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real frank stone hours

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He doesn't miss how Feng Min's words are unmatching the way that her body betrays her. Fear is an intoxicating substance. Chemicals in the brain which control each and every nuance to existence, cannot be denied. Frank remembers it well, what it was like to be afraid, but those moments are far beyond the both of them now.

Still, there is another thing that he certainly cannot refuse, and that is her outlandishly bold attitude. These types of people were always around. He's wondered if She takes them because they instill hope in the others around them, and how it makes their death seem a martyr in face of it all. Frank will quash their vigor into the dirt beneath his heel, again and again, until they break.

Reaching with a rotten hand not beholden to the jagged metal weapon he carries, Frank loops strong fingers around the width of her upper arm. He pulls Feng Min from the corner he'd ushered her into, but he does not cause harm, not yet. Where his intentions lie aren't too much a mystery- he will do as all the others, and send her corpse as sacrifice. Why he is refusing to do it at the moment, however, now that is a mystery.

open ;; to mutuals

"I'm not scared of you!" She was terrified. Hands shaking, bottom lip trembling just a little bit. Despite that, the defiant glare on her face made it clear she wasn't backing down.

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“Touching lives, if only to end them.”

Unknown

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Frank's not entirely sure what this creature is, whether they're prey or predator, but the reaction given suggests they are not the latter. Fortunately, that curiosity keeps the Entity's Champion from immediately trying to stick something sharp into Mason's soft hide. However, on the flip side of that supposed fortune, there is the opposite, where Frank is certainly stronger than his lanky figure would let on.

His grip is firm, silence meeting that plea to not be touched. For the moment, Frank is entirely content to remain quite unmoved and simply gaze upon Mason. There's no telling what runs though the twisted man's mind; not a single twitch in his gruesome features, or a sound other than ragged breathing through pierced lungs, it is hard to determine if the killer is going to suddenly become violent.

He doesn't, yet, and instead only makes a subtle motion after what feels like an eternity. Bloodshot and pale eyes flick from the tail and then back to Mason's visage. A question, maybe, but it is up to Mason's interpretation.

@first-trial asked:

there he goes, reaching out and grabbing at mason's tail

The moment his tail was grabbed, Mason let out a little yelp. Face going pale, Mason did his best to pull his tail out of his grip. His tail wasn't exactly strong, so the sapiant had to turn himself in Frank's grasp, reaching up to try to shove him away. "D-don't touch that..." He stammered out, clawed feet digging into the dirt to try to get a better footing.

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But see now: it had to be this way. I had to kill you so that this could come to pass.

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

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What an interesting reaction. This one reminds him of a fellow who'd been institutionalized alongside him. Death and gore were a fascination rather than an aversion and people like that were certainly few and far between. At least, that is what he had been led to believe. People like them were the outcasts of society, things to be locked up and tossed into some dark hole so they could be forgotten.

Of course that was a lie. Plenty of people found the stuff of nightmares to be quite interesting, they were only better at hiding it than he had been (even if, unbeknownst to him, his very existence was a carefully curated fate).

Quite contrary to what many might believe about Frank Stone, there was still a very human mind beneath the gruesome outward appearance that he delivered. Each and every word is entirely understood and parsed- it is a reply that escapes him. His first death left him without a voice, and if there was but one thing he might ever ask of Her, it would be to speak again.

Reaching towards a large piece of jagged metal sticking out of the flesh of his chest, Frank wraps spindly fingers around it before ripping the offending shard out of himself. It takes flesh and blood with it and the chains create quite the cacophony of metal sound, but he seems fairly unbothered by the action. For a moment there is pause, before he holds it out towards the figure before himself.

Now that the guest of honor had fully turned towards him, this Frank got the full-frontal view of the thing that now joined them in the fog. Its entire lower jaw, ripped away and his ribs now forming a menacing maw. Ribs repurposed as teeth, metal that pierced and bonded to flesh. A genuine monster that even he admitting looked pretty fucking cool.

