[EX] The Lair~A New Beginning
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				Title: <strong>[EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 18:35:03</strong>
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				Continued from: <strong>Shadow and Thorn's Lair</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=15052.0)<br><hr><br>Six months. Six months awaiting the walk into sunshine again. <br><br>They came late one night while Thorn was finishing up with Sam’s girlfriend and enjoying his participation in it. The girl screamed while Sam smiled…the stub of his tongue rolling around in his mouth. The only warning was “It’s over…I‘ll see you in hell” on the intercom from Shadow. They ransacked the house, took the laptops, and took Shadow…all within a four hour span. Thorn stood the entire time at the bottom of the steps waiting for them...waiting for Shadow’s betrayal…but it never came…she saved Thorn just as Thorn saved her so many years ago from Tim.<br><br>Now a year later, Thorn sits on the back deck with a cup of coffee watching the steam rise from the mug and listening to Sam inside. She should have killed him that night that they came, but the thought of being alone actually scared her, so instead she helped him heal, kept him fed, and talked to him. He of course never responded with more than a few grunts, but it made Thorn feel better knowing that her words were at least being heard.<br><br>After taking a long sip of her coffee, Thorn ran her hand over the wrapped package.&nbsp; It was a gift…a journal for Sam.&nbsp; She never thought she would ever give a gift to one of her victims, but the night that Sam could have killed her but didn’t created a lasting bond for them.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn’t kill her, but he did cut off her pinky finger which he now keeps attached crudely to a paperclip chain necklace.&nbsp; Thorn of course returned the…favor…a few nights later…but once she realized that he was willing to give up another body part for her, she had kissed him then allowed him to fuck her to consummate the bond.&nbsp; His finger is kept on her nightstand in a small jar of formaldehyde.<br><br>“Sam.&nbsp; Come.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 20:01:30</strong>
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				Sam stirred from the basket he was lying in, crawling out with his head down.&nbsp; He'd been living this way for so long, it had become normal to him.&nbsp; He had vague memories of some kind of life before his present one, but they were becoming dimmer and dimmer as time went on.&nbsp; He had memories of being able to speak, but he was beginning to doubt they were any more than dreams.&nbsp; He'd been born in that dark dungeon, and he could scarcely imagine any other life.&nbsp; How could he possibly live without Master?<br><br>She called for him, and he came.&nbsp; Things never got any more complicated than that.&nbsp; She was his master, and he was Her pet.&nbsp; Sometimes he would tackle her, but today wasn't the day for it.&nbsp; Sam knew that Master sometimes wanted it that way, even if she screamed and kicked and stabbed him with knives in the heat of the moment.&nbsp; Sam's necklace clinked against him as he crawled, his length hardening on the way as he imagined what his Master might want with him.&nbsp; He finally clambered onto the deck, leaning against Thorn's leg.&nbsp; Sam slowly pulled himself up onto her lap, and looked into his master's eyes, a hopeful expression on his face.&nbsp; He didn't notice anything in his surroundings but Master, the woman who was the center of his world, such as it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 15:19:36</strong>
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				<em>Like having a dog</em>, Thorn thought to herself on many occasions, not just this one.&nbsp; She called to him, he came.&nbsp; When he disobeyed, or simply just took a second too long to follow an order, she beat him.&nbsp; And when he was good…and her mood was equally good…she rewarded him.&nbsp; Always like a dog, but not today.&nbsp; Today he was human…and today she would treat him that way…if only for a few moments.<br><br>As he climbed into her lap she smiled at him.&nbsp; It was the kind of smile she used to give Shadow.&nbsp; For this moment, Sam was the only thing she had…the only thing left...the only thing she trusted to remain.&nbsp; Never again would she become weak for a man, not after what Dino had done.&nbsp; He had fooled her…made her think he had an interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;when she met him that night he had followed her…then a few months later she heard his voice booming down as she stood at the bottom of the steps.&nbsp; All those dates, all those late night phone calls, all of those days spent in bed holding each other…all lies…all a ruse.&nbsp; Never again would she admit to a man that she loved him.<br><br>Her hand still resting on the journal, Thorn gently nudged it over to Sam. <br><br>“It’s a gift.&nbsp; For you.&nbsp; From me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 17:35:56</strong>
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				Sam cautiously picked up the small package, just barely comprehending what exactly was going on. &nbsp;He took a look at the strange device before him. &nbsp;He knew how to write, yet the idea of recording his thoughts seemed... somehow appealing to him. &nbsp;Sam looked up into Thorn's eyes, feeling a wonderful gratitude. &nbsp;His cheek came to her shoulder, and he snuggled her, pressing his cheek as hard as he could against her as he simply rubbed against her body, trying to express the affection he felt. &nbsp;Sam nodded to Thorn and cautiously and slipped away to the table, clutching his treasure. &nbsp;<br><br>He picked up a pen off a nearby desk and looked at it, slowly taking pen to paper, making a few lines experementally, before finally simply writing, leaning down and discussing his world.<br><br><br><em>I don't remember how long it's been like this.<br><br>I don't really remember much of anything anymore. &nbsp;Each day, I wake up, serve Master, and I go to bed, knowing that I've been a good boy. &nbsp;It's a routine, I like it.<br><br>Master is the most important thing in the world to me. &nbsp;More important even to me than killing. &nbsp;I don't think anything special about who I am or what I do. &nbsp;I'm a victim turned killer, pure and simple. &nbsp;There was once a boy named Sam, but he's gone now. &nbsp;Murdered. &nbsp;By me. &nbsp;It felt so nice, as his last whimpers went away...<br><br>I keep on serving master. &nbsp;It's all I know anymore...<br></em><br><br>Sam wrote in this vien for a while, finally filling up several pages in his notebook, feeling strangely at peace with himself, now that he realized how crucial his killing was to his identity. &nbsp;He smiled at Thorn, getting off the chair and curling near her, hoping to perhaps get a scrap of food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 17:20:47</strong>
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				Thorn watched Sam curiously as he went about his first entry into his journal.&nbsp; Periodically she planned on reading what he writes but her reasoning for it is unknown.&nbsp; She never really cared what Sam had going on in his mind, yet at times she yearned for him to speak.&nbsp; Things were just too quiet here and silence created too much time to brood.<br><br>As Sam approached her, she took another sip of her coffee which had become cold and then handed the cup to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I need my coffee refilled…and I want the newspaper,” she said without looking at him.&nbsp; She knew he’d do just as she said without so much as a grunt of displeasure about it.&nbsp; With a sigh she then added, “Get dressed, we’re going out to an early lunch in town.&nbsp; And as usual I expect you to be on your best behavior because if you’re not…”<br><br>She didn’t have to finish her sentence with threats, Sam knew what would happen if he fucked up in any way.&nbsp; The last time he stupidly looked at a passerby and gained their attention, she spent the night removing the healed skin of his stumps with a cheese grater.&nbsp; If he chose to be an idiot again, she would repeat the process and make him apply salt to his own raw skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 21:21:47</strong>
