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As her body folded onto the slathered plastic, David sighed lightly. Thankfully she didn't seem to have hit her head on the cement too harshly. Even if she had, nothing would have changed except perhaps her observance of the situation. Concussions had a way of altering perception.

Once more, the brush was scooped up, but instead of dunking it into the remains of the fluid he lifted the bucket by an edge and poured its contents over his toy's backside.

She whimpered again, tears falling as she swung; carefully keeping herself limp, gaze following him obediently.

She almost didn’t understand the command, but after a moment she realised, and she quickly released her hair - watching him, hoping she was doing well.

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Very centered in reality. Good girl. She was paying attention, likely looking for him before he'd even spoken. Seemingly, she already understood what was the most important thing in her life now: Master.

Remier took his time before speaking again, observing her, working down the level of his tea. "I'm glad that you did, but next time I expect you to stay awake unless I give you permission to rest. Don't make me regret letting you off easy this time, understood? I've already been very lenient with you, Nova."

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Though the room was dim, David remained by the main door to watch his newest pony acclimate. It would be difficult to place him. He was certainly a pony, that much was obvious, but work or play? Carriage, fields, trick, show, breeding or nonbreeding, et cetera. So many possibilities. For now, he'd wait and see how he handled his training and first feeding.

Content with his happy little pet, Remier eased out and started back to the library's rooms to clean up a bit.

Jim nodded and began trotting the way he was supposed to eat. It was definitely not something comfortable but he was starving and even that kind of food felt like heaven in Jim’s mouth.

It was going to be tricky, his stomach was more than empty and eating this fast while moving was certainly not going to help him keep his food down.

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Once David was certain the candles were held, he gently pulled on each and wiggled his pet's jaw to ensure he wasn't using his teeth. It wouldn't do to have him bite off and choke on some wax. Plus it would give him less of a challenge. The far corners were pushed, then, into the recesses of Ribbon's jaw between cheeks and teeth. He couldn't quite help the murmur of amusement which met the stretched grin the younger was left with.

The lighter then came into play. He had two candles left in hand and only room for one more, unless he became particularly creative. He'd have to wait and see. For now, however, he positioned one over the boy's navel and slipped the lighter beneath the wrong end. Two clicks and half a minute later, hot wax was dripping into the recess. Before it could dry, he slipped the butt of the candle into place, straightened it, then held it in place to ensure its stability.

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David took a step back, then turned away from the mutt to give him a minuscule headstart. On his own. Without his Master's attention. To busy himself, he squatted and began picking up stones from the soil slightly larger than pebbles.

Asche sat up on his knees on command, eyes downward and tearfilled. He wanted desperately to apologize to Master, but he knew better.

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She was a beautiful display. One of his best thus far, possibly. Her brands were still raw and angry red, accented by dainty silver and steel. The way the chains dipped into the fresh recesses and tears in her flesh was an art all its own. Crimson still dripped sluggishly from between her quivering legs, skin pale and sticky where it pressed against the glass. A pressed flower, he noted with a small hum of amusement. Her breasts and arse were the most affected by the glass, distending to create new shapes and supports, pinched between boned leather and heated panes. "Did you sleep well, Nova?" he murmured after a time, curious to see just how well she could hear, how centered she was in her own head.

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Forty seconds previously on her full first lungful. This one would hold less effect for her deprived body, deplete faster. Panic would be her worst enemy. The harder she attempted to breathe, the more energy she would expend, not to mention the more strain she'd place on her constricted form.

Granted, she was a mercenary. There were no holds barred. She had chosen her target poorly and now would pay the price. In this moment, that price was fifty seconds on a less effective breath. Her own fault had been her forced calm. By being efficient, she had set the time for her lungfuls rather high.

Wither her defenses. Whittle away at training. Break her down and hollow her out. Perhaps then she would learn that Remier was not one to be tampered with, but worshiped instead.

Attempting to calm herself the mercenary had started imagining all the things she would do to her captor once she was free. It had helped her when she was a prisoner of war and it was helping now. Oh such pretty things she could do. It almost enough to take her mind off of the horrible burning and joking sensation in his lungs and throat.

Almost.

