip his heart out and feed it to the stray dogs right now, I would.  His words were completely uncalled for and a disgrace to the good males, even if they couldn’t hear what he was saying.  The words being uttered was disgusting enough.  I blocked my mind from putting an image to any of the words as they were spoken.  My breathing was already becoming erratic and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as my heart rate rose.   My plan to keep the situation calm went up in flames of anger and I lunged forward, baring long white fangs and hissing like a crazed wild cat.  My whole body trembled, my voice shaking*  You’re too much of a coward to go after Qhuinn! You know he would rip you into pieces! Qhuinn and the Primale are males of extreme worth and you aren’t even worthy of kissing their boots!  You’re scum and you will be eliminated or rather exterminated like the vermin you are! 

Lash:  [Watching the female go as nuclear as she could behind bars and with a rounded belly in her way, she cranked me up something good. Smirking darkly, I knew I’d found a weakness in her. Her grid was on temporary lockdown but I knew who she was thinking of. Qhuinn. As much as I’d bet she’d deny it, that glymera defect was going to play well into my ongoing plans.] Hot fuck female, you make my cock hard with all that anger! [Jumping forward to press against the cage, I met Layla’s glare eye to eye within a breadth of light between us, my fangs popping low and long.] That knockoff of a Brother wouldn’t last long with me, lovely one. When he finally realizes that you never made it home, he’ll have someone put a trace on that phone of yours, Vishous perhaps, follow it to the scene. And once sees his precious car totaled, and you nowhere in sight, what do you think he’s going to do? Remain calm? [Parking a malicious smirk to my lips, I let the thoughts play out verbally.] I think not. Knowing Qhuinn as well as I do, he’ll go asbo insane. Mental. He’ll rip apart the what’s left of the car to find any trace of you. [Dropping my voice to a near whisper, I didn’t hold back the venom of my tone.] And when he finds none, that’s when I’ll lay my trap. [Thrusting my hand between the bars of the cage and grabbing the female by the neck before she could move back and holding her still, my voice dripped with enough acidity to burn the very air around us.] That mother fucker will know first hand what it’s like to have his throat slit from behind. Like he did to me.  

Layla:   *panic set in, my breathing becoming severely labored.  My chest hurt and within a few seconds I felt as if someone or something was pushing the air out of my lungs.  Every word that left this male’s cruel mouth was spoken with such hatred, I couldn’t even fathom it.  I had never been around this type of cruelty before.  I’ve never been treated like this before, and his voice made me realize I might not be alive to see Qhuinn or anyone else again.  I would gladly give my life for Qhuinn’s but our young deserves a chance to survive.  The iron grip of his large hand on the back of my neck, made the world spin around me, and pain registered on some level.  I was trying to keep breathing but the pressure on my lungs made it almost impossible.  I was starved, thirsty and exhausted and my weakened state contributed to the lack of ability to keep myself calm.  Tears built up quickly and slid down my cheeks.  The thought of anything happening to Qhuinn or any of the family I’ve grown to love, was unbearable.  I managed a half choked whisper* I pray he kills you slowly. 

Lash:  You’d be better off praying -you- live to see it happen. [I was pissed beyond fuck. And even harder than that. That this female was still fighting me after the mental images I’d set up for her to wander through. If she lived through this, and the birthing table, I could see her ruling beside me. With our young playing at our feet. But first, her loyalty to Qhuinn was going to be broken. Nacht. It needed to be fucking shattered. In time, it would be. Keeping an even tone, I slowly released Layla’s neck but didn’t back off, watching and reading her.] Eat what I have provided for you. When the rest of your meal shows up, you’ll take that too. 

Layla:  *pulling back once the iron grip on my neck is removed, my hand instinctively rubbing the back of my neck.  I felt furious.  The anger inside me surprised me, for I have never felt this level of anger before in my life.  I lowered my eyes for a few seconds, forcing myself to calm down for the sake of my unborn child. Taking the food I moved back against the far end of the cage, my head hurting for the first time in my life.  This was what a headache felt like.  I opened the package and started eating.  The food was unfamiliar to me but right now I was so hungry, anything would taste good.  When I finished the food, I placed the package close to the entrance of the cage.  I wasn’t aware that Lash was watching me eat until now.  I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life before and there were a few times where I had suffered humiliation when I was refused by the warriors, but nothing could compare to this* I… I’m done….  

