The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)
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				Title: <strong>The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 04:22:04</strong>
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				Andromeda couldn’t sleep at all on the plane to Heathrow; she was far too excited about her first trip abroad.&nbsp; Her two friends, Stephanie and Lisa, had dosed themselves with cold medicine to avoid the effects of jetlag.&nbsp; Not only was this her first vacation out of the United States, but it was the first time her parents truly let go of her.&nbsp; They had always been so protective, not in a smothering way, but their mannerisms became more distinct to her as she got older and compared them to other parents.&nbsp; She loved them dearly, but she was glad they were letting her become more independent...she was, after all, going off to college in a couple of months.&nbsp; They didn’t even demand a chaperone!&nbsp; All they insisted on were phone numbers and phone cards so that they could stay in contact, in addition to a copy of their itinerary.<br>&nbsp; <br>Since Stephanie and Lisa had intended to sleep through the flight, they had given Andie the window seat.&nbsp; Grinning, she took her camera out of her purse, leaned forward in her seat, twisted around, and snapped a picture of her two friends as they snored and drooled.&nbsp; She settled back down and put her headphones back into her ears.&nbsp; She had been listening to Ovid’s work, Metamorphosis.&nbsp; Ever since she heard the story about the princess Andromeda, how her parents had chained her to a rock for the sea monster to devour and Perseus rescued her, she became rather fascinated with Greek mythology.&nbsp; Though, she always wondered what kind of parent would offer their child like that…Surely there must have been some other way to stop Cetus’ rampage...Ovid, she knew, was a Roman, but his stories about the Greek gods, heroes, and maidens were so beautiful…creepy at times, but they were mostly about romance, and every single one involved a transformation of some kind.&nbsp; <br><br>For the rest of the flight, she listened to her favorite stories, and rested her eyes.&nbsp; She had never been able to sleep on planes…When it was time to land, she was definitely anxious to disembark and begin her first European adventure.&nbsp; They had three whole weeks to explore the city (the longest she had ever been away from home before), and even take a couple of day trips into the country, or even Paris!&nbsp; &nbsp;The baggage claim took forever, but they found that it was easy enough for three young, un-chaperoned, attractive female tourists to get a cab to take them to their flat.&nbsp; The three girls raced up the front steps and Lisa rummaged for her keys, allowing them to burst in and start claiming beds.&nbsp; It was a two bedroom flat, one room containing two beds and the other only one.&nbsp; Andie, being an only child, was accustomed to having a room to herself, and her friends were rather nervous to stay by themselves; so, she got the single room with a queen-sized bed, while Lisa and Stephanie took the two full-size beds.&nbsp; They started unpacking immediately so that they could get right to business…shopping, lunch, more shopping, and scouting for boys.<br><br>Andie had never really been interested in boys at home…the ones her age seemed so immature, and she didn’t have much exposure to the opposite sex, going to girl’s schools all her life.&nbsp; However, her friends convinced her that she needed some kind of summer fling before college, saying that now was the time to do it.&nbsp; She reluctantly agreed, but only to look.&nbsp; They spent the next week shopping, trying different restaurants, and flirting with locals at bars and pubs.&nbsp; Andie played along with the last bit, but she wasn’t really that into it.&nbsp; She didn’t want a fling.&nbsp; She wanted something that was meaningful, something that would last.&nbsp; They had, however, met a few young men about their age, one for each girl, and arranged times to meet them over the next couple of weeks.&nbsp; They really&nbsp; hit it off, but while she felt a bit of a connection with Ben, the boy who was “assigned” to her, she wasn’t about to lounge in his lap and laugh shamelessly at his jokes like Stephanie and Lisa were doing with their own designated escorts.&nbsp; The two parties met every other day, and the young men showed the tourists the sights in London and even tolerated the shopping bit.<br><br>By the middle of the third week, she found herself opening up to Ben a little more, but nothing serious.&nbsp; She and her friends were just leaving the flat for one of these outings with their boy-toys, but she turned back, realizing that she had left her cell on the dresser in her room.&nbsp; She insisted that she’d catch up with the group in a minute, convincing them not to wait for her.&nbsp; She took Lisa’s keys and fumbled with the lock, and headed toward the larger bedroom.&nbsp; She was dancing a bit, humming to herself, rather excited about finally finding her way out of her shell for once, and wasn’t quite focused on where she was going.&nbsp; Grabbing her phone, and looking up to leave, she dropped the phone, her eyes wide in shock and fear.&nbsp; That shadowy figure had not been lurking in the corner when she first came into the room.&nbsp; She was frozen in terror, too frightened even to scream; he didn’t look like any human being she had ever seen before...She had no idea where he had come from, who he was, or what he wanted.&nbsp; She trembled, and started slowly backing up toward the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 06:35:23</strong>
