Post by Murdoc on Aug 21, 2016 23:17:32 GMT -5
“Take me to him this INSTANT.”
As simple a command as she can muster, and my GOODNESS! How the uniforms scattered to set in motion her demand. The THUNK of four-inch boot heels echo along the concrete walls, though one would be forgiven for imagining the sound to be a man’s heart dropping into his stomach. Impatience is written onto her features by the hands of the clock; it is late and she would rather be resting comfortably in her den.
Within moments, a nameless man-suit beckons for her to follow. Immediately pushing past him, the only response he can manage is to sputter out directions as she moves forward. Left ... right. Third door on the left. End of the hall. The entire wing is empty (probably to avoid a ... situation) and every little moth’s buzz can be heard from the doorway.
'My Queen. Funny you should find me here ... “. Almost an amused tone weaves through his words; she can barely contain a chuckle. “Save your breath, sir. Our bed is ENTIRELY too empty for my tastes.” Touché. He hesitates to respond, likely considering the events that led him to his current predicament. After a long and pointed stretch of silence, only two words suffice as far as he is concerned.
“You saw.”
She nods as her legs instinctively begin to carry her towards the end of the hall. The steel bars strike her as welcoming. Inviting. Fingers would dance gracefully along them as she considered the spartan quarters, and in that moment she knew he would be just as comfortable here as he would be at home ... considering his current state of mind. Or, rather, the state of mind she imagines him to be in.
Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, Eira is able to take in the sight of her King in ALL his glory.
As luck would have it, she finds the image oddly ... enticing.
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“You saw.”
“Of course I saw. Along with millions across the planet. I might have been one of the FEW that found it ABSOLUTELY erotic in its’ barbarism. And here you are denying me your company for the night. Tsk, it’s not nice to do such a thing.” I smile beneath the hood affixed to my neck. The thought of Return to Glory followed by combing the depths of the Queen of the house is maddening, to say the least. I can feel my black heart beating faster and my pulse quickening, pumping fire through my veins. I desire her in more ways than even -I- can express.
Alas ...
I take care to still my extremities even in the face of these thoughts; I don’t need to have someone sent again. The first time, I ended up in this padded room on wheels. The leather bands hold my ankles and wrists in place, while even more straps hold my shoulders back and my waist snug against the back of the chair. WHOLLY unnecessary in my eyes. The gray jumpsuit does nothing for my fashion, though it’s likely a damn sight safer for everyone if the clothes I wore HERE were stored elsewhere. Who KNOWS what may have been stored in them(wink wink)?
“A thousand pardons, my Queen. If only I could be there to warm the sheets.” The light clink of jewelry against the bars in front of me, I can almost imagining her moaning seductively at the hint of night-time escapades ... that warm tongue peeking through and moistening her Cheshire grin. It’s enough to make me WANT to repent for my actions earlier ... though I would only replace it with FAR more blasphemous sins later on. At least it’d be under my own fucking roof then.
“Have they told you anything of what I am to expect in the coming hours?” I have to change the subject, and QUICKLY. The images racing through my head, I can find the snapshots blurring between violence, bloodshed and lust. Not a good thing, all things considered. “Not as of yet, no. Though from what I’ve gathered, you won’t be coming home this evening.”
“GOD DAMNIT!” The echo startles even me, though the electric buzzing means I have royally fucked up. She realizes as well that I may have made things slightly worse for myself. Backing away from the bars quickly, she knows that at any moment ...
... the sound of several pairs of steel-toed, government issued boots begin to tromp towards us. As they rush the immediate area, I can hear the sounds of shuffling and ushering. They’re escorting her out. What did they EXPECT to happen? What did -I- expect to happen? After all that, and she’s being shuffled out NOW?! The object of my desire being taken from my presence so soon? I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut, I should’ve stayed mum ...
Now ... my desire is gone, and all that is left before me is ... Officer McCarthy. There is no person on the planet more contemptible at this moment than his fat, pudgy marshmallow face to JUST WAITING to be re-arranged. “Shouldn’t have made so much noise, big boy. Now we have t’ take away your toys. Shame, too ... she’s a pretty one. But you know what they say: if you can’t play nice ... “
...
... when I get free, I’m going to firebomb your house.
You keep your goddamned mouth shut, or you’ll be eating through a straw for the next three months. I --
... oh god. OH ... UNNNNNNGH. Yessssssss ...
... this is good. Yes. YES. You fuck. Keep on. Keep running your suck-hole. Give me something to focus on. You’ve seriously fucked up, you realize that? You have no clue what you’re doing for me. I’m not going to be in here forever, Stay-Puft. And when I get out? They’re going to put me back in that ring. It would be SUCH a blow to Michael Wryght’s little campaign if he got rid of anyone who caused him problems by chucking him in the big house.
No. NO. Nonono. He’s going to recommend I be released so I can fulfill my contract. Any other outcome wouldn’t do at ALL; how he’d look if he were to disappoint his constituents! He’s gonna recommend I come back to the Pure Class Arena for Trauma so I can get my final come-uppance! The Final Showdown with Michael Wryght standing triumphant over the evil and bastardly Murdoc! Only one problem with that ...
... he’s full of SHIT. He’s deluding himself if he thinks he has a snowball’s chance in HELL of beating me. He’s TRIED. He’s tried, and he’s failed. SO many times before. The thing that makes it worse, Wryght, is that THOSE times? It was just for the fact that I couldn’t stand you. NOW? Now I have an actual REASON to beat you! I am going to take that World Title from Grimm ...
... and I am going to be wearing that 14 pounds of gold in the first picture I take with my daughter.