"I have to warn you, she's a bit of a handful." Glancing over his shoulder, the man in charge of this little slave auction operation warned his most recent customer. It had taken the breaking of three noses, one arm, a dislocated shoulder and a shattered kneecap to get this particular piece of merchandise ready
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She seriously contemplated going the alternative route and just knocking him out right now; just living him here while she went off to find the men responsible for this on her own. But then, she changed her mind and ever so slowly released the arm she had twisted behind him. The knife was next to leave him, if not a bit reluctantly.
She stepped away from him, stumbling just a bit as the drugs still pumping away throughout her system made everything suddenly tip violently to right for a minute, but she thankfully managed to catch herself. Keep it together, she told herself, raising her guard as she eyed this man suspiciously.
There was no telling just what this guy was up to.
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"Okay. So...do you have any idea who I am?" Might as well figure out where to start.
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"Should I know you?" Sheena liked to think she was fairly good at remembering people's names and faces. But no matter how hard she tried to think of who he could be, nothing was coming up.
He was a stranger to Sheena; a stranger who, by what she'd been able to gather, seemed to know her somehow. A fact that sent a few red flags up and made her even more suspicious of him.
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"Well, it'd be nice. Save me a headache or two. Possibly make this whole thing easier." A sigh, and he shrugs. From the way she had staggered and the way she didn't look TOO steady, he really didn't have too much time to dwell.
"It's a long and fucked story, so we're gonna skip that part." And he made a brushing gesture with both hands to one side, before leaning forward and pointing at her. "The point is, I didn't just buy you so I could have super hot ninja sex." Though that would be nice.
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Everything was starting swirl and spin, she was starting to get a headache. What the hell did they inject her with?
"Then? Why did you buy me?"
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"To get you away from them?" He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, rubbing the side of his head. "I mean, I would have liked to do the whole heroic rescue type thing, but these assholes were all cloak and dagger about selling you off."
And now he had to play the concerned card. "You're not gonna fall over or anything, are you? Conversely, if you do fall over, you're not gonna try and stab me if I try and catch you, are you?"
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"I don't know how you know me, or why you're so concerned about me, but I could have gotten out of here on my own." That was also a lie.
She swayed a bit, still trying to keep herself upright; though it was proving a significant challenge right about now. "I didn't need--"
Her words trailed off as her vision suddenly went dark. The knife slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly as it hit the floor. She could feel herself falling forward but didn't have the strength to try and stop herself somehow.
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He dropped to a knee and threw an arm out, catching her around the waist before she ever got close to the ground. He really wasn't sure if this was gonna help his case or harm it, but he didn't exactly have the liberty of deciding that just now.
"Right. Bed or couch, you decide. Either way, you're winding up on one."
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"Neither!" Was her initial reply.
The drug, however, had other plans for her and after a moment, her attempts to resist him stopped as she slumped against him again. She really hated to admit it, but at this point she had no choice but to ask his help.
"...the bed, but don't you dare get any ideas!"
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"There, was that really so bad?"
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It wasn't a long trip, as she soon felt herself back on the bed and watched him back away a bit. She still felt weak, but the headache she'd been having managed to subside just a bit and the world around her grew a bit more stable. She'd have to revamp her plan of escape later though.
"So, how do you know me anyways? I don't think I've met you before..."
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He grabbed a nearby chair, dragging it over and dropping into it. "We've met. Or...hm." He rubbed his chin, trying to piece it together. "We've met, but I guess it was another you. If that makes any sense whatsoever. Helped her...you...whatever, helped out of a bind then too." He shrugged.
"After that, we got friendly. True story."
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She sat with her back against the headboard, eyeing him carefully for a moment.
"Well, I have don't intend on doing anything like that with someone I just met, so you can get whatever thoughts about me out of your head!"
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Hey, he wasn't gonna deny it. They had themselves a good time and life was great. But he shrugged all the same at her response, before giving her a deadpan look from behind those shades of his. Even if she was close to the mark with what he was thinking, it wasn't entirely his fault. He knew what was in the air he was breathing.
"Oh, look at that, like a dozen new lewd and incredibly NC-17 thoughts have suddenly manifested in my noggin." And he knocked on the side of his head with his fist a few times, adopting a rather mocking look of horror. "Oh no, why would I even think of using a cucumber like that. Oh the horror, the travesty!"
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"I'm being serious!" She huffed, her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, pausing for a bit to prepare herself being moving to stand.
"I really don't have time for this. You can sit there and think about cucumbers all you want, I'm getting out of here."
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