Post by Dollface on May 22, 2015 21:59:50 GMT -5
Kelli sits, oddly calm, and considers her situation, remembering the last few days. The Black Hand breathing down her neck to win the International Championship (from Nathan in particular), and aforementioned Nathan in particular wanting to ... well, do SOMETHING with her neck, likely involving a sharp twisting motion. Shimmery blue lids closing over her pale jade eyes, she heaves a long suffering sigh and flops back onto her rainbow tiger print (totally a thing) comforter in a fit of super serious angst.
((No it’s fine. Really. This is TOTALLY where I wanted to be. Living a Legacy VII, the clock counting down, and here I am JUST getting ready. Don’t even GO there with the jokes about how long it takes a chick to get ready, if you had to get into these pants you’d need an early start too. Then again, to get into these pants requires dat ass, so I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be just fine.
Pants.
Ass.
You see where I’m going with this? Cool, neither do I. Not a fucking clue, in fact. So let’s jump right in!))
Her mind flashes back to Sadistic’s words after she had done all her “chores”. “This isn’t something you can just PLAY AT!” spittle flying from between his cracked lips as he ranted and stomped around the house he shared with Ruth and Grimm.
((Bee-tee-dubs, he’s scary when he’s annoyed. Just in case you didn’t know. Also, Ruth creeps me the fuck out.))
“I told you to STEAL SOMETHING, not give someone a GIFT BASKET! You didn’t TAKE anything belonging to the boy!”
Kelli stands up from the really ugly and not very comfortable chair, shouting right back at Sadistic like a rebellious child.
“I did TOO! I stole time with his MOTHER. You know, the woman who’s trying to raise him ALONE because his father was the subject of another one of the Black Hand’s little LESSONS?”
Sadistic blinks, taken aback for a brief moment.
“Seriously? Dude, don’t EVEN act like you’re surprised, NOBODY IN HANGTOWN can keep their freaking mouths shut. I swear to god it’s like the entire town is populated with the most depressed possible version of a middle school cafeteria I’ve ever seen.”
Sadistic opens his mouth but Kelli screeches on, undaunted. Well, maybe a little daunted, but you should never let a daunt get in the way of a good screeching.
“So this little brat stole a pencil, whoop-dee-shit, like THAT doesn’t happen at pretty much any elementary school ever? But where the kid is REALLY screwing up is at home. Teach him to value his mother by showing him what happens when she’s not there for him, and then he’ll LISTEN to her when she tells him not to gank some other kid’s crap. BOOM.”
Staring straight at her with those damn creepy antifreeze eyes, Sadistic scrubs one calloused hand over his mouth.
“What about the store? Jacob slighted a MANURE farmer and I told you to -”
“You TOLD me to replace his shipment of grains with something fitting. So I DID. Dude, have you BEEN in that place lately? It’s boring as FUCK! There’s pretty much NOTHING there but roots and tools and dried things. It’s awful. So I gave him something fitting - something he’s NEVER had in there and might actually cheer some of you grouchy little Hangtowners - Hangtownites? Hangtownees... Hangtownians...”
“Get to the POINT, Candy Girl.”
“Might actually cheer some of you jerks up. You jerks that live in Hangtown to be specific.”
Sadistic rests his face in one palm, a gusty sigh blowing foul air from between his fingers. “A MANURE farmer, Kelli. MANURE. How could you not -”
“If you wanted me to send him a wagon of literal crap, all you had to do was say so. Not my fault you left things up to my interpretation, is it?”
“Okay, so now for Smotts. Care to tell me what THAT was all about?”
Kelli stares at him, completely confused.
“You... you told me to decorate. I couldn’t make it any prettier with what I had on me. I even gave that stupid scarecrow one of my favorite sets of -”
Sadistic waves his hand in her face to stop her. “We know. We all know. EVERYONE. KNOWS. Everyone knows that someone associated with the Black Hand put lingerie on a scarecrow.”
Kelli grins cheerfully at him. “You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t say thank you. On to the last one. You do realize that to choke someone in this instance means -”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have a dick to jam down his throat.”
Sadistic goggles at Kelli, having heard what was somehow the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry, you - you what?”
“I don’t have a dick to choke him with, or I would have done THAT. If you don’t believe me I can totally show you -” Kelli goes to peel down her waistband, Sadistic shooting one hand out and swatting at her.
“NO. God no. I believe you. That is not necessary. But, really, licorice? You strangled him with LICORICE?! The EMT’s were able to revive him, you know.”
“Well yeah. You didn’t tell me to KILL the guy. Besides, he saw a hot chick after being all domestic abuse with his woman, then he saw himself being choked the fuck out by a hot chick. Maybe he’ll connect the dots not to choke people. It’s not nice.”
