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Post by thedoctor on Jan 18, 2017 22:51:01 GMT -5
| You can pretend that it ' S meant to be.
but you can't stay away from me.
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- Location: Cellblock / 2nd level / Doc's Cell
- The Players: Doc Stevens / Mistress Pain - The two the story revolves around or / Doc's Cellmate (Which won't Happen)
- Set Up: Doc has defeated Hemphill & Blake for the Global Extinction title, one that has been redesigned and renamed since his Mistress held it, but the history is still there. Doc dislikes Blake for what he done, but had to stop himself after the match as Doc is a gentleman at heart. Not to mention he would not like to lose himself and become a blood-lusting animal. He rushes to his cell after the match not stopping for anyone or anything.
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-Things open up with the empty cell block everyone is still enjoying the show (Seasons Beatings) or they are visiting with loved ones here for the show. Doc rushed to his cell and wanted to make sure that nobody followed him. -
I did it. He thinks to himself. I said I would. They all thought I am a novelty act.
-He tosses the Global Extinction title up on the top bunk in the cell and reached under his cot to grab a bag of liquid. He rips it open with his mouth and drinks it down fast before exhaling with deep pleasure. He sits down on the cot and tucks the empty bag back under it. His body is shaking from the adrenaline he normally avoids situations likes that but he had to in order to defend Pain's honor. His body instantly feels relief from his soothing drink. -
I don't need her to notice me, I just need to know I am doing my job. The people will know that title means nothing, me being champion is what is important. Her hands being dipped in it's glory. The title is just a prop, something that Blake made that is all. His mind focuses on. Not permitting himself to believe the title means anything more. Now his duty rest on doing his job as champion, her champion. Not honoring a strap of leather.
- Doc gets up and paces around for a few seconds and than lightly hits the wall, and than again, and finally since he thinks nobody is watching he hits it hard enough to crack the bricks. He shakes his head and walks over to the sink to splash cold water on himself anything to get himself to calm down. He didn't just want to defeat Blake and take away the title, he wanted to rip his head off. He looks at the reflection on the sink and sees her silhouette. He realized that he still looks horrible, but it will go away fast. He smiles thinking maybe the dark will hide that since most of the lights are out right now.-
 "MIS -his voice cracks- tress, please tell me to what I owe this great honor of you're gracing my presents?" He starts to wonder what she is here for as he feels the cut on his cheek start to heal and his eyes return to their normal color. For some reason he grows nervous when she steps inside his cell a freedom he'd never have. His eyes dart to the top bunk and how the extinction title is just laying there face down, was that why she was here?
He takes a moment biting the inside of his cheek and than looking back at her seeing her eyes fixed on him.
To Be Continued--- Mistress Pain |
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Mistress Pain
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Post by Mistress Pain on Feb 4, 2017 18:17:33 GMT -5
Mistress notices the belt on the top bunk out of the corner of her eye, but never takes her eyes off of Doc. She steps forward just a bit more so that he could see her face even in the darkness. Her leather whip coiled neatly in her right hand and she beats it against her vinyl bodysuit. Her left reaches to touch the cut on his cheek, but the second her hand gets near Doc, instinctively backed away and then a look of horror crossed his face as though he feared he offended her in some way, but Mistress smiled and dropped her hand.
I know so little about you Doc, but if rumors are to be believed around here then you want my attention and a good start is that belt you have lying face down. Now being the youngster you are, I'm sure my legacy means absolutely nothing to you, but I define that belt, I made it important again. Just like I've given every loser and oddball a home with me. All my monsters are beautiful creatures that are simply misunderstood for one reason or another. I feel you fall within that category as well, you're different and I love that about you.
I'm sure that it comes as no shock that I have been drawn to you and like so many others you want to be my number one, but that honor comes with time and hard work. I do not simply choose you to be my number one upon first glance, but you are not exactly last in line either. Like any organization you have to earn your place with various challenges that I give you. I can smell your hesitance which amuses me. I know that part of you is dying to impress me and the other wants to defy me just to see how I react. Just like that belt, though it may not be the exact belt that I carried all that time, it still holds that record. I run this prison despite what anyone says, I have the biggest faction and I decide who gets what and right now I deem you unfit to possess this title.
She snatches it with her left hand and just as he is about to protest he sees the stern look in her eyes and then hears the whip uncoil and snap on the cold cement floor and he knows that now is not the time to argue with her.
You will get this back when you earn my favor until then you will continue your quest to impress me. Questions?
To be continued by Doc-
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Post by thedoctor on Feb 5, 2017 21:33:30 GMT -5
| You can pretend that it ' S meant to be.
but you can't stay away from me.