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				Sam nodded to Thorn and leaned up on his knees to retrieve her coffee cup.&nbsp; Actually refilling it was another matter, but he moved as quickly as he could to the counter while holding the cup in one hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a slide of porcelain on marble, Sam placed the cup on the counter, besieging it with his elbow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sam carefully placed the stump of his leg against the floor, and grunted a bit as he pulled himself into a standing position, his left arm straining with effort as he supported a good portion of his weight with it.&nbsp; The next few moments felt surprisingly mundane to Sam.&nbsp; He simply picked up the coffee mug and filled it.&nbsp; The next part, though, would be the greatest challenge.&nbsp; <br><br>Shivering a bit, Sam picked up the coffee mug and carefully lowered it to the floor, protecting it with his entire body.&nbsp; He resumed the crawling position, and carefully walked the mug across the kitchen, taking care not to spill a drop.&nbsp; He knew what would happen if he did, and had no desire to have a pan of boiling water thrown at his back again.&nbsp; Keeping himself from whimpering slightly,&nbsp; Sam finally delivered the precious elixir, not even stopping to smile at Thorn before he headed out for the newspaper.<br><br>Sam's new life had hardened his knees considerably, enabling him to run on them.&nbsp; It still hurt horribly, but it gave him some mobility when Thorn wasn't expecting him to impersonate a human.&nbsp; Sam moved rapidly towards the door, achieving a brisk walking pace by the time he reached up and opened the entrance, briefly looking to make sure no one was around.&nbsp; He lived in the middle of nowhere, but being spotted still might arouse suspicions.&nbsp; Sam ran across the gravel driveway, wincing a bit as the rocks dug into his hands and knees.&nbsp; By know, they were mostly a network of scars and callouses, but he still noticed the occasional dig into his fragile skin.&nbsp; A few minutes later, Sam walked back into the kitchen holding the newspaper in his mouth.&nbsp; He pulled it from its bag and laid it down on the table across from Thorn, again not stopping to wait or ask for thanks.&nbsp; Thorn had already shown him her appreciation, and he was grateful.<br><br><br>In Thorn's bedroom, there was a closet.&nbsp; At the bottom of this closet, was a box.&nbsp; A box that contained Sam's feet.&nbsp; Or at least the prosthetic replacements for his feet.&nbsp; The true members of his body were likely ash in a collapsed basement by now, after he and Thorn had set fire to the old house to eliminate the evidence of their activities.&nbsp; The next few weeks were a blur, but somewhere in that time, Sam had acquired a new pair of feet.&nbsp; Sam quickly buckled the metal and silicone constructs to his legs, and with the aid of the cane kept near them in the closet, stood again, feeling only a slight amount of discomfort.&nbsp; When Thorn had to clarify, she claimed he was a relative of hers.&nbsp; Which one he was kept on changing.<br><br>The only real constant in Thorn's lies was that he was a veteran who had been injured by explosives, and ended up quite thoroughly maimed.&nbsp; Sam put on his clothes, a fairly expensive suit, suitable for a gentleman.&nbsp; The jacket slipped over his shoulders, and he took a comb to his hair, pulling it into orderly rows.&nbsp; Sam ran his fingers across his chin, realizing dimly that he had a fair amount of stubble to deal with.&nbsp; With a slight sigh, Sam walked into the bathroom, taking a straight razor from the medicine cabinet.&nbsp; With any luck, he and his eye patch wouldn't keep Thorn waiting.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 17:00:12</strong>
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				Thorn sipped at the fresh cup of coffee while waiting for the paper. Her patience was abnormal today with Sam but after having a night of dreamless sleep, she felt refreshed instead of her usual state of agitation. Besides, Sam looked somehow attractive to her today…maybe it was just a need that has been unfulfilled for a few nights, or maybe she truly did love him. As he returned with the paper she was about to stop him and force him to take care of her needs, for she was sure it wasn’t love, but the paper headline caught her attention:<br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">Twisted Nurse Under Investigation</span></em><br><br>Thorn pulled the paper closer and began to read the article.<br><br><em>Ms. Elizabeth Cassada will go on trial for the mutilation and eventual killing of 12 patients in the Barnes County General Hospital after authorities investigated the claim that the woman performed such things as a barbaric facelift on an 87 year old coma patient. When questioned why she did it, Ms. Cassada responded, "She looked beautiful when I was done". <br><br>Ms. Cassada is also suspected of the theft of many narcotics from the Hospital Pharmacy. An ongoing investigation will determine if this accusation is correct.</em><br><br>Thorn continued reading as a smile played on her lips. Perhaps Ms. Cassada might need a place to stay, she thought to herself as she got up from the table and went to retrieve stationary and a pen. How wonderful it would be to have someone here to talk to…someone who could answer back…someone who was just like Thorn herself. After quickly searching the internet for Elizabeth’s address, Thorn returned to the table to write:<br><br><em>Hi Elizabeth,<br><br>I had recently read about your recent troubles in the newspaper and well, family should stick with family don’t you think? I know you must feel so alone, when in fact you are not, nor should you be. I am writing this letter with one of those nifty smencils…ever hear of them? This one is lemon scented. My husband, who you have yet to meet, left a box of these pleasantly smelling pencils in the car the other day and the heat made the scent radiate through the entire car! They are made of recycled newspaper which burns easily though so I guess keeping them away from a flame might be a good idea…unless of course you wanted to really smell them!<br><br>I wonder if maybe the lead is scented also? Well either way, hope to hear or see you soon. <br><br>Love Always,<br><br>Cousin Rose</em><br><br>After completing the letter, Thorn retrieved a toothpick and a bottle of lemon juice and then proceeded to write on the back of the paper with the toothpick, an email address which Thorn will use to purchase a plane ticket.&nbsp; If Elizabeth Cassada was worth the time, then she would understand what needed to be done with the letter.&nbsp; <br><br>Satisfied, Thorn blew lightly across the back until the lemon juice dried thoroughly and then placed the folded letter in an envelope.<br><br><hr><br>On the way to lunch, Thorn dropped the addressed letter into a mailbox and continued with Sam to the upscale café. Once they were seated and had ordered their food, Thorn spoke to Sam across the table in a low whisper. “When we get home I want you to clean the house from top to bottom. We might be having a visitor and you know how I feel about filth, Sam.” <br><br>Thorn enjoyed her lunch, even pausing between bites to smile at Sam which she rarely did. "Things are going to change, Sam."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 23:58:47</strong>
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				Elizabeth could be called easy on the eyes.&nbsp; She was taller then most women, with a lithe willowy build,&nbsp; long brown hair hung down to just below her jaw line framing a heart shaped face with big beautiful brown eyes.&nbsp; With a pair of beautiful pouting lips of deep crimson tones.&nbsp; Her flesh was pale, almost alabaster; she looked a bit youngish for her position as a nurse, though she had just completed her residency.&nbsp; She was currently wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans and a tight fitting white T-shirt that clung to her small perky breasts.<br><br>There was no hard evidence yet,&nbsp; but she knew she was a suspect.&nbsp; The cops would likely put the pieces together soon, and that in and of itself was nerve wracking.&nbsp; She shook her head; no one truly understood why she did what she did.&nbsp; Was it sane?&nbsp; Unlikely, but, it was necessary within that twisted little mind of hers.&nbsp; She’d recently been put on an indefinite suspension of duty.&nbsp; It wasn’t a surprise, unfortunately… the bodies didn’t seem to pile up now that she was away, and people were already out for blood.&nbsp; One of her windows had already been shattered by a well placed rock.&nbsp; <br><br>She had spent the last few days huddled in bed either using the internet or watching the news to keep tabs on the laws progress.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn’t looking good she would have to disappear soon,&nbsp; but she had absolutely no where to go.&nbsp; It would seem though, something, no,&nbsp; someone was on her side.&nbsp; Today, when she went to get the mail when the sun finally fell from the sky, to give her at least a measure of concealment she crept to the box, and retrieved what had been left for her.&nbsp; <br><br>It was mostly junk mail, like every other day.&nbsp; Peppered between adds for the grocery store,&nbsp; various groups looking for her to open up a credit card were letters from people who’s name didn’t seem very familiar.&nbsp; Family of her victims perhaps?&nbsp; It made a modicum of sense but there was one letter that stood out.&nbsp; It was from that very odd woman, who she had been selling medical supplies to on the side.<br><br>She read it over, and tapped a finger against a delicate chin.&nbsp; Those brown eyes were half lidded,&nbsp; and then, it finally clicked in her head.&nbsp; She took the letter in her hand, and made her way into the bathroom.&nbsp; She quickly flicked on the light and held the letter up to the heat source.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 09:23:04</strong>
