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madelder-shuck‌.

“I will take that as a yes.” The beast snickered, offering the girl a smile as he pulled away. He gently tipped up the woman’s chin, eyes dancing. “I will keep it our little secret, pet…best be on your best behavior to keep my lips sealed hm?”

Lydia frowned and tried to look away, but the man held a firm grasp on her chin. She didn’t feel entirely reassured that he’d keep her secret, whether she was on her best behavior or not. The wicked glint in his eyes said otherwise. But still, she nodded hastily. “I will, I promise.”

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nialldevoursall‌.

Niall studied his face with a thoughtful expression of his own. He sometimes envied sirens their ability to tune into others thoughts. At the moment he would have given a lot to know what Lydia was thinking. She seemed to be spiraling somewhat, and he was trying to decide whether or not to actually offer her a shoulder to cry on and simple soothing words, or to go ahead with his plan to seduce the little kitten. He did want to help her, but of course his motives were not pure and selfless. Not in the least. 

The poor baby sounded so broken, and she was coaxing out his parental side as he held her, stroked her body and hair in order to help her calm down and feel safe and cared for. There was nothing that could stop the demon from seeing her trough now. She had such a beautiful blush to her cheeks, the kind that made him want it to last longer, curious to see if he could. How adorable she was being, snuggling up to him and nuzzling into his touch. It was hard to believe any touch of his would be unwelcome. With that in mind, and her soft spoken consent, Niall shifted slightly, keeping his one arm around her but freeing the other up. His lips kept pressing against her soft hair, the tip of her ear, then her silken earlobe and cheek. In the meantime his hand stroked down her side, running down the length of her thigh to her inner knee, then stroking back up. He caressed her inner thigh for a long while before reaching up between her legs, grateful for the skirt she was wearing, giving him such easy access to her sweet cotton panties. Slowly he began to pet her little kitty, stroking her sex with gentle but firm movements. “It will all be alright kitten.” He murmured against her lips, cupping his own around her bottom lip in a soft kiss. 

She could hear her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, sounding about as loud as thunder. She’d never been quite so torn as in that moment, feeling utterly terrified, but yet aroused. Conveniently, Niall seemed ready to ease both emotions. It was easy for her to melt down against his body, and when she closed her eyes and concentrated on the soft touch of his lips against her skin.  She swiped a hand quickly over her face, removing the signs of her teariness. 

Lydia hardly even gasped when he shifted her weight, but she eased seamlessly to the side, allowing his free hand better access. His touch felt perfect, and she could feel every last shred of resistance leaving her body. Her hands felt achingly empty, so she slid them into his thick dark hair and combed her fingers through it. By the time his strokes had ventured up her skirt, she was nearly panting. 

She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since she’d been with someone. And certainly no one had ever paid her pleasure this much attention before. Lydia bit her teeth into her lower lip, trying to keep from bucking her hips up to meet his fingers. She could hardly breathe, and he’d barely started to touch her. When he whispered more reassurances, she gave another soft whimper. Not scared, but desperate.

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madelder-shuck .

Walker…..the wolf’s lips slowly twisted in a smile, his eyes dancing with a twisted mirth. “Ya were the human he was saving….werent ya?” He chuckled, his voice hushed as if he was telling her a secret.

She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d given up the truth. It was amazing just how fast she’d realized that every decision that led her to this place was the wrong one. And she was still making wrong choices. Instead of answering the next question, she simply looked away and closed her eyes. He no doubt already knew the answer.

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hanna-witter.

Before the collar was put around her neck, she would have been able to hear the girl’s heart pounding and smelled the blood pumping through her veins. Now, that was all gone and it was strange for her. All of her heightened senses were gone. 

Looking the other blonde over quickly, she could see how unsure she was about all of this, just like every other new slave who really had no idea what they’d just gotten into. “Nice to meet you, Lydia,” She replied, reaching up to touch her own collar. “This? It’s a collar to dampen my powers. I’m actually a vampire.” Saying it so freely was still odd to Hanna. She’d hidden it for so long, until the supernaturals took over and she was living among them, she had felt this need to keep it to herself. “Where were you before you ended up here, Lydia?”

Lydia had always had a curious nature, though it had gotten her into trouble more than a few times. As a kid, she’d always been the first to talk to a stranger, to ask a dozen questions.  But she’d never really faced severe consequences for being a merely curious child. It was only after the question had passed her lips that Lydia paused to wonder why she’d asked. She didn’t think Lydia would actually be bothered by it, but there would certainly be others here who wouldn’t take so kindly to such a bold inquiry.