" Holy shit. Look at you. "

He even wolf whistles, his head cocking to the side in interest. If this guy was ever human, he barely looked it. A true monster. Fitting for this place. But Frank didn't need to look like a freak to be terrifying.

" You get a lot of people screaming? I bet you do. Look like you're right out of a horror b movie. "

Could be an insult. Could be a compliment. Regardless, he dares to step closer towards the other his mask tilting down, back up, as if he's truly inspecting the other's mutilated form.

" So, how you do it? Pop out and say boo? "

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Her offense to his devotion is a curious thing. Was it so wrong to be faithful? Especially when his God had gifted him eternal life, strength, and not a single drop of worry in this new existence. Her cradling grasp around his ruined form is the only thing he has left and if all he had to do to keep it, was feed Her, he would be steadfast.

It is almost unfortunate that he cannot speak his mind on the subject but perhaps better for the collective that he cannot, for Frank Stone would be a preacher until his tongue fell out were he able to sing Her praise. It'd be an endeavor to make them see the err of their ways. This place was proof that something greater than them all existed, and that She was well worth worshiping. So too could he explain away that his gaze is not one of lust, certainly not looking just to enjoy the sight of Sable within his violent grasp. Rather, the killer's unwavering stare is one of consideration for how divine Sable will look impaled upon a glimmering talon of the Entity's hunger.

Distracted. That is what he is, enough so that he cannot move quick enough to stop her opposite hand from causing harm. A howling, guttural sound gurgles out of Frank as his sight ceases from the ruined eye. His own hand which had been around her first offending strike now reaches for her new attacking limb, unwilling to release his grasp around her throat now held with a renewed vice. Rage replaces the once thought of simple sacrifice; she's unwittingly found something worse than his devotion.

Rage centers itself within his otherwise singularly focused mind. His pain is Her gain, and it will be Sable's reminder that there are certainly worse things than death in the fog.

Lifting her from the floor, the beast utilizes his strength to send her through the air and into the nearest solid object. The wall she collides with creaks under the force and he is not far behind. Rotten red streams down his face from the new wound, his hand still littered with the splintered wood reaching for the makeshift cleaver that juts out of his chest.

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SURVIVING IN THESE TRIALS NEVER HAD BEEN HER FIRST PRIORITY AT ALL. IT WASN‘T SOMETHING she was eager to achieve either. surviving only meant there was no pain she would feel. just the victory of tricking the killer. or overpower him in a way. sure it had it‘s perks and it was a way to show them they were not as useful as they thought they would be. yet the more joy was interacting with them she felt. fighting back with everything they had , well perhaps sable was cheating a little. she was still trying to use anything she could find , but no one said anything about fair play here.

her head tilted to the side , a frown forming on her features , when she watched him just pulling the weapon out , yet another was well hidden by her thigh. it wasn‘t like she hadn‘t time to gather all she needed in order to hurt others. it wasn‘t like she didn‘t sneaked around every time she wasn‘t in a trial in order to get anything on her small hands she could get, yet this killer was different. far too much of a lap dog than any other one in her eyes.

she felt almost disgusted by the touch on her chin , yet she raised it and stared at him , glaring even , as she let out another soft huff. „ don‘t fucking stare at me like that. take a picture , it will last longer , fucking lap dog. “ , she growled towards him , as her hand moved towards her thigh , where she had hidden a glass shard. it did scratch her skin , yet it was nothing compared to the pain she used to feel. it was just a scratch , not a big deal and even if her hand would also bleed from it , it was worth it. she was quick to snatch it and with all the strength she could bring up , push it into his right eye. „ get the fuck away from me. “

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Plenty others would flinch upon their personal space suddenly being negated, intruded upon without permission and such a rancid thing being shoved so close. Frank has no such reaction. He's been in the fog a long, long time, seen the monsters and men of Her choice come and go like the seasons of a world he hardly remembers. This Unknown is another twisted part of Her design, another instrument of violence to serve Her gaping maw.

Pale eyes that otherwise stare unblinking, narrow in the slightest, as if he wanted to turn the question back onto the creature before him. There was always a beginning to the things that arrived in the fog. A person mutilated into a beast, such as him, or monsters stolen from a nightmare. Aliens, demons, myths, and something so simple as a person taking enjoyment of killing.

