Difference between revisions of "Trail Of Tears: Arts of Love"

Latest revision as of 04:07, 22 January 2014

Cilan blinks awake. The dim light shining in her eyes from a window high overhead. Cold surrounding her, tickling over her naked flesh. The steel roof thirty feet overhead the only thing she can see, her head not able to move, gaze locked straight upward.

With a tired groan, Cilan blinks and stares blearily outwards, her first reaction is to try to rub her eyes. Its then that she notices that her body is unwilling to respond, and panic begins to ebb, beginning with quick paced, shallow breaths, and her eyes scanning what little she can see in her locked position. Though after a while she figures panic would be the worst thing she can do at this point, her breaths soon slow once more and she thinks rationally, 'how did I get here, where am I, and most importantly, how do I get out?' flashing through her mind as she tries to hash together a plan.

A cold scaled hand is rest on Cilan's bare flesh, uncomfortably close to her hips, claws resting gently. A head leans over, Kale's face, but something is wrong with her eyes, they never looked like they do. Her soft voice says. "So much less frail than this specimen. She broke rather fast, I was dissapointed in my dear Selene's choice before. Lets hope you are an improvement." the grin on Kale's face is truly horrifying.

"K-Kale?" Cilan asks, her eyes moving, or at least trying to move to the source of the voice, to look upon the old sight, "No.. her father.." her words seem almost muffled, strangled as her sluggish body tries to pronounce them, though the pure hatred can be heard as she growls, "When.. I am able to.. I will make sure you burn in hell!" Though with little else at her disposal, the soldier goes back to trying to get her body to move, struggling with the impossible.

Kale' mocks looking hurt, and then shrugs. "I simply wish to keep my darling daughter safe from predators like you. Only I can keep her truly safe, and my only crime is letting her fall into traps like you, and her." he shivers, Kale's body looking frail and light, and then walks away out of sight. "Struggling won't work. I spent a while finding a drug to keep your little friend asleep. I'm sorry it has certain... side effects that make this less pleasurable for both of us." The sound of metal on metal fills the room, echoing off the ceiling and walls far off.

Cilan growls, "You sick, and twisted fuck.. you.. really are messed in the head, y'know that?!" as Selene's father departs. With nothing else at her disposal, Cilan breathes a slow sigh and mumbles, "God damn..Gran's gonna give me an earful when I get back.." her eyes go wide then and she thinks to herself, 'Wait, what did he mean side effects?' though the thought is futile and is quickly forgotten as she goes to more important things like trying to gather the willpower to break the drug.

Cilan feels a sharp pain in her thigh, a needle sinking deep. "A booster, of course we can't have our little friend waking up now can we? Not until they and I have a little talk anyway." the hand resting on Cil still cold, but no longer scaley, a masculine grip. And then something else cold and sharp pressing near her navel. A hand slides behind her head, adjusting her neck so that she's looking down over her naked body, a knife resting on its point on her stomach, a few other tools nearby on the oversized table. Selene's father doesn't look like he's aged a day, actually looking younger, dressed sharply and has an almost military air to him. "There there, since you're going to be a little numb we'll need to make sure you're able to properly experience my gift to dearest Selene."

Cilan winces, and grits her teeth as the needles pierce her flesh in multiple places, a weak growl again is called out, though no words come with it, just a sign of anger for her captor. As her neck is craned, and the knife is noticed her breaths again come quickly in sharp bursts, "The hell are you talking about? What gift? What're you going to do with that knife?"

His eyes stare straight at her, as he presses the knife into her flesh, "Art." is is response. While she can see it, and feels the pain, it seems... detached almost. "You will be a lesson to anyone trying to put my dearest Selene in danger. A mosaic for the ages." that terrifying grin is back, this time on a human face.

Cilan grits her teeth once more as the blade pierces her flesh, though by strength of will alone she resists the urge to scream, to offer this sick and twisted fuck the pleasure of hearing her voice howl out in pain. "Gnrah!.. /I/ would /never/ put Selene in danger!" she gulps back a breath of air, trying to stablize her mind, and rebuild any fallen walls in her willpower caused by the blade being pressed into her.

He leans in close, head resting sideways on Cilan's left breast, ear over her heart, blocking the view of the knife, which remains embedded inside her. He raises his free hand up to gently place a finger over her lips. "You will see, it will be a wonderful gift. My masterpiece will be this, you will make me stronger while I paint the world." and the knife moves downward, opening her navel, heading down her belly.

A breath catches in Cilan's throat as the blade comes to a rest, and a hand is pressed against her breast, only to be expelled with, "Burn.. in.. hell!". As the blade moves once more to cut her stomach open, Cilan's eyes clamp shut and she grits her teeth, though her mental defences begin to fail as a single tear forms and rolls down her cheek, and a scream of pain howls out into the room as she is opened up with her own weapon.

Cilan has spent days in and out of conciousness. Every time she wakes up, he's nearby, a gentle carress, or a cut of a knife to greet soon after. He appears to be working on some sort of painting nearby, the canvas stained with shades of red, though he only seem to work on it when she's under. With a weak cough and groan, Cilan's eyes slide open, the mere task seeming arduous in itself, not because its hard but rather due to the fact that the soldier knows what will soon be coming. "So.. you fucking coward.. what's it gonna be this time?" she asks aloud, her voice cracked, and weak, "Rape? Torture?" with another cough, and pause she asks, "Both? Wouldnt put it past you to do something like that, you sick fuck.."

"Shhhhh, we're almost there my dear. It's almost ready." a wide grin as he slips closer. His mouth just above hers, as his cold, soulless eyes look into hers. "You aren't standard, or plain. You're going to be so much more for me. We just need to unlock certain things inside you." his lips moving into a wide smile. He pulls something into view, a wine glass full of viscous red fluid. He swirls it around, and sips at it. "Yes, you will be quite wonderful my dear. Now sleep." and with that he presses something into her again, and she feels sleep pulling at her.Some time later she drifts from weird dreams, images, seeing human girls, woman, tied up and being tortured. And then she recognizes Skylar, a whip wrapped around her ankle. They fragment more and more, and then her eyes open. Her muscles surge with power, her dragon coming to the surface.

Cilan's eyes go wide, 'an out' she thinks to herself as she feels the dragon, her protector, and partner coming to the surface, "Almost.. there.." she rasps aloud, its then that she closes her eyes once more and concentrates on the beast within, trying to become the dragon before its put under by the sedative once more. All the while, a grin pulls at her lips. Revenge.

She can feel the power coming to her, a massive burst of power, closer, and scales push from her skin, muscles growing, the metal binding her popping and snapping, her arms free. And then suddenly like a drain, she feels energy flowing out of her, somewhere else. Her scales finish coming in, but the growth, the energy and power, they stop coming.

Cilan sits up and looks around, her now crimson gaze sweeping across the room for anything that could be used as a weapon, atleast for a moment before she looks to the leg manacles and tears at them, ripping the things off and finally freeing her from the table she had laid on for so long. "Free.. I'm free.." she says with a twisted laugh, and again she sets at looking for weapons, anything she can use to get herself out. The woman putting everything but revenge out of her mind, including the strange drain of energy.[[Category:[REDACTED] Events]]