Test Drive

[not_trogdor]

Captured:

His muscles rippled as he applied pressure to the chains around his wrists. They had taken his armor and left with only a light cotton shirt and pants. The did nothing against the cold chill that filled his cage. The cell was dark and the stone cold against his knees. He was perfectly chained down as if they knew what power he his lethal form held. The fight was a blurr and waking up in a ceil wasn't in his plans. He grunted as he shifted his weight between his legs, once more testing his shackles.

Fire blew from his mouth warming his chest for a moment before quickly being replaced by the cold. It wasn't a good plan so he quickly tried calculate an escape. He didn't know how long he had before his captors arrived. Whatever they wanted from him, he could assure that, they weren't getting it.


Got you!

He grinned to himself as he watched his prey in their cell. He was going to give them time to contemplate their fate before he approached. Food had been rationed and he knew by now they were hungry. He was determined to get what he wanted no matter what it took. Then again he was planning to have fun with it too.

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Option 2 for this gal, gooooo

[lustily]

The minutes — or had it been hours? Or days? — had dragged on, mind-numbingly slow and maddeningly boring.

Moira had only intended to stay at the keep long enough to have a little fun with the soldiers, maybe a captain or two. But when their commander, a man with the air of a ferocious beast, had blindsided her, she was all but powerless against him.