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New fic, yay!
I doubt this is the right place to ask, but I see some people post every so often, I'm currently looking for a new RP.
Somewhere that is looking for either a Ville or a Bam, either or, I play both.
And so far, I've been looking around and most places I've found, don't intrigue me, does anyone need either of those characters in any rp's they may be in?
Anyway, here's my new thing I just wrote a few days ago.
Concept: Lesson learned, tad vampirism, some violence.
MON PETIT
My body laid limply against the red satin sheets, my blue eyes shut, small tear stains painted across my flushed cheeks, soft pants escaping me after my last battle. My arms hung down against the bed without the usual tension running through them, for a moment my breathing faltering almost appearing like I was going to gasp for my one last breath of air, but I picked up again where I began.
My blue eyes slowly opened, red from the strain of being at this “game” for days on end, my body giving away to the need to eat, to drink, to rest, but knowing it was going to be a long time before my body was allowed the nourishments it needed.
My eyes slowly scanned the room, being careful to not move my head quickly, being able to feel the effect the lack of blood in my body was affecting him, how much blood had I lost this time, and where the hell was the bastard.
Just with that thought a scorching pain shot through my being, making all the cuts, bruises, burns, and scratches against my body scream out in pain, letting me know just because I wasn’t saying it out loud anymore, my mind wasn’t even free to wander.
I rolled my tongue against my parched lips, even my tongue felt dry, Jesus how dehydrated was I. I cautiously picked my head up from the pillow, looking down at my scored body, dropping it back down seeing the amount of blood coating my entire body, the sight of the damage that had been inflicting only making it all hurt worse, my back was probably the worse, the long deep burn mark straight down my spine still stung like the fire was still against it, the first of many of the marks, and to think, I’d been the one to see if I could be broken, practically begged for it, and here I was degraded, days later, never did I think it would take that long for something that seemed to simple to go on.
I squinted in the dark as he heard movement, watching the other man slowly walk to the bed, his black leather clad legs meeting down at a pair of heeled boots that left a silenced thud against the carpet as he moved towards the bed, his silk red shirt partially open, his coat having been cast aside a while ago, sleeves rolled up to prevent from to much blood being smeared onto the fabric.
The long black extensions in his hair making it the length it used to be before he chopped it off, still lay in delicate waves against his shoulders, his make-up still perfectly done, not a bit smudged anywhere, still making his eyes greener then usual, or maybe that was just the fury they held in them.
He slowly came to the bed, placing a knee on it, almost as if he was going to hoist himself up onto it, begin this tired ritual over again, a hand came down and stroked my cheek gently, whispering to me as I attempted to pull away, “Bami, baby, if we keep this up longer you’ll be nothing more then a corpse to me and you know that just won’t do.”
I tried to force my head away from his touch, realizing it was a bad choice moments later as his hand connected hard with my face, for the countless time, I didn’t even have the energy in me to cry out anymore.
He looked down at me, narrowing his eyes, no guilt or sorrow held in those eyes and he looked over my body, moving his fingers along the cuts on my body slowly, he reached for something, causing me to flinch instinctively, four days of pain, nothing but pain, would do that to a man.
He helped me prop my head up as he presented a cup filled with cold water in it, bringing it to my lips, letting me have a sip before I started gagging, trying to swallow to much at once, he kept my head pulled up, waiting a moment before letting me finish off the glass of water, my body relieved from finally getting something it needed, reminded me I still have some energy left, taking a moment before trying to speak.
“Ville, let me go.. Please,” I looked up to him, begging, pleading, knowing damn well it wasn’t going to get me anywhere, but still having to try, wanting nothing more but to be let go, my mind crying out, please please baby let me chase that look of hatred from your eyes let me make it all better, but his words came out a tired hiss.
“No, Bam, not this time, I thought you would behave, and every time you fooled me into thinking you would, not this time, you’ll never behave, so you will just be punished.” his hand moved back to my face stroking it gently, knowing he was giving me a reminder of how tender he could be on purpose, my face leaning into his touch, kissing his hand gently, shutting my eyes, not wanting to see the coldness of his gaze anymore, “but you couldn’t do that, could you. If you had behaved, you would have found out the reward is so much sweeter then the punishment, but you wouldn’t let me do what I wanted to do, reward you, be gentle and sweet to you, no you forced me to break my beautiful boy.” He said, smacking me again, harder then before, making my see stars, snapping my head away from him, his nails raking down into the cuts along my body, making me scream out, it was then I realized he gave me water so that he could hear me cry out again, wanting to give me enough to make my mouth water again, let me speak.
“I would have even rewarded you with the one thing you’ve been wanting for so long, but keep saying you don’t want,” he said smiling, letting me see the tips of his fangs.