Lydia’s mouth gaped open for a moment at the answer. “You’re really a vampire? Wow. I’ve never been this close to a real live vampire before.” Then she bit her lip, and gave a half mumbled laugh. “Okay, maybe live isn’t the best word.” 

“I was, uh, not too far from here. A little town a few hours away.”

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iristelekixetic.

A million thoughts appeared to be going trough the girls head. And while in a less restless mood Iris would ask and take her time, she had no such patience or grace to give today. Her green hues watched the human, the weight of them a small indicator at her age as the witch briefly considered how to proceed.

“Good girl.” She calmly praised, using the girls pant loops to pull her in close. It was simple really, she was about to demand quiet a bit from this cuteball of a slave, and she was not going to be shy about it. “Show me.” She murmuringly ordered, her lips hoovering before Lydia’s. “Show me how you kiss.”

The blonde bounced slightly on one heel to the other, her hands twisting together nervously. She had never admitted what she and her friend had done to anyone. She’d always known she was a bit too curious to ever be considered straight, but she’d been too afraid to openly explore her sexuality. That one kiss though, it had been special. It was so different with a woman. And now that the option for another kiss was in front of her, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Lydia gasped lightly as the witch pulled her closer. Her hand came up automatically, and it landed lightly on the other woman’s shoulder. She was warm, and Lydia was surprised to realize she wasn’t as terrified as she had been. At the order, she froze for just a moment. But did she really have any other choice?

Her heart thumping wildly in her chest, Lydia leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Iris’s.

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elderdamien‌.

“Lydia,” He repeated, a sweet but soothing smile on his face as she took his hand. He wrapped his own around her dainty, fragile hand and tugged gently to bring her closer to him. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He could see how she was shaking, terrified of this place and what anyone might do to her. “Are you scared? There’s nothing to be afraid of, Lydia. Promise.”

Lydia dragged her lip between her teeth, biting anxiously. It was a nervous habit she’d had since she was a kid. She’d never been able to break it, and it was just another way that she wore her heart on her sleeve. Every thought in her head was written on her body like she was an open book. 

“Um, thanks. Thank you. What’s your name?” At least he was reassuring. She relaxed her shoulders slightly, though her hand still squeezed his. “I just don’t really know what’s happening. So it’s a little... scary.”

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madelder-shuck‌.

Lie. Shuck’s kind grip on the woman’s hair turned mean, easily grabbing a handfull and twisting. “Best ya dont lie.” He hissed, barring his teeth at the woman with a snarl. “So imma ive ya a chance to give me the right chance.”

She should’ve expected their secret wouldn’t last, but she had hoped it wouldn’t have happened so fast. The master’s hand twisted into her hair and she mewled softly. “Walker. Lydia Walker.”

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traitorjakewalker‌.

“Shhh, not too loud. Look – whatever plans you figure out just- just talk to me first, okay? I’ve tried a few things. No use repeating my past failures.” He brushed his fingers through her hair lightly, feigning calm. In reality, the only time he’d ever been so frightened for her before was when his father had turned back up. That panic had kept her alive but now he didn’t even have his power to put to use.

He took a deep breath, pulling her close and pressing his face to the bars enough that he could manage a kiss to her forehead. “They can be fickle, Lyds.” And he had a reputation. “Just be careful, that’s all I’m saying. Look after yourself.” It was easy to say but he knew he’d sell his soul before he looked out for himself before her.

“I love you.”

He’d tried before? That was discouraging. She’d expected it, really, but hearing it come out of his mouth made her stomach turn. But it didn’t matter. They’d just have to figure out something else. 

Really, she didn’t even want to think about it. Right now she just wanted to focus on the fact that she was seeing her brother for the first time in five years. And god, she’d missed him. She wanted to just sit down with him and talk for hours. 

“I will. I promise, I’ll be careful. We’ll figure it out, okay? Just— ” She pulled back to catch her breath. She had no idea when she’d started crying, but now she couldn’t stop. “I love you, too. I missed you so much.”

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tinydelilah‌.

delilah was trying her hardest to keep herself positive. she had lost track of the amount of time she had been there. but today was different, her normal personality was gone when she realized that today was her birthday. she wasn’t ever much of a celebrater of it, after years of torturous days it had lost its charm. “happy birthday to me…” she murmured softly, a sad smile on her face.