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				Sam crossed his arms over his thighs, carefully scrutinizing his environment.&nbsp; He had to be alert, certain that nobody would get close to Thorn.&nbsp; He had to make sure she stayed in control, that she stayed protected.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't very hard to attune oneself to the sounds of a restaurant.&nbsp; Such places had a certain rhythm, a flow of life.&nbsp; There was a regular clinking of silverware on plates and a dim glow of conversations, individual threads which Sam carefully avoided chasing, aiming instead to understand the whole.&nbsp; With a more careful examination of the sounds around him, Sam could pick up the somewhat languid pace of the waitresses, the somewhat tired way they placed dishes on the tables, and the strangely hopeful way they sometimes picked them back up again.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam picked up his fork and knife, and gave a slight bow to Thorn, thanking her in his own way for the steak before him.&nbsp; Like a true gentleman, he cut methodically through it, drinking a glass of his favorite sweet tea on the side.&nbsp; His Master was up to something, that much was obvious.&nbsp; Yet, his first concern for the moment was eating.&nbsp; No reason to worry about what was barely in his control on an empty stomach.&nbsp; Sam couldn't protect Thorn from the people she contacted, but when they came close, he was her guardian, her aegis.&nbsp; <br><br>And he also always got Thorn excellent service.&nbsp; Sam leaned back and placed his hands on his stomach, sighing with contentment as the waitress picked up his empty plate.&nbsp; He gave her a grin and a little noncommittal wink, just enough to make her blush a little bit.&nbsp; His next duty was cleaning, and most likely preparing the dungeons for another victim.&nbsp; The cleaning wasn't his favorite job, but he positively relished the dungeons.&nbsp; Sam sighed and thought of plastic wrappings, polished handcuffs, and well oiled leather straps to distract him from the grim reality of the bed making, toilet scrubbing, and dusting he'd likely be doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps something would change, but in Sam's world, the only thing that mattered was Master.&nbsp; And Master never changed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 18:21:20</strong>
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				The next few days Thorn kept her eyes on the paper as Sam prepared the house for a possible guest.&nbsp; She would not tell him who was coming, nor would he ask…not that he could ask, at least not in words.&nbsp; But soon someone who could speak might be with them…someone for her to have a conversation with while sipping coffee on the deck…someone to share her home with.&nbsp; <br><br>She had contact with Elizabeth a few times before but had never said more than a few business words while handing her an envelope of money.&nbsp; The supply of medication she had bought from her was slowly dwindling but that was something that didn’t matter anymore.&nbsp; No longer would Thorn do as she did for Sam.&nbsp; No longer will the victims get to watch themselves be hurt while in a medicated lull.&nbsp; They will feel the pain and they will die…she did not need anymore…pets.<br><br>There were times when Thorn wondered why she continued killing when the one she was doing it for in the first place was no longer here.&nbsp; Many a night she contemplated the question and always came back with the same answer…because there was no one who could stop her.&nbsp; No one to say that it was enough.&nbsp; No one to tell her that her own sins of ignorance about her brother have been made up for.&nbsp; No one to love her.<br><br>After receiving a confirmation email from the airport that Elizabeth Cassada had indeed figured out what to do with Thorn’s letter and was on her way, Thorn’s focus turned back to Sam.&nbsp; She had checked every room for it’s cleanliness before telling him to get dressed.&nbsp; Before they left the house, Thorn turned to Sam and placed a hand lightly on his cheek.&nbsp; “Change,” she said in a low, excited voice before placing a light kiss on his lips.<br><hr><br>The restaurant was not busy because of the early hour and their waitress was going out of her way to earn one of her first good tips of the night before the crowds gathered and took away her energy.&nbsp; Thorn ate in silence, not bothering to look up from her plate.&nbsp; If Elizabeth did indeed come, she would never know the excitement within Thorn.&nbsp; This was to be a business partnership first. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 23:37:30</strong>
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				Before leaving,&nbsp; Beth paid one of her friends to send her a package to an anonymous post office box containing some of her affects.&nbsp; It mostly contained pharmaceuticals,&nbsp; clean syringes,&nbsp; and a bright and shiny new set of surgical tools.<br><br>She didn’t like planes,&nbsp; they were closed in,&nbsp; with so many strangers gathered around her.&nbsp; She brushed shoulders against men and women she had never met,&nbsp; and would usually instinctually draw away from the slight brushes of skin against skin contact. Those big brown eyes of hers were cast downward at her feet.&nbsp; In many ways,&nbsp; she looked the epitome of the submissive woman.&nbsp; She was wearing nothing more then a tattered blue jeans,&nbsp; worn out old gym shoes,&nbsp; and a plane white tee that hugged her body.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; if one were to look into her luggage they might have been a bit surprised by the high ratio of leather and latex to standard fabric.<br><br>The in flight movie was your stereotypical romantic comedy,&nbsp; starring some rambunctious alpha male,&nbsp; and a somewhat soft spoke and loving woman who would eventually show the handsome young man the error of his ways,&nbsp; and it would end with an implied marriage and a sappy song by the Dave Mathew’s Band.&nbsp; It didn’t really make the trip go any faster,&nbsp; it just gave her something different to focus on.<br><br>When the plane finally it took the young woman a bit of time to find where she was going.&nbsp; It was a new city, but,&nbsp; the directions were simple enough.&nbsp; So,&nbsp; before long she came to the meeting place,&nbsp; and she strolled inside,&nbsp; carrying a few suit cases with her.&nbsp; She scanned the area for that familiar face,&nbsp; and stood at the table without sitting down.&nbsp; “Hi.”&nbsp; She said,&nbsp; &nbsp;her voice soft and sweet.&nbsp; “I hope I didn’t leave the two of you waiting for too long.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 06:15:13</strong>
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				Sam once again stood next to Thorn, holding a small wrapped satchel after dressing himself.&nbsp; He smiled warmly at Thorn, finally willing to give her the gift as they went to go and meet their guest.&nbsp; Sam was terribly confused that they were finally entertaining a guest, and not a "guest," but he also trusted Thorn's judgement.&nbsp; He presented the package to Thorn, grinning broadly as he returned the favor Thorn had given him.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd gotten the idea for the gift when Thorn instructed him to throw out the last of the medical supplies, when Thorn gave up completely on the idea of having any pets other than him.&nbsp; It made Sam feel all warm and fuzzy, and he wanted to show his appreciation.&nbsp; To do so, he'd taken a set of surgical tools and methodically whittled and rusted them, covering them in oxidation, blunting parts that should be sharp, and sharpening parts that should be blunt.&nbsp; With the addition of a few barbs and serrations, the tools became blades from hell, capable only of inflicting terrible, septic wounds, no matter how they were used.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam dropped to his knees before Thorn and offered up his humble contribution, head bowed in respect.&nbsp; He hoped she would be pleased, and not angered that he had done something without being asked to.&nbsp; The boy still didn't understand the reason for her kindness, for giving him the journal, but he was grateful.<br><br><br><hr><br>In the restaurant again, Sam leaned back, seeing the girl he recognized from the newspaper photo come in the door.&nbsp; His eye immediately locked itself on her face, challenging her and trying to draw her eye to make contact.&nbsp; The girl was shy, almost weak seeming.&nbsp; Sam couldn't even tell what made her different from their victims.&nbsp; So he simply stared at her, hoping that something in her gaze might tell him what it was that Thorn saw in her.&nbsp; Sam knew the girl to be acquainted with death, but was she really the kind of predator they could come to rely on?&nbsp; Or was she merely a broken carrion bird, of the sort Sam would love making a meal of?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:49:27</strong>