I shut my eyes, groaning softly, knowing he’d been searching my mind every time he’d made me pass out, trying to find all those black boxes I kept locked up to avoid him knowing everything there is about me.
He leaned down, kissing my lips softly, whispering against them, I could even smell my blood on his lips, “now I don’t think I’ll ever want to give you this reward, you’ll never deserve it.”
He pulled away from me quickly, my arms lifted in attempt to pull him back to me, caught against the chains that from my struggled had run my wrists raw, I must have looked like nothing but a puddle of pain and blood.
Pain and mother fucking blood.
Right then, as he kept his back to me, he was showing me more of himself then he ever had before, I watched him, realizing, he wanted me to give in to him, wanted me to call him my master and mean it, wanted it to end, it wasn’t only me who was tired of this game, I knew his heart was hurting from how much pain he’d inflicted, from having to stay cold to me, from not being able to be himself to me, for four days, four days straight, and that hurt me more then anything else.
He swallows back the last piece of dignity I had and spoke softly to him, making him turn to look at me as I spoke, “Mon petit, master, please, just let me go, please…” I said a mere whisper, shutting my eyes as tears rolled down my face.
I felt more then heard him move to the bed, reach up and undo the chains, unlocking them, my arms finally free, I moved them down to me, cradling them against my chest, curling up slightly, the wax that had been poured over my cuts breaking, making the wounds open back up, making me cry out, I shut my eyes even tighter, feeling more of my blood leaving me, I looked up at him, wanting to go to our room, away from this torture room, watching him back away, beginning to clean up, but watching me, I knew what he expected me to do, expected me to misbehave, to lash out, to attack him.
I slide off the bed, landing on my feet and within seconds my knees buckled beneath me, making my knees slam down hard against the floor, landing on my hands, curling my fingers in the carpet as I cry out loudly from the pain, trying to stay calm, the world instantly rotating around me, making it so I can’t see, can’t focus, nothing.
I wait till the world steadies itself out before trying to stand again, finding I don’t even have the energy to push up off my hands, letting out a pitiful whimper, knowing I’m fucking helpless, trying with all my might to move, panting hard from the effort, making everything blur again, knowing I’m moments from passing out.
I shut my eyes, feeling my body sway slightly, before feeling strong small arms wrap around me ever so gently, pulling me up off the ground, trying not to touch me anywhere I’m hurt but being unable to, my arms lock around their neck slowly, allowing them to carry me to the other bedroom, laying me down on the dark green and blue satin sheets, stroking my hair out of my face gently, kissing my forehead, my arms still around their neck, never wanting to let go, opening my eyes to look at him, whispering softly, “I love you,” as his lips move to kiss the bridge of my nose then down to my lips, the kiss stealing a gasp from me, almost feeling like his lips are love themselves but then like he was going to devour me through it.
I knew in that moment, how much I loved him, and adored him, it took what he did to me, to realize how I am just his little bitch, and he is the master, that he controls me in more ways then he knows, it may have taken four days, but it’s all the same.
I open my eyes as he pulls away, knowing he smiling, I look him over, slowly licking my lips, whispering, “water.”
He leaves the room, having only the rope lights on around the bed, the small stars attached to the ceiling lit up as well, leaving the room to appear that the rope light is just fire flies moving slowly, and the stars are real stars lost forever up in the endless sky.
He comes back, helping me sit up and letting me down another cup full of water, I pull him down onto the bed with me, my hands fumbling with his belt, hating how the leather feels against me tattered skin, he pushes my hands away, seeing how weak I am, and undresses himself, he lays at my side, touching the places on my body that are not damaged, kissing at the skin behind my ears gently, nibbling at it.
My eyes slowly close, knowing we’re both exhausted from the past two days, wanting nothing more but for the pain to go away and just be held for the next forever.
He pulls my to look at him, forcing my eyes open, whispering to me gently, “when your healed, I’ll reward you if you can behave, I hope you’ve learned your lesson and are ready now to become my eternal lover.”
He spoke with a slight smirk, still playing his roll, moving to get the fangs out of his mouth and setting them into the containers that hold them, pulling the blankets about us, letting us rest in our own little world, in eternal darkness.
I don’t think he’ll ever realize what the four days meant to me, how much power I gave him in letting him do what he did, how much I’ll hate when the marks are all gone, but at least he knows when thing from it all, he’s stuck with me now, for good, he knows I love him, because he knows I wouldn’t have let him do what he did if I didn’t.
I guess we needed the time to learn that I don’t allow a lot of people in a lot of ways, he possessed my body now, entirely, god only knows what he will come up with to possess my mind.