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				Nemesis had just been waiting for a long time. He had taken to collecting deals a long time ago, often for souls or something that he could use to have power. But he had taken a few to get him some pull in the human world, a company, a house, things like that. But then there was also the deals for people. A life can be something to play with, to change, and to toy with with no end. They were always short, but he always enjoyed them. He never did it unless he saw something in the person, and sometimes just took a gamble and said the unborn child. Those often turned out wrong, but he learned in the past few hundred years that he could change the sex of the child before it was born to match what he wanted. In the past he possessed the males and used them to give people a "push" or "poke" in the wrong direction. It was not as fun as having a female play toy. He had many of those, using them and creating the perfect demon woman out of them. <br><br>It was about nineteen years ago that he had made a deal with a desprite young man. His wife had problems with her health, and he was faced with a choice that he did not want to make. He found this man, and the man asked him to save his wife no matter what. He said that he would if he could give him his child. The man looked shocked at first, and did not say anything. But Nemesis just looked at him, and waited for his answer. Slowly the man nodded to him, tears flooding out of his eyes. He thought that it was because he now new that he could make a hard choice like that. He moved over to his sleeping wife, and preformed some dark magic that was of no challenge to him. He cured his wife of what was wrong with her, but then thought about looking at the child. By just a random change he thought he would leave it up to fate. He came back later to the day of the child's birth, and saw that it was a female. He could look at her and see that she was going to be something that he enjoyed a lot. He thought about taking her then and there. Raising a child from scratch would allow him to bestow many things onto her, and teach her the ways of pleasure first hand. But then he thought about taking her when she was older, after her parents would surely shelter her from everything. That idea, the idea of pulling her out of her shell and breaking everything that she thought was safe appealed to him the most. So he slipped back into the shadows. He thought he would come back later, much later. <br><br>Now he was there next to her, following her and her friends off the plane as it landed. He followed her all the way to the room that she was going to be staying in. He used his magic to make sure that she would not see him. He did not have the power to become completely invisible, but he could become dim. It would make him blend into the room, but if she really looked, he would be seen. He had used this trick many times, and only twice has someone spotted him before he wanted to be. But he was sure that this care free little woman would not be one that would find out. He watched her over the days, keeping to the flocks of people that seemed to always be close to her. And watching her slowly seem to warm up to the boy that was clearly aching for her to be wrapped around him. Human men were so funny, always trying to trick the women into being with them, when most of the time there are women that would be just what they want as long as you show that dark side to them.<br><br>But then, the day came for him to show himself to her. He watched her pick up her cell phone and put it into her pocket and heading out. He said a simple spell and the phone appeared back where it was before she picked it up. He was sure that she would be back for it, after all she never went anywhere with out it, and it was her land line to her parents, and them to her as well. So surely enough, no longer then an hour later he watched her walk back into the room. He smiled, pulling himself from the shadows a bit, and then just looking at her. She turned and dropped the phone, her shock written all over her face. It was a wonderful sight, one that he was going to remember for a while. He watched at she started to slowly go for the door. He smiled and shook his head.<br><br>"I am sorry Andromeda, but that door will not work. I cant let my property walk out on me now can I?"<br><br>He just smiled and started walking to her, his hands slowly swinging at his sides, his long legs carrying him to her side in no time.<br><br>"Now, be a good pet and come with me. I am sure that you don't want me to pull you along by your hair, kicking and screaming now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:50:02</strong>
