Everybody has a price

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theladyandslavers:

“Whatever a buyer does to their slave is not my problemm, if they kill you they kill you” Milivia simply shrugged, pulling out a neat pack of cigarettes and sticking the old cancer stick between thin lips, trying to find her lighter with a frown. He eyes followed the cigarette to her lips. Rafe licked his lips and smiled up at her. “Oh well. Betcha I’d make a good rug, then.” He laid fully on his back now, staring at the ceiling and pushing his hair from his face. “S’whats your problem with me anyways?”

[theladyandslavers]

The comment about him being a rug made her laugh a little, a stupid drunk laugh at the most before she sat up and swayed her hand lazily, obviously more relaxed. "You're stupid, that's all. You may have so called attractive features, but you're dumb and utterly rude" She smirked as she finally found her lighter, placing it against the cancer stick and lighting it with a puff.

[theladyandslavers]

“I don’t keep pets, I sell them….though you would be the perfect foot rest" She smirked, leaning back into the chair as she took another swig, the drink calming her down and at least making her more amused "You would be useful until sold”

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

He laughed through his nose and stretched lazily out on the ground before her. “Maybe, but anyone who buys me ain’t gonna want to keep me. You’re gonna have to tie me up you want me to play good and behave. I ain’t got no reason to be “useful” if you are plannin to sell me. Where would fun be in that?”

[theladyandslavers]

"Whatever a buyer does to their slave is not my problemm, if they kill you they kill you" Milivia simply shrugged, pulling out a neat pack of cigarettes and sticking the old cancer stick between thin lips, trying to find her lighter with a frown.

[theladyandslavers]

Watch my cuffs

[theladyandslavers]

Bad choice. Her hair was short which would force the man to get very close if he wanted to reach it, allowing Milivia to reach out her own hand and grab his, forcing the blade against his throat and pulling back his head “Don’t you touch me, stupid bitch" The woman hissed. She didn’t like being in such close range to the creep.

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

Fingers barely even brushed against her locks as the woman’s fingers grasped his own, her blade kissing his neck. A rough laugh dragged itself from his throat and he swiped at her belly with his own knife hoping to catch her belly.

[theladyandslavers]

The tip of cold steel sliced through her clothing, scratching her stomach as she bounced back, her blade drooping from the man's neck and hand releasing his hair. Milivia stepped back and held her stomach, a drip of blood rolled down her stomach and stained the band of her pants, but it was nothing to be worried about "You will regret that, dog"

[poppins-me]

Bam…

[theladyandslavers]

Watch my cuffs

[theladyandslavers]

The woman moved out of the way from the swipe, the awkward angle causing her to stumble slightly and kick out at the man’s face, she was to stubborn to lose such a fight.

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

She hit him and he cursed, white blooming slightly in his field of vision. Quickly though he shook it off, reaching out to grab the woman by the hair. “Stupid bitch.” He growled softly.

[theladyandslavers]

Bad choice. Her hair was short which would force the man to get very close if he wanted to reach it, allowing Milivia to reach out her own hand and grab his, forcing the blade against his throat and pulling back his head "Don't you touch me, stupid bitch" The woman hissed. She didn't like being in such close range to the creep.

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

"You gonna keep me for yourself?" The blonde licked his teeth, watching as she brought the alcohol to her lips. "I’d make a great lap dog." His tone was light, almost teasing though something else creeped into his voice as he spoke.

[theladyandslavers]

"I don't keep pets, I sell them....though you would be the perfect foot rest" She smirked, leaning back into the chair as she took another swig, the drink calming her down and at least making her more amused "You would be useful until sold"

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

"You don’t know me. You ain’t got no clue, lady, what I enjoy. ‘Sides. If you really didn’t want me here you’d’ve gotten rid of me already."

[theladyandslavers]

"Who say's I wont enslave you when we reach my camp?" She raised a brow at him, grabbing the wine bottle to chug it down. "No, I do not know what you enjoy and I rather not know" She huffed, looking away from the man.

[theladyandslavers]

Watch my cuffs

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

A snarl tore from his throat and he crouched low, lips curling as he lunged at her. He swiped at her with his own knife (if he didn’t cut her, perhaps he could pin her down. After all she was smaller than him, this would be easy)

[theladyandslavers]

The woman moved out of the way from the swipe, the awkward angle causing her to stumble slightly and kick out at the man's face, she was to stubborn to lose such a fight.

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

Another laugh. “You speak as if I should be afraid of you, but you forget ma’am that I am no dog that shys away when a hand is raised to me in anger.” Rafe licked his lips and smiled wide. “No, don’t worry. I ain’t gonna pester you that badly. I wanna enjoy your company not just see how red in the face I can get you.”

[theladyandslavers]

"You should be very afraid of me" The woman said, placing the wine down and stretching in her chair "I do not....company others well, so I don't think you will enjoy it much" Milivia closed her eyes, the alcohol going through her system.

