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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 17:14:36 GMT -5
She sighed with exasperation as he eluded her question for the third time Still he acted like a predator of sorts, stalking his prey. Though she wondered why he was toying with her so much….she had been within his reach and even within his grasp and yet he had not even hit her….just thrown about some perverse comments. “It is.” She answered tersely, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Day had finally broken and the sun was brilliant now…to think that he would try to take advantage of her right out her in the daylight, in the sparse woods seemed farfetched….but not impossible. Biting her bottom lip she took a hesitant step towards him….then another…then another until she was but inches away from his chest. It was a test of his character, but a dangerous one for Mia.
She peered up at him with icy blue eyes, letting her arms fall to her sides at long last. No longer trying to shield herself from him. She had played her hand and now all she could do was see what he held. Hesitantly she lifted her hand, her tiny fingers trembling as she moved towards his face. Two of her fingers slid down the side of his handsome face, stopping when her palm cupped his cheek. It wasn’t a sexual advance….from any other woman it may have seemed like one, but from Mia it seemed somehow innocent.
“Everyone has good and bad….”
She said softly, not sure if she was trying to reassure herself or tell the black knight.
“You had a chance before….to hurt me…but you didn’t….”
She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t spin this around…..hoping she wasn’t a moth that just fell into the spiders web.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Mar 9, 2011 12:01:09 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Women were such interesting creatures. The more he tried to get the better of them, the more resilient they were. Interesting indeed. He had not expected her to move towards him, so he sure as hell did not expect her to slowly touch his face. He did not fail to recognize the way she did it either. It was done with less suggestion and more, innocence. Was that the word? He was unsure. Her words did not settle well with him either. She was trying to find good in him, trying to justify it by saying he had not yet hurt her. Vaughn did not like the sound of that. He did not like people telling him that there was hope for him to be good. Sometimes it worked to his advantage to have such naive people, but right now, it did not prove to be beneficial to him so therefore; he was annoyed by it.
He did not show this, tucking away any sort of emotion, other than a sinister smirk on his face. Now that she was closer, he began to lean in as if he was about to kiss her, but instead, paused when their lips were only inches apart. "Now what would it take to convince you how untrue your words are," he asked in a deep, slightly amused tone of voice. He meant this question in terms of the fact that he could have hurt her only then; or even that there was both good and bad in everyone. Really, he wanted to see just how far her innocence would take her.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 25, 2011 20:31:24 GMT -5
A tingle shot up her spine as he moved closer…so close in fact that she could feel his warm breath dancing across her lips. She wondered what it would be like…to just lean in and feel the touch of his lips against her own. Would it be a shock like her mother said it was when he first kissed her father? Or would it be nothing more magical than kissing your own palm. Nervously she looked down at her bare feet, anything to avert her eyes from his heated gaze.
“I…I don’t know…”
His question was unexpected and she sucked on her bottom lip to keep nervous conversation from spilling forth. Letting her hands fall back to her sides she curled her thin fingers into fists, tighter and tighter until the pain brought her out of the haze she had unwillingly succumbed to. Feeling her nails bite into the palms of her hands she finally raised her icy eyes back to meet his dark holes.
“But…..I don’t think you would do it….if I could think of something……”
It almost sounded like a question as it rolled off her lips. She could feel her bare shoulders tremble as she tried to hold up this façade of being brave….God help her if she was wrong about this fellow. For she was only a breath away, within a second she could be within his grasp…..As the dark thought fluttered through her mind she felt heat rising to her cheeks, unable to rein in her curious mind.
“….would you?”
She tried to sound sure of herself but her soft voice was shaky. She wasn’t one of those people that were sure of themselves. She could dance in front of a crowd of people scantily clad….but if they actually wanted to speak with her she would clam up instantly….Her social experience with people outside her ‘people’ was very minute…..and she hoped she had not pushed her luck too far.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Mar 25, 2011 20:48:38 GMT -5
::vaughn:: She was just one of those people. Finding the good in everyone. A notion of an idealist, wishing for the best, even when faced with the worst. Had Vaughn had any sort of conscience, he would not have done half the things he had. He would not resort to murder, blackmail and exploitation, thievery, and so on. And set simply spouting off his list of crimes seemed insufficient. He wanted her to see for herself; to experience that he was not one who had kindness in his heart. But proving that, right now, would be difficult. Not because he has reservations, but because there was no one else around. No other means to use. Just her. And her, alluring self. That only seemed to draw him in more. Seeing the way she looked away from him, was easily recognized as an expression of how uncomfortable she felt. Good. That was at least a start then. So as she spoke her words, he kept his eyes intently locked on her. The notion of personal space escaped him. As did the rudeness in staring at someone.
