06-04-2015, 01:46 AM
It was a lie. This face that stared back at her was an utter, complete lie. This was a foul creature she’d destroyed decades ago, so how could he be here? He was a creature that had deceived her so often, taking the faces of so many, that it was hard to keep track of just how deeply he infiltrated her life. Did her captor or one of his servants find a way to deceive her by reaping this torturous creature?
“Hello, Violet.” That smirk mocked her. All of it, from the long richness of his shiny black hair, hair she’d ran her fingers through so often when she was younger, to the pale imperfection of his skin, and even those eyes. The eyes were even more unsettling. They very pale silver, much like Irma’s, and looked not at all out of place on his face, even though they were the wrong color.
“Nathaniel.” Violet frowned, hands clenching at her side. The cold stone was distractingly uncomfortable as she lay there naked and vulnerable, but modesty be damned, she couldn’t look embarrassed in front of him. She scoffed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. “Oh, Kami, what am I saying? You’re not Nathaniel.”
He snickered. “I am very much him.”
“Horseshit,” Violet spat. Rolling over onto her side, she attempted to get to her feet, but was immediately kicked back to the ground.
“I didn’t tell you to get back up, did I?”
Violet glared at him, incredulous. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”
“Your new master.”
Vi broke out into full, belly rolling laughter. “My master? Ha! If you were really who you say you are, then you would know better than that.”
“A lot has changed since we’ve last seen each other, love.”
Her laughter came to a jarring halt. “Don’t. Do not EVER call me that.”
“But you are, aren’t you, Violet?” He reached down and laced his fingers through her tousled hair. “I remember when you used to let me do this, right after I fucked you.” He sighed. “I’ll have those days back now that you’re here. How fortunate that you somehow managed to wind up here.”
She jerked away from him, eyes lifting to meet his with a noxious glare. “High hopes you have there, dickface.”
“Tsk, and I was hoping for this to be a friendly reunion.” His fingers gripped a fistful of hair and dragged her to her feet. She cried out against the pain, cursing as her feet obeyed his unspoken command. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him. His thirsty eyes took her painted form in one long gulp. “I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but you’ve certainly aged like a nice, fine wine, haven’t you?”
“Fuck you, Nathaniel.”
“Eventually, love. Eventually. I promise.” Looking over her shoulder at who she assumed was the other cloaked man, he barked an order for him to fetch Irma. “Your paint will need to be redone before you enter the pits.”
“I swear to fucking Kami, Nathaniel, if you do not let me go-“
“You’ll what?” He jerked her head back viciously. “You’ll kill me? Do you realize I am also a prime?”
“I’ll find a way.”
“Such spirit, Violet,” he drew her in against him, pressing his form against the full length of hers. She could feel his body react to her, and she recoiled in disgust. His face lowered towards hers, lips hovering just above her skin. “I admired that the most about you.”
Cringing, she waited for the contact that didn’t come. “You are not my property to take, yet.”
“I am nobody’s property,” she hissed, shoving away from him. “What the hell is all of this, anyway? Nobody has bothered to fucking explain to me where I am or what is happening. Would you care to, or are you just as pussywhipped as the others?”
Nathaniel’s lips crooked upward, eyes flashing. “Why, you’re in Hell. Rather, you’re in Omniverse’s version of Hell.”
Violet sighed heavily. “I can’t believe that let shit like that into a fucking competition,” she exasperated. “So, I am here because some asshat stuck me with a needle of crap and now…I’m in Hell. Wonderful. I don’t suppose there’s a Baba here, is there?”
“Negative,” he replied. “Nobody has figured a way out of here yet. As far as I understand, this realm has been sealed off permanently.”
Glowering, Violet held back the murderous rage that bubbled up within her. The red glow was back, simmering just beneath her skin. “No one has found one, yet, but I will.”
“High hopes, for a low ranking slave.”
“You keep saying that,” Violet simpered. “But as I keep saying, I am nobody’s slave.”
“Everybody is somebody’s property here.”
“If you can take me, then you can claim me,” she challenged. “All of you. Come at me.” Her body flared to life.
Nathaniel frowned. “You do not want to play this game with me, Violet.”
She smirked. “Oh, but I do. I think I might even just kill you first.”
His hands flexed at his sides, clearly restraining himself from making an egregious move.
“Just as I thought,” she sneered. “Whipped.”
His eyes lit up like burning metal. He growled, one moment there, the next, behind her, one arm snaking around her neck, the other around her waist. Pulling her into him, he held her immobile against his solid form. “When the time is right, I will claim you, and I will make you mine in every way a master should.”
Panic filled her, knowing he meant every word. Her eyes darted wildly around, looking for an out, but found none. There were voices approaching, and knew she was trapped once again.
~*~*~*~*
Irma finished reapplying the bloody liquid and black grease, then let her canvas dried. The canvas, of course, being the hanging body of the recaptured former assassin. Violet contemplated the ways she would destroy them all as she hung there.
Oh, she was going to pay special attention to Irma, Nathaniel and whoever the coward was that they called “Master”. Before she got out of here, the entire place would be painted in their mashed up bodies. She would ensure there would be nothing left to resurrect.
Ewal had followed Irma into the room and only now came out of his corner to do his job. He lifted Violet from the hook by her newly shackled wrists and carried her towards the doorway. The entire group that followed them spilled out, with the bullman in the middle. They flanked him, as if protecting him…from her maybe?
“Are you ready, Violet?” Nathaniel called from behind Ewal.