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				Before even looking up at the woman Thorn said in a low voice, “Stop staring Sam.”&nbsp; She knew he was always watching the crowds somewhat like her own personal watchdog…and for the most part she appreciated it, but now it was just plain rude.&nbsp; Sam knew the woman was coming and should know by now that he was not supposed to look at business partners in the eye.&nbsp; He would need to be reminded of this once they were home.<br><br>After placing her fork lightly down on the plate, she wiped the corners of her mouth with the linen napkin which lay upon her lap then raised her eyes to Elizabeth.&nbsp; “Please, sit down and eat if you like.&nbsp; I trust your trip was enjoyable and that no one is following you?” she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.&nbsp; If someone had followed her, Sam would notice but Thorn wanted to keep an air of authority over the woman…and the situation.<br><br>Without waiting for the woman to sit, Thorn picked up her fork and began to eat again while calculating the changed appearance of her once reliable supplier.&nbsp; She looked as if she had been through hell and back and Thorn had to wonder with a slight smile on her face if this woman might have to become a victim instead of a partner.&nbsp; A plan to see if she would be strong enough to live with them was already formulating in Thorn’s mind.&nbsp; Ms Cassada would see what happens when Sam was rude to her business associates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:51:01</strong>
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				The soft spoken female noticed the man’s eye contact,&nbsp; she made no move to look away instead for that brief moment those cold blue pools never once blinked. She remained completely locked on the stranger, without a word until the woman spoke causing her to avert her gaze, as one would dismiss an animal.&nbsp; <br><br>The young woman smiled a bit and slid in to take a seat across from the two crossing her legs one over the other.&nbsp; “Thanks,&nbsp; it was a bit of a bore to be truthful,&nbsp; I’m just glad to stretch my legs for a bit.”&nbsp; She lifted a hand,&nbsp; beckoning to the waitress with a slender digit.&nbsp; “Fusilli Terni.”&nbsp; She said with a soft sort of smile.&nbsp; “and a glass of Cabernet”&nbsp; Her attention then returned to the woman,&nbsp; ignoring the silent and glaring male.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thanks again.”&nbsp; She said.&nbsp; “I was a bit surprised when you contacted me,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; it couldn’t have came at a better time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:56:48</strong>
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				Sam noted his Master's displeasure, feeling a twinge of rage towards the proud bitch who had just walked into his life.&nbsp; Had she simply looked away, he might have been able to get away with it.&nbsp; The pair talked animatedly, causing the hairs on the back of Sam's neck to stand up on end.&nbsp; Certainly, Thorn talked this way to her victims, but this was... different, somehow.&nbsp; Sam even sensed an undercurrent of sexuality between the two women, deepening the pit of anger growing in his gut.&nbsp; <br><br>The rest of the meal was warm, on the surface, yet Sam knew quite well what was going to happen to him.&nbsp; As the meal wound down, he picked up a fork and drove it into his palm, trying to acclimate himself to the sort of pain he would be experiencing.&nbsp; Yet, he could not drive the fork deep enough into his own flesh, not in public.&nbsp; Sam sighed in disgust, knowing he certainly deserved to be punished for such weakness.<br><br><br><br>45 minutes later, Sam was naked and hanging from the ceiling by a rope wrapped around his wrists, clenching his teeth as the stress on his shoulders mounted, feeling somewhat uncomfortable from the blindfold wrapped around his head.&nbsp; The basement was cold and dark, just as he remembered it, and the situation had him slightly aroused already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 00:35:04</strong>
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				The conversation during the rest of the meal was more polite than anything else, although Thorn caught herself smiling on more than one pause in the chatter.&nbsp; To the rest of the restaurant they simply looked like two friends catching up on old memories but at least one person would know exactly what Thorn was doing and he kept his head down as he should.&nbsp; Towards the end of the meal Thorn watched Sam with sideward glances which she knew that he could read; this was confirmed when he stabbed the fork into his hand.<br><br>The ride home was made in relative silence as was their entrance back into the house.&nbsp; Thorn waited for Sam to disappear into the basement and then she turned to Elizabeth with a smile, “Please…make yourself at home…I need to check on Sam and then I would like to show you something.”&nbsp; And without another word, Thorn herself retreated into the basement as her smile quickly faded from her face.<br><hr><br>Once Sam was sufficiently hung from the ceiling, Thorn brought Elizabeth down the dark steps so that she may watch Sam receive his punishment.&nbsp; This was more of a test to see if Elizabeth would be a liability or an ally.&nbsp; After making sure her guest was comfortably seated on the chaise lounge, Thorn walked over to Sam and frowned as she removed his blindfold.<br><br>Wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body against his, she looked into his eye almost apologetically.&nbsp; They had such a good week then he had to go fuck up again and now she had to teach him a lesson.&nbsp; “I told you once before, Sam…you do not stare at my associates…it makes them quite uncomfortable,” she began as she lightly kissed his cheek and then slowly moved to his ear.&nbsp; Whispering so that Elizabeth would not hear her, “Did you like what you saw?&nbsp; Were you picturing her naked underneath you?&nbsp; Do you think she could pleasure you better than I could, Sam?”<br><br>Her eyes returned to his single one and she took a step back, her face turning from serene into something more twisted…something that Sam would surely know means pain.&nbsp; “Well do you, Sam?!” she yelled, breaking the silence that had overcome the dark room.&nbsp; “Maybe I won’t let you!” she screamed as she spun around and stormed off to the long metal table which held many items on its surface.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to face him she held at her side a large roast fork, “When you use a fork to inflict pain, Sam…you must use more force!”&nbsp; She dropped to her knees, the sound of her kneecaps cracking onto the cement echoing through the room, and grabbed Sam‘s testicles.&nbsp; Pulling the flesh taut, she raised the fork and brought it down through his vas deferens on the left side which was protruding through his skin and ripped the fork toward herself to sever any skin the fork was not able to rip through.&nbsp; After the contents of his left testicle were ripped out, Thorn stared at the frayed bloody skin and frowned.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dammit Sam.&nbsp; Now I’ll have to stop the bleeding,” she said matter-of-factly as she stood up and walked back over to the table.&nbsp; “Maybe now with a little less testosterone you can keep your eye where it belongs.”&nbsp; If Sam or Elizabeth made any sound during the orchiectomy it passed over Thorn, for in her mind all she heard was complete silence as she shuffled through her makeshift suture kit at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 00:54:48</strong>
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				The young woman reached into the sleeve of her coat, where she had managed to spirit in one syringe.&nbsp; She say in the family room, alone as the other woman prepared something.&nbsp; The nurse,&nbsp; knew not what to expect but she made herself ready.<br><br>She pulled the tourniquet tightly around her arm and began to tap softly at an exposed vein.&nbsp; She took the strap between her teeth and sunk the metallic tool into her own flesh. She let out a tiny little squeak as crimson fluid mingled with the chemicals within.&nbsp; Then she quickly pressed down on the plunger filling her veins.<br><br>“Oh god….”&nbsp; She moaned,&nbsp; as the world began to slightly numb.&nbsp; Her eyes closed,&nbsp; as she allowed the chemical to surge through her,&nbsp; bringing her to her next high,&nbsp; and destroying what little inhibition the woman had left.&nbsp; The needle slid from her arm,&nbsp; and was hidden away in one of her bags.&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned down at her belongings,&nbsp; the huge amount of leather within made the girl shiver,&nbsp; and the gas mask smiling up at her from the bag was almost begging for her to put it on,&nbsp; and assume a totally new persona.&nbsp; “Later my sweet…”&nbsp; She said softly, gently caressing it before she brought herself to a stand.&nbsp; <br><br>“Though…”&nbsp; She shook her head,&nbsp; no need to push her host the first night.&nbsp; She could tolerate wearing her own face during at least one violent act.&nbsp; Not even hiding behind the gauze mask that she was used to when she assisted in operation.&nbsp; <br><br>When Thorn appeared once more,&nbsp; she was cool and collected.&nbsp; Her eyes, were just a hint more glassy then usual.&nbsp; She followed behind the madwoman to the basement and watched,&nbsp; she had seen worse in her time.&nbsp; Perhaps, not when a human was fully concios but she was no stranger to gore.&nbsp; Her slender digits simply folder over her arms which rested on her chest as she watched without even a raised eye brow or a flinch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 21:54:43</strong>