“You... you...”
“I did EVERYTHING like you said.” Kelli’s eyes narrow, her tone dropping to an uncomfortably somber pitch. “I did EVERYTHING you said, and I am still HERE.”
Sadistic gives her a beaming, beatific smile, hands spread out like a benevolent uncle. “Kelli, my darling -”
“I am NOT your darling.”
Sadistic’s smile vanishes in an instant, his jaw clenching to grate jagged teeth against each other to the sick, grinding sound of bone against bone. Leaning his craggy face in close, he hisses at her with pinpointed malice.
“You aren’t HIS darling anymore, either, Candy Girl. Don’t you DARE forget it.”
Her face falls and she stares at the ground, cheeks flushing a dark red. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Throwing her head back, she glares straight at him with tear filled eyes. “You. Are. An. ASSHOLE!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, she stomps one pink booted foot for emphasis. “I HATE you! I hate this stupid shack! I hate Grimm going along with everything you say, and I HATE RUTH AND HER STUPID TEA!”
Billy chuckles darkly, his eyes flashing angrily. “Mind your tongue, girl, or I’ll have it out by the roots. Nathan might not want you then, though of course there are other places he can stuff his -”
The sharp sound of her hand against his face rings out through the shack, a broad, eager smile splitting Sadistic’s terrible mouth. In an instant he has a fistful of her cotton candy curls, jerking her head back sharply and slamming it into the wall behind her, using sheer mass to crush her body between the unyielding surface behind her and his own body in front of her. Mouth hovering close to her low neckline, breath moving up her neck, he twists her head angrily to one side and lays a light scattering of sharp slices into the back of her neck with one quick nip as she struggles against him.
“GET OFF OF ME!” Her shriek tears through the air as she fights him, Sadistic letting go easily and stepping back. Licking his lips pointedly he stares at her as she fights to regain composure, clearly restraining the urge to attack.
“Your next chore is very simple, Candy Girl. Come Living a Legacy VII, you WILL go into that ring with Nathan. You WILL see to it that he fights you, and you WILL win.”
Rubbing at the back of her neck, Kelli’s face goes ashen as her hand comes away streaked with blood, staring aghast at the man across from her directing her fate.
“If I am convinced that you have done your best, I will give you what you want.” Kelli’s face lights up with pure, unadulterated hope. “Convince me, Kelli. Make me believe it.”
Kelli turns to go, but Sadistic grabs her arm, clawed fingers digging in to supple flesh.
“Or, my little Candy Girl, we are going to count how many bites it takes to get to the center of your SOUL.”
((No it’s fine. Really. This is TOTALLY where I wanted to be. Living a Legacy VII, the clock counting down, and here I am JUST getting ready. Don’t even GO there with the jokes about how long it takes a chick to get ready, if you had to get into these pants you’d need an early start too. Then again, to get into these pants requires dat ass, so I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be just fine.
Pants.
Ass.
You see where I’m going with this? Cool, neither do I. Not a fucking clue, in fact. So let’s jump right in!))
Her mind flashes back to Sadistic’s words after she had done all her “chores”. “This isn’t something you can just PLAY AT!” spittle flying from between his cracked lips as he ranted and stomped around the house he shared with Ruth and Grimm.
((Bee-tee-dubs, he’s scary when he’s annoyed. Just in case you didn’t know. Also, Ruth creeps me the fuck out.))
“I told you to STEAL SOMETHING, not give someone a GIFT BASKET! You didn’t TAKE anything belonging to the boy!”
Kelli stands up from the really ugly and not very comfortable chair, shouting right back at Sadistic like a rebellious child.
“I did TOO! I stole time with his MOTHER. You know, the woman who’s trying to raise him ALONE because his father was the subject of another one of the Black Hand’s little LESSONS?”
Sadistic blinks, taken aback for a brief moment.
“Seriously? Dude, don’t EVEN act like you’re surprised, NOBODY IN HANGTOWN can keep their freaking mouths shut. I swear to god it’s like the entire town is populated with the most depressed possible version of a middle school cafeteria I’ve ever seen.”
Sadistic opens his mouth but Kelli screeches on, undaunted. Well, maybe a little daunted, but you should never let a daunt get in the way of a good screeching.
“So this little brat stole a pencil, whoop-dee-shit, like THAT doesn’t happen at pretty much any elementary school ever? But where the kid is REALLY screwing up is at home. Teach him to value his mother by showing him what happens when she’s not there for him, and then he’ll LISTEN to her when she tells him not to gank some other kid’s crap. BOOM.”
Staring straight at her with those damn creepy antifreeze eyes, Sadistic scrubs one calloused hand over his mouth.