I doubt this is the right place to ask, but I see some people post every so often, I'm currently looking for a new RP.
Somewhere that is looking for either a Ville or a Bam, either or, I play both.
And so far, I've been looking around and most places I've found, don't intrigue me, does anyone need either of those characters in any rp's they may be in?
Anyway, here's my new thing I just wrote a few days ago.
Concept: Lesson learned, tad vampirism, some violence.
MON PETIT
My body laid limply against the red satin sheets, my blue eyes shut, small tear stains painted across my flushed cheeks, soft pants escaping me after my last battle. My arms hung down against the bed without the usual tension running through them, for a moment my breathing faltering almost appearing like I was going to gasp for my one last breath of air, but I picked up again where I began.
My blue eyes slowly opened, red from the strain of being at this “game” for days on end, my body giving away to the need to eat, to drink, to rest, but knowing it was going to be a long time before my body was allowed the nourishments it needed.
My eyes slowly scanned the room, being careful to not move my head quickly, being able to feel the effect the lack of blood in my body was affecting him, how much blood had I lost this time, and where the hell was the bastard.
Just with that thought a scorching pain shot through my being, making all the cuts, bruises, burns, and scratches against my body scream out in pain, letting me know just because I wasn’t saying it out loud anymore, my mind wasn’t even free to wander.
I rolled my tongue against my parched lips, even my tongue felt dry, Jesus how dehydrated was I. I cautiously picked my head up from the pillow, looking down at my scored body, dropping it back down seeing the amount of blood coating my entire body, the sight of the damage that had been inflicting only making it all hurt worse, my back was probably the worse, the long deep burn mark straight down my spine still stung like the fire was still against it, the first of many of the marks, and to think, I’d been the one to see if I could be broken, practically begged for it, and here I was degraded, days later, never did I think it would take that long for something that seemed to simple to go on.
I squinted in the dark as he heard movement, watching the other man slowly walk to the bed, his black leather clad legs meeting down at a pair of heeled boots that left a silenced thud against the carpet as he moved towards the bed, his silk red shirt partially open, his coat having been cast aside a while ago, sleeves rolled up to prevent from to much blood being smeared onto the fabric.
The long black extensions in his hair making it the length it used to be before he chopped it off, still lay in delicate waves against his shoulders, his make-up still perfectly done, not a bit smudged anywhere, still making his eyes greener then usual, or maybe that was just the fury they held in them.
He slowly came to the bed, placing a knee on it, almost as if he was going to hoist himself up onto it, begin this tired ritual over again, a hand came down and stroked my cheek gently, whispering to me as I attempted to pull away, “Bami, baby, if we keep this up longer you’ll be nothing more then a corpse to me and you know that just won’t do.”
I tried to force my head away from his touch, realizing it was a bad choice moments later as his hand connected hard with my face, for the countless time, I didn’t even have the energy in me to cry out anymore.
He looked down at me, narrowing his eyes, no guilt or sorrow held in those eyes and he looked over my body, moving his fingers along the cuts on my body slowly, he reached for something, causing me to flinch instinctively, four days of pain, nothing but pain, would do that to a man.
He helped me prop my head up as he presented a cup filled with cold water in it, bringing it to my lips, letting me have a sip before I started gagging, trying to swallow to much at once, he kept my head pulled up, waiting a moment before letting me finish off the glass of water, my body relieved from finally getting something it needed, reminded me I still have some energy left, taking a moment before trying to speak.
“Ville, let me go.. Please,” I looked up to him, begging, pleading, knowing damn well it wasn’t going to get me anywhere, but still having to try, wanting nothing more but to be let go, my mind crying out, please please baby let me chase that look of hatred from your eyes let me make it all better, but his words came out a tired hiss.
“No, Bam, not this time, I thought you would behave, and every time you fooled me into thinking you would, not this time, you’ll never behave, so you will just be punished.” his hand moved back to my face stroking it gently, knowing he was giving me a reminder of how tender he could be on purpose, my face leaning into his touch, kissing his hand gently, shutting my eyes, not wanting to see the coldness of his gaze anymore, “but you couldn’t do that, could you. If you had behaved, you would have found out the reward is so much sweeter then the punishment, but you wouldn’t let me do what I wanted to do, reward you, be gentle and sweet to you, no you forced me to break my beautiful boy.” He said, smacking me again, harder then before, making my see stars, snapping my head away from him, his nails raking down into the cuts along my body, making me scream out, it was then I realized he gave me water so that he could hear me cry out again, wanting to give me enough to make my mouth water again, let me speak.
“I would have even rewarded you with the one thing you’ve been wanting for so long, but keep saying you don’t want,” he said smiling, letting me see the tips of his fangs.