"There is only one way to find out," he told her, in a rather pleased voice. He was almost anticipating for her to say something that he could do. Something that would disprove her. Yet the question had remained unresolved. "And that is dependent on what you say. And what I do." What he could do. How far he would go. Right now, judging from their position he could certainly imply a dark evil that only the most crude of men would ever do. After all, they were so close, and it would only take the slightest movement forward. Asserting his dominance in forceful means. While Vaughn was anything but a rapist, she did not know that. Perhaps he would see, after all, how far she believed he would go. So with that, he grabbed her wrist with his hand, to ensure she stayed in place; to have that hold over her. And finally closed the distance, his lips now firmly pressed against hers. Her reaction could entail a number of things: a slap on the face, a kick in the groin. Either way, he was prepared to see the extent of what she would do in return to this, intimate action.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 25, 2011 21:04:12 GMT -5
He answered her questions with questions, wrinkling her brow Mia was thinking of a smart retort when the powerful grip of his hand settled around her thin wrist. Her breath caught in her throat with an audible gasp, but before she could struggle he moved even closer…so close in fact that she was touching him with some parts of her body that she preferred not to. She arched her back like a cat as she tried to push him away with her free hand….and then it happened. The early morning light was blotted out by dark curls, his lips connection with hers not gently as she had pictured her first kiss….but forcefully. It almost hurt as her lips bashed against her teeth…..But not enough to make her pull away.
Did he intend to rape her now? To prove to her that he really was evil? Her body trembled with fear as different scenarios racked her brain…..But she didn’t pull away…not even a little. She stopped pushing him away, her arms going limp in his grip…..Damn she was stupid….stupid stupid stupid….Letting herself get swept up in this fairytale she so wanted to believe in. People were deceitful….men were deceitful…..More than once she had met a girl no older than herself with a swollen stomach and tears in her eyes…..was this her future? Was she to be a shame to her father? Tears welled in her eyes, the taste of copper in her mouth. Finally she found the strength to wretch her face away from his own. Was she changed somehow because of this? Because she had succumbed to him? Did that make her a horrible person?
Her tongue ran over her bottom lip, feeling the slight swelling from his forceful kiss. His forceful yet pleasant kiss. Her cheeks burned red as if she feared he could read her thoughts. Her icy eyes locked with his own as she half heartedly tried to tug her hand free of his grasp.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Mar 26, 2011 13:20:56 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn was no gentleman. He had not intended this to be an embrace filled with emotions of affection and care for one another. Yet, her response to it had been surprising. He had not expected the kiss to last for long as it had. What he thought would be only a second, turned into several. Though it did not discourage him. He maintained his position. Finding it easier to do so for she did not pull away. Interesting indeed. The fact that her reaction to his kiss was unexpected, only meant that he was further intrigued by her. This was a rarity for Vaughn. And determined that he was not about to do this and just walk away. She had captured his attention. From the moment he saw her. But now, it was solely due to her physical appearance.
When she pulled away, he immediately opened his eyes. His lips were no longer to conformed to the shape that had granted access to hers. They curve into a smile, seeing the very subtle tears in her corners of her eyes. Furthermore, feeling her begin to pull her wrist away from his grasp. But Vaughn had no intention of letting her go. Not right now anyway. Her body language told him everything that he needed to know. True, he had thought his action would be rejected. But it had not. She was not striking him across the face with her free hand. Nor was she glaring at him. She was, blushing. Such modesty for a woman. Perhaps she was one who's virtue was still in tact. Which only motivated Vaughn to make this experience more uncomfortable for her.
He tightened his hold on her wrist, to indicate he would not release it just yet. "Now what if I were to demand that you remove your clothing." He was pushing it. And he was well aware of this. His sadistic smile and that sinister gleam in his eyes only added to the crudeness of his words. Or, demand rather. He would see just how far her innocence truly went.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 26, 2011 16:43:13 GMT -5
Her thoughts were still spiraling from the unexpected kiss when she felt him resist her escape. Her swollen lip turned downwards into a frown as his fingers bit deeper into her soft flesh. She had let herself believe this man was not horrid…..Hell he had even stolen her first kiss, and now this man she had thought to just be hard shelled was turning out to be cold throughout. Wide eyes quivered as she stared at him, wondering what his next move was going to be…..And she didn’t have long to wait. Her swollen lips parted, jaw dropped when he mentioned her removing her clothing….No…this was no longer a dream, she wasn’t saving this man from himself….This was a nightmare and she was nothing more than a plaything, no matter how much she wanted it to be otherwise. She took in a shaky breath feeling it catch in her throat before whistling down to her lungs…..She tried to take another breath, not once removing her fearful eyes from his handsome face….But this time it didn’t go as planned. Her throat seemed to constrict, air weeding its way to her desperate lungs with an audible wheeze.