“What about the store? Jacob slighted a MANURE farmer and I told you to -”
“You TOLD me to replace his shipment of grains with something fitting. So I DID. Dude, have you BEEN in that place lately? It’s boring as FUCK! There’s pretty much NOTHING there but roots and tools and dried things. It’s awful. So I gave him something fitting - something he’s NEVER had in there and might actually cheer some of you grouchy little Hangtowners - Hangtownites? Hangtownees... Hangtownians...”
“Get to the POINT, Candy Girl.”
“Might actually cheer some of you jerks up. You jerks that live in Hangtown to be specific.”
Sadistic rests his face in one palm, a gusty sigh blowing foul air from between his fingers. “A MANURE farmer, Kelli. MANURE. How could you not -”
“If you wanted me to send him a wagon of literal crap, all you had to do was say so. Not my fault you left things up to my interpretation, is it?”
“Okay, so now for Smotts. Care to tell me what THAT was all about?”
Kelli stares at him, completely confused.
“You... you told me to decorate. I couldn’t make it any prettier with what I had on me. I even gave that stupid scarecrow one of my favorite sets of -”
Sadistic waves his hand in her face to stop her. “We know. We all know. EVERYONE. KNOWS. Everyone knows that someone associated with the Black Hand put lingerie on a scarecrow.”
Kelli grins cheerfully at him. “You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t say thank you. On to the last one. You do realize that to choke someone in this instance means -”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have a dick to jam down his throat.”
Sadistic goggles at Kelli, having heard what was somehow the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry, you - you what?”
“I don’t have a dick to choke him with, or I would have done THAT. If you don’t believe me I can totally show you -” Kelli goes to peel down her waistband, Sadistic shooting one hand out and swatting at her.
“NO. God no. I believe you. That is not necessary. But, really, licorice? You strangled him with LICORICE?! The EMT’s were able to revive him, you know.”
“Well yeah. You didn’t tell me to KILL the guy. Besides, he saw a hot chick after being all domestic abuse with his woman, then he saw himself being choked the fuck out by a hot chick. Maybe he’ll connect the dots not to choke people. It’s not nice.”
“You... you...”
“I did EVERYTHING like you said.” Kelli’s eyes narrow, her tone dropping to an uncomfortably somber pitch. “I did EVERYTHING you said, and I am still HERE.”
Sadistic gives her a beaming, beatific smile, hands spread out like a benevolent uncle. “Kelli, my darling -”
“I am NOT your darling.”
Sadistic’s smile vanishes in an instant, his jaw clenching to grate jagged teeth against each other to the sick, grinding sound of bone against bone. Leaning his craggy face in close, he hisses at her with pinpointed malice.
“You aren’t HIS darling anymore, either, Candy Girl. Don’t you DARE forget it.”
Her face falls and she stares at the ground, cheeks flushing a dark red. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Throwing her head back, she glares straight at him with tear filled eyes. “You. Are. An. ASSHOLE!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, she stomps one pink booted foot for emphasis. “I HATE you! I hate this stupid shack! I hate Grimm going along with everything you say, and I HATE RUTH AND HER STUPID TEA!”
Billy chuckles darkly, his eyes flashing angrily. “Mind your tongue, girl, or I’ll have it out by the roots. Nathan might not want you then, though of course there are other places he can stuff his -”
CRACK!
The sharp sound of her hand against his face rings out through the shack, a broad, eager smile splitting Sadistic’s terrible mouth. In an instant he has a fistful of her cotton candy curls, jerking her head back sharply and slamming it into the wall behind her, using sheer mass to crush her body between the unyielding surface behind her and his own body in front of her. Mouth hovering close to her low neckline, breath moving up her neck, he twists her head angrily to one side and lays a light scattering of sharp slices into the back of her neck with one quick nip as she struggles against him.
“GET OFF OF ME!” Her shriek tears through the air as she fights him, Sadistic letting go easily and stepping back. Licking his lips pointedly he stares at her as she fights to regain composure, clearly restraining the urge to attack.
“Your next chore is very simple, Candy Girl. Come Living a Legacy VII, you WILL go into that ring with Nathan. You WILL see to it that he fights you, and you WILL win.”
Rubbing at the back of her neck, Kelli’s face goes ashen as her hand comes away streaked with blood, staring aghast at the man across from her directing her fate.
“If I am convinced that you have done your best, I will give you what you want.” Kelli’s face lights up with pure, unadulterated hope. “Convince me, Kelli. Make me believe it.”
Kelli turns to go, but Sadistic grabs her arm, clawed fingers digging in to supple flesh.
“Or, my little Candy Girl, we are going to count how many bites it takes to get to the center of your SOUL.”