But what is.. this? It reeks of imitation, both in voice and appearance, but the origin is lost. Not that it matters, they're all the same in the fog.

Frank reaches out to the Unknown's face with his own scarred fingers, obvious that he is not entirely convinced it is not another illusion.

Strange, unnatural. A familiar sensation that burrows under its skin like insects, countless legs itching at flesh and muscle. Its head continues to bed, curling to the side, as if it was attempting to look like a hanged back. Its neck bent, twisted, bones popped and protruded against the side of its neck at awkward, broken angles. Its body shuddered, brief, a low gurgle in its throat.

This was no prey, it recognized. Not prey, no, but not welcomed. It lurches forward, suddenly, its upside down grin stopping mere inches from the other's broken-jawed face. Eyeless but no less staring. Empty sockets that still observed, still judged.

" WHo's thEre? "

A question. Who are you, it asks.

" WhaAT The... hELL Are yoU? "

A phrase, stolen, mimicked with another's tongue. It lost count of how often it heard that sentence screamed before it severed their trachea.

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frank, before being institutionalized and then sent to the mill, i think would be a fairly normal guy to interact with. of course he is strange, enough to make you look at him for a few seconds longer when he seems to be thinking about something too hard, but it is impossible to place exactly why that is unsettling about him.

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 12 "Dorkus"

"I think you did it."

"These morons need someone to tear them a new one."

"I am going to write the missive to end all missives."

"I don't want your first time to be with a murderer."

"I love you. I would never, ever hurt you."

"I promise you're safe. That was part of the deal."

"You could never be touched."

"How many lives could you have saved?"

"Our mission never involved killing anyone."

"And it's not just wearing raw chickens on their heads and calling each other gay slurs while jumping around naked."

"It was a conspiracy."

"Stop rationalizing it. You killed people. You are not allowed to just say, "yeah, but I had a super good reason for it."

"Who did you kill?"

"What, are you gonna kill me now?"

"I would never hurt you. I just can't let you leave."

"If you could just stop, hear what I have to say, to understand---please--why I did what I did, you could still love me."

"Don't try to justify it all after the fact."

"They showed up one day thinking that I was a double agent, that I couldn't be trusted. They were going to kill me."

"Hey, hey, you can trust me, you can trust me! Ask me and I'll do anything. I'll prove it."

"Don't you see that they did that on purpose?! They knew that if you actually killed someone, you would be their slave!"

"We were the good guys. We were in this together!"

"I did this for you. Don't you understand?"

"The more I hear about this whole thing, the more I'm starting to think the idea that there are good and bad people in the world is just something adults use to get children to stay in line."

"I mean, aren't we being naive?"

"You took me literally?"

"You are already a murderer, [NAME], you don't have to be a douche as well!"

"This is not a philosophy course. This is murder-- serial murder!"

"I was so young and desperate to be special and loved."

"I never had a real girlfriend before."

"I was vulnerable enough to share my darkest fetish with you, and now you're making me feel self-conscious."

"Just come in and take me now."

"You are ridiculously and laughably gullible."

"What self-respecting man wouldn't do anything to get revenge for being degraded like that?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have great aim with a crossbow and I can't see anything in that mask."

"I don't want to be here anymore."

"I feel sick. This isn't what I wanted."

"Don't judge me for what we both know had to happen."

"You know what? Let's just run away together. You and me. Forget everything."

"Don't you see what I'm willing to do for you?"

"No! I don't want to speak to your supervisor!"

"I've gotten zero swipes on my profile!"

"Do you remember any aspect of this super simple plan?"

"I literally think you should consider undergoing a surgical procedure to remove your ovaries/testicles, thereby sparing human race exposure to your DNA."

"I mean, I'm all for public shaming. I practically invented it. It's the sign of a healthy culture. But not when I'm the one getting shamed."

"I wanted to be famous, but not like this."