Lash:  [Watching each bite Layla took was like a jolt to my cock, making it harder by the pulse. Her plump lips sucking down each morsel as if it were her last had me imagining them wrapped around my cock as I fucked her throat. Fangs punching low and long, I kept a trained eye on the Chosen’s every single move, to the point of counting each time her jaw moved when she chewed. Such perfection tainted by her devotion to Qhuinn. She’d find out soon enough how wrong she was in being so loyal to that abomination to the race. But first, Layla needed to tend to her personal needs. I might be a cruel bastard, but I wasn’t ignorant in reading basic needs. And to keep Layla alive in her condition, she was going to need some TLC. Ignoring the dropped container and unlocking the cage, I prowled closer and grabbed Layla’s arm, my nose wrinkling at the lingering scent of Qhuinn, both from her clothes and from her flesh.] Out. You stink and are in need of bathing. 

Layla:  *cringing back as I see Lash’s hand reach out for me, but I’m too slow and his large hand grabs hold of my arm.  His words humiliate me more and I lower my eyes, not wanting to make contact with him.  Suddenly the realization hits me and I pull away.  Bathing… that would mean I have to get undressed.*  I do not wish to bath.  You should smell yourself, you reek of lesser. You go bath.  I’m perfectly fine. *glaring up at the blonde male, I bare tiny white fangs and hiss at him* I need to see the doctor for my check up soon.  What are you gonna do about that?  

Lash:  [Fuck me hard. The aggression from this female was seriously fucking with my self-control: visions of taking her in every way possible flooded my grid. Growling, I pulled Layla to me and backed out of the cage.] Let me show you what the fuck I’m going to do about it. [The female weighed not more than a puppy, but the struggle she put up was more than I guessed she’d throw out in her condition. Kicking the cage door shut behind us, I wrapped my arms around Layla’s waist and partially carried/dragged her to the makeshift bathroom that had yet to be fully finished. Temporary plywood walls had been erected around a drain in the corner, an exposed metal pipe coming out of the concrete and steel formed walls of the building topped with a large spread showerhead completed the interior deco. No doors, no other walls than the three sides, it was left wide open to anyone passing. Not that the lessers had need of showering, I did. And now that I’d had proper company, she’d need it too. Pushing the Chosen into the corner with a low growl, I blocked the only way out and watched the female with a dark smirk.] Get undressed and clean yourself up. [Letting my fangs drop long and low, I almost begged her not to. Because I’d have so much fun with her disobedience.] If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.  

Layla:   *arms swinging, legs kicking and teeth snapping was my only defense as Lash dragged me out of the cage.  My attempts were futile, and I ended up in a half open area.  I looked up to see the showerhead above, but that’s the only evidence that this was a shower.  This place looked like a dump that should be used for storage, not living quarters.  My green eyes darted around, looking for an escape but found none. I needed a shower, and I needed to feed, but the only reason I was contemplating doing as he said, was for the sake of my young.  The look in his face made it clear that he wanted to have an excuse to get physical and I have to play the game to keep him away. Shrugging out of my coat, I threw it at the male.  My personal coat hanger.  I took off my blouse and skirt next, tossing it over to the male, and stepped forward in my underwear, opening the faucet and raising my head as the water sprayed out and flowed over my body.  I could smell the wicked arousal without turning to look at the male.  I needed a distraction to get through this shower*  The lesser business must be bad, this place is a dump.  Can’t you afford better accommodation or does this fit in with your tastes? 

Lash: [Watching Layla undress to her undergarments through dark eyes, I dropped her discarded clothes off to the side of who cares. Raking a leering stare up and down her body, my eyes landed on the bump in the middle of her waist where the young nestled in her womb. My hand slid to the front of my pants, a deep growl issued forth as my eyes swept back up to watch every move of Layla's hands soaping her body. Her young will be mine upon its birth and my future plan set in motion. If the Chosen survived. Her words hit me with a stinging assumption to my taste in accommodations; the place was far from being a palace and just as many steps from being comfortable. Lessers didn't need comfort, merely a place to recharge for a few hours each night. Personally I was accustomed to far grander living quarters myself and this place was purchased under Mr. X’s reign as Forelesser. Sometimes you had to work with what you had.] Be grateful for a sun free roof over your head and hot water to wash that body.[The Razr in my pocket chose that moment to go off. Without dropping my eyes from the female, I dug it from my pocket, flipped it open and listened to Mr.D as a slow grin punctuated the length of my fangs.] You better hurry before your next meal gets here. Or he's going to get quite an eyeful, and I'd hate to spoil your appetite if he gets any ideas. 

