#solfkimbleed

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"Now now, is there a reason for such modesty? You are /beautiful/, you know." He grins, entering the bathroom and opening the door to the shower. This time, instead of re-cuffing her hands together, he tears her free arm away from her breast, twisting it behind her back as he held on to the other cuffed. He forces her forward, into the bedroom. He doesn't even bother to towel her off before he's slamming her on to the bed and struggling to fasten her restraints to all four limbs. "Hold

-still now, my dear. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, would we?“

She wanted to roll her eyes at his words- any compliments he gave felt false and even if they were true he wasn't someone she wanted to impress with her looks. She was about to retort when he grabbed her arm, a move she had expected, and then twisted it behind her back which was not something she'd entirely anticipated. "Hey! What are you doing?!" she yelled, struggling against his hold as he forced her into his bedroom and then slammed her onto the bed. It reminded her too much of when he would take her to that God forsaken room in the prison, strapping her down and doing unspeakable things. "Let me go!" she yelled as she tried flailing her limbs and fighting him off, her heart racing in her chest. All she could think was that he was going to torture her again- she didn't even notice the differnet things laid out on a table nearby.

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As she is busy showering, he's busy making /other/ arrangements. He had gone through the drawers, pulling out his chains and cuffs which he's already attached to to each end of the bed. On his nightstand he lays various tools, ranging from sexual to morbid. He wasn't sure where his mood would take him tonight, but he was prepared for either. Before he goes to retrieve her from the shower he locks his bedroom door, ensuring she could not escape. "Coming, /my dear/".

God she hated how he called her that. Such a term would normally be one of endearment, meant for those with a close relationship but they had the exact opposite. They hated one another, so why did he insist on calling her "dear"? It made no sense and was just plain creepy. Standing there waiting she shivered a bit, wishing she could just turn the water back on and bask in the warmth of it. She shifted somewhat as she made certain her free arm covered her breasts as best it could, though she had no doubt he was likely to order her to move it or even pull her arm away from her body forcibly.

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"Don't test me, Aminah." His tone turns dark for a moment, eyes flashing with anger before recomposing himself. "I'm aware of your situation, and I have a solution, my dear, follow me." He hisses, though instead of trusting that shes following, he grabs the upper part of her arm and drags her with him down the hall. His grip is tight as he shoves her into the bedroom, impatience getting to him. Once in the bathroom, he shuts the door. "In the shower." He orders,

With his arm still pulling at her arm, he undoes one cuff, and replaces it on the metal bar in the shower. From his pocket he draws a knife, beginning to cut away at her tattered clothes and letting them fall to the floor. “Don’t be modest, it’s not as if I haven’t seen you before.” He grins, picking up the clothes from the floor and closing the curtain. “You have 20 minuets. Everything you need is in there. Call me when you’re finished.”

That brief glimpse of anger in his gaze is enough to cause all words to leave her- she knows that anger too well, knows what comes with it. Even as he drags her along, his grip tight and almost painful, she follows without question. His "solution" was sure to be something horrible but she didn't want to think about it- all she wanted was to get clean. As she was basically shoved into the shower, her hands finally freed she breathed a silent sigh of relief, watching as he cuffed one of her hands to a metal bar- she should have known he wouldn't leave her completely unrestrained. Despite his words she instinctively tried to hide herself from his sight, her one free arm coming to cover her breasts as the dirt ridden clothes were cut away from her body. Only when the curtain was closed did she relax the smallest bit, turning on the water as warm as she could stand and dousing herself in it. Feeling it run through her matted hair and over her skin, feeling the dirt and grime and even blood wash away was the most refreshing thing she'd felt in a long time. She spent the entire alotted time relishing the feeling of the water and soap on her body, a part of her knowing that this could very well be the last time she was able to feel completely clean for a very, very long time. At the end of the twenty minutes she turned the water off and worked to squeeze the water from her hair as best she could with her one free hand before once more covering her breasts with her arm. "Alright, I'm done," she called, hating that she had to announce such a thing to him.

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"I only had your interest in mind. I thought perhaps you'd like to take a shower. A /real/ shower, in addition to a fresh change of clothes. I can only /imagine/ the cleanliness of the prison bathrooms." He smirks up, sarcasm lacing his voice as he alludes to the fact that, for several years, he HAD been subjected to the same mistreatment that he was putting her through now. Except of course, without the torment. "You can use my bathroom, if you'd like. Come."

"After everything you've done to me I'm supposed to believe that you suddenly have my interests in mind?" She scoffed. "You're the one that put me in that hellhole in the first place." Still she was here now and there was no way she could get out, not with her hands restrained as they weere. She followed after him, glancing somewhat curiously at the rooms they passed. "Am I supposed to try and shower with my hands cuffed behind my back too? Because that might be a bit difficult- I'm good, but I'm not that good."

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"Ah," He stands just behind her, placing his hand on her lower waist, leaning in to her ear. "And just what exactly /did/ you expect, if I may ask?"

She hated having him in such close proximity to her, hated the touch of his hand and his voice so near her ear. "Something more sinister, let's put it that way." After the things he'd done to her how could she expect anything else? Part of her was certain that he had a torture chamber of some sort hidden away within the house, in a basement or something. She prayed she was at least wrong about that much. "Why bring me here to your home? What's the point?"

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"Indeed, under regular circumstances I would. If you're hungry, I could offer you something. Though, I live a vegetarian lifestyle so I'm afraid my options are limited." The door falls shut behind him, locking and turning the light to the hallway on. "Do you like it? My home, I mean?"

That was bizarre- she had expected some sort of retaliation from him for her quip, some harsh word. Did he think that by pretending to be civil she would drop her guard? She wasn't that stupid- it was all an act, she knew it. The sound of the lock clicking into place is ominous- from one cage to another it seemed. "It's... not what I imagined," she admitted. She'd always pictured his home as some place dark and dreary, but this was frighteningly normal. "It seems comfortable," she decided.

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"You may get out now." He turns his smile toward her, taking pleasure in the confusion on her face. /she had no idea what's to come/. Or perhaps she did. He exits the car and stands behind her, prompting her forward. When they get to the front door he pulls out a set of keys, unlocking the front door and holding it open for her. "Home sweet home." -solfkimbleed

The smile he flashed her way only unnerved her further as she looked once more to the house they sat in front of, ominous and foreboding despite its seemingly normal appearance. Exiting the car she was pushed gently towards the front door of the home and as she saw a set of keys come into view it hit her that this was his home. It didn't make sense that he would bring her here of all places- surely it was more risky to do so? But then again it also gave him the advantage, because now she was completely in his world. "And here I pictured you as the kind of guy to at least buy a girl dinner first before taking her home." Snark was the only thing hiding the fear that was gripping her very core- just what did he have planned here?

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He frowns, placing his hand back on the wheel. He'd have to be patient. There would be time for /lust/ later. "That's a shame. That would probably be the only way I'd allow for your release. Too bad." Even if she did give him the information he wanted, he'd likely NOT have her released despite saying so. Keeping her around had begun to be more out of habit than genuine interest in her. Still, it was fun having a PET. "We're almost here." A few minuets later leads him down a street and in to a

into a driveway.

She knew he was lying- there was no way he would let her go, not after everything she'd seen and heard. Even if she was an Ishvalan and that made her credibility shaky in the eyes of most, if she were to find even one person that would believe her it would likely cause trouble for him and anyone else that he happened to be working with. As they pulled into the driveway confusion spread across her face- was this a house? "Where are we?"