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				Andromeda kept her eyes on the strange being, never looking away once as he approached her.&nbsp; She was slowly regaining her senses, remembering what she was taught about situations like these...Well, nothing could have prepared her for this experience, but the thing's anatomy seemed human enough, so she might know where to hurt him if she needed to.&nbsp; She didn't want it to come to that, though; even if she could land a couple of hits, he would surely overpower her.&nbsp; She continued stepping closer to the door, feeling her back hit the wood.&nbsp; Despite what he told her, she reached for the knob, only to withdraw her hand.&nbsp; It had burned her!&nbsp; She glanced at her palm; a bright red symbol had appeared, similar to the one on this person's chest, but it faded almost as quickly as it had formed.&nbsp; She didn't like being cornered like this at all...<br><br>"Property?" she said, trying (and failing) to keep her voice even.&nbsp; "What are you talking about?&nbsp; Who are you?"<br><br>Her hands bunched into fists, her knees discreetly bending for stability.&nbsp; Taking a real fighter's stance would be an open challenge she didn't want to present, but she at least wanted to be ready in case he tried anything.&nbsp; "I'm not going anywhere with you.&nbsp; M-my friends are out there in the living room, and they- they'll call Scotland Yard if they hear me scream,"she lied.&nbsp; "So I- I suggest you get out however the hell you got in here.&nbsp; I d-don't want trouble..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 23:41:06</strong>
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				He watched her move back, and then hit the door. She even touched the handle that he himself had made sure would burn her slightly. After all he did not want her to have any scars that he did not inflict himself. He kept on moving with her, keeping the same distance between them as it was before, and stopped when she hit the door. He just sat there, and watched her body language change from scared, to being ready. She seems to know a little bit of fighting. But that was something that humans did, demons would just rip each other apart. He thought that maybe she was thinking him to be just a man, and kicking him in the balls would stop him. But in fact, if she did that to him, it would only make him punish her right where she was. But he did not move closer to her yet, and only looked at her.<br><br>"You are mine. Both your body and soul are mine to do with what I want. And you better learn that very soon. Because I will break you, bend you, and use you to how I see fit."<br><br>His voice was deep, and demanding. It showed that he was not someone that played games, or anything of the sort. <br><br>"I am what I am. You may call me Master, for that is what I am. There is nothing else you need to know. And I already know that your friends are gone. If you scream no one will hear you. And even if you called all of the worlds military's that would do you no good. I am not something that powerless humans like yourself can kill."<br><br>In a flash he was next to her, his hand around her neck, and pulling her up the door lifting her off the ground. It was a good foot or so from the floor to the bottom of her feet now. He just looked up at her, making sure that she knew everything that he was. He was not human, and not someone that played games. He had told her she better start acting like property and fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:12:53</strong>
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				<em>This just isn't normal...</em>she thought.&nbsp; <em>This can't be happening.&nbsp; He can't be real.&nbsp; These kinds of things just…don't happen!</em>&nbsp; Andromeda pressed herself against the door as if she could melt into the wood, but she knew this wouldn't just go away.&nbsp; She was trapped, and he called her bluff.&nbsp; He would most likely get whatever he came for, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.&nbsp; Her fists unclenched, and she met his eyes.&nbsp; She wanted more than anything to just look away, but she couldn't chance giving away where she planned to strike in case he advanced farther.&nbsp; <br><br>She was shaking, tense and ready to spring.&nbsp; Every word he spoke sent additional shivers through her body.&nbsp; His voice carried a heavy air of command, and demanded obedience from her, complete submission to his will.&nbsp; Despite the uncontrollable trembling, she felt a surge of defiance well up within her.&nbsp; She didn't know what claim he had to her, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going to accept him as "master."&nbsp; She was still ignorant of her father's bargain.&nbsp; She was about to inform him that she didn't belong to anyone, especially not him, but she was suspended and gasping before uttering a single syllable.<br><br>She didn't have any time to react, and almost didn't even see his hand reach for her throat.&nbsp; Every counter to every hold she knew counted for nothing.&nbsp; She could still breathe, but just barely.&nbsp; Her hands instinctively latched onto his forearm, trying to pry his fingers from around her neck.&nbsp; His grip was firm, and she was reduced to desperately clawing at his arm with sharp, painted nails.&nbsp; Her legs kicked wildly, but she didn't have the leverage or stability of solid ground beneath her feet, making every strike at his stomach and chest completely useless.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 07:17:52</strong>