Layla:  *My eyes caught the movement as Lash’s hand went for his crotch, I sent up a silent prayer to the Scribe Virgin and kept my back towards the male most of the time.  Even with underwear on, I felt exposed and embarrassed. Small hands moved over my body, spreading the soap evenly.  My head snaps back at Lash’s comment and I make haste in lathering the soap into my hair and rinsing the soap from my body and then from my hair.  I turn off the faucet and look around for a towel but see none.  The luxury of towels must be too much for this place or Lash is being extra nasty by making me have to ask*  Do you have towels in this dump?     #LightMeetsDark #Part2

[son-of-the-omega-blog]

Light Meets Dark

#LightMeetsDark with @ChosenLayla 

Layla:  *driving down the dark secluded road, I turned up the heat by turning some knobs and pressing some buttons on the dashboard.  I’d seen Qhuinn do this when I was cold before.  The warmth inside the car had me relaxing and singing along to the song which was playing.  I loved this world and all it had to offer.  I still visited the sanctuary to see mine sisters and the Scribe Virgin, and if I was honest, I valued the peace and quiet therein.  The mansion was wonderful to live in, but it did get a little busy most nights.  With my energy levels not being what it used to, I enjoying the little downtime as Q would call it.  I slowed the car down, eyes squinting to see what was going on up ahead.  It looked like a tree had fallen and is blocking the road.  Stopping the car, I got out and walked to the front of the car, looking to see if there is any way to get around this*  

Lash:  [Flickering lights through the trees and the sound of a rumbling motor nearly had me cumming in my pants. I stayed in place as the black hummer rolled to a stop but when the female get out, I moved quickly. Swallowing the pregnant female in my shield so no one would see or hear either of us, I slung an arm around her waist from behind and grabbed both the female’s hands as she started to struggle and drug her back to my car.] Feel free to scream all you want. No one will see or hear us. [Laughing darkly, I wondered why I didn’t think of doing this before. Leaning to her ear, I let a purring growl vibrate between us. That’s when I noticed it. Her scent was mixed with.. Qhuinn’s? And not just because she’d been sitting in his car. That glymera reject mother fucker. I figured he’d have been fucking Blay and JM all this time when instead he’d been busy doing the Primale’s job for him. With the Chosen Layla.] Well well… [Inhales deeply, ignoring the way her heart jack hammers in her chest, my eyes black with a different kind of hunger. Dragging my tongue up the side of her neck, I chuckled low with a lusty smirk.] Are you carrying Qhuinn’s young? Mmm? Well guess what, -Chosen Layla-. You belong to -me- now. You’re MINE. 

Layla:   *confusion overtook me when I felt a hand closing around my waist. I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening but when I turned my face, I recognised the face.  I’d seen this male before with Qhuinn, Blay and John Matthew and neither of them liked him.  I searched my memory, trying to place what happened but the males shielded us Chosen, and the other females from the dark deeds that occurred.  I knew it was bad, bad enough for it to have caused a major uproar within the mansion.  This male was evil, I didn’t need to know it, I sensed it.  I struggled to break free from his grip, my body twisting as fear grips me.  My young… I need to get out of this.  The male’s voice cuts into my efforts and I’m stunned that he knows who’s young I’m carrying.  A million thoughts fill my mind at the same time but I shake my head, clearing it.  I needed to stay focused*  Yes, I am with his young. Let me go and I will not speak of this to anyone. 

Lash: [I was starting to love how they struggled when they saw me. Apparently this one recognized me. Because she stopped moving and was now attempting to calm. On the outside. I could hear her heart thrumming and feel the erratic staccato beats under my arm with each breath she took.] You know me, don’t you? [Cranking another smirk out, I yanked the rope off the top of the car, loosening my hold on the Chosen just enough to grab her wrists together and wrap them with rope, tying a knot a sailor would be jealous of.]  And that means you know too much. [Popping the back door of the Mercedes open, I took another look at the female. Most Chosen wore white robing. This one had been on this side too long. She was wearing regular clothes, and if she’d been staying with my cousin, chances are she was chipped somewhere. Growling low, I started a pat-down, running my hands over her breasts, along her rounded waist, down each leg and back up, into her coat.... Bingo! Digging my fingers around the tiny pocket, I pulled out her cell.] I don’t think you’ll be needing this anytime soon. [Dropping the thing in my pocket, I’d have Mr. D pull the card out of the thing as soon as we got there.]  