I shut my eyes, groaning softly, knowing he’d been searching my mind every time he’d made me pass out, trying to find all those black boxes I kept locked up to avoid him knowing everything there is about me.
He leaned down, kissing my lips softly, whispering against them, I could even smell my blood on his lips, “now I don’t think I’ll ever want to give you this reward, you’ll never deserve it.”
He pulled away from me quickly, my arms lifted in attempt to pull him back to me, caught against the chains that from my struggled had run my wrists raw, I must have looked like nothing but a puddle of pain and blood.
Pain and mother fucking blood.
Right then, as he kept his back to me, he was showing me more of himself then he ever had before, I watched him, realizing, he wanted me to give in to him, wanted me to call him my master and mean it, wanted it to end, it wasn’t only me who was tired of this game, I knew his heart was hurting from how much pain he’d inflicted, from having to stay cold to me, from not being able to be himself to me, for four days, four days straight, and that hurt me more then anything else.
He swallows back the last piece of dignity I had and spoke softly to him, making him turn to look at me as I spoke, “Mon petit, master, please, just let me go, please…” I said a mere whisper, shutting my eyes as tears rolled down my face.
I felt more then heard him move to the bed, reach up and undo the chains, unlocking them, my arms finally free, I moved them down to me, cradling them against my chest, curling up slightly, the wax that had been poured over my cuts breaking, making the wounds open back up, making me cry out, I shut my eyes even tighter, feeling more of my blood leaving me, I looked up at him, wanting to go to our room, away from this torture room, watching him back away, beginning to clean up, but watching me, I knew what he expected me to do, expected me to misbehave, to lash out, to attack him.
I slide off the bed, landing on my feet and within seconds my knees buckled beneath me, making my knees slam down hard against the floor, landing on my hands, curling my fingers in the carpet as I cry out loudly from the pain, trying to stay calm, the world instantly rotating around me, making it so I can’t see, can’t focus, nothing.
I wait till the world steadies itself out before trying to stand again, finding I don’t even have the energy to push up off my hands, letting out a pitiful whimper, knowing I’m fucking helpless, trying with all my might to move, panting hard from the effort, making everything blur again, knowing I’m moments from passing out.
I shut my eyes, feeling my body sway slightly, before feeling strong small arms wrap around me ever so gently, pulling me up off the ground, trying not to touch me anywhere I’m hurt but being unable to, my arms lock around their neck slowly, allowing them to carry me to the other bedroom, laying me down on the dark green and blue satin sheets, stroking my hair out of my face gently, kissing my forehead, my arms still around their neck, never wanting to let go, opening my eyes to look at him, whispering softly, “I love you,” as his lips move to kiss the bridge of my nose then down to my lips, the kiss stealing a gasp from me, almost feeling like his lips are love themselves but then like he was going to devour me through it.
I knew in that moment, how much I loved him, and adored him, it took what he did to me, to realize how I am just his little bitch, and he is the master, that he controls me in more ways then he knows, it may have taken four days, but it’s all the same.
I open my eyes as he pulls away, knowing he smiling, I look him over, slowly licking my lips, whispering, “water.”
He leaves the room, having only the rope lights on around the bed, the small stars attached to the ceiling lit up as well, leaving the room to appear that the rope light is just fire flies moving slowly, and the stars are real stars lost forever up in the endless sky.
He comes back, helping me sit up and letting me down another cup full of water, I pull him down onto the bed with me, my hands fumbling with his belt, hating how the leather feels against me tattered skin, he pushes my hands away, seeing how weak I am, and undresses himself, he lays at my side, touching the places on my body that are not damaged, kissing at the skin behind my ears gently, nibbling at it.
My eyes slowly close, knowing we’re both exhausted from the past two days, wanting nothing more but for the pain to go away and just be held for the next forever.
He pulls my to look at him, forcing my eyes open, whispering to me gently, “when your healed, I’ll reward you if you can behave, I hope you’ve learned your lesson and are ready now to become my eternal lover.”
He spoke with a slight smirk, still playing his roll, moving to get the fangs out of his mouth and setting them into the containers that hold them, pulling the blankets about us, letting us rest in our own little world, in eternal darkness.
I don’t think he’ll ever realize what the four days meant to me, how much power I gave him in letting him do what he did, how much I’ll hate when the marks are all gone, but at least he knows when thing from it all, he’s stuck with me now, for good, he knows I love him, because he knows I wouldn’t have let him do what he did if I didn’t.
I guess we needed the time to learn that I don’t allow a lot of people in a lot of ways, he possessed my body now, entirely, god only knows what he will come up with to possess my mind.