While only moments before she had been concerned for her virtue she was now desperate to simply breath. Her wrist went limp in his powerful hand as she grasp at her throat with her free hand….what was this? Was she dieing? Had he done this to her with his kiss? Tears poured from her blue eyes as she inclined her head towards his chest, long curls dancing in the wind as her forehead rested against his breastplate. The world seemed to spin, the edges of her vision turning black. Desperately she clung to the dark knight, her thin fingers trying to dig into his arms to keep her steady…keep her vertical.
She tried to form the word HELP on her tongue but knew even if she did manage to speak that she was unlikely to receive any help from this man….He might even take advantage of her in her weakened state. Rose petal colored lips parted wide as she tried to gather as much oxygen as she could into her lungs which by now felt like they were on fire. Each whistling breath weakened her more until the scantily clad gypsy fell to her knees, tears spilling down her stained face, her single wrist still captured.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Mar 29, 2011 9:21:28 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn was not an impatient man. He could wait for as long as it took for her to abide his words. Though part of him had a feeling she would not. Unless, he had instilled enough fear in her to get her to do what he willed. It was all a game to him. Clearly not to her. But to him, the perverse pleasure of controlling any given situation was what fueled his words and actions. She did not seem to share his amusement in the matter. Her graceful features, while still soft, held a degree of fear in them. It was evident that she was not used to this kind of behavior. To these kinds of demands. And yet, her dress was so very unique. Alluring to any man who had not seen such a style before. Vaughn had traveled the world and this was one of the first women he had come across with such an attire. Unfortunately for her, it had been enough to force his presence on to her.
When she moved her head closer to him, Vaughn's smile only spread. Her discomfort brought him sheer pleasure. Especially on such suggestive commands as the one he had made. Would she comply? Would she resist? She began to slip to her knees, Vaughn's locked gaze on her showed the tears in her eyes. He wondered if he could break her. Only to prove that it was possible. He watched her carefully. It was as if she was a magnet, constantly pulling his sight to her; some unseen force making sure it stayed there. Vaughn did not consider himself a weak man; but she certainly had a way of distracting him with her undeniable beauty.
But he had to focus. Once she was on her knees, crying, Vaughn's smirk remained plastered on his lips. He reached to his side and pulled out a large dagger. He would have gone for the sword. But since they were so close in distance, he did not need such a long weapon. He slowly began to release his hold in her wrist, only to replace one threatening action with another. He held the sword against her throat, at a side angle. All it would take would be one strong swipe and her throat would be slit. Of course, he would not yet do that, if at all. He did not even cut her. It would be quite a shame to create any blemish on her soft, fair skin. While he kept the dagger there, he did not yet place too much pressure. So the cool metal would just be gently [if such a word could be used to describe this placement] rested against her throat. "Would you risk your life, to save your virtue?"
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 29, 2011 11:48:58 GMT -5
She was correct in thinking this crude man wouldn’t offer his assistance….even more shocking was the cool metal that tingled as it pressed against the vulnerable flesh of her throat. Her breathing was all but gasps now, with her wrists finally free she curled her long fingers around her pale throat…..Would he kill her now? His question was unexpected and startled Mia to a degree that she looked up at him with fear in her eyes. So her options were to either succumb to his amorous advances or have a knife slide through her neck? She sucked on her bottom lip as her mind spiraled…would she die to save something she had been told was so valuable? Was it more so than her life? She knew many women…well practically all the women she knew had not saved themselves for the men they eventually decided to stay with…But Mia was not any woman….to her this was something special….as had been her first kiss and that he had already tarnished. She swallowed hard, feeling her lungs open like the wings of a butterfly to allow her to breath…..or more accurately to answer him.
“I…..I….”
She stuttered, casting her gaze from the handsome face of the dark knight down to the earth she kneeled in…..Would she let him take advantage of her to live another day? To dance another knight? To hear the clapping of the crowd and feel the warm caress of the flames tongue that she imagined felt like the gentle caress of a lover.
“….no”
She whispered at last though the word tasted sour on her tongue. Hesitantly she cast her icy gaze up his muscled form, letting it rest at last on his face. Her naivety from before was like a slap in the face…..saying he must have good inside him…for she had evil. She had played with fire….and now she was about to get burned.