Layla:   *I refrained from answering the question. ‘Twas useless to deny it. I was disappointed that he did not consider my offer, surely he should know the brotherhood will come looking for me. He is no match for them.  I felt my stomach turning as he tied my hands with rope before searching me.  The feeling of his hands roaming over my body sent shivers through me and I made one more attempt to set myself free, but the attempt wasn’t even a recognised one.  His strength compared to mine was incomparable. Struggling was only going to call for more ropes and harsher handling.  I decided to take a different approach and stopped fighting completely*  I don’t know what you want with me or with Qhuinn, but if you phone him *looking at the phone you removed from my pocket* I’m sure he will meet you and discuss whatever it is you want.  

Lash: [Pausing only briefly to look at the female, I let the darkest smile plaster itself to my mug.] What I want from you? [Was she seriously that clueless?] What I want is for the Brotherhood to be destroyed. And you my lovely captive... [Pushing Layla back against the car with my body, my cock started doing pushups against the zipper as I ground against, cupping the Chosen’s face in my hands to keep her eyes on me as I spoke.] ..Hold the vital key to their demise… [Dropping a hand to Layla’s hip and then smoothing over the firm roundness of her belly, the baritone of my voice lowered even more, my gaze piercing hers with lethal intent.] And I intend to never let you go until I get what I want. 

Layla:  *the mixture of the male’s words and his actions, his body pushing me against the car and the look on his face, rattled me enough to let out a small desperate cry for help. I didn’t recognise my own voice.  I’ve never felt this kind of fear before.  The demise of the brotherhood and I’m the key…. Feeling his manhood pressing against me, I tried to pull back.  He wouldn’t dare touch a pregnant Chosen.  I tried to turn my face away but the strong grip made it impossible. I needed a bargaining tool.  My mind raced until I found my voice* If you need me to get to them, you need me in good condition.  Unharmed and untouched.  Verily, you know the Chosen are for the use of the brotherhood only. *as soon as I said the words, I wished I hadn’t.  I could see he couldn’t care less about a Chosen’s status*  

Lash:  [I could feel, smell Layla’s fear. It fed the wicked in me so much I was coming to crave more. The more she remained calm, the more it made me want reactions out of her. Enough to make terrified, but not so much it damaged the young inside her. Much as I’d love to thrown her down and mount her, out here it wouldn’t do if she died or the young did. She’d be useless to me.] I guarantee that you’ll give me what I want no matter what happens. [I ground my hips into hers once more and leaned in, licking up the side of her neck. Her disgust was glorious.] Oh, I’m very well aware of how the Brotherhood “use” the Chosen. [Dark eyes shifted from Layla’s face down over her body, pausing on the swell of her firm breasts as I shoved a leg between her, bringing my knee up just enough to help keep her pinned for a moment longer.] I’ve had a few lovely females over the last few months to know exactly what you’re used for. [Pulling back and holding the door, I moved Layla to the opening.] Get in and behave yourself.  

Layla:  *an attempt to push myself away from you only resulted in my body making more contact with yours. I moved my eyes, trying to find something to focus on.  I was losing my grip on trying to keep the situation calm.  Your tongue licking my face caused my whole body to almost convulse and I swallowed hard to keep the bile from rising.  I froze as your eyes rested on my breasts and your leg came up between my legs, pressing up against my core.  I hardly heard the words that were spoken, blood rushed through my veins and my ears were throbbing.  I made another attempt to free myself as you pushed me toward the open door.  I brought my leg up and kicked your shin with all the strength I could muster*  

Lash: [The kick was half-expected, and felt more like the bump of a leaf than an actual kick. Grabbing Layla’s trussed up hands and jerking her back to me again, my lip curled to reveal elongated fangs.] Keep that up and I’ll have you bent over the hood of this car and those pants down around your ankles faster than you can blink. [Fuck she was a fiery one. If I thought the last Chosen was a turn on when she fought, I’d bet Layla would be a firecracker in bed.] One last time, Get in. And behave yourself. [Turning Layla around and pointing her to the open door, I blocked any way that she could possibly use to run. Getting in the car was her only choice.]  

