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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:47:13 GMT -5
He dropped her arm and turned around closing the door keeping them both inside. "Now you listen to me," he said in a low voice. "You are mine, you gave yourself to me. You do nothing unless I say, include leaving. You work here now, nothing more, nothing less. You listen to me. You don't listen you'll be punished. That's all there is to it." The knife caught what little light came under the door. "Understand?"
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:48:31 GMT -5
"No...." she replied. "I am NOT yours. You don't own me." she told him angrily. She kept a nervous eye on the knife, thinking that maybe she should look into learning to keep her mouth shut.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 23:01:21 GMT -5
"But I do, when you agreed to work here you handed yourself over to me body and soul. You put on the dress I gave you, wore all the make up I asked you to put on, and stole money. Besides... I could always just turn you into the refuge... you'd never see the light of day again. But I like the idea of keeping you here better... I give out a harsher punishment," he said with an evil smirk.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:05:15 GMT -5
SlingShot slapped him. Right across the face. She couldn't help it. She did it without thinking and instantly regretted it.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:13:52 GMT -5
As she should have. He grabbed a hold of the hand that had just slapped him and pinned it up against the wall. "You made a big mistake girl," he said as he ran the knife along her arm putting a cut on it, but not doing any damage to kill her, but it would definatly leave a mark and hurt for a while.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:15:37 GMT -5
SlingShot winced a bit and bit down on her lip, but didn't make a sound. She wouldn't show pain to him, she refused.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:26:10 GMT -5
He held onto her arm and let the wound bleed. He woudln't release her and wouldn't let her touch it. "You're staying here... got me? You're staying here until and unless I say other wise," he glared towards her angrily.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:26:59 GMT -5
SlingShot shook her head. She refused. The wound hurt and she lifted her free hand to touch it, to put some pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:32:59 GMT -5
Nick stepped infront of her closing the knife as he did. With his other hand he restrained her completely against the wall. "You sure about that? Trust me," he said as he pulled back his hand long enough to open the switch blade again and press it against her arm, "this is not something you wanna do."
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:37:20 GMT -5
SlingShot smirked, trying to be fearless. After all, she was Brooklyn. "Whatever you do to me... I won't stay here.... no one in their right mind would..." she told him. Even if he killed her, she'd be getting her way.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:47:26 GMT -5
"Possible, but they don't have a choice," he said with a shrug as he plunged the knife into her other arm, making a deeper cut into this arm, restraining her still. She would not be pretty when she came out of this closet... well, IF she came out of this closet.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 22:48:55 GMT -5
SlingShot bit back a cry, biting down on her lip so hard that it began to bleed. She still didn't make a noise. She wouldn't show him any more weakness than she already might have. She wouldn't let him break her down.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 22:57:51 GMT -5
Whether or not she would let him meant little to him, for he'd keep trying anyway. "Give up yet?" he asked as he brought the blade to her stomach as he touched the blunt edge of the blade against her shirt.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Oct 29, 2006 23:00:23 GMT -5
SlingShot squeezed her eyes shut and didn't supply and answer, just braced herself for any pain that might be to come.
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Post by nicky on Oct 29, 2006 23:04:46 GMT -5
"Well?" he asked pressing a little harder with the knife, but not with the sharp side so it woudln't break the skin. She had better say something... or he'd make her wish she was never born, or that she was dead, but he woulnd't kill her... that would be mercy.
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