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				Sam's breath came quickly as he felt the pain of his position, knowing things were soon going to get much, much worse. &nbsp;He closed his eyes and waited, hands clenching in terror when Thorn grabbed his testicles. &nbsp;Tears were in his eyes before she even got started gelding him. &nbsp;His Master was right, of course, about his fantasies, but she'd never acted jealous before. &nbsp;Sam was used to being punished for rules he didn't understand. &nbsp;He knew Master did it because she loved him, it was the only explanation. &nbsp;<br><br>Sam kept his silence for a few excruciating moments, as the fork penetrated his body, tears flowing unabated from his eyes. &nbsp;When he felt his scrotum open up and spill out, however, he simply began to scream incoherently, his entire body filling with agony. &nbsp;White hot pain and humiliation poured through every inch of him, and even without a tongue, he could still scream.<br><br>Only much more quietly. &nbsp;<br><br><br>Even as he bled, Sam felt a terrible shame, a sudden inadequacy in his penis. &nbsp;It was terribly uncomfortable, something he couldn't ignore how hard he tried. &nbsp;The boy simply whimpered, unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something critical. &nbsp;Again, tears fell from his eyes, as he stared down at master, feeling himself retching from the sudden shock on his system. &nbsp;Sam began again to scream, but not out of horror, or in protest, but to warn his master that he was about to vomit right on her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 03:10:31</strong>
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				Thorn returned from the table and walked back over to Sam, purposefully stepping on the extracted contents of his testicle.&nbsp; She met his eye and waited.&nbsp; She knew that look and had been covered in his vomit once before so a bit of patience seemed to be in order at the moment.&nbsp; As Sam expelled the expensive dinner down his stomach and onto the floor below him, Thorn’s annoyance set in once again.&nbsp; “You just wasted money, Sam,” she said in a low flat voice.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she was sure that he was done, Thorn swung his body around so that she would not need to kneel in his vomit and began to stitch up the torn skin of his scrotum.&nbsp; The other woman still sat calmly on the chaise as Thorn doctored Sam.&nbsp; “There is a guest room prepared for you Ms. Cassada.&nbsp; Third door on the left.” Thorn said quietly, hoping the woman would leave the room so that Thorn could compose herself.&nbsp; <br><br>In the past few months, Thorn found herself unable to remain serene for any length of time and it was beginning to complicate her relationship with Sam…if one could call what they had a relationship.&nbsp; She would one moment be sweet and gentle towards him, the next she would be trying to strangle him simply because he blinked at the wrong time.&nbsp; Perhaps this was why Sam gradually became more of an animal…choosing to crawl around instead of using the prosthesis she had had made for him…perhaps Thorn was driving Sam utterly insane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 04:42:17</strong>
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				Sam whimpered when Thorn stepped on a part of his body that he'd previously considered very valuable.&nbsp; He hung his head in shame as his dinner splashed across the floor, heaving a bit more as blood loss made him light headed.&nbsp; Finally, he began to have some peace as she stopped the bleeding and stitched him up, the pain receding slightly as the shame caught up with him and enveloped him.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam felt even blanker than he had for a long time.&nbsp; Not only was his humanity gone, but now a certain portion of his masculinity had been taken as well.&nbsp; His Master took away another part of him, disassembled another part of his ego, and he simply submitted, no longer moaning as he hung with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the terrible pain in his arms.<br><br>His mouth burned, his arms felt as if they were going to pop out, and the sensation between his legs was indescribable.&nbsp; Yet, Sam wasn't even sure that he was feeling all of this.&nbsp; It all just seemed to wash over him, and he ignored it, silent in his trauma.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 05:54:15</strong>
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				Well, the nurse departed the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She returned to her things, and smiled looking down at her bags.&nbsp; She hefted them over her shoulders and headed to the room that was prepared for her.&nbsp; She then dropped them to the floor and looked about the room, seeing a rather elegant looking full body mirror.&nbsp; An idea came to her and she smiled.<br><br>She pulled a white leather body suit free, and rather immodestly stripped down to nothing but her cotton panties.&nbsp; She slipped on the leather garment, though it left her chest bare revealing two perky breasts each one of them pierced, little silver skulls hung from surgical steel hoops.<br><br>She pulled on the gas mask, custom painted white and fastened it tightly to herself.&nbsp; Her features were completely concealed now, thanks to the dark tinting of the eyes.&nbsp; The only feature left was her brown hair which she pulled back into a tight pony tail.&nbsp; She then slipped on a pair of white leather bondage boots, she didn’t need to look in the mirror, though she gazed into lovingly.&nbsp; She knew the faceless beast she just became quite well, she almost shivered with the delight of slipping so easily into this new persona of her.<br><br>A leather encased hand slid outward, to glance over the sleek surface of the mirror.&nbsp; “Beautiful...”&nbsp; She whispered.&nbsp; Her voice, far more controlled...&nbsp; Almost a husky purr instead of the meek whispers that she had used in front of the other two.&nbsp; “Perfect....”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 19:58:04</strong>
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				Once Elizabeth had left, Thorn stood up and looked at Sam.&nbsp; His resiliency was amazing and probably the only reason he was still alive.&nbsp; Any other young man would have given up on life by now…but not Sam…not <em>her</em> Sam.&nbsp; She knew what she had done and felt it was an appropriate punishment for his wandering eye.&nbsp; “I’m no longer mad now, Sam,” she whispered as she released his wrists from the rope that held him captive.&nbsp; Normally she would have just let him fall to the ground, but instead she wrapped her arms lovingly around him and slowly lowered them both to the ground where she sat and cradled him, rocking slowly back and forth.<br><br>While smoothing his hair and whispering incoherent soothing words, Thorn’s eyes came to rest on the bloody pulp just a few feet away from them.&nbsp; Perhaps not all was lost.&nbsp; “Don’t worry, Sam.&nbsp; I’ll fix things.&nbsp; I always do,” she said with a smile as she shoved him away and got back to her feet.&nbsp; She walked over to the small mass of flesh and muscle and reached down to pick it up, scraping whatever did not come easily with her nails.&nbsp; <br><br>With his detached testicle contents in her hand, she simply walked upstairs and left Sam lying on the basement floor without even a second glance.&nbsp; Once at the top she considered switching off the light but decided not to…she knew Sam would clean up his vomit and if she left him in the dark he would probably end up knocking something over again.&nbsp; The last time it was her suture kit and it took an hour for Thorn to untangle the mess that his clumsiness caused.<br><br>In the kitchen, she opened the cabinet and pulled out a small container which she dropped Sam’s breakfast into then put on the lid.&nbsp; She didn’t want him to feel incomplete, so she would be certain to give him back what she had taken.&nbsp; After all, she did love Sam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 20:13:28</strong>
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				Sam smiled slightly as he was slowly lowered to the ground, nodding to his Master.&nbsp; He was even more speechless than usual, but he wasn't going to complain about the red marks on his wrists, or the pain from his dislocated shoulder.&nbsp; His cheek rubbed against Thorn as she held him, and he even managed a tiny smile.&nbsp; ...Until he rolled over into the puddle of his own vomit.<br><br>His bodily humours had already grown cold, and the half chewed steak and mashed potatoes clung to his back, assaulting his senses as he cringed slightly, tying to fight off the waves of nausea assaulting him.&nbsp; Half covered in the contents of his own stomach, Sam crawled over to the hose and turned it on himself, hosing himself down with a high pressure stream as he was used to.&nbsp; With deliberate focus, he hosed down his vomit all the way to the drain, shivering from the cold.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam sighed and retired to the rubber mat in the corner of the room he slept in occasionally, sitting patiently with his eyes open, unable to get together the motivation to do anything but sit there.&nbsp; <br><br>He had never felt more loved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 22:07:42</strong>