Layla:  *My heart was racing, one look into those cold eyes told me that he meant every word. Sighing softly, I climbed into the car, carefully.  I felt the flicker of hope disappearing, and an air of surrender overtook me.  This could not be it, surely there must be a way out of this, but I could sense the darkness in this male. He did not have a care for a single soul and from what he has said and what I know from the talk from the past about him, he loathes the brotherhood.  I lowered my head to my hands, feeling defeated and praying to the SV that I will not be the cause of the brotherhood’s injury*  

Lash: [Closing the door, I pulled the cell from my pocket and turned it over. No doubt it was chipped, as well as the Hummer. Ripping the back off I was about to pull the GPS chip when I looked back at the black Humvee. The Brother’s didn’t take unnecessary chances. And with a pregnant female on her own? I was surprised even more that Qhuinn let her out of his sight. What a good surprise for me. Cranking the cover back on the phone, I hit the remote locks on the Mercedes with my mind and walked to the SUV. Leaving the phone here would only alert the Brotherhood to the location of the car. Cocking my arm back, I threw the phone as far as I could into the bushes. Then just for the fuck of it, I shoved the damn thing over on it’s side and onto its top using a little trick similar to throwing locks on a door. Focusing on the tires and their bright chrome rims, energy flowed between both hands as they squeezed the air like a balloon. Each tire burst with loud pops, leaving gaping holes looking like popped zits.] Damn I love these little tricks of Dad’s. [Striding back to the Mercedes, my eyes locked on the Chosen inside the back seat, I couldn’t help but think who’s ass got fucked hard enough to give me this opportunity. The thought passed just as quickly.] Have fun pulling the dents out, motherfucker. Hope you got AAA. [Yanking the door open and climbing in, I looked back at Layla with a dark, dark smirk.] Are you ready to see your new home, baby?  

Layla:   *my green eyes follow the male’s every move, and as soon as he walks away to Qhuinn’s car, I start pulling on the ropes around my wrists.  A few good tugs and more squirming and I’m back to where I started.  The rope is tied well, and I can’t find my way out of it.  I watch as the tall, blonde male flips the car over on it’s roof without touching it, and a chill runs down my spine.  This male is evil and he is powerful.  I had no idea how long I would be able to keep my young alive around him.  I would try to appeal to his softer side, but from what I’ve seen it doesn’t exist.  I straightened myself in the back seat as he climbed back in and searched my memory for his name.  It was on the tip of my tongue… L… La…. closing my eyes I tried harder. Lash, that’s it, I was sure.  Upon opening my eyes, he was back in the car and his dark smirk gave me the chills as he looked at me and spoke. I replied softly*  Lash, could you please untie the ropes.  They are hurting me, and I am not in any condition to run or demat away from you.  

Lash: Ah, so you do know me. [Surprisingly unsurprising that the female knew my name. Good. She’ll be screaming it later. Flicking a quick glance to her still-tied hands, the haunting memory of the last Chosen getting away danced before my eyes.] That would be a negatory sweetheart. As much as fighting females cranks my cock hard and tight.. [Eyes the Chosen from head to breast to rounded belly to breast with a leering grin.]  You are much too valuable right now and too fragile to damage. [Just for effect, my eyes smoulder in shades of grey-black smoky swirls.] However, I’m not above killing females to prove a point. [Starting the Merc and putting it in drive, I took the shortest route to the recently acquired persuasion center. Just to keep the Brother’s hopping, I’d pulled all the stops and bought up several properties, having my troops convert each one to different specifications so that no two were alike.] As long as you cooperate… [Letting the offer fade off, I was too busy planning out the details of care my new guest would require.]  

Layla:  *sighing softly, I sat back and stared out the window.  I watched everything go by and took notice of every marking that could help find this place.  If there was a way to get out, I will find it.  For the first time, I cursed the condition I was in.  It only made me vulnerable and completely helpless.  I had two options… Fight back and possibly lose my baby, or cooperate and pray to the SV he doesn’t hurt or kill me or my young.  The first option seemed tempting but the chances were too great that I would lose the young, so option two it is.  Keep quiet and don’t electrify the situation.  There was one problem with that.  Keeping quiet while being treated like vermon wasn’t on my ‘able to do’ list, but if I wanted to survive this, I needed to learn to bite my tongue*    

