set in stone,

“Yes well if caged dogs are your thing then I really am.” Eve returned with an eye roll, not entirely willing to trust that the other was genuine, but rather feeling like she was mocking her. Sure she wasn’t the kind of girl it was painful to look at, rather the opposite. But whether or not she could be trusted, that was yet to be seen. “You’ll have to excuse my inexperience, I’m a new arrival.” Her tone was slightly sarcastic, despite the truth of the matter. Still she did know what the other meant. Stares here meant nothing good. Anyone aware of what happened when you were stared at a little too much would certainly approach it all with caution. A lot of the individuals in here honestly struck her as airheaded, seeming to stride around the halls and the yard as if they lacked worry. 

Flipping a lock of her hair over her shoulder and sliding her fingers trough the tips to make sure it was still flat, Eve opted for honesty. “I made an enemy of more than one guard when they brought me in the other day. Especially one of them has been eying me for payback since.” Shrugging her shoulders a little, the question was somewhat valid and not entirely off mark. “I do when I want to. How about you blondie? Why are you hanging back?” Her tone was curious, wondering if they had something in common. 

/

 “I’ve lived here for a very long time, so apparently, they are.” Good dogs could even be trained very nicely, if someone dedicated the proper time. Eleonora and her brothers were known to be slave breakers --- with Ellie being perhaps the more demented of the two of them. She was never one to here ‘no’ too many times in her life and a such, she never knew when broken drifted into too broken -- she only knew when she stopped having fun with them. Though she could train them very well.

She wondered if the guards thought it was funny to put someone so small inside of her cell. Under other circumstances, she’d have this girl as a cummy mess on the floor, panting for air with her little body covered in sweat and juices. Glazed, more like it. 

“Ah. So you’re frightened of them.” Ellie wasn’t. She wasn’t entirely fearless, there were some things that she was scared of, but a guard that she could domme herself surely wasn’t one of them. “Gargoyles don’t mix well with the sunlight. I’m not scared of any guards, if that’s what you’re asking.” She took a lock of her own golden hair through her fingers and looked at it with a hint of boredom before rolling her eyes and tossing her hair back. “Most of them are just big egos. If they’re not an actual slave breaker, or the warden, you have nothing to worry about.”

It wasn’t wrong for people to assume that the Masters and Mistresses who were browsing at L’Enfer were after some wicked enjoyment. Strangely enough, Brandon was innocent of that, at least for today. He was scouting around for possible people he could hire at Vice after Violet killed some of his staff. He made sure not to wander anywhere near her cell since he was sure he would kill her if they crossed paths. He would enjoy it too.

The bell rang and the slaves were let out, all too eager to finally get out of their cells. Almost immediately, it was deserted, save for a few slaves who remained probably because they were unable to move anywhere. One of them caught his eye though. She seemed familiar, and as he walked towards her cell, he finally recognized her.

“Oh shut up Ellie, you know you love it when I stare,” he quipped as he smiled at the blonde. “Well, well… Look at you. Almost didn’t recognize you without a dress on.” He shrugged. “Then again, I’m sure it would have been easier to spot you with your clothes off.”

/

  Brandon fucking Clark. “Oh your god.” It was like being caught in town in an absolutely horrid outfit and seeing someone that you knew --- only this time, she was stuck in a fucking cell. “Mm.” She gave him a faux smile, not even enough to make her dimples crease. “Who needs a dress in this place, right?” Though, not that any of the guards really tried to mess with her. One did at first, but he was such a devoted little btich now. Sometimes she liked to see how often she could make him cum through his uniform without even touching him -- just by giving him looks from her cell. 

It was quite fun. 

 “Mm. Well, I’m afraid my nudist days are a bit behind me.” Eleonora smirked. “I’m sure you’ve memorized my body down to every last centimeter - so of course it would be easy for you to spot.” She closed her magazine. “I’ve heard talk of you and a little cambion. Congratulations.” Her eldest brother would have died at the news, had he not been killed in the mayhem already. 

​

Eve could see him lurking, the guard she had lost her temper with yesterday. From the way he was eying her, it was clear that he was still sour about it and would probably relish any opportunity or excuse to lash out at her. As a result, she didn’t move from her poor excuse for a bed when yard time was announced. It was safer to stay put. Besides, she had scouted the yard her first day here, hoping to find any weaknesses in the fence and calculate how deep she might have to dig to get under it, but every inch was under surveillance. Whoever had built and staffed this place sure knew how to keep good security. 

Her eyes moved slowly where she sat, keeping an eye on the guard where he perched between her cell and the next. Causing the blonde in the next cell to be in her line of sight. When their eyes did meet, and she was accused of staring, Eve let out a soft laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself.” she shot back, easily opting to take her frustration for feeling extra caged out on the other girl. 

