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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 18, 2006 14:19:05 GMT -5
Turning towards Thane's direction she smiled sweetly.
"Would you like to take a turn on his back? May as well have something to do with it physically"
That smile was corrupt, something wrong with the glint in her eyes as she turned to watch the swinging body for a moment. Taking a step forward, the palm of her hand pressing to his back, staunching the blood flow for a moment. Letting the warmth slide against his body, causing him pain once again.
"Oh Lance....lance.....the Empire will be the only one to ever save you"
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Post by lance on Sept 18, 2006 14:24:35 GMT -5
He tried to wriggle away from her, but, obviously, was not very successful. It felt like she was touching a brand to his lacerrated flesh...
But the pain was dulled. His mind was preoccupied. Her words to Thane... "... might as well have something to do with it [iphysically[/i]"... implied that Thane had something to do with it in the first place.
Slate-blue eyes, rimmed red, bloodshot, focused on Thane. What had he done? Rage coiled like a serpent in his belly.
They would both pay. Eventually.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 18, 2006 14:39:12 GMT -5
Fingertips crawled up his back, palm tapping against the bruised and battered flesh. Motioning to the two burly men she had them take him down and place him face down on the table. Tilting her head to one side she could only smile, having spent so much time with them. A glance upwards to Thomas, knowing that she'd spent enough time with them.
"I bet he's feeling guilty for causing this. Poor Thane....."
Turning to Lance she whispered to him
"Its his fault your drugged. He gave me the elixir that made you useless. So readily he just handed it to me, me....can you imagine anyone giving me something like that so readily? I think if he knew it was for you he'd give it to me anyway"
A curious grin upon her lips.
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Post by lance on Sept 18, 2006 15:01:12 GMT -5
... and back to the table. He didn't even attempt to struggle against the men. He gasped as the cold surface came in contact with his cold chest... and then shuddered, feeling Gracia's breath upon his ear.
So, Thane had supplied the drug... though she admitted herself he hadn't known her intention. Whether or not Thane was culpable for his torment was beyond him at present... but, understandly, he and the tailed-creature would have a lengthy discussion as soon as Lance could arrange it.
Face down on the table. What was next? He took the brief respite to compose himself, though he knew it would not last long.
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 18, 2006 17:18:33 GMT -5
:: He gritting his teeth, and seemed to cringe for lance' own sake as she began to whip him, he too knew the sting of a whip on his back..it was not a pleasent experience for him at all, hell, who could it be pleasurable for? Only the tortured..he dared not close his eyes as she did this to lance however..as he wasn't not going to show signs of weakness to her, infact he growled at her again as she spoke her word regarding lance' current situation...::
::The two would indeed have much to discuss after this no doubt, he gave another growl and then finally spoke again...or he was going to...but no...he stopped...there was some reason he had stopped...something deep down inside of him sickening as it had sounded to his mind was actually...enjoying this...::
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 19, 2006 14:15:58 GMT -5
The sudden halt of words, head tilted up a sniff of the air, attention turned to Thomas. Taking his words as him giving him, she leaned down her breath warm against Lance's ear, uncomfortably so.
"I think he wants you to keep getting tortured. He hasn't said anything about stopping when I began to whip you. Strange huh....that he'd provide the drug...he'd find us....and he'd bluster about..but suddenly stop?"
Oh yes, feeding the information to Lance was quite entertaining now, as those ashen eyes slid towards Thane. A calculated look deep within them.
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 19, 2006 14:54:32 GMT -5
:: A Slight Growl was given towards Gracias direction, as he tried to gather his lucidity again, and get these ridiculous thoughts out of his head::
"Alright Gracia lass, Thats enough..." ::He practically had to choke it out, and struggled some more:: "And tell ye goons to let me go!! Ye are nae going to teach lance much this way other than to hate ye..."