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				He laughed at her attempt at trying to pry his hand off her neck. She was weak and she did not know the strength of him, just yet. In time he would show her that he was not someone to be messing with. He would show her that sometimes she would just have to back down and bare what ever he wanted from her then and there. And after waiting for so long to have her, he was not going to take the time to show her the kind way. He was going to break her will right now, and fast. He knew that it would not last for long, for she had a little bit of fire inside of her. <br><br>The kicks hit his body. It was not like they where nothing to him. Pain still came from them, but it was really nothing compared to what he went through when his soul first entered hell. Now that was real pain, the pain that came from your soul being cut into pieces, and having everything that your essace was dipped into the burning fires of the deepest pit of hell. Maybe one day he would show her just how much fun that was. He wondered if her will would be strong enough for her mind to come out unbroken. But he was not going to just let her keep on kicking him. His hand started to squeeze down, blocking her air way now. He could feel the quickened pace of her heart beat, now as his hand was just about crushing her windpipe. His body moved up to her feet, pinning them to the door.<br><br>"You will stop fighting, for now. I have much to do, and such little time to do it. If I am to get you down to my lair in time, I will have to preform the magic now. If you wish to have your body dragged there though all of hell, the please keep on resisting. Because I will be interested in seeing if your body will have many scars, or even have a heart once we reach your new home."<br><br>His eyes where blazing with fire. The need to get her home before his time was up in the mortal world was driving him now.<br><br>"Pick, and pick quickly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 19:41:54</strong>
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				Had she not been too frightened to notice, Andromeda would have seen that her nails hadn't drawn blood or even left the slightest mark on her attacker's arm.&nbsp; All she was aware of was the hopelessness of the situation.&nbsp; Against her failing strength, he was indestructable, but that didn't mean she would just give up.&nbsp; Her training screamed in her brain to keep trying to find some sort of weak point; she doubted he had any, but she kept scratching and kicking until his grip on her throat tightened.&nbsp; She could neither breathe nor move, triggering sheer panic.&nbsp; She could no longer kick at him, but she twisted and struggled desperately.&nbsp; Her blue eyes were wide and beginning to tear, and her pale cheeks started turning pink as she gasped for air.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard every word he said, but understood little of it.&nbsp; His lair?&nbsp; Magic?&nbsp; Hell?&nbsp; She hadn't believed in such things for so long, the nuns always called her the School Skeptic.&nbsp; But at the moment, it was all very real.&nbsp; Looking into his fiery gaze, she knew that there was a Hell, and he was determined to take her there...her "new home," he had said.&nbsp; What was he?&nbsp; The Devil?&nbsp; She didn't understand.&nbsp; What she could comprehend was the promise of pain should she keep fighting him, and that she could not save herself.<br><br>Lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, and she couldn't trust him with her unconscious body.&nbsp; So, against her every instinct, she stopped moving.&nbsp; She fell completely limp, except for her hands still clutching (but no longer clawing) his forearm.&nbsp; Slowly, she released her grip, and let her arms fall at her sides, leaving her body suspended by only his grasp.&nbsp; He had won...<em>For now,</em> she thought, knowing she was just kidding herself with the idea that she could ever escape him...whoever, whatever he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 07:13:07</strong>