/

“Well aren’t you just adorable?” She rather enjoyed the sassy ones. Friend, foe, or victim, it was yet to be decided. The girl was quite the looker though. “Mm. No looks are flattering in this place. Regardless of who it comes from. Anyone should know that.” And she was sure that the girl did. After all, she had also chosen to stay inside during their ‘courtyard’ time, and they were perhaps the only two who had made a choice to do so. The others all pranced out like show dogs at the opportunity to feel some sunshine on their skin. How pathetic.

Finding the end of her magazine, she released a sigh. “And why did you choose to stay in, hm?” She looked over her shoulder now. “You don’t play well with others?” A genuine question, asked with an amused tone.

          “Maybe add a curtain over the door.” Kora smirked at her own suggestion, realizing that the two of them were similar in some ways. It was almost refreshing - something she hadn’t realized she needed until the blonde had swooped in like some demon bird a few nights prior. 

          Little one - the shewolf has been called much worse, still here it seems to denote a sort of status that always grinds at her nerves. “Yes, that, “ there is a roll of eyes, though she’s grateful, its evident that she doesn’t want the fact rubbed in her face. “And blondie - you aren’t that much bigger than me. My name is Kora.” She’s struck by how pretty the other is and that smile that graces her prim features as she quietly looks her over. Friend or foe - Kora isn’t exactly sure yet. And then as if on cue, heat spreads like a flame across her cheeks. Oh no.

        “Uh….I don’t…what?” She finds herself stammering to find her vocal footing, images of things shes done in and out of these cells flashing through her mind. 

  “Kora.” Cute name, but Ellie already decided that she still preferred to call her little one. It fit her so well. Her smile widened. “Surprised?” Her alarm was endearing. Ellie didn’t peg the girl as a virgin of any type. No, she still doubted that. Perhaps she just had a little shred of innocence somewhere in her. “I said I don’t know which you look better covered in -- the blood that I found you in, or juices... and yes, I mean mine.”

   Ellie stood. At first it looked as if she was walking to her side, but at the last minute she cornered Kora against the bars to the cell. “I’ve always been a bit bold. Does it make you shy,  little one?”

   The gargoyle took in her scent. She smelt sweet. Full of youth and life. A werewolf for sure. The taller blonde tilted her head down and used one of her hands to touch just below Kora’s chin and encourage the wolf to look at her. “You’d be rather cute with a glazed face...”

         Kora was standing in the open doorway to the cell, her head propped against the cool steal. She shrugs her shoulders at the blondes words dismissively. When she noticed the other sharing space with the rest of the slaves after the attack - the wolf had grown curious. She had assumed the gargoyle had simply left during the chaos but it was all too clear she too had been captured. “I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s homey.” Her words are filled with as much sass as the roll of the others eyes. A smirk graces her features as she stands there with her arms crossed.

          “Just - came to say thanks - for the other day.” Kora is as independent as they come and it is usually very difficult for her to take or accept help from anyone. However, she had almost lost her life, hadn’t she?  “But I’m sorry you ended up here, trapped with the rest of us.”

    She was the most adorable, little thing - something that Eleonora took great pleasure in seeing, but would have enjoyed even more to break. It was surprising to her that the little wolf wasn’t claimed. This place had surely changed in her 300 years of sleep, and so many pretty faces were held within the cells... Faces Ellie wished she could ruin herself. All in due time, she supposed. “Isn’t it? You came just in time. I was thinking of moving in furniture.” Sass soulmates, it seemed.

    “Oh, you mean saving your life, little one?” A smile lifted her lips and caused the dimples in her cheeks to sink in. Ellie finally tore her attention away from the magazine and looked to the wolf instead. A brow quirked at her next words. “A momentary setback, I’ll admit.” Though she did have  plan. “I wonder which you look better in -- covered with blood, or juices.” Eleonora’s... to be exact.

THE GARGOYLES were perhaps the only ones that no one would find running to the entrance to their cells at the mention of ‘yard time’. Eleonora was included in that. What good little puppies they were, so eager to be removed from their little kennels. On the plus side, it meant that she got the cell to herself for a while. She should have her own cell regardless, but that was another issue. In the back of her mind she counted all of the ways that they were lucky she wasn’t a mistress anymore.

Even the brand couldn’t stop the feeling of eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder, regarding the other with a lift of her left brow, “Stop staring.” Those cerulean hues rolled as she looked back to a magazine that one of the guards had given her. Today’s fashion was so strange, but... cute, in an odd way...

“So what the hell happened here?” Micah asked, gesturing vaguely.  “I’m getting the sense I missed all the fun.” 

@thornhavenrpg​

                                             THAT GIRL IS A GODDAMN PROBLEM.

Thorn Haven welcomes Eleonora Carceri to their life as a SLAVE. They prefer SHE/HER pronouns, is 600, pansexual, and has been with us for 1 week and belongs with the GARGOYLES. They like ROUGH SEX, BITING, and HAIR PULLING. They hate HUMILIATION, WEAK DOMS and POOR HYGIENE. They look like ASHLEY BENSON and have been described as MANIPULATIVE, SECRETIVE and FIESTY.