"To all the so-called mainstream media, including weird web sites that nobody has heard of who have used my name as clickbait, and to all the relentless unwashed hordes on Twitter, who have taken every opportunity to mock and attack me mercilessly from the safety of their stained futons, I offer the following heartfelt sentiment. You can all suck it!"

"Despite my outward bravado, I was dead inside."

"I knew my glamorous reign of terror was over."

"I ordered an asp online so I could kill myself like Cleopatra, and now I'm just waiting for it to sense my body heat and come out and bite me so this will all be over."

"I understand that what you're going through is really intense. And I know you and I haven't really always seen eye to eye, And you say crazy-mean stuff to me all the time. And I have a real problem with your casual racism,

which is something we need to work on. But, girl, I promise I got your back."

"You're young, smart and beautiful, and you got a lot of living ahead of you."

"Maybe this is one of those teachable moments, you know? Like my grandmama says. Maybe this is where you learn the lesson that words really mean something and they can hurt people, so you just can't always say the first horrible thing that pops into your head all the time."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Get me out of this suit!"

"What the hell is going on? Who is that guy?"

"Everyone on campus but me is a dork!"

"I'm gonna explode."

"When I woke up, I was wrapped in dynamite!"

"Oh, my god, it's a bomb."

"Yes, a totally innocent man who seemed super nice and probably did nothing wrong at all just got blown up in our living room. Bummer. Now, let's honor his memory by moving on."

"Can you not make it about you for one second?!"

"Stop wallowing and start concentrating on what's really important here--restoring my reputation."

"I need to go on an apology tour. You know, like celebrities, when they say something offensive, they just go on tv and apologize, and everybody forgives them, even though they don't mean it at all."

"I'm gonna fake apologize, you'll record it, we'll post it online, and it'll all be fine."

"But I thought that you said that you weren't the person who put the acid in the spray tanner."

"Why do you think the devil let me live?"

"I think you saw what you wanted to see."

"You can't kill people from a loving and positive place."

"Invasion of the dad bod snatchers."

"If it's good enough for the CIA, it's good enough for me."

"Get ready to make the most important playlist of your life."

"Well, I decided to stop denying what you and I both knew the minute we laid eyes on each other. And once I did, something inside of me, I don't know, it just, just clicked. And I guess I just wanted to get a little crazy."

"So you just decided to break into my house in the middle of the day?"

"I've been a very bad boy."

"I'm just trying to figure out what your angle is. What are you trying to get out of this?"

"You know what I'm trying to get? 45 minutes alone, so I can go crazy on you."

"Turn out the lights!"

"These are my minions."

"Those are the hounds."

"How do you know I'm not the killer?"

"This whole file is made up."

"Somebody just swiped right on me on Tinder."

"Any guy swiping right on you is a miracle."

"You want a drag?"

"That was the best sex of my life."

"I think you're just relieved to find out that intercourse doesn't have to be followed by hours and hours of crying and a weird purchase of an engagement ring."

"Look, I never knew sex could be like that. At first, I was like, I was like, "wow, she's being really loud. Are the neighbors gonna call the police?" And then I was like, "wow, now I'm being really loud. why am I screaming so much? They're definitely gonna call the police." And then I was just stunned at how flexible you are. I mean, I thought you had to be a gymnast to get both feet behind your head."

"I just think that maybe you and I were meant to be together after all."

"I find her unbearably annoying."

"I recognized the island splash scent of that douche you use."

"What movie are you even referring to?"

"Don't patronize me. I look like a monster."

"Well, have you thought of a little plastic surgery?"

"What are you doing? I thought you came here to apologize."

"I apologize for nothing."

"All evidence points to you."

"I know it was you. Have fun in hell, bitch. And fyi, this is probably gonna hurt a lot."

"Stop recording!"

"I knew that bitch was a nut burger the minute I met her."

"But remember, she's armed and dangerous."

"Oh, please tell me you did not bring your insane and obviously blind Tinder hookup back here."

"I lost my virginity to a Nickelback song."