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				The leather clad predator cotninued to softly stroke the mirror for a time, crooning at her reflection as if it was another entity entirely.&nbsp; She leaned forward, brushing her mask against the cool surface nuzzling it.&nbsp; “So pretty...”&nbsp; She told herself, as she shivered as her bare breasts rubbed against the cold glass.&nbsp; “You’ll get what you want soon enough my sweet.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Came that soft silken voice one more time.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, every hint of modesty was easily tossed to the way side.&nbsp; Elizabeth, smiled softly as she turned on her heels and headed down the hall.&nbsp; She walked with the self assured heel toe step that caused her perky little swell of an ass to shift this way and that, and those small breasts of her’s bounced ever so slightly.&nbsp; Before long she was in the kitchen and laid eyes on the lady of the house, she smiled again, though with her face completely hidden she was impossible to read.<br><br>“Excuse me, where do you keep the glasses.”&nbsp;Her voice was a bit muffled thanks to the mask. She realized it was a dumb question but why push a dangerous woman to far, it was her house after all it was unlikely that she wanted Beth to go snooping around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:36:33</strong>
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				Thorn was placing the container into the refrigerator when she was aware of the woman approaching.&nbsp; Her first thought was that the woman was snooping but once she made her presence known, Thorn turned around with a slight smile to respond.&nbsp; “They are above the…”&nbsp; She stopped abruptly as her eyes met the masked woman and even took a step back toward the fridge.&nbsp; She was well aware of less mainstream sexual fetishes but had yet to meet someone who enjoyed wearing gas masks and the initial shock of seeing one of them standing less than two feet away actually startled her.<br><br>Once the initial shock wore off, Thorn’s eyes slowly ran down the front of the woman’s body.&nbsp; It had been so long since she had another female in the house with her and the longing to touch her naked breasts was almost overwhelming…enough so that in an instant Thorn realized she had stepped closer to Elizabeth.&nbsp; Forcing her eyes back up to the white mask, “They are above the sink.&nbsp; What would you like?&nbsp; I’ll get it for you.”<br><br>Thorn tore her gaze away and turned to reach above the sink, closing the refrigerator door with her foot.&nbsp; The glass in her hand, she turned and placed it on the counter.&nbsp; “I could have Sam bring us a bottle of wine from the basement if you’d like,” she said quietly trying not to allow herself the pleasure of lowering her eyes once more to the beautiful, naked breasts before her.&nbsp; “Oh, and what would you like me to call you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:56:03</strong>
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				Elizabeth was able to detect a slight hint of surprise from the other woman,&nbsp; once more she smiled,&nbsp; a wide toothy grin fortunately it was hidden beneath her false face.&nbsp; Her emotions beautifully veiled keeping her safe,&nbsp; well, as safe as one could be when two predators were sharing the same space.&nbsp; She allowed Thorn to adjust to the situation,&nbsp; she understood how she would have probably been shocked by the situation.&nbsp; Of course, that shock was invigorating to the masked maiden.<br><br>As Thorn took a step forward so did she,&nbsp; the heels of her boots clicked gently upon the floor as she moved.&nbsp; She could almost feel the other woman’s body heat,&nbsp; and imagined her smell,&nbsp; though it was currently unavailable thanks to her mask.&nbsp; She imagined it as a somewhat animal musk,&nbsp; mixed with harsh soaps,&nbsp; and blood.&nbsp; The imagined sense caused her to shiver,&nbsp; she reached up a hand and almost ran her own leather encased hand against her own bare breasts but remained calm.<br><br>“Thanks.”&nbsp; She said “Was just going to get a glass of water…&nbsp; though,&nbsp; if your interested in sharing a glass or two with me.”&nbsp; The last words were just about purred.&nbsp; “I would be more then happy to spend some time sipping wine, and perhaps getting to know each other a little better.”&nbsp; As for the name,&nbsp; she pondered a bit…&nbsp; she understood that Thorn was unlikely the woman’s real name,&nbsp; and there would be some liberty in completely adopted a new persona as she released the beast from within.&nbsp; “Seraph…”&nbsp; She whispered the word, almost shaking with joy.&nbsp; It was fitting,&nbsp; if one were to stretch…&nbsp; the seraphim were the divine wrath of god,&nbsp; though,&nbsp; she doubted who ever was up there would enjoy her borrowing the name,&nbsp; it mattered not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 18:53:09</strong>
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				Thorn slowly nodded before repeating the name in a whisper, “Seraph”.&nbsp; Her head was still in motion as she took a sharp intake of air then let it out with a smile.&nbsp; Composing herself wasn’t easy and she quickly turned away from Seraph to go to the basement door.&nbsp; Feeling very overdressed in her black wool tailored pants and beige button down shirt which held traces of Sam’s blood down the front of it, Thorn steeped out of her heels and left them by the side of the door.<br><br>“Sam, bring up some wine,” she called down the steps then left the door open and returned to the kitchen…and to Seraph.&nbsp; She stopped just before stepping into the room and allowed herself to take in the sight before her.&nbsp; Every glistening white leather encased curve of her body was screaming out to Thorn but she knew she couldn’t give into it…this was business, nothing more.&nbsp; If the woman enjoyed walking around half naked and with a mask on then that was going to have to be how it was.&nbsp; The only problem would be, of course, Sam.&nbsp; <br><br>That fleeting thought of Sam brought Thorn back to reality and she continued into the kitchen as if nothing had happened when she first laid eyes on Seraph.&nbsp; Placing the glass into the cabinet and taking out three wine glasses in its place, Thorn turned once more to Seraph with a smile.&nbsp; “Let’s go sit in the living room.&nbsp; My Sam will bring us our wine and even join us.&nbsp; We should all get to know each other, don’t you think?” she said as she walked past Seraph and entered the living room with the wine glasses held between her fingers.&nbsp; She had not realized that she said Sam was hers, but as with any predators, one has to be the alpha…and Thorn was determined that one would be her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 19:45:13</strong>
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				She liked the way the word sounded, the shape that Thorn’s lips took when she spoke it “Seraph” She said to herself once more.&nbsp; The young woman thought she had chosen wisely.&nbsp; She gently brushed her fingers against her leather encased stomach.&nbsp; It seemed that the other woman was getting a bit agited, but not angry by her particular mode of dress.&nbsp; She pondered idly about moving in a little closer, but decided that it would be for the best if she didn’t push the cold blooded killer to far.<br><br>Seraph enjoyed watching the other woman look at her, she was no stranger to animal attraction.&nbsp; It was easy to read in the the other woman’s eyes.&nbsp; Her tongue slid across her lips, though the act was once more concealed.&nbsp; The leather clad predator leaned her back against a nearby wall, gently, and stretched her arms up over her head for an instant causing her little perky orbs to raisie as she moved for just a moment to stand on her tip toes.&nbsp; A low whimpered moan forced its way from beneath the mask.<br><br>The woman’s warning was subtle, HER Sam.&nbsp; She had to restrain a bit of a giggle.&nbsp; Seraph had no intention of stealing Thorn’s pet or lover...&nbsp; Whichever role the wreck of a man filled in her life.&nbsp; The predator was interested in softer flesh, the feminine form was her ambrosia.&nbsp; As such, the other predator was more to her liking.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Of course...”&nbsp; She purred, she unfastened the straps at the back of the mask, and let it go slack so it was resting against her chest, brushing against her perky little orbs.&nbsp; “I’d love too.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:22:25</strong>
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				Sam crawled about the basement, his hands reaching up to the wine rack and pulling out a bottle of particularly fine 1970s vintage.&nbsp; With a deliberate movement, he grasped the bottle in his mouth, holding onto the neck of the bottle with his teeth.&nbsp; For a moment, as he crawled up the stairs, he had a strange fantasy of doing to a small animal what he was doing to the wine, as if he was presenting the body of a pest to his master.&nbsp; The strange man transferred the bottle to his hand and rolled onto his shins, opening up the door to the basement.&nbsp; <br><br>Carefully, Sam again took the bottle in his mouth and crawled through the darkened house, setting down the bottle of wine on the floor of the living room.&nbsp; He then crawled to the kitchen and fetched a pair of wine glasses, holding them by the stem in one hand as he awkwardly shuffled on his knees back to the living room.&nbsp; During the entire operation, he completely averted his eye from Seraph, except for one brief, terrified glance when he first entered the room.&nbsp; Sam closed his eye and lifted the wine and glasses onto the coffee table, and curled up at Thorn's feet, rubbing his cheek against her ankle.&nbsp; In spite of his nakedness, he had never shown a hint of arousal during the entire time he had been in the sight of the two women.&nbsp; A definite change from his usual behavior.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 18:46:29</strong>