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

A rough chuckle slid from his throat and he licked his lips.

"Because I can." The man shrugged. "And you don’t like it so its funny as hell seein your face all screwed up when your mad." Rafe leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "M’names Rafe. Not that it matters."

[theladyandslavers]

"No, your name will not matter, none shall carve it on a stick for your grave if your intentions are just to make me mad. I will show you what real anger will be" She hissed, bringing the wine to her lips. "You shouldn't test me, boy"

[theladyandslavers]

theladyandslavers:

Milivia swirled the wine in the cracked glass, holding her hand to her head "Why do you talk to me in such a way?"

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toneverbeking:

"Talk to you in which way?" Rafe grinned wide, feet tucked under him as he sat on the ground.

"You know exactly what way, those insuferable names and words. I do not understand why....what is your name, you never told me" She frowned, bringing the drink to her lips, they sat inside an old ruined building, still far from her camp.  

[theladyandslavers]

Watch my cuffs

[toneverbeking-deactivated201501]

Rafe stared at her, surprised by her words, as he scrambled for his knife. He brandished it at her, tonguing his teeth.

"Now, now missus."the wolf slurred.  "I cant gaurantee your well being ma’am. Ain’t gonna go easy either, though I’m sure you wouldn’t have it no other way." The blonde skirted the other.

[theladyandslavers]

Milivia simply watched him, not saying a word as she twisted the blade in her hand and moved her feet slightly to circle him, waiting for an opening.

Without a sound she ran towards him, blade low and ready to slice at his legs.

[amatchmade]

"I do not mind. It is open property, and having company can be better then the alternative while in this state. Especially company that seems as experienced as yourself." He let his eyes close, knowing the woman would have already killed him had that been her intention upon no usable information being given. He could let his guard down, a little bit.

"… I will not bring it up again. Although, I am not one to judge someone on their profession, if that is the issue." The mark of Caesar around his neck, the scar on his chest, spoke that statement in volumes on it’s own. At this point judging someone for as much would be hypocritical. 

[theladyandslavers]

"Good to hear" The woman looked away for a short while, taking another sip of water before looking towards the young man. He was obviously ill from his sweaty and pale exterior. It made the slaver wonder how he was still alive "Why did you try to barter to save your life with plants? Surely you must know even the most cowardly of bandits would have beaten or slit your throat once they knew you had nothing or worth"

[amatchmade]

"No. Not that I’ve been well enough to be wholly aware of who has been running by." Andre sat, gratefully, able to try and collect his scattered thoughts and evaluate the situation properly. The woman was strong, hardened, a leader of sorts by the tone of her voice.

A man in rags…

"That would imply… a prisoner, a defected soldier- at a stretch… or a slave. Or is there something I am forgetting?"

[theladyandslavers]

"You do not need to know what or who the man is, simply I wanted to know if you had seen such a person and you have not. No need to further the subject" She placed the lighter away and brought out her flask, drinking it slowly.

"Do you mind if I share this building with you, I have no interest in walking the desert at night" If she was lucky, the slave would have been smart enough to stop somewhere, if not, he might have already been taken by the mojave which she would be very unhappy about.

[amatchmade]

The nap did little to ease Andre’s fever, the foot stepping on him hardly registered until he heard the woman speak.

He groaned. That was his fault for taking a break in the middle of the wasteland. Heavily he got up, stumbling a bit from lightheadedness but complying at once, hands held up with fingers spread.

"I don’t… have any caps, or chems. Just plants." He managed, wanting to push the loose hair out of his face, some of it sticking to the sweat on his brow.

[theladyandslavers]

"I don't want any of those...." The woman took out a lighter, with a flick the small blaze lit up the room, allowing Milivia to have a look at the stranger she stepped on.

It wasn't her runaway slave, but a young, sick looking man.

"Sit down" She spoke to him like she would to a soldier, taking a seat herself "Have you seen a man in rags run by here?"

[amatchmade]

The sun was hot and the moon was dark, neither providing much in the way of assistance during the frail man’s journey through the wastes. A bag of greenery, shrubbery overflowing from his pack, only half for medicine. The rest was for experimentation.

Still, he was tired and feverish, deciding to take a break at the first open building he was able to find. After carefully pushing the bones of some poor pre-war fool off a dirty mattress he covered it with a relatively clean sheet, using his over sized jacket as a blanket and opting to only close his eyes for a few moments….

[theladyandslavers]

This building seemed suitable for now, or so Milivia thought as she stepped inside and looked around. Being alone for now, the slaver had been chasing down a runaway, it being best if she did it on her own.

The woman walked around in search of somewhere to sleep, she was not particular looking where she was stepping once she felt something soft and squishy under her foot.

Unlike most, she would not apologies, instead the woman pulled out her blade and spoke "Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them"

[theladyandslavers]

You guys be talking about my slavers