Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 10:25:55 GMT -5
The startling discovery of water was anything but a peaceful way to wake her. The cold feasting on her dirty skin was nothing more than a distraction from the waking terror. Her hands trembling as the ice cold water flowed from her head and down the chair she was still tied down to. The chair continued its displeasure at the 3 week ordeal but screamed ever more when Amy’s capture leant down on the arms with the palms of his hands. Causing them both to be nose to nose, Amy found herself wondering why Kristoff allowed darkness around him. After all he was a handsome man, locks of black hair hanging from his forehead causing his features to seem mysterious and Amy couldn't help but wonder exactly what they would look like in a normal situation. However sat here nose to nose, fear continued to fester and float around the room as Kristoff continued his assault of words.
“Have you finally seen it? Seen how I can save you from all the hurts you and all that means to cause you pain? I can open your eyes to the world and how it really is.” The usual words floated from his mouth and slithered their way in the air before forcing their way into her ears. “Is it not time that you finally saw, how much you mean to me?”
The last few words forced a shiver to erupt up and down her body, she knew it was already happening. She knew the feelings were infecting her body like a disease. She had spent the last few days thinking it was a version of Stockholm Syndrome but not able to shake away the feeling that it could be something more, something more ritualistic. After a few days the feelings had reared their heads but that was surely Stockholm Syndrome, the need to put feelings towards her captor to try and make sense of the situation she was in. However the feelings came, went and came back again despite the beatings and the verbal attacks. It seemed crazy to her that here she sat, bloody and dirty and praying for reprieve and yet her captor had turned into her target of affection. She knew she wanted freedom but for some reason she didn't crave it, scared that it would be the last time she saw him.
“Now I don’t want to just hear that you understand, I want to see it and the pleasing thing is, I am starting to see it…” The smile could be heard in the words, the dripping of excitement could be seen on his face as she allowed her green eyes to inspect. Kristoff’s brow seemed to ruffle its way down his face as he noticed something, what he noticed she didn’t know but suddenly his demeanour changed and the smile turned from frightening to of joy. Whatever he had seen had definitely excited him and caused all the anger, spite and destruction to flow out of him and instead a warming whooshed out of his pores and caressed her. “Finally…”
Kristoff’s hands slowly but surely felt their way from the arms of the chair to settling comfortably in her hands, the smile growing ever gentler. That was when she felt the rope loosening, this was her chance! This was the time she had been waiting for, to try and run, after all Kristoff didn’t surely believe she would be following his every word? As the ropes fell flaccidly from the chair and softly landed on the floor, Kristoff backed away from the chair, allowing her room to try and move her legs. She tried but instead of standing, she fell down to the floor, legs numb from the lack of movement for three weeks. Kristoff continued to back away, why was he not helping her? But the question was quickly answered.
“Come on Amy, you are stronger than that! I have set you free and your legs will not be the burden! You will show your strength, you are now following me and my followers are not WEAK!” The final word was more of an order than anything and it resurged her body, causing some strength she had never felt before. The strength vibrated from her head all the way down to her toes and she felt them move, her legs tensed and she fondled for the chair behind her. With a noise that slightly resembled a scream of pain she allowed the shake and tremble of coarse through her body and as she scrunched her eyes shut, she felt movement and when she finally opened them, she was standing with the help of the chair.
She looked across the room and there stood Kristoff, proud as if his child had taken their first steps. With a crazy amount of speed, Kristoff suddenly scooped her into a hug and she allowed herself to fall into the embrace. Her legs felt weak again and she rested in Kristoff’s muscular chest but she was forced to balance again as Kristoff suddenly backed off of her and instead pointed at the door that was a few feet away from them.
“Here is your chance Amy, don’t pretend you hadn’t already thought of it. This is your chance to leave…” The words shocked her and she spent a few seconds peering from the door, to Kristoff and back again. She knew what she felt and she knew this was the moment, this was her last moment of humanity before…
“No, I don’t want to…”
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“It’s a pity you have not been by my side Amy, we could have had fun these last few weeks. After defeating Braddock, I brought Nathan Santini back down to Earth in a big way and not only but I am facing Derek Cosmos at Mass Destruction. Derek Cosmos, a man that was defeated by, shall we say unorthodox methods at Trauma 168? It’s a shame because Derek Cosmos seems like just the sort of person that would benefit from becoming one of mine. After all it’s been how long since you last won Derek? I could change all that, listening to what I have to say could change your whole mindset and you can go from MIA to a noticed. Or there is the other option and well…I don’t think you will like that option. You see I either get my way or I sacrifice and sacrificial lambs don’t get better than you Derek. An after thought in the true scheme of Pure Class Wrestling coming face to face with the up and comer of the place. After all, we have to give them a true show at the biggest show of them all don’t we? Mass Destruction will be the start, people may be starting to notice Kristoff Michaelson but after Mass Destruction they will have no choice but to see my evil.”
