Jinx03
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2023
*** Disclaimer May contain graphical Violence ***
Mr. Bradly was having a good day, sitting in his lavish office behind his fancy oak desk. The businessman had an obsession with art and everything beautiful. That was evident from the choice of art that decorated the room and the many statues that were neatly placed on the glass shelves hanging on the right and left walls of the spacious office. Even the furniture was considered artistic as it was made of the fanciest of leather and crafted by masters of their craft, especially for him. He smiled at the paper that was placed on his desk. It was done, the girl he was promised was assigned to him.
Mr. Bradly had everything, he was rich, famous, and widely successful. He ran a mega-corp and had politicians and government officials in his back pocket. He never was denied anything, whatever he wanted, he got. Nothing stood in his way, he knew who to bribe, or who to pressure, and if peaceful methods didn't work, he did not shy from using violence. Nothing of course led back to him. He was quite the cunning man. A sly fox that controlled the game and loved every second of it.
Each year a report is delivered to his office of the girls joining the marriage pool. This year was no different, he looked through them and was not disappointed in the girl he got. Although he was already married and despite the fact that the system was near impossible to cheat, anyone would be willing to go an extra mile, a few extra miles to earn Mr. Bradly's favor. A powerful man like that could help one get rid of any problem they might have, but with such great promise of compensation, if you dare cross him or incur his wrath in any way, his other side is significantly ugly. Risk more than most were willing to take.
He ordered one of his many chauffeurs to go pick the girl up. Nymeria was her name and she was a timid one. She was very nice and soft-spoken and the staff at the large Villa liked her the short while she stayed. He was nothing but nice to her at first but that only lasted mere days. He was speaking over the phone with one of his associates in his office and clearly, they screwed up badly. His calm and collected facade was dropped and his true colors were on display. She passed by holding a gift for him. She suddenly heard him yelling and that frightened her. She dropped the gift and it fell to the ground and shattered to many pieces. He walked up to the door and looked up at the scared girl. His eyes glared at her and his face red with rage. "Guards! Take her!" he commanded and two hulking bodyguards came to deal and grabbed her arm. She was shocked and scared, tears running down her cheeks as they dragged her downstairs beneath the Villa end into what he called the dungeon. The place was dimly lit, there was no electricity down there instead it was lit by torches and brazers, and the whole dungeon was styled like a medieval dungeon.
They blindfolded her before leading her deeper into the dungeon, to one particular part where he kept his interrogation tool kit. Meanwhile, he was upstairs preparing to make her tell him what exactly did she hear. He had wrapped his call up after promising his associate that if matters were not settled soon, he would not rest until all those he cared for had suffered a fate worse than death before he killed them himself. He sighed as he sat the phone on the desk before loosening up his tie. He had to know what she heard, he couldn't trust her with such knowledge. Did he have to kill her? He contemplated the idea though it would be a pity, he had not got the chance to enjoy her. Well, it came to that, he would have to think of something. A sick grin was drawn on his lips as he took his fancy gray coat off then his sleeveless jacket and placed them neatly on one of the chairs. He undid the top button of his plain white shirt before making his way to the stairs.
He descended to the dungeon, rolling up his sleeves. He took off his belt and cracked it against the floor. He would not start too roughly. The room she was kept in was gloomy, to say the least, the four brick walls, two of which were lit by two torches each. A metallic door marked the entrance while the other wall had two large metal chains attached to them with iron handcuffs at the end of each one. As he entered the room, the poor girl was clad in only her underwear, blindfolded and cuffed to the wall. He could see her ears perk as he approached. He gestured for his men to leave before he directed his attention to the innocent girl. "I am really disappointed, Nymeria... I really don't want to do that so, if you are honest, I promise it will be quick," he said gently as if he was a father talking to one of his children.
"What did you hear?" he asked pausing as his eyes took in her form. "Remember, don't lie to me," he reminded her. Her answer was expected and he shook his head before smacking her behind roughly. "Tsk tsk tsk, what did I tell you, Nymeria? Do you want me to hurt you?" he pressed his middle and ring fingers against her naked back before moving them downward slowly. "I won't ask again," he whispered. He felt the tremble that ran down her spine.
He looked at her as she tried her best to deny his accusation. And although it might have been the truth, he could not take it, he could not be soft. He raised his hand and then swiftly brought it down. His leather belt ate away at her soft flesh with each hit. She cried, pleaded yet he never spoke. There was only punishment. No matter what she said or how innocent she claimed to be, it only fueled his rage and his whipping grew only more cruel. Her whimpering seized her body and grew limp, she had lost consciousness. He took a deep breath before looking over her bruised body. Wilts covered her arms, back, thighs, and her rump. He pitied her before leaving the room and heading upstairs.
Later that day, one of the maids walked into the dungeon to treat her wounds and bruises. She clearly has sympathy for her yet she could not do anything to help the young lady. But she didn't want to see yet another innocent soul corrupted by his cruelty, quite the dilemma. There had to be a way, and there was one. One of the older maids, a cynical woman who rarely talked had heard about what happened to Nymeria their newest guest. She frowned as that brought back memories she was not fond of. She was once an innocent girl forced to work for her employer and she too had made a mistake when she was a newcomer. Oh and did she suffer the consequences, the punishment left her scarred for life. While everyone pitied her with words, Helda was planning, plotting how she could help that girl keep her innocence.
Mr. Bradly had a meeting with a very influential man in another city. That typically meant the security would not be as tight. She acted as if she was going to treat Nymeria's wounds but once there, she instead undid the handcuffs allowing her a much-needed respite. She fed her, brought her a clean change of clothes, and helped navigate her through the Villa until she led her outside of its walls. "Run away! Don't stop, don't look back," she urged her. She flashed her the most genuine of reassuring smiles before she withdrew back to the Villa. Every action one makes has consequences and she made peace with hers. She just hoped that Nymeria would be able to escape a fate similar to hers.
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The Dip in the cold water was a daily thing for Chase. Every morning he would go to the lake and dip his body in the ice-cold water of the lake near his house in the woods. He had left his old life behind him and made himself a home in this wild forest. He had no electricity and functioned like a medieval human. He would feed on what he hunts or captures, keep himself warm with a wood fire, and spend his time meditating or reading. Despite that Chase was not as calm as his lifestyle would suggest. His past has been hunting him and one day it just might catch up to him.
For now, though, he was not bothered by the outside world. He enjoyed the serenity of nature, despite feeling lonely from time to time. It had been months since he had contact with another human being but that might be for the best. But it seemed his peace was about to be disrupted. He had caught some fish that he planned on grilling and sat out in the night sky with the crackling fire that he cooked the fish over. He was hungry, his stomach growling as the smell of grilled fish wafted from the fire and filled his nostrils. He picked one and dug his fangs into it then tore a chunk of it off. He chewed on the grilled meat, letting out a soft happy noise.
He finished his food and put out the fire before withdrawing to the warmth of his home. He sat near the fireplace and picked up a book to read when suddenly his wolf ears perked. His nose caught a different smell, someone was close. He slowly placed the book on a simple coffee table before he followed the scent. What would bring anyone this far into the woods? he wondered.