Lydia had been moping about in her cell for a while. She was determined not to linger in a miserable state of mind for too long... but she needed to mourn for a bit. And then she’d figure out how to get out of here.

But she was beginning to be distracted from her from her planning and pouting when she heard the girl in the other cell. She perked up, moved closer to the door where she could see her. “It’s your birthday today?”

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madelder-shuck.

Shuck moved closer, the beast resting a hand beside the girl’s head as he practically loomed over her. “My my, ya apologize cute, pet.” He purred, reaching to play with her hair. He gently pulled the strand to his nose, inhaling…..only to recognize the scent. His eyes narrowed slowly as he cocked his head. “….what is ya last name again, cutie?”

Lydia tried her best to merge herself with the wall. If she tried hard enough, maybe she could sink through the floor. But at least he wasn’t pissed off anymore. He reached for her hair and she tried not to cringe away. Then he asked what her last name was, and her blood ran cold. He had obviously smelled her. But did she actually smell that much like her brother? She didn’t know. Jake told her not to tell. “S-Smith?”

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nialldevoursall.

He nodded, having to feign understanding and sympathy on that count. The demon knew very little about being apart of a community or being looked after by others. He had spent too many decades alone. Too many years making sure he got what he needed and what he wanted as all the ones around him did the same. It was a regular demons life for you, everyone looked out for themselves only. They were not big on loyalty. Noticing the blankness of her eyes his expression softened even more. “Oh sweet girl.” he murmured, stroking her cheek in an attempt to soothe and comfort her. 

It did seem as if he was succeeding in soothing her. She was calmer, yet all too close to a certain edge. He suspected the weight of her enslavement was resting heavier and heavier on her heart by the minute as she was given time to consider what her life here might be like. And yet the demon knew he could take advantage of that, make her feel as if this wasn’t a rental at all, but him taking care of her. Looking out for her. His gaze momentarily dropped to their intertwined hands, then came back up to take in her tears. Void of any more hesitations Niall tugged her into his arms, kissing her cheek, then her lips. “Shh, love, its alright. You’re safe here, I’ll take care of you. I’ll help.” he promised. Lifting her off her feet, the demon moved them over to the couch, setting her in his lap as he held her in his arms, fingers brushing her cheeks, her arms, the length of her thighs. “Just breathe.” Stroking her hair with his one hand, Niall tucked a couple of strands behind her ear. “I can make you feel better. Will you let me make you feel better princess?” 

Lydia kept her eyes locked on her hands, where they looked so small wrapped in Niall’s. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall at any moment. Her stomach twisted into knots, and she couldn’t keep her eyes from filling with tears. After the months, the years, she’d spent trying to track down her brother, she’d been so desperate. She would’ve done anything just to see him again. So she had ended the quest by throwing herself right into the lion’s den with him.

A broken whimper left her lips, but it was quickly quieted when Niall pulled her in against his chest. She almost started to argue, to throw out excuses and platitudes. But the immediate comfort of his touch stopped her. Instead, she allowed herself to lean in further to his warmth.

The kiss was slightly unexpected, but Lydia’s body reacted immediately. Her cheeks flushed pink, even as a tear trickled down. He only whispered reassurances to her, and when he picked her up, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder. She hid bashfully in his shirt and let his soft touch soothe her. She was still breathless and emotional, but when he gently moved her hair, she nuzzled her face into his hand like a kitten. Her voice cracked and she hardly bothered to speak to answer. “Uh-huh. Yeah.”

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madelder-shuck.

The cell door was opened and Shuck stepped inside, humming. “Ooooooo and ya a bad liar.” He laughed, smiling broadly at the girl as he easily stepped closer. “Dont tell me, uh, ya a liar now…I tend to be rather brutal with em.”

She’d picked the wrong answer. She had absolutely picked the wrong answer. Lydia dropped her head low and backed herself right up against the cell well. “No, I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.”

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elderdamien‌.

He could see just how scared she was of him at first, loving the new ones that were like that. They were the easiest to manipulate and play with and he would have his fun with her too. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I’m not gonna hurt you,” He told her, reaching through the bars, extending his hand to her for her to grab. “You just woke up in this cell, didn’t you? Go on. Tell me your name,” his voice sweet and warm sounding, not showing any of his hidden intentions.