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				Sam’s quick appearance actually surprised Thorn considering what she had just done to him, and she watched him go about his duties with slight amusement.&nbsp; Rarely did she look at Sam this way, but he was just shoved down a few rungs on the hierarchy ladder of the house with the appearance of Seraph.&nbsp; Once he finally settled on the floor next to her, Thorn opened the wine and poured out three glasses, handing Seraph the first poured while trying to avoid showing the attraction she was beginning to feel towards the woman.&nbsp; Instead, she kept her attention on Sam, occasionally smoothing her hand over his head as she would a dog, and then eventually pushing a glass of wine towards him.<br><br>Sam wasn’t normally allowed to drink wine…as a matter of fact, Thorn had doubts he was even legally old enough, but tonight was a special occasion and she wanted to be sure that his affections remained with her.&nbsp; She knew from experience that if she followed her punishments with a small amount of kindness, Sam would continue to do everything she asked of him, and that’s how Thorn wanted things to stay.&nbsp; Looking down at Sam, she placed a finger beneath his chin and lifted his head up, “I’m going to make you a special breakfast tomorrow…and tonight you may sleep in my bed.”<br><br>Satisfied that Sam received enough affection from her, she then turned her attention to Seraph and after taking a small sip of her wine and placing the glass back onto the table, she smiled.&nbsp; “So Seraph, tell me about what happened and how much you know about my past.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 19:01:16</strong>
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				Seraph ignored the wreck that was Sam to the best of her ability,&nbsp; the beast thing made her sick.&nbsp; A creature that was seemingly completely divorced of ego,&nbsp; it was miserable and she wasn’t quite sure the creature would better of alive then dead.&nbsp; She took him though, as a warning.&nbsp; She would have to remain strong here,&nbsp; no matter what or she could be the next creature curled up this beautiful monster’s feet.&nbsp; She would not allow that to come to pass,&nbsp; perhaps even when it was all said and done it would be she with her boots resting on Thorn’s back.<br><br>The white clad predator took a seat across from thorn, crossing her long toned legs. The woman’s posturing seemed different now,&nbsp; she was more relaxed the look in her eyes was far more confident and a coy little grin never seemed to leave those full red lips of hers even as she brought the glass of wine to them to sip it daintily. She would then rest the glass on the table,&nbsp; making sure to lay it upon a coaster, while her long slender digits gently caressed the stem between her thumb and forefinger.<br><br>“Not much,&nbsp; I figured if I snooped to heavily and was picked up for selling to you it would be better that I didn’t have much information on you.&nbsp; Besides,&nbsp; sometimes less information is more don’t you think?”&nbsp; She said with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>“What happened? Ahh, do you mean at the hospital…&nbsp; its not hard to explain really.&nbsp; In short,&nbsp; I was bored…&nbsp; I lost my ability to feel any form of rush from,&nbsp; how shall we say regular activities and it seemed to be the next logical step.&nbsp; There seems to be no higher form of domination then stripping away what keeps a person living,&nbsp; as I’m sure you’ve already discovered.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 18:43:06</strong>
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				Sam leaned against Thorn's leg, seeming perfectly content to lie at her feet, being treated like a dog.&nbsp; He smiled broadly when Thorn handed him a glass of wine, and sipped from it carefully, leaning against his Master all the harder.&nbsp; He felt quite content, yet when Thorn placed her fingers under his chin and raised him up to look at her, his eyes seemeed to haze over with bliss.<br><br>All Sam could do in response to Thorn's kindness was stay curled up at her feet, utterly enslaved.&nbsp; He rested his head against her knee, moaning softly in delight.&nbsp; He felt that he was going to burst, as he carefully ignored the other woman in the room.&nbsp; Thorn had told him not to look at her, so as far as he cared, she didn't exist.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 15:43:18</strong>
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				Thorn watched carefully as the woman placed her glass down on the coaster and then seemed to caress the glass with her fingertips.&nbsp; In reaction to the sight she realized she was stroking Sam’s hair a bit more quickly as if trying to use him as an anchor to keep her from falling prey to this woman.&nbsp; Of course falling prey would only mean gaining a possible lover, but Thorn was reluctant to take the long trip down that road again.&nbsp; All she needed was Sam…he didn’t require anything but the basic needs of an animal, and he was obedient; she could get whatever she wanted from him simply by her own actions.<br><br>After listening intently to Seraph’s answers, Thorn realized that this woman could possibly be just what she was hoping for…a replacement…an upgrade.&nbsp; She was not some broken, wilted flower who needed to be protected, but Thorn had to wonder if perhaps Seraph would be too strong…<br><br>With that last thought in her mind, she smiled politely and nudged Sam to move as she stood up.&nbsp; “Well, I’m sure if you plan on staying with us you’ll learn more about me than you care to, Seraph.&nbsp; But we should all get some sleep tonight.&nbsp; Breakfast will be at 7am,” she said as she began to collect the wine and the glasses.&nbsp; “Oh, and Seraph,” she said as she glanced over her shoulder at the woman, “Please be sure to make your bed in the morning and keep your room tidy.&nbsp; I have this thing about…order…and cleanliness.”&nbsp; <br><br>Without waiting for any answer, Thorn sauntered into the kitchen, washed hers and Sam’s glasses, dried them, put them away, and placed the wine in the refrigerator next to Sam’s breakfast.&nbsp; After she was satisfied that all was in order, she walked back to the living room and simply glanced at Sam for him to follow her.&nbsp; Seraph would get no more interaction tonight…it was Thorn’s way of maintaining control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 23:37:52</strong>
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				So,&nbsp; that was the end of the evening and early dismissal?&nbsp; Unfortunate,&nbsp; yet…&nbsp; she could feel the sexual tension in the air,&nbsp; she could almost taste it on her lips.&nbsp; She’d have her,&nbsp; eventually.&nbsp; Still,&nbsp; she was a woman…&nbsp; another predator to respect, an animal to approach slowly.&nbsp; She would not allow lust to over power caution,&nbsp; even if seducing such a brutal beauty caused her heart to thump heavily in her chest.&nbsp; She stood slowly.&nbsp; “Goodnight,&nbsp; and thanks again for giving me a place to stay.”&nbsp; She said gathering up her own glass,&nbsp; she made sure not&nbsp; a drop of the precious liquid was wasted.&nbsp; <br><br>She followed Thorn to the kitchen,&nbsp; washed her own glass when it seemed like the sink was free, and replaced it to its proper place.&nbsp; She inclined her head forward,&nbsp; it was an intentional gesture,&nbsp; a little bow perhaps even a little symbol of submission.&nbsp; Tonight was not the night to test boundaries.&nbsp; She’d test the waters slowly,&nbsp; hopefully without the other woman noticing.&nbsp; “Goodnight.”&nbsp; She said again before she disappeared into the hall,&nbsp; and slipped into her room.&nbsp; <br><br>“Time to make myself at home…”&nbsp; She said to herself,&nbsp; she slipped off the mask and slid it into the top drawer of her dresser.&nbsp; Her hands searched through her belongings finding an ipod,&nbsp; with earbuds.&nbsp; She placed them gently into her ears,&nbsp; making sure the volume was set so only she could hear it.&nbsp; She swayed a bit to the music, dancing partnerless, soundless, and smiling.<br><br>&nbsp;She unpacked, first she removed her clothes.&nbsp; It was a fine assortment of normal street wear,&nbsp; and more leather all of it soft, much of it looked crisp and clean,&nbsp; still used and stiff not yet perfectly acclimated to her body.&nbsp; They were all hung or put into they’re proper drawers.&nbsp; Her bags were then stowed into the top shelf of her closet,&nbsp; she soon stripped down so she was clad only in a pair of white cotton panties.&nbsp; She folded her garments,&nbsp; and stowed these away too before slipping beneath the sheets,&nbsp; and switching her music to something softer,&nbsp; with less bass to soothe her into slumber.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 06:10:58</strong>