“….but would you take it?…..”
Her words were barely above a whisper and she wondered how he would comprehend her question…..Would he take it as her asking if he would take advantage of her? Or if he would kill her? Either way her question was still relevant….even if he did dodge this one like he had all her other questions. Speaking of which….
“…..you still haven’t told me your name….”
She said softly. “…if you are to kill me or take advantage of me you could at least give me that much….”
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Apr 7, 2011 22:11:07 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Her hesitancy to answer his question as well as her stuttering, told him just how uncomfortable this posed question was to her. Her innocence made it seem that no question had ever been asked. That did not surprise him. Though, surely he was not the first to make such suggestive comments to her. From the way she dressed, the way she looked. There had to have been advances made on her. Perhaps, he could very well be the first who had taken it to this extent. He awaited her answer that eventually came out as, No. No? Well well. Wasn't she defiant. Of course he would expect nothing less. It just sustained that amused smirk of a smile on his face. It was her next question that was interesting. It could be taken in so many ways. He paused before answering, only to determine in which direction he wished his response to take.
As she was still kneeling, he slightly hunched over so that his face was a bit more leveled with her. Though, he still kept some height, just to assert his dominance. To appear more intimidating. As if the blade at her neck was not bad enough. "I would take your virtue, with or without your consent." Not really without her consent. But he did so enjoy toying with her. He slightly titled the blade so that the flat part of his dagger was positioned under her chin, which he titled upwards. This way, he could ensure eye contact. Or at least raise her head a bit so that she was somewhat forced to look at him. "The question becomes, would you give as much as I can take." He continued to play with her, enjoying the unpredictability in her questions. Just as she was cautious of his own unpredictability. It was a rather entertaining dynamic. Maybe not for her. But most certainly for him.
When she brought back the question of his name, he emitted a deep chuckle. Clearly finding this oddly humorous. His name was no big secret. It was not grand revelation by any means. It was just fun for him to withhold such pieces of personal information. Only to see how others reacted to this lack of knowledge. "My name is whatever you wish it to be," he told her in a suggestive tone of voice. "Whichever name you would prefer calling out in protest." He was still speaking under the assumption that he was actually going to take advantage of her. That she could decide what name she wished to yell out in objection.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Apr 8, 2011 12:25:53 GMT -5
It seemed there was no way out of this. As the tip of the danger pressed against her throat she raised her head slightly to levitate the pressure…her icy eyes were met by his own dark pools. So there it was…the truth all laid out. He was not going to give her his name…but he planned on taking advantage of her. Mia was silent for several moments. A warm breeze ruffled her curly locks and dried the tear streaks on her pale face. She closed her eyes, just to escape his damn gaze. Swallowing she was able to feel the tip of his blade shift. Damn…..she was screwed. Mia tried to think of a way to escape….something she could say that would make this dark knight pause…..But nothing came. It seemed he was not only gifted with a black heart but a silver tongue and no matter what she said a calm rebuff always came sailing back to her.
Mia was by no means trained in the art of fighting of any kind…..but she was desperate. And desperation will fuel ones mind with surprising solutions. She pursed her lips together a moment as if fighting off another wave of tears before she acted. All at once the little gypsy threw herself backwards onto the ground, lifted her chin high as she did so to try and avoid the sharp blade. Seeing as how she was kneeling when she fell backwards her knees shot up precisely where her neck had been….where his tan hand was holding the blade. She hadn’t any intentions of knocking the blade from his strong grasp, but she could only hope her desperate move would do just that. She lay on her back for only a sliver of a second, her icy eyes chancing a look at his face before she rolled onto her stomach. Thin fingers clawed at the earth in her desperation, her bare feet trying to get traction. She fell once, twice, before finally she managed to scramble to her feet. She quickly turned to face her aggressor, arms held out at her sides as if she could defend herself.
Then she felt it….a tickle down the front of her neck. She didn’t react at first…assuming it to be a bug she had picked up…or god forbid a spider. But as the tickling feeling continued on down her neck until it ran over her collar bone she finally lifted a hand to quickly swipe it away….But what she found was no bug. Mia stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at her own blood on her palm with wide icy eyes. Frantically she searched for the wound, only to find a small little slit that she had undoubtedly caused when she rolled away from him…..She must have leaned forward a bit to prepare….so caught up was she that Mia didn’t even notice the sharp blade as it entered her tender flesh. It was not a bad wound….just once in such a spot that blood could easily flow. She pressed her palm hard against her neck, curling her fingers in her hair to keep her hand sealed against the wound. Icy eyes shifted to see the all but forgotten perpetrator.