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				He smiled as the small women in his grip went limp to show him that she was no longer fighting him. He did not loosen his grip much, but enough for her to get some air.<br><br>"If you think about trying to fight, I will cut off your air for any amount of time it takes to make you pass out."<br><br>He thought that it would be a threat that would allow her to sit still until he was able to cast the needed spells to protect her from the worlds that hew as going to take her through. He started to chant slowly, and then speed up. The words would have been impossible for her to understand, if not from the heavy accent he was talking in now, then for the speed at witch he was chanting them. He used his free hand to move to her stomach, and pushed hard as if he wanted all of her air out of her. He kept on pushing, until something gave. It was not her body, but the wall behind her. It seemed to give and allow her whole body to be moved through it. He followed her through, his hand still on her neck and still in a tight grip. <br><br>They where falling down at seemed to be a tunnel, but it was dark and it prevented anyone from making out many details. There was the occasional flash of light, or little bump in the wall that drew the eye to it, but that was all. They fell and kept on falling for what seemed like hours, maybe even a day or two. But then it seemed like they had started to slow down. It was the air that was not rushing past them as fast anymore. Then the whole tunnel lit up with a blinding dark red light. It seem to be coming from everywhere at once, and then it went away. He smiled, knowing the place that they had just entered. The light came back, but this time it was a brighter shade of red. This continued to happen, the light would come, and then go away. The shades would change each time, until a total of nine went by. Then it was back to the dark tunnel, and nothing to look at, or be blinded by. Then a soft shade of blue surrounded them both, as if thousands of little tiny lightning bugs hand attached themselves to each of them. Then the came to a stop, he smiled and looked at her. The light was gone, and he was home. The room was dark just like the tunnel, but he could see everything in it. His eyes where made for this plane of existence. He moved over the the kind of mound of clothes that he owned and threw her into it, and turned around. It did not matter if he held her at all anymore. She was trapped here.<br><br>"Welcome to your new home, pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 17:27:12</strong>
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				If the demon had held on much loner, Andromeda definitely would have fainted, but he eased the pressure on her throat just enough for her to fill her lungs.&nbsp; She didn't answer him, hoping it was obvious enough that she was in no condition to fight him.&nbsp; She gasped greedily, trying to catch her breath; her own wheezing drowned out the chanting at first, but then she realized what was happening.&nbsp; He was performing the "magic" he had mentioned; they were leaving.&nbsp; <em>Now</em>.&nbsp; She heaved a dry, strangled sob, but didn't resume fighting him.&nbsp; This was it; he was taking her away from everything she knew and loved.&nbsp; If he really was taking her where he had claimed, there was no chance of getting back.&nbsp; She was helpless against his power, and now she was going to be trapped in his domain, always at his mercy.&nbsp; Tears spilled down her cheeks as his chanting grew faster and louder; the language wasn't any sort she had ever heard before, and it sent chills throughout her entire body.&nbsp; <br><br>His other hand pushing at her stomach made her groan as the air was forced from her body...yet again, but she didn't struggle this time.&nbsp; She closed her eyes tightly, reciting over and over to herself, <em>Don't move...Don't move...Don't move...</em>&nbsp; Her eyes snapped open when she felt the strange sensation, almost tingling, all over.&nbsp; Then, she saw her body halfway through the bedroom door.&nbsp; Her eyes widened, and she screamed in terror, the circumstances defying what she believed to be reality.&nbsp; She clung to his arm, not to fight him, but for security...Oh, the irony.&nbsp; She hated him with her entire being, but she hated and feared the journey even more...So much that she almost wished he would hold her tightly while going through that awful tunnel, instead of holding her at a distance by her neck, as if she were something disgusting and pathetic.<br><br>Whimpering and trembling, she closed her eyes again, promising herself not to open them until they stopped.&nbsp; Lights flashed through her eyelids, but she kept them shut, squeezing them tight and clenching the monster's forearm.&nbsp; She lost all sense of time as they fell, knowing that closing her eyes made that sensation even worse.&nbsp; After what felt like hours, maybe even days, the air rushing around them seemed to slow, meaning they were slowing down.&nbsp; Tempted as she was, she didn't risk a peek.&nbsp; She waited until they came to a complete stop, opening them just in time to notice that it was completely dark in the demon's lair, before he threw her onto a soft pile of what seemed to be clothes of some kind.&nbsp; She cowered there, curled up as small and tight as she could, blind and whimpering.&nbsp; What he said seemed to snap her out of this state.&nbsp; "This isn't my home," she murmured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 00:01:44</strong>