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pspsps Taurie Cain where u at

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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The generator itself was the last thing that Frank cared to address, machines that would be tampered with if convenient, and it was not at the moment. His attention is wholly and entirely focused upon @gotaletter and the vile intent which was sure to follow. A chase was truly inevitable and the killer desired nothing less than to hear his targets ragged breaths, trying so desperately to keep a weary body on the move.

Prolonged fear made for a potent sacrifice, and if that made Her happy, he was going to ensure that everything in his power is utilized to make it so.

Long strides carry the towering symbol of Her depravity forward, Frank's right hand reaching for the mangled piece of metal that protrudes from his chest and yanking it free. It hurts, but serves as a reminder for what he does. His pain is her appetizer, ever the faithful, Frank would die a hundred times over if only to see the Entity fed.

Holding the fashioned cleaver above his head, Frank lets loose an inhuman roar, reaching too with his free hand to perhaps gain another hold on the fleeing man.

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It was always a gamble when it came to these lockers. He would be met with reward or disappointment, and on the rare occasion, have the doors open with such force that would have him stumble. Those are his favorite. Their futile fight consuming the desire for flight, a struggling lamb within the jaws of a hunting wolf, temporary in their escape. One way or another they all find an end upon Her impaling maw.

Frank reaches for the second to the left locker and pulls it open, staring into its empty space. Some would run immediately upon this incorrect choice. Others wait it out, for a frustrated killer to leave, but he is nothing if not persistent. Onto the next, his rotten fingers pulling at the doors and a soft gurgle escaping out between many teeth.

The clasped together appendages of his throat separate slightly as if preparing for use, hunger unrelated to the instinct to survive settled deep within his existence. The Champion grows stronger with every survivor he consumes; harder to hurt, to escape, to fool.

Closing the second pair of doors he turns just enough to catch motion out of the corner of his unrelenting gaze, head snapping towards it. He could not follow in the direction that she is attempting to utilize, but there is a great strength behind his physique. To pull her back through that narrow gap would be quite a bit easier than following.

Frank Stone begins to move with a howling snarl erupting out of the yawning fang filled cavity of his throat, weapon temporarily left within its nook carved out of the killer's own chest. Harm will make its appearance soon enough, he needs to snare the meat first before butchering it.

elena pressed herself deeper into the shadows, barely able to contain the sound of her laboured breath. the wounds from her escape still throbbed, each painful inhale an unwelcome reminder of how close she had come to death. her eyes flickered from the darkness, drawn unwillingly toward the macabre figure now looming in the doorway.

he was unlike anything she had yet seen; his flesh was a tapestry of devastation. what remained of his face hung in jagged strips, a constant scream peeled back from his jaw, exposing raw sinew beneath, as though his very skin had been torn open by a great celestial force. where there should have been smooth contours, now there were only brutal ridges and half-healed scars. fascinating, she thought, despite herself.

as his gaze swept the room, those unblinking, dead eyes missing her by inches, she pressed further into the debris, hiding within the wreckage of what might have once been a classroom. the lockers lining the walls trembled slightly as he moved, his hulking form casting shadows that danced in the sparse lights.

her eyes settled upon a narrow gap between the overturned tables, her only chance of escaping without drawing his attention.

it was now or never.

with measured, deliberate movements, she began sliding toward the gap between the tables. every inch she covered felt like an eternity, each second stretched thin by the proximity of the killer. finally, her fingers breached the edges of her transitory salvation. she braced herself, inching the rest of her body through the tight space. her ribs screamed in protest as she squeezed through, her torso barely fitting through the narrow gap. her heart raced; one wrong move, and he’d be on her in seconds.

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Her realms lead to places beyond even his most vivid imagination, the humid warmth of a vibrant other planet to the landscape of hellish medieval occupation, that he had found somewhere with some semblance to a former normal is interesting. Not enough that it causes any particular intrigue from the killer; he will march on without question.

Hearing a voice does manage to snag his formerly wandering attention, however, and add a pause to his steps. Turning his head in the slightest at first, Frank then puts in the effort to turn fully towards the source and causes the chains around his figure to jingle together in the slightest. His pale eyes dart upwards and settle onto the masked figure above. Another of Her killers. How does this one tithe, he wonders silently. Is he a diligent servant or another fool tricked into assuming that Her plans are in their benefit?