Lash:  [Keeping an eye on the female in the backseat, I dug my phone out and sent a text to Mr. D to bring the male civilian to the persuasion center. Alive. Casting a look at the fading road behind us, I couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. Qhuinn’s precious car, if I knew him well enough, would be enough to send that freak-eyed motherfucker into a panic that his precious Chosen was hurt or, even better.. Dead. Not what I had planned for the blonde set of legs riding coach. No. The more I thought about it, the harder it was to wait. The Omega had some way of riding the waves of time and fuck the things I’d give up to learn that trick. The mayhem I could reign down on the Brotherhood. I could wipe the bastards out with a single edit in time.] If you play your cards right, Layla, I just might keep you around a long, long while. [Hitting the last turn and cussing a shit storm of filth at the way the road had been pitted and potholed like swiss cheese, it was a long slow bounce of a ride to the end of the driveway. The Mercedes was going to need an alignment along with new rubber if I had to make too many more trips like this.] Like your new home, princess? [Throwing the car in park and getting out, I smoothed my clothes, popped the back door open and grabbed the bound hands of the petite blonde bombshell and pulled her out.] I’ll bet Mr. D has your dinner ready for you. Nasty little fucker, but hell of a damn cook.  

Layla:   *I turned to look out the back tinted window, watching as the car disappeared behind us.  I felt ill.  Qhuinn would think something happened to me and his young. He would be distraught and all I could think of is that he would be vulnerable out there when he was fighting lessers.  Turning back, I closed my eyes, trying to force the images out of my head.  The stress wasn’t good for the young, and the least I could do now was to keep our young safe.  The road got very bumpy and I felt the young pressing against my bladder, each bump causing more pressure. I squeezed my legs shut, trying to keep my bladder from leaking.  Once we arrived at the place, I looked around and tried to memorise the outside, making mental notes of all the markings.  My green eyes shifted as I tried to avoid eye contact with the blonde male.  The thought of food got my attention.  I was famished and in desperate need of something to eat.*  

Lash:  [Opening the door without touching it, the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee assaulted the air. Pushing the Chosen ahead of me, we were greeted by Mr. D’s pale eyes and southern drawl.] “Suh, coffee’s done jes like you like an’ I made the extra food you wanted.” [He slid the mess of food from the rickety stove top to the makeshift counter comprised of 2x6s and cinder blocks.] Let’s get cozy, Layla. [Kicking a metal chair over, I pulled the female down into my lap, my cock rising against the back of my zipper making me growl with a different hunger.] Fuck..  

Layla:  *the interior of the place looked very basic, and the small pale male making the food was oddly friendly.  I looked around uncomfortably, my stomach already growling from hunger. The young must be starving.  Watching as the little man brings over the food, a smile almost forming on my lips but I feel an arm around my waist and the next thing I’m sitting on the blonde male’s lap.  Schock kicked in first and it left me speechless for a few seconds, until I felt his manhood pressing against my bottom. I had several ways of dealing with this.  Squirming will make it worse, fighting will give him the desired effect. I chose a different option*  Please unhand me, I am uncomfortable and my young needs nourishment.  I haven’t eaten since early this morning and it’s almost evening.  

Lash: [Looping an arm around Layla’s waist and through her bound hands to hold her in place, I pulled the plate over as Mr. D set two cups of coffee, already creamed and sugared nearby.] Not happening. [Part me wanted her to wiggle and shift all the fuck over so I could do something about it. The most miniscule part of me was glad she didn’t. Jeopardizing the young wasn’t something I could afford to do and I didn’t need to have both of them dead before they were of proper use to me.] So sit still and eat. [Mr. D didn’t have to be told, the fork was in my hand the second I reached for the plate again. Stabbing a bite of egg, I ferried it the female’s mouth with a low purring tone.] When you’re done, if you’re a good little Chosen, I’ll have a nice treat waiting for you.    

Layla:   *my instinct is warning me to go along with this, but every bone in my body wants to fight and get the hell away from here.  Looking around, I notice there is only one door and it’s locked up tight.  Sighing and shaking my head, I growl out of pure frustration.  The food doesn’t look bad, but it doesn’t look good either.  I decide to take Lash’s attention elsewhere and try it for good measure*  The food doesn’t look very appetizing.  I would really prefer you rather buy the food if this is the quality you present.  

Lash: [Growling lethally at the female’s comment, I set the fork down before I stabbed her with it. She did not just fucking refuse my hand feeding. Fine, two can play the game.] Mr. D, order the Chosen a meal. [Shoving the plate of food to the floor in a blink, I stood up taking Layla with me, holding tightly to her arm.] Tomorrow. [Moving back a step, I drug the ungrateful female to a large steel cage-lined box.] You can sleep on your decision to accept what I give you with gratitude or you and the young can die. [Toeing the door open and pushing Layla inside, albeit with more care than I felt I should have and slammed the door closed, locking it securely from the far side with steel locks. Yeah, I’d learned a little from the last time. All steel.] 

  #LightMeetsDark