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				He turned to her, after he little snap back at him. And he smiled. It looked like it was time for her to learn what was true about her, and what was no longer true anymore. He talked over to her, and grabbed her by the hair and picked her up just a tad, enough for her to be on her knees. He then started to drag he away from the closes and deeper into his home. He moved around, her body bumping into objects and thing in the house, he was sure that some of them would have hurt her more then he wanted, but after all he could not stop it. He pulled her over to a table. It was dark wood table, smooth from much use. He picked her up and threw her onto the top of it. He walked over and then pushed her hand down, locking it into place over her head. Then he did the same to her other arm. Once he was done there, he walked down to the foot of the table, where there was such restraints for her legs. But he thought that maybe he would drag out her restraining a little from this point.<br><br>"So, this is not your home pet? It is what I said, and there is no lie there. But if that is how you feel, then I will just have to make you feel that it is true through out all of your body."<br><br>His voice laid a hint at what he was going to do to her. But not enough for her to know what he was going to do, only that she was not going to like it one bit. He moved away from the table, and came back with a single candle. He set it on the table and move down to her legs and grabbed them, pulling them to the restraints and locking them in place no matter how much of a fight that she gave. The light from the candle was giving her a view of everything in the small room. There was many blades, and other items that would have been seen in a normal torture room. There was also many sexual items in the room. <br><br>"Now, how would you like the truth instilled into you pet? Would you like it from pain, for pleasure?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modern Andromeda (FallenAngelNadjan + Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:12:29</strong>
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				Andromeda hadn't meant for him to hear her, unsure why she felt the need to voice her thought out loud.&nbsp; She soon regretted it.&nbsp; She heard his footsteps coming closer to her, and she tried to scurry away, but he had twisted his strong fingers into her short, black hair, pulling mercilessly.&nbsp; She cried out in pain, struggling to get away.&nbsp; "Let go!" she wailed.&nbsp; "You're hurting me!&nbsp; Let go!"&nbsp; <br><br>She remembered from her training to grab the hand that pulled in order to minimize pain, and somehow manage to force them to let go.&nbsp; She knew she was no match for him, and wouldn't be able to make him release her, but she reached for his hand.&nbsp; It still hurt terribly, but at least she wouldn't lose chunks of her hair.&nbsp; She didn't dare pull against him, knowing it would only make the pain worse, so she followed him, scrambling along behind him on her three limbs, whimpering.&nbsp; She didn't know where he was taking her, but it couldn't be anywhere she would like to be.&nbsp; As he navigated his way through his home, the dark not hindering him at all, she was blind, and often ran into things she could not see.&nbsp; There would definitely be bruises on her legs, arm and her sides.&nbsp; Finally, it all stopped with a final, mighty pull.&nbsp; Panting, she massaged her scalp, only to be lifted and tossed onto a smooth, cool surface.&nbsp; Her first instinct was to sit up, but he wouldn't allow it.&nbsp; He had caught her right arm, and wrenched it so he could fasten her hand above her head by the wrist.&nbsp; She pulled frantically, struggling and twisting when he came for her other hand; of course, he was able to tie that one down as well.&nbsp; Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks.&nbsp; She was afraid; afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do to her, and afraid of never going home again.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl flinched at the sound of his voice, and did not answer him.&nbsp; She heard him leave for a moment, coming back with a small source of light, a candle.&nbsp; The flame revealed to her where she was, a small room with its walls covered in items that made her squirm in fear.&nbsp; The demon possessed a widely varied collection of needles, knives, and other objects she had never seen...only heard about in scandalous stories from her friends.&nbsp; He regained her attention by grabbing her ankles, rearranging her legs so he could lock them into place.&nbsp; When he asked her what she wanted, she didn't know how to answer him.&nbsp; She wanted neither pain nor pleasure from him, and had somehow lost her voice.&nbsp; With a soft whine, she turned her face away from her captor, closing her teary eyes tightly.&nbsp; Never before had she felt so small, so fragile, so vulnerable.&nbsp; Her blouse and skirt would offer absolutely no protection from whatever his wicked fingers intended to inflict upon her.
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