“For what?”
Everything went white, and then, suddenly, they were surrounded by hundreds of anticipating faces seated around an arena. Cheers went up as they collectively realized the entertainment had finally arrived.
“Hello, Violet.” That smirk mocked her. All of it, from the long richness of his shiny black hair, hair she’d ran her fingers through so often when she was younger, to the pale imperfection of his skin, and even those eyes. The eyes were even more unsettling. They very pale silver, much like Irma’s, and looked not at all out of place on his face, even though they were the wrong color.
“Nathaniel.” Violet frowned, hands clenching at her side. The cold stone was distractingly uncomfortable as she lay there naked and vulnerable, but modesty be damned, she couldn’t look embarrassed in front of him. She scoffed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. “Oh, Kami, what am I saying? You’re not Nathaniel.”
He snickered. “I am very much him.”
“Horseshit,” Violet spat. Rolling over onto her side, she attempted to get to her feet, but was immediately kicked back to the ground.
“I didn’t tell you to get back up, did I?”
Violet glared at him, incredulous. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”
“Your new master.”
Vi broke out into full, belly rolling laughter. “My master? Ha! If you were really who you say you are, then you would know better than that.”
“A lot has changed since we’ve last seen each other, love.”
Her laughter came to a jarring halt. “Don’t. Do not EVER call me that.”
“But you are, aren’t you, Violet?” He reached down and laced his fingers through her tousled hair. “I remember when you used to let me do this, right after I fucked you.” He sighed. “I’ll have those days back now that you’re here. How fortunate that you somehow managed to wind up here.”
She jerked away from him, eyes lifting to meet his with a noxious glare. “High hopes you have there, dickface.”
“Tsk, and I was hoping for this to be a friendly reunion.” His fingers gripped a fistful of hair and dragged her to her feet. She cried out against the pain, cursing as her feet obeyed his unspoken command. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him. His thirsty eyes took her painted form in one long gulp. “I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but you’ve certainly aged like a nice, fine wine, haven’t you?”
“Fuck you, Nathaniel.”
“Eventually, love. Eventually. I promise.” Looking over her shoulder at who she assumed was the other cloaked man, he barked an order for him to fetch Irma. “Your paint will need to be redone before you enter the pits.”
“I swear to fucking Kami, Nathaniel, if you do not let me go-“
“You’ll what?” He jerked her head back viciously. “You’ll kill me? Do you realize I am also a prime?”
“I’ll find a way.”
“Such spirit, Violet,” he drew her in against him, pressing his form against the full length of hers. She could feel his body react to her, and she recoiled in disgust. His face lowered towards hers, lips hovering just above her skin. “I admired that the most about you.”
Cringing, she waited for the contact that didn’t come. “You are not my property to take, yet.”
“I am nobody’s property,” she hissed, shoving away from him. “What the hell is all of this, anyway? Nobody has bothered to fucking explain to me where I am or what is happening. Would you care to, or are you just as pussywhipped as the others?”
Nathaniel’s lips crooked upward, eyes flashing. “Why, you’re in Hell. Rather, you’re in Omniverse’s version of Hell.”
Violet sighed heavily. “I can’t believe that let shit like that into a fucking competition,” she exasperated. “So, I am here because some asshat stuck me with a needle of crap and now…I’m in Hell. Wonderful. I don’t suppose there’s a Baba here, is there?”
“Negative,” he replied. “Nobody has figured a way out of here yet. As far as I understand, this realm has been sealed off permanently.”
Glowering, Violet held back the murderous rage that bubbled up within her. The red glow was back, simmering just beneath her skin. “No one has found one, yet, but I will.”
“High hopes, for a low ranking slave.”
“You keep saying that,” Violet simpered. “But as I keep saying, I am nobody’s slave.”
“Everybody is somebody’s property here.”
“If you can take me, then you can claim me,” she challenged. “All of you. Come at me.” Her body flared to life.
Nathaniel frowned. “You do not want to play this game with me, Violet.”
She smirked. “Oh, but I do. I think I might even just kill you first.”
His hands flexed at his sides, clearly restraining himself from making an egregious move.
“Just as I thought,” she sneered. “Whipped.”
His eyes lit up like burning metal. He growled, one moment there, the next, behind her, one arm snaking around her neck, the other around her waist. Pulling her into him, he held her immobile against his solid form. “When the time is right, I will claim you, and I will make you mine in every way a master should.”
Panic filled her, knowing he meant every word. Her eyes darted wildly around, looking for an out, but found none. There were voices approaching, and knew she was trapped once again.
~*~*~*~*
Irma finished reapplying the bloody liquid and black grease, then let her canvas dried. The canvas, of course, being the hanging body of the recaptured former assassin. Violet contemplated the ways she would destroy them all as she hung there.
Oh, she was going to pay special attention to Irma, Nathaniel and whoever the coward was that they called “Master”. Before she got out of here, the entire place would be painted in their mashed up bodies. She would ensure there would be nothing left to resurrect.
Ewal had followed Irma into the room and only now came out of his corner to do his job. He lifted Violet from the hook by her newly shackled wrists and carried her towards the doorway. The entire group that followed them spilled out, with the bullman in the middle. They flanked him, as if protecting him…from her maybe?
“Are you ready, Violet?” Nathaniel called from behind Ewal.
“For what?”
Everything went white, and then, suddenly, they were surrounded by hundreds of anticipating faces seated around an arena. Cheers went up as they collectively realized the entertainment had finally arrived.
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