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				Sam met Thorn's eyes for a moment and quickly bounded off after her.&nbsp; He stayed as close to Thorn's ankles as possible, knowing that if he strayed to far, he'd be beaten for a lack of loyalty.&nbsp; Of course, if he came in and nuzzled her, he'd be beaten for being "too cute."&nbsp; Not that it mattered really, he'd been half castrated, and had discovered that another chunk of his rational mind was gone, leaving in it's place a crude animal mind.&nbsp; Very little mattered to Sam anymore outside of pleasure and pain; there was very little else that the beast who was once a boy could understand.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam demurely walked into Thorn's bedroom, and proceeded to the bathroom.&nbsp; Sam quickly walked to the shower stall where he was expected to go, according to Thorn's routine.&nbsp; According to the routine, he sat on his knees, his head bowed and his hands at his sides.&nbsp; Sometimes, Thorn would spray him off with a hose in the shower stall, or take him by the chin and brush his teeth.&nbsp; Other times he would be handed soap or a toothbrush, and told to handle his business on his own.&nbsp; Sam had given up control of those aspects of his life completely, allowing his master to decide when and how he bathed and brushed his teeth.&nbsp; Occasionally, he would be treated like a completely unintelligent beast, and have everything done for him.&nbsp; Other times, he would be given a modicum of freedom to do with his toiletries as he wished.<br><br>As Thorn's pet sat kneeling, his mind was completely blank, unable to focus on anything at all, not with the sudden loss of another part of his mind... of his spirit.&nbsp; Sam simply sat staring at the floor, his eyes half closed and strangely content.&nbsp; His body had no passion within it, in notable contrast to his usual evening trips to Thorn's bathroom.&nbsp; Nothing came from his lips but a thin trickle of air, slow and relaxed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 03:24:34</strong>
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				Thorn simply ignored Sam’s retreat to her bathroom and instead proceeded to prepare herself for bed.&nbsp; After removing her usual expensive, tailored clothing, she slipped into a short silk nightshirt and looked at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; For a moment she wondered what Seraph was doing as her eyes rested on her own hardened nipples but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind.&nbsp; Tomorrow was an important day…tomorrow he would replace Sam’s manhood…and show Seraph how things worked here in Thorn’s house.<br><br>With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and walked softly over to the bathroom.&nbsp; There was Sam in his usual position and Thorn rolled her eyes at him.&nbsp; “Sam, get the fuck up and be a man.&nbsp; You know how to work the shower!” she yelled at him, then much more quietly added, “Tomorrow I will fix you, okay?”.&nbsp; Without waiting, nor caring for a response, she then turned away and got into her bed.&nbsp; Sleep surprisingly came quite easy and her dreams were pleasant enough not to wake her during the night.<br><br><hr>Early the next morning, Thorn blinked her eyes open and quickly grabbed her long cashmere robe from the hook on the wall before leaving the room and plodding down to the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>After gathering what she would need for breakfast she retrieved the container which held Sam’s mangled testicle, and pulled the lid open.&nbsp; After tilting her head a few times trying to think of the best way to return his lost piece of manhood to him, a smile began to form on her lips.&nbsp; She quickly flipped the container over and allowed its contents to hit the counter with a surprisingly loud thud for something so small.&nbsp; With a shrug, she reached into the drawer and withdrew the meat tenderizer.<br><br>Pounding the flesh, Thorn remembered a childhood rhyme which she recited in a low sing-song voice.<br><br><em>Peanut sat on a railroad track<br>his heart was all a-flutter<br>along came the 6:15 -<br>toot toot……<br>Peanut butter</em><br><br>Once the meat was flattened and much more pliable, she seasoned it and then covered it in two coats of bread crumbs.&nbsp; “Oh Sam…you’re going to love this,” she said to the empty kitchen as she placed Sam’s breakfast into a frying pan coated with oil and moved onto preparing the rest of the breakfast: eggs, toast, and crepes which will be filled with fresh strawberries and cream.<br><br>Before plating all the food, Thorn went out of the kitchen and called to Sam and Seraph, and then returned to the cabinets and began to set the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 20:40:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seraph awoke early,&nbsp; her body still on her old work schedule.&nbsp; She took the extra time to clean the room leaving it in the same pristine condition the other woman had left it in.&nbsp; She made not a sound, content to listen to the blaring beat of the music being projected into her skull from her ear buds.&nbsp; Her hips swayed slightly back and fourth,&nbsp; though making sure not to make a sound that could potentially awaken the woman of the house.&nbsp; She didn't care so muchabout the wreck of a male that seemed to fill the roles of both the woman's pet and lover.&nbsp; <br><br>The nurse found her toiletries in one of the drawers and gathered them up in a little basket before,&nbsp; she dawned her bathrobe.&nbsp; Quietly she slipped out of the room,&nbsp; looking for the bathroom.&nbsp; Fortunately,&nbsp; it seemed the other woman had been considerate enough for her to leave the door open. She slipped into the shower, and let the hot water dance against her flesh bringing her to wakefulness while cleaning off the day before from her flesh.&nbsp; When she was sure she was cleaned,&nbsp; she quickly dried herself with a towel she found in the closet and returned to her room,&nbsp; she tossed the towel in the hamper and hung her robe in the closet.<br><br>She searched through her drawers,&nbsp; and chose something a bit more conservative then the night before.&nbsp; She tossed her cotton panties into the little laundry hamper.&nbsp; She slipped on a little black thong which hugged her body close,&nbsp; and slipped on a pair of black leather pants which&nbsp; clung tightly to her willow form.&nbsp; Next came a little black tank top which kept her mid riff visible reveal the little silver barbell thrust through it.&nbsp; She accentuated her features ever so slightly with hints of dark make up,&nbsp; and combed her hair leaving it stick straight without styling it.&nbsp; <br><br>Seraph left the room once more,&nbsp; detecting a rather intoxicating scent emanating from the kitchen.&nbsp; Though,&nbsp; it seemed to be being covered up with the rather disqusting scent of frying meat.&nbsp; The woman entered the room and gazed down at the food, and slowly took a seat.&nbsp; Her blue eyes lifted to gaze at thorn and she allowed a smile to play across her full red lips.&nbsp; "Goodmorning,&nbsp; and thank you very much for cooking it looks delicious."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Lair~A New Beginning </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 18:32:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That day, Sam ingested the missing part of his body and then obediently cleaned the kitchen as he usually did.&nbsp; As time went on, Thorn continually taunted him about being ‘just another one of my victims’ and Sam gradually became harder to control.&nbsp; Many times he would fight back when Thorn was disciplining him, sometimes even going so far as to knock her unconscious for hours.&nbsp; It was one of those times when Thorn made the decision to leave Sam…and Seraph.&nbsp; <br><br>When it came to what they were doing behind closed doors, Thorn was clueless.&nbsp; They had gotten the better of her…they took the control away from her.&nbsp; She began to feel a very alien emotion…fear, and this brought about an abnormal amount of paranoia…and submissiveness.&nbsp; She knew that when those two ventured down the stairs, sometimes for hours, that it was time to formulate a plan.&nbsp; They were plotting against her…at least that is how she felt…and she’d be damned if she would become a victim for them.<br><br>It saddened her to think that what could have been with Seraph was all just a fantasy with no chance of ever truly happening.&nbsp; She fell in love with the woman from the first time they met…the way her body looked being constrained in that white latex…the way the mask hid her face and made her nothing more than an object…the way her eyes danced when she looked at a syringe entering someone’s skin…&nbsp; Even once she and Sam began to turn against Thorn, the longing did not disappear.<br><br>On January 24, 2009, at 11pm, Thorn walked out of the house without even a glance back.&nbsp; She would miss Sam the most... the one man who she thought she could always rely on…<br><br>The disappointment was overwhelming and Thorn knew that this fire will burn inside of her soul for a very long time.&nbsp; It will consume her.&nbsp; It will drive her.<br><br>On January 27, Thorn reached her destination.&nbsp; Williamstown, NJ.<br>
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