::And then that strange feeling came back to him once more, his blood seemed to rush faster through his body as he watched more of the blood run down lance' now cold skin....he growled in frusration and tried to force back his ideas once again..finding it more and more difficult in his current situation..::
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Post by lance on Sept 19, 2006 16:06:29 GMT -5
He was paranoid enough before this incident, and it was with undilluted rage that his eyes focused on Thane. His vision was spotty and blurred, to be sure, but as he looked at Thane he could tell... there was a piece of him getting off on this.
His teeth were grinding together, and it felt as if the muscles of his jaw might burst from the strain.
They were both very lucky that he was shackled, suspended, and too weak to stand. A cough racked his form as his gaze bored down on Thane... and then he looked to Gracia.
His throat was too dry, too raw to speak. Only faintly audible but incomprehensible sounds emerged. But if she read his blood-spattered lips, the message would be clear.
Finish this.
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Gant
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Post by Gant on Sept 20, 2006 18:14:06 GMT -5
The door burst asunder as Gant entered the pits of despair. Splinters of the door impaled those within. Their cries, if any, were not heard by his ears.
[glow=red,2,300]"Gant here!! Who cries?"[/glow]
His single eye gazes over the denizens within. He spies Lance incapacitated with Gracia, The Terrible and the Kittie.
[glow=red,2,300]"Shame, shame"[/glow] He shakes his head. [glow=red,2,300]"Time to bash some heads"[/glow]
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 20, 2006 23:27:05 GMT -5
All the people talking, the door opening. She pursed her lips and grabbed a flask dropping some liquor into Lance's mouth. Using Lance as a shield she moved around avoiding the giant, her lithe form moving side to side as she waited for him to strike first. Her mouth formed a thin line as she motioned towards Thane just then.
"Those two buffoon's holding Thane there should be first"
Although her shoulders tensed and her fingers gripped the table that Lance lay on, the two oaf's glanced upwards and wide paranoid eyes set upon the giant. Slobbering, stuttering and taking a step back from the now tied down Thane.
Gracia knew it was time to go, her only goal here was to teach Lance a lesson and maybe scar Thomas in her own special way.
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Post by lance on Sept 20, 2006 23:42:20 GMT -5
The crashing got his attention. He looked over, spotting Gant. A faint smile touched pale lips as Gracia fled behind him and offered up her goons to the cyclops' temper.
He sensed impending freedom soon. Which meant impending vengeance.
Coughing, he watched, and waited... grateful for the reprieve in his torture.
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Post by Gant on Sept 21, 2006 17:20:03 GMT -5
Not knowing just who was doing what to who, Gant swung his club taking out the two goons. Gracia was no where to be found, so he assumed she was also a prisoner that had escaped.
He picked up the kittie and placed him over his shoulder. Then he bashed the restraints that held Lance. Nimble fingers was not his forte as he fiddled with the remaining bindings that held Lance.
[glow=red,2,300]"Gant fix and heal yous both"[/glow]
He picked Lance up and tossed him over his other shoulder and kicked the goons toward the shattered door as he took his friends away.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 21, 2006 18:41:20 GMT -5
Yeah, she had escaped and had esconed herself in her office. A gritting of teeth as she muttered to herself.
"I need to get him back. How am I going to get him back?"
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Post by lance on Sept 22, 2006 16:23:35 GMT -5
Lance coughed as Gant man-handled him onto his shoulder, his eyes drooping closed. The blood streaken teen let his eyes drift closed, and let darkness embrace him. Asleep, rocked gently by the cyclops gait, and free...
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 23, 2006 9:55:48 GMT -5
Solitude, it surrounded her like a cloak, her thoughts seemed to fill the air around her, foot tap tapping against the floor. The chant deep in her mind, how to get Lance and Thane back without interruptions, how to...
Suddenly a splintering of wood. A scream, but from whom?
And then, no more tap tapping against the floor. The only clue that someone had been there was the cracked door, the bloody handprints on either side of it.....and silence..
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