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"No, Mistress." He replied.
Youngster? He thinks to himself. He could be offended at it, or complimented and instead just feels confused. His voice has grown stronger and is not cracking as he responds this time.
-He watches her take the title, if she was expecting to hurt his feelings than she was wrong. More less amused at how weak she must anticipate him being. Just to prove to himself that he can do it though he adds more.-
"I meant no offense, but don't forget who has spent more time on this earth. Perhaps I am a little... out of touch. I will do better. I do request that at the very least I can get credit for that. I am not standing here before you broken, or dead. Neither in the literal sense or emotionally. I really doubt someone like AJ Riot could say the same." Perhaps she will react to this perhaps she will not. Doc is not emotionally invested enough in her to care about how anything effects her and his goal is not to impress her, but he'll let her think that.
-He steps closer to her now being the slight aggressor. He knows his pheromones will entice her, he knows that if she looks into his eyes he could tug at her free will. Yet he doesn't quite feel like testing those waters quite yet. Instead he just watches her like she said he does wanting to see if she notices it at all or is oblivious like all human beings are.-
She's right it's not a shock, but her admitting it is? What's her game? His thoughts wonder while his blue eyes peer into her's.
To Be Continued--- Mistress Pain |
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Post by Mistress Pain on Feb 10, 2017 19:45:08 GMT -5
Mistress smirks while holding the title wondering if he is really unaffected or just has a really good poker face. Either way it was impressive, she has to admit, but couldn't really give off that vibe at the moment. She's trying to establish dominance so showing anything other than that would throw this whole experiment out the window. Her smirk grew wider as he tried to throw her off the game slightly by matching her dominance with a dash of his own. If this were any other time, she might have gave him the tiniest of claps for his efforts, but again this was her show not his.
Quite the showman I see, maybe I underestimated you, Doc. Maybe this belt never meant anything to you at all and that's fine. This prison has channels and every single one of them lead right back to me so we can do this the easy or the hard way, the choice is yours. Since I see that you going to test me at every turn which fine it will make breaking you that much more exciting for me. You see Doc, I hand pick my people for reasons that sometimes they don't even understand and right now I'm starting to question myself as to why I have chosen you, but now I see the answer is very clear. You're a game master so we're going to play together and time will determine which of us is the victor.
I'm sure you're used to simple minded people that you can bend to your will and trust me those are quite common in this world, but I hate to disappoint you as I am far superior intellectually then most give me credit for. Dominatrix is not for the weak minded, I have to know your move before you even think of them and I have to figure out how to punish you for even attempting to have that thought and if I fail then what good am I? This entire prison would not be home to my monsters if I didn't choose it to be. Here it's a controlled environment and nobody moves without my allowance. So Doc, still want to play this game?
The way she emphasizes his name, spitting it out like an insult back at him every time.
Doc-?
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Post by thedoctor on Feb 11, 2017 5:09:41 GMT -5
| You can pretend that it ' S meant to be.
but you can't stay away from me.
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A soft smile crosses his lips as he listens to her words. He puts his hand on his chest and begins to speak. "You want something for free, the reason I am in here is I am a predator. Yea... So you claim to comprehend the incomprehensible, the misfits, the shunned. What do you understand about me really? A game master... maybe. I do like to play with people, I am told I don't care about anyone but myself. Yet the fans have always loved my charity work or the fact I love kids, so that evened it out a bit. Yet ... not personally.
I wouldn't have let myself get caught, and I wouldn't have allowed police to arrest me if I did not find you superior."
-He pauses for a moment she is watching his every move and he is still thinking about what he has hidden. The urges that he has to fight off at the moment.- A Dragon can still burn a Titan, he thinks, but it won't save the Dragon's life.
"I am sorry Mistress." He says holding up his arms to let her know he is surrendering at the moment even using her correct pronoun like he knows she likes to hear. "I might have let my temper get away from me. To answer your question. I would play any game that aloud me to play with you. I feel it would be unsportsmanlike though if I did not tell you I would just let you win. There are other things I rather do than compete with you."
-Not to say he'd take it easy on her, but she is not even his species, right? So there is that, plus the fact if he was ever going to beat her than he wouldn't want to because it could humiliate her as she just stated, What good would she be? Doc being the age he is he won't sit down until she leaves so he stands with perfect posture that one must use in the presence of a lady to respect her. He still can't help but smile at her though, he didn't even really ask her and she already stated she hand picked him. Which is a huge compliment in his eyes. -
Why does her words strike me like this? Why does she seem so fragile just because of being a human? If anyone could understand... it would be her. He thinks while waiting for her to respond or bid her farewell.
To Be Continued--- Mistress Pain |
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