But then-air. AIR. She’d meet been so happy to breathe in years and desperately she exhaled and inhaled deeply. She could’ve sighed happily had her mouth been free. Just as she was beginning to exhale a little for a new breath her nose was closed off again. fucking hell! Whoever this person was they’re were a major douche. Sabine had to use every bit of control she had not to tense up and expend energy.

Calm…, Calm….. Such a dick move though.

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Does your muse ever just tug at you and point at another character and say “I WANT THAT ONE.” 

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"Dr. Bloom, I'm afraid I have to insist. I could hardly call myself a gentleman if I didn't provide someone what little comfort I'm able to offer."

"Shh, c’mere…" (( *throws this in and hides* ))

Another Angsty Starters Meme

"I’m fine where I am."

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thegovernmentsson replied to your post:*sits on dash* Someone start a thread or seven...

gasp hi cutie i think you owe me k but i am at uni so i probably wont reply until forever but still ilu

You stawp that I'm uber-manly :P

I think I replied a while ago? I could be wrong, so don't quote me on that *flops on* lub ya bae

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*sits on dash*

Someone start a thread or seven with me.

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*sits on dash*

Someone start a thread or seven with me.

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Oh, he certainly liked this woman. Remier's gaze remained firmly on her, fresh respect swimming through his reserved malice. "A week's time is certainly impressive, Miss Jones," he mused. "However, I happen to be returning to Scotland in three days. I'll be home in four." The businessman leaned forward, elbows settling gently on his knees. "Should I have a confirmed report of his or her death waiting for me, I'd be inclined to meet you or a representative of yours at my estate for a second task. Should it suit your fancy, of course. If not, I'll still be inclined to pay you for your time. As for circumstances..." A steady smirk rolled over his face. "They found it apt to try to smear mud on my name. I don't think anything painless or impersonal would do."

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Carolina smirked and nodded. “Of course. Circumstances such as yours are my speciality, Mr. Remier. I’d reckon I can have the client put down in a weeks time.” She looked him over once more with interest. Yes, she certainly was interested in keeping up a good working relationship with this man- he seemed as though he had a lot to offer. “Do you have a preference as to the circumstances of this person’s demise? I have several people in mind for the job, all with different skills and interests..” 

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A small scowl remained on his face as Babe disappeared through the door on the mark. He opened the gateway and followed after, shoving him out of the way with a toe before reaching down and grabbing him up by the hair. "On your knees. Forward to forest. Don't drop that tape, understood?" Daggers shot through his voice. The pup's behaviour was beyond unacceptable. Pets did not act so rudely and aggressively towards their Master. If Babe couldn't learn this, he had no place here.

As soon as confirmation was given, Remier was on his feet again and headed for the door. He didn’t care that the pup’s paws were no longer available to help him move, he would balance on his knees, scoot on his face, or be kicked and dragged. He dragged the mongrel to the dog door, unlocked it, then stood back. “Get through. You have five seconds.”

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So he was ticklish. Fantastic. A smile tickled at Remier's lips as he leaned over the boy and trailed his fingers down the younger's side again. A wonderful bonus. This was his luckiest find in a long while. "I'll have to find everywhere I can do this, Ribbon," he laughed warmly.

But it would have to be later. A clearing of his throat prefaced his further leaning. The candles in hand were spread carefully between two fingers, then slipped between parted lips and held in place. "Close, hold those there." Not quite all of them could fit, but there was still a navel he could use.

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The first signs of motion and panting breath brought Remier's eyes up to the girl in the glass. He kept the paper up for now. No telling if she'd remain interesting to observe just yet. Sure enough she passed out in a couple of moments. A breathy laugh came from the Master, a shake of the head. She would grow to be more resilient in time.

She was smart. The second time her breathing picked up, she didn't move. Were he less experienced he probably would have missed the fact that she was conscious again. Once again he looked over the top of his morning news to watch her. As the seconds dragged on, the possibility of her falling into unconsciousness faded away. He decidedly folded up the pages in hand and set them aside in preference of his tea. Time to see what she would do. To trace over her new marks and the flesh pressed against the heated glass, the sweat rolling down her skin. She was truly beautiful. She was his.

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