She was so scared that she could actually feel her knees trembling,  struggling to hold her weight when she walked forward. But to her surprise, the master extended his hand and spoke to her warmly. Lydia gave an automatic sigh of relief. She was still trembling, but now reached out for his hand, which she gripped tightly. “Yes. I’m, uh, Lydia.”

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madelder-shuck‌.

“Oh?” Shuck cocked his head at the woman again, smirk growing wider. “Than why ya backin away from me, cutie?” He teased, waving over a guard to open the cell.

“I, uh...” It was mostly subconscious, but she continued to back up into the cell when he signaled a guard. She didn’t want him to come in.  Her voice cracked slightly when she answered. “I’m... not?”

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nialldevoursall‌.

He ought to move slow. The demon was well aware of that. Lydia had that look about her, the kind that warned him she would spook easily and had to be properly reassured and drawn in before anything else could happen between them. Her current stance was proof of that. How protectively she held herself. The sight inspired that rare protective urge in Niall as well. The urge to shield her from anyone and anything she might encounter in this city. 

“Ah, small towns can get a bit tedious. But I’m sure you miss it..” he commented more than asked, sure that talking of her home might not be the best way to keep the mood light. He had only been curious. As he studied her round face and beautiful features, he still was. While her breathing stilling and her not withdrawing from him were both good signs, he couldn’t be sure when innocent touch would turn into going a step too far. He didn’t know her well enough to know. Though when she immediately took the blame, he was quick to shake his head. “No, no of course not sweet girl. I was implying I might have.. I should have asked you before touching you like that.”  

“It was nice actually. We looked out for each other.”  She’d never felt particularly close to those people, despite having grown up with them. The heartbreaking distance from her brother caused Lydia to withdraw even more, afraid of seeing the people she cared about taken away. But now, she would give anything to be back with them. She had never realized just how lucky she was for what she’d had. The thought made her eyes tear up slightly, so she tried to push it away. She had to focus on what was in front of her. Her people would still be there, if she could just get Jake and herself out. “I do miss it. Very much.” 

Niall’s immediate reassurance soothed Lydia’s nerves. She was so afraid she was mess things up, and she couldn’t afford that. Beside, Niall had been nothing but kind to her. Kind when she’d landed herself in so much more trouble than she’d ever expected. She was in such a fragile state, and he was there and comforting and warm...

She shook her head and before she could think better of it, reached out to grab his hand. “It’s, it’s okay.” Her eyes quickly flooded with tears, the sudden overwhelming realization of what was happening sinking in. She squeezed his hand tighter, rubbed a fist at her eyes. “I don’t even know whats happening anymore...”

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sierraxblackbird.

Sierra felt her guilt multiply as Lydia sank to the floor, crossing her own to crouch as close to the blonde as she could get with the bars separating them. “I’m sorry Lydia.. I’m so sorry.” She murmured, feeling awful for both scaring the girl and forcing her eyes open to the world she had come to. Sierra knew that unlike herself, lots of slaves used weeks, months and years to accept where they were and what they were expected to become. She had decided four days in that if this was going to be her life, then she would make the most of it. Do what she needed to survive, have a positive attitude, view every rental and experience as a lesson. But she didn’t have anyone out there who missed her. Sure her adoptive siblings probably missed her, if they were even still free and not enslaved themselves. Save for them she had no one. Her parents were dead, her adoptive mother had died as well.. her adoptive father loosing his mind and care to alcohol. 

“I’m not sure its much to thank me for but I really hope things work out for you. At least with the truth in mind you can decide how to go about this whole situation.” She said, remorse lingering in her voice. “Three weeks or so. Its a bit hard to keep count.” 

Sierra moved closer to her, and though Lydia still felt a bit lightheaded, she crawled along the floor to move in as well. If they were both stuck in this godforsaken place, at least she might find some comfort in having a friend. And it seemed Sierra was being honest with her. She could use someone like that around. 

“It’s, uh, it’s oh...” She started to offer a standard consolation, but quickly caught herself. There was no way she could say ‘it’s okay’ right now. Nothing was okay. But at least she wasn’t alone. “Thank you.” She offered Sierra a weak but reassuring smile. “Thank you for telling me.’

“Just three weeks? You seem to be very well adjusted. Do you have any tips? Is there a Slave 101?” She cringed at the poor attempt at a joke. “God, I’m so sorry. I think I’m in shock.”