A gurgling sort of sigh ebbs out of the gaping maw of his throat, like the dying gasps of their shared prey upon a hook. Unlike them he does not feel pain in this existence, not by simply being there, as some do when Her demands are not met.

" What are you supposed to be? "

He calls out from his perch, his back pressed against a tree and arms crossed over his chest. His hunting knife is held in one hand, though his grip around the handle is lax. Not yet a threat from either side. Sure, Frank would admit this guy looked pretty fucking intimidating, but that didn't mean shit to him. Death didn't matter in this place.

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captured sentence starters.      triggering subjects present.      feel free to add your own!      note: “my muse” is the one       who reblogged the meme.

captive.

“ let me out! ” “ let me out RIGHT NOW! ” “ you can’t keep me here forever! ” “ I’ll get out of here eventually, and when I do… ” “ I could rip you apart. ” “ if you let me go, I promise I’ll go easy on you. ” “ you don’t seem to understand, I’m not trapped in here with you. you’re trapped in here with me.” “ you think this can hold me?! ” “ what’s going on? where are you taking me? ” “ what do you want?! ” “ wh - why are you doing this? ” “ this – this has to be a big misunderstanding! ” “ please let me go, I won’t tell anyone I promise! I swear! please! – ” “ wh - what… what are you going to do to me? ” “ you won’t get away with this! ” “ you can’t do this — you – you NEED me! ” “ please don’t hurt me. ” “ hey! hello?! help me, please! let me out! ” “ no, don’t go! – you can’t just leave me here! ” “ there will always be people like you. power-hungry, rotten monsters. in the end, no one will remember you. no one will mourn. ” “ I’m… I’m too tired, I can’t – I can’t think.. ” “ there’s more of us then there are of you. maybe you should keep that in mind. ” ⛓️ + “ [ prompt idea ] ” to add your own.

captor.

“ easy, easy, I’m not going to hurt you! “ “ wait ! let me explain — “ “ just stay put for now “ “ would you stop your incessant crying / whining?! ” “ you hope to escape by… screaming?… ” “ wakey wakey… ” “ play along and you might just survive long enough to tell this story. ” “ for the record, I’m sorry for this in advance. ” “ you’re… rather calm for someone in your… position. ” “ you are in NO position to be making threats / demands. ” “ struggle all you want, it’s useless. ” “ your frantic babbling will get you nowhere. ” “ such a fragile thing you are. ” “ I’m sure we could find a use for you. ” “ STOP SCREAMING / STRUGGLING / CRYING ! ” “ you are wearing my patience incredibly thin, an ill advised thing to aim for. ” “ co-operate, and you will remain unharmed. ” “ welcome to your new home. ” “ if you are confused then let me assist you: the key to your survival is being of use to me, so I’d keep that in mind if I were you. ” “ get back to work! ” “ I did not drag you here to bellow and whine, get BACK to WORK! ” “ your health and wellbeing is of no consequence to me. ” “ you’ve been working hard, continue on like this and you may just earn a place here. ” “ if that is the way you intend to act then I’m afraid you’re not long for this world. ” ⛓️ + “ [ prompt idea ] ” to add your own.

actions.

send “ 💰 + ⟳ ” to be caught bribing a guard by my muse. send “ 💰 ” to catch my muse bribing a guard. send “ 🏃 ” to catch my muse escaping. send “ 🏃 + ⟳ ” to be caught escaping by my muse. send “ 🍲 ” to catch my muse staring at your muses food. send “ 🍲 + ⟳ ” to be caught staring at my muses food. send “ 🔒 ” to catch my muse picking a lock. send “ 🔒 + ⟳ ” to be caught picking a lock by my muse. send “ 💥 ” to hit or attack my muse. send “ 💥 + ⟳ ” to be hit or attacked by my muse. send “ ⛓️ + [ prompt idea ] ” to add your own.