Kristoff Michaelson stood in front of the camera with his trademark locks hanging down his face, an evil green stretching lazily across his face whilst the darks of his eyes stared emotionless outwards…
“Derek Cosmos, spend your last few hours enjoying freedom because when Mass Destruction rolls around it won’t just be “another match” for me, this is my center stage, this is my “Mass Destruction moment”, to scar the history books with my name and everyone will be able to look back and see Kristoff Michaelson’s name defeating Derek Cosmos. The clocks will strike at Mass Destruction and the drip feed of my poison will continue to infect PCW with Derek Cosmos becoming another one for the wall. Tick tock Derek Cosmos……tick tock”
“Have you finally seen it? Seen how I can save you from all the hurts you and all that means to cause you pain? I can open your eyes to the world and how it really is.” The usual words floated from his mouth and slithered their way in the air before forcing their way into her ears. “Is it not time that you finally saw, how much you mean to me?”
The last few words forced a shiver to erupt up and down her body, she knew it was already happening. She knew the feelings were infecting her body like a disease. She had spent the last few days thinking it was a version of Stockholm Syndrome but not able to shake away the feeling that it could be something more, something more ritualistic. After a few days the feelings had reared their heads but that was surely Stockholm Syndrome, the need to put feelings towards her captor to try and make sense of the situation she was in. However the feelings came, went and came back again despite the beatings and the verbal attacks. It seemed crazy to her that here she sat, bloody and dirty and praying for reprieve and yet her captor had turned into her target of affection. She knew she wanted freedom but for some reason she didn't crave it, scared that it would be the last time she saw him.
“Now I don’t want to just hear that you understand, I want to see it and the pleasing thing is, I am starting to see it…” The smile could be heard in the words, the dripping of excitement could be seen on his face as she allowed her green eyes to inspect. Kristoff’s brow seemed to ruffle its way down his face as he noticed something, what he noticed she didn’t know but suddenly his demeanour changed and the smile turned from frightening to of joy. Whatever he had seen had definitely excited him and caused all the anger, spite and destruction to flow out of him and instead a warming whooshed out of his pores and caressed her. “Finally…”
Kristoff’s hands slowly but surely felt their way from the arms of the chair to settling comfortably in her hands, the smile growing ever gentler. That was when she felt the rope loosening, this was her chance! This was the time she had been waiting for, to try and run, after all Kristoff didn’t surely believe she would be following his every word? As the ropes fell flaccidly from the chair and softly landed on the floor, Kristoff backed away from the chair, allowing her room to try and move her legs. She tried but instead of standing, she fell down to the floor, legs numb from the lack of movement for three weeks. Kristoff continued to back away, why was he not helping her? But the question was quickly answered.
“Come on Amy, you are stronger than that! I have set you free and your legs will not be the burden! You will show your strength, you are now following me and my followers are not WEAK!” The final word was more of an order than anything and it resurged her body, causing some strength she had never felt before. The strength vibrated from her head all the way down to her toes and she felt them move, her legs tensed and she fondled for the chair behind her. With a noise that slightly resembled a scream of pain she allowed the shake and tremble of coarse through her body and as she scrunched her eyes shut, she felt movement and when she finally opened them, she was standing with the help of the chair.
She looked across the room and there stood Kristoff, proud as if his child had taken their first steps. With a crazy amount of speed, Kristoff suddenly scooped her into a hug and she allowed herself to fall into the embrace. Her legs felt weak again and she rested in Kristoff’s muscular chest but she was forced to balance again as Kristoff suddenly backed off of her and instead pointed at the door that was a few feet away from them.
“Here is your chance Amy, don’t pretend you hadn’t already thought of it. This is your chance to leave…” The words shocked her and she spent a few seconds peering from the door, to Kristoff and back again. She knew what she felt and she knew this was the moment, this was her last moment of humanity before…
“No, I don’t want to…”
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“It’s a pity you have not been by my side Amy, we could have had fun these last few weeks. After defeating Braddock, I brought Nathan Santini back down to Earth in a big way and not only but I am facing Derek Cosmos at Mass Destruction. Derek Cosmos, a man that was defeated by, shall we say unorthodox methods at Trauma 168? It’s a shame because Derek Cosmos seems like just the sort of person that would benefit from becoming one of mine. After all it’s been how long since you last won Derek? I could change all that, listening to what I have to say could change your whole mindset and you can go from MIA to a noticed. Or there is the other option and well…I don’t think you will like that option. You see I either get my way or I sacrifice and sacrificial lambs don’t get better than you Derek. An after thought in the true scheme of Pure Class Wrestling coming face to face with the up and comer of the place. After all, we have to give them a true show at the biggest show of them all don’t we? Mass Destruction will be the start, people may be starting to notice Kristoff Michaelson but after Mass Destruction they will have no choice but to see my evil.”
Kristoff Michaelson stood in front of the camera with his trademark locks hanging down his face, an evil green stretching lazily across his face whilst the darks of his eyes stared emotionless outwards…
“Derek Cosmos, spend your last few hours enjoying freedom because when Mass Destruction rolls around it won’t just be “another match” for me, this is my center stage, this is my “Mass Destruction moment”, to scar the history books with my name and everyone will be able to look back and see Kristoff Michaelson’s name defeating Derek Cosmos. The clocks will strike at Mass Destruction and the drip feed of my poison will continue to infect PCW with Derek Cosmos becoming another one for the wall. Tick tock Derek Cosmos……tick tock”