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valarltdMasquerade: 14076
Songs: 7121
2002 words, so I can write on Nick!
Nick & Corban: 350
Corban in Control: 291
2643 total
Liza set dinner on the table. The bitch Tanis was talking to her frightening owner in the hall. She breathed quietly and steeled herself to action. A slight sprinkle over the food, a tiny dribble in the wine she poured them, and her plan went into motion. She didn't drink wine, just water while she was in training.
They came in, laughing, his arm around her waist. He sat down and She joined him. Liza waited by the counter for a break in the conversation.
“Please, may I eat?” she asked, just as Nick had taught her.
“Of course.” Ligatos gestured to her chair and filled her plate. “Wine?” he asked, noticing she hadn't poured herself a glass
“No, thank you. I don't have a head for it.” She ate quietly and rapidly, listening to Her talk. The bitch could talk about anything, any time. She wasn't afraid of anything either. Liza desperately wanted to be that way. But everyone here scared her to death. They were never anything but nice, and that scared her more, because she knew they weren't nice, not at all.
They ate and drank, never suspecting. Liza excused herself and cleared the table, the actoin having become routine in the last weeks. She moved more easily than she had. She smiled as she put the last dish in the dishwasher. There, three weeks without breaking anything at all.
She slipped out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to do her homework. Nick was moving her along pretty fast in Italian. She was reading children's picture books and getting very tired of Elmer the Patchwork Elephant and his colors and friends and weather. Nick promised they would move onward soon.
She heard a groan from the other bedroom. They wouldn't be moving onward. She stood in the door and watched as Tanis collpased on the bed. Ligatos turned to her and took two shaky steps, but went down as well.
Liza headed out the door. She turned the key in the elevator and went for the garage under the Building. Steven was waiting when the door opened.
She stifled a scream. When he came for her, she executed the form he'd taught her day before. The comical look on his face as he landed on his back almost made her laugh, but she fled for the nearest car.
Nick melted out of the shadows behind her and got an arm around her throat. She tried flipping him as Steven had taught her, but the move didn't work for that hold.
Steven regained his feet and came to her. Nick let her go and he threw her over his shoulder. She hammered at his back with her fists, but gave it up quickly as futile. “Oh little girl, you just made the biggest mistake of your life,” he said as Nick turned the key for the penthouse.
David and Kyle stood in the door as Dr. Head dosed James, trying to make him regurgitate the poison.
Liza sent the doctor a haughty glare. “Ipacac won't work,” she sneered.
Steven set her on her feet and twisted her neck into something she knew would break it with a twist of his wrist. “What will, sweetmeat? I'd hate to have to kill you.”
Nick leered at her. “Raping your corpse won't be nearly as much fun.” He ran one finger down her cheek and neck and around the swell of her breast.
Liza thought fast. They wouldn't kill her until they knew their master and the bitch were safe. “The antidote is in my room. Between the mattress and springs. And my corpse is all you'll ever touch of me.” She hated the way her voice shook.
“It would seem I have an excellent hold on your neck,” Steven corrected.
Nick practically flew out of the room. Liza watched her handiwork with a dispassionate gaze. Tanis had begun to turn purple. Most unflattering with her red hair, Liza decided. James was bloating, his handsome well-made body swelling.
Songs: 7121
2002 words, so I can write on Nick!
Nick & Corban: 350
Corban in Control: 291
2643 total
Liza set dinner on the table. The bitch Tanis was talking to her frightening owner in the hall. She breathed quietly and steeled herself to action. A slight sprinkle over the food, a tiny dribble in the wine she poured them, and her plan went into motion. She didn't drink wine, just water while she was in training.
They came in, laughing, his arm around her waist. He sat down and She joined him. Liza waited by the counter for a break in the conversation.
“Please, may I eat?” she asked, just as Nick had taught her.
“Of course.” Ligatos gestured to her chair and filled her plate. “Wine?” he asked, noticing she hadn't poured herself a glass
“No, thank you. I don't have a head for it.” She ate quietly and rapidly, listening to Her talk. The bitch could talk about anything, any time. She wasn't afraid of anything either. Liza desperately wanted to be that way. But everyone here scared her to death. They were never anything but nice, and that scared her more, because she knew they weren't nice, not at all.
They ate and drank, never suspecting. Liza excused herself and cleared the table, the actoin having become routine in the last weeks. She moved more easily than she had. She smiled as she put the last dish in the dishwasher. There, three weeks without breaking anything at all.
She slipped out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to do her homework. Nick was moving her along pretty fast in Italian. She was reading children's picture books and getting very tired of Elmer the Patchwork Elephant and his colors and friends and weather. Nick promised they would move onward soon.
She heard a groan from the other bedroom. They wouldn't be moving onward. She stood in the door and watched as Tanis collpased on the bed. Ligatos turned to her and took two shaky steps, but went down as well.
Liza headed out the door. She turned the key in the elevator and went for the garage under the Building. Steven was waiting when the door opened.
She stifled a scream. When he came for her, she executed the form he'd taught her day before. The comical look on his face as he landed on his back almost made her laugh, but she fled for the nearest car.
Nick melted out of the shadows behind her and got an arm around her throat. She tried flipping him as Steven had taught her, but the move didn't work for that hold.
Steven regained his feet and came to her. Nick let her go and he threw her over his shoulder. She hammered at his back with her fists, but gave it up quickly as futile. “Oh little girl, you just made the biggest mistake of your life,” he said as Nick turned the key for the penthouse.
David and Kyle stood in the door as Dr. Head dosed James, trying to make him regurgitate the poison.
Liza sent the doctor a haughty glare. “Ipacac won't work,” she sneered.
Steven set her on her feet and twisted her neck into something she knew would break it with a twist of his wrist. “What will, sweetmeat? I'd hate to have to kill you.”
Nick leered at her. “Raping your corpse won't be nearly as much fun.” He ran one finger down her cheek and neck and around the swell of her breast.
Liza thought fast. They wouldn't kill her until they knew their master and the bitch were safe. “The antidote is in my room. Between the mattress and springs. And my corpse is all you'll ever touch of me.” She hated the way her voice shook.
“It would seem I have an excellent hold on your neck,” Steven corrected.
Nick practically flew out of the room. Liza watched her handiwork with a dispassionate gaze. Tanis had begun to turn purple. Most unflattering with her red hair, Liza decided. James was bloating, his handsome well-made body swelling.
