#thread 15

"There's no harm in taking initiative, is there?" She laughs, a tinkling sound that echoes in the chamber of her mask. "Would you care to be my first dance of the night? I intend to stay busy."

Once more, he finds himself hauled into the ring. He needed something - to feel pain - intel for something he was working on.

He'd seen the name, had a sharp chat with his 'dad', but with everything else stressing him out, the wedding, trying to be happy, the nightmares and horrors bothering him as hallucinations again...

He feels the blade cut through his skin, snapping him back. He twists, throwing the figure forcefully against the ground, careful to restrain himself. Still, he heard something crack. Soon he was crowned and the stage was cleared for the next one. Two more and the asshole would cough up what he needed.

He turns, cracking his neck as he hears the cage locked up again.

Black, lanky, tall, blonde, blue.

@professor-shaw

With his so called adventures seemingly coming to a close, Jason Shaw found himself feeling just a little restless. There was work to keep him busy, sure..and he had taken on a project or two around the house..but worrying had sadly ended up building some messed up tension onto the planes of his back and his shoulders, which ached even in his current position at the lounge..prompting him to lightly massage the area. “Jesus fuck..I could definitely use one of those massages..right now.” And a drink, Hence why he was having one whilst working on grading papers.

“You know we actually do have a spa here.” Jody said walking in and towards the bar, obviously not intention of just coming up to Jace and giving him one himself. He didn’t know Jace all that well, though the idea of a spa day for the boys, and getting to know him a little better sounded nice.

@daisyxlynch

Daisy looked over her shoulder as she walked down the beach, sketchbook under her arm. For some reason, this particular event had her on edge. She was always a complacent slave, docile even. Never one to argue or refuse. But then again, she knew that she had been lucky on so many levels. No one had really ever hurt her, before she was claimed or even after. So maybe this was going to be the time that her luck would run out. Feeling far too exposed in the cells, she took her free hour as soon as she could, heading for a particularly secluded part of the beach. She wasn’t completely hidden, not from anyone who really wanted to find her. But it did make her feel a little safer. Taking a deep breath, Daisy began to sketch a seagull pecking at the sand, willing herself to become invisible.

“It’s not like you to be out here all by yourself...” 

Jody spoke as he walked up, though Daisy was sketching and goodness knows she could probably use some time to herself. She was always so kind and generous, happy to make others happy. He stood near her, hands in the pockets of his track pants, just a teeshirt and hoodie. He usually dressed casual, but always wore dark jeans in his office. Now he wore sandals, too. Mouse toted alongside him, eyes watery and squinting in the bright beach sun but a happy boy nonetheless. The chihuahua approached Daisy as close as he could, immediately getting into her lap, nudging the sketchpad out of the way to make room for himself.

“Are you okay?”

@professorfawn sent: 17m

[ Smut Starters ]

Jody was never one for public... well, much of anything. But especially not sex. Maybe it was a few glasses of red wine that he had with Fawn during dinner, but one thing led to another ...and then somehow Jody nailing Fawn with their body pressed against the sliding glass door towards his backyard. Josy kept his teeshirt on, like usual, but it didn’t much change the fact it was sex in full view of who ever might walk out of the woods with a mind to visit.

@margeauxxadkins​ sent....

[ Send “nightmare” for my muse to wake up from a nightmare and go to your muse for comfort. ]

Jody gasped awake and for several, seemingly long agonizing moments, he didn’t remember where he was... or who he was with. Margeaux wasn’t in the room, though he was at her home, having had a few too many glasses of wine. That was unusual for him. And he’d simply fallen asleep during the movie they had been watching. Mouse moved to snuggle next to Jody, awake now and concerned with his owner’s strange mood. Jody touched the dog, hardly noticing and moved off of the couch, quickly grabbing the arm rest to steady himself, feeling dizzy.

@muradassan​

The loud iron clang of the cell doors slid open, then slammed shut behind Murad as he was chucked to the ground, wincing as he slid across the cold floor a bit more. He grit his teeth, rubbing at his wrist and pushed himself to his feet, looking at the bars and the guard as he began to turn and walk away, “Hey, let’s talk about this man. This whole Master Slave thing is pretty much outlawed everywhere, and I’m one hundred percent certain it wasn’t in the brochure. Though I didn’t read the last page, but who reads the last page on those things? It’s always like coupons to some shitty fast food place–” As the guard began to leave, Murad ran for the gate and stuck his arm through.

“Hey, Disney Villain Henchman can you come let me out? At least give me a new collar? This one clashes with my whole freedom vibe. Let my people go!”

He sighed, dropping back from the gate and looking around, hooking fingers through his belt loops, “And they said the American education system was fucked…”

He pulled the small vile of dirt from his pocket, running his thumb over it. The worst part was when they found it on him, they let him keep it because it wasn’t a threat, it had no ‘power’. They confirmed that there was no way he’d get back to his sister.

Jody had seen the new kid getting pretty much carried to the cells by the guards from his office window and descended the stairs soon enough to see them toss him inside and slam the door shut. Jody walked closer, hearing the new slave shout and then give up. Then take something out of his pocket. Something from home, Jody reckoned.

“To be fair, I’ve been told I’m more Disney Prince than Disney Villain. And never a henchman. Although, I do work for this place so I suppose I am complacent. I take zero pleasure in that...”

Jody tried a little humor of his own. He didn’t call anyone over to open the cell just yet, but he was fairly sure the slave wasn’t violent. But you never could tell. He’d talk for a little before inviting him out. Jody had gone over his file this morning.

“My name’s Jody. I’m the guidance counselor. I’m sure you have a hell of a lot of questions, Murad.”

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@keith-crane

Despite his wandering around, Keith Crane was still pretty much at a loss. There were so many things he did not understand yet…like the way people dressed, or the strange looking vehicles..but at least he was feeling better, wasn’t he? Surely nobody would believe that a human could have done that..no, they would think it had been an animal, alright. Brushing those thoughts away..he was headed towards the taxi stop..when he encountered a boy right in the middle of his way..hands busy strumming at a guitar.

The adman thought he seemed..rather harmless. Certainly unlike any company he’d kept during the years, and came into a halt almost without planning it, his hands sinking into his pockets as he waited for him to finish. When he did, Keith cleared his throat, furrowing his eyebrows a little. Should he have given him a clap? “Do you live here?”

“And when I touch you I feel happy... inside... It’s such a feeling that, my love, I can’t hide...” Dhani gave a double take, not sure if Keith was actually listening to him at first or if he was going to interupt at any moment for whatever reason. The fact that he didn’t... and continued to just listen to him sing made Dhani feel slightly on edge. Was Keith could to change his mind today? Everything was going great, maybe Keith was going to take out whatever rage he had on Dhani after all today.

Dhani ended the song a bit early, and it wasn’t a very long song to begin with as well. Keith wasn’t... looking at him right. It sounded stupid, the thought. But Dhani couldn’t think of a better way to describe it. This wasn’t how his boss looked at him on a daily basis. And it wasn’t to take him in the basement again. At least Dhani sincerely hoped not.

Dhani was not expecting that question to come from his boss. Something was not right. And Dhani had probably seen Keith in more compromising situations more than most.