“You underestimate me.”
She said boldly, lifting her chin a bit with pride until she felt the sting where she had stretched the small wound.
“….and I have overestimated you.”
It was a bold thing to say, but what was there left for her to do? No more pleading to his humanity….no more hoping that her father would come along. No…now it was time for Mia to take care of Mia.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Apr 20, 2011 21:30:35 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn had not been expecting her sudden reaction. He was pleasantly surprised. Pleasantly, because she was keeping things interesting. She was not willing to just submit. She was willing to fight. And with that, Vaughn could have some fun. When the blade was loosened from his grasp by her, he decided to fully let it fall to the ground. Her actions seemed drawn out, but eventually, she stood on her two feet. Arms out, Prepared to fight back. He chuckled, sinisterly amused by her display of defensive actions. "Feisty," he commented. "I like that." Yes. That was meant to come out as perverted as one would take it. With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he watched her carefully. She was right. He had indeed underestimated her. For as soon as he had seen her modest demeanor, he thought of her as a little vulnerable girl. But she proved him wrong. It was something that both frustrated him and pleasured him.
Along the lines of frustration, Vaughn did not quite enjoy being insulted. Overestimated. He should never be overestimated. But such agitation was better expressed in other ways. Expressing arrogance was a weakness for it made a person predictable. "Well, what are you waiting for," he said in a strangely expectant tone. A smirk still played on his lips and he locked his gaze on her. He was referring to the sword that was now on the ground between them. The one item that separated them. "Are you not going to pick it up." He did not draw attention to it with his eyes. For he was still too busy noticing every small feature of beauty on her face. And on her body. Yet for his, it appeared his fixation was on her eyes. "Are you not going to kill me with it." Vaughn did not fear death. But the main purpose of his taunting encouragement was to test her limits. To see just how far she would go in her defensive actions. Now she had a weapon within her grasp. Would she take it?
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Apr 21, 2011 12:38:11 GMT -5
He didn’t lunge at her as Mia had expected he would…he actually seemed…pleased? Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, her gaze faltering only when he mentioned the weapon that he had dropped….the one that was within feet of both of them. Her lips tightened into a thin line as she contemplated his question…fully knowing that he was baiting her. Could she kill someone to save her own life?…No…she didn’t think so. Not even a man as vile as this one. “No….” She said slowly, her icy eyes slowly moving back up to the face of her attacker. “….I don’t kill.” It was that simple….if she killed him it would tare her apart inside until she was but an empty shell of her former self. She moved forward ever so slightly, using her bare toes she nudged the weapon towards him. “But I’m sure you do…so you need this more than I do.” She was fighting to keep her voice strong and felt that she did a pretty good job of it.
”….you have nothing better to do than pick on unsuspecting girls?…your fate is not mine to determine, but I am sure you will get what’s coming to you.”
Finally having staunched the flow of blood at her neck Mia removed her hand and crossed her arms across her chest.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 3, 2011 20:42:13 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn laughed. No longer was it was a deep chuckle emitted from the back of his throat. It was an amused laugh. An expression of how entertaining and unpredictably wonderful she was. The confidence and certainty in which she spoke. The strength of her tone. Was she certain she would not kill? Vaughn wondered if he could sway her mind. If he could present circumstances that would alter her perception. Her sureness. It was a matter of corrupting her. How far would she go to save herself. This was the question to be posed. This was the tag line of this game. Vaughn did not reach for the weapon. He continued to lock his gaze on her. The laughter subsiding but the amusement perpetually present. "Even if a man forced himself on you, you would not kill?" He was of course talking about rape. The implications, yet again, behind his words being that he could play the role of such a man. An attacker. A predator.
"You can kill," he told her. His words did not come from his knowledge of her. His familiarity of her was very limited as he met her only a few moments ago. His words came from an unwavering confidence that people had the ability to kill, when a situation that forced it out of them. He needed to prove this, to see how she handled it really. "You just have not gained the opportunity to." Meaning, she had not met a person or persons menacing enough to force herself to kill them. Or, she had been under the constant protection of others. The latter did not seem likely. For here she was; alone and vulnerable. "This notion of what goes around comes around," He just shook his head as if to say tsk tsk, for he did not believe in such things. His belief system was little to non existent. Leaving the weapon on the ground, he took a few menacing steps towards her. "Come. Prove me right," he urged her. He was not begging for death, but he wanted to see if she really had such limitations. "Pick up the sword. It is your only defense now." He advanced towards her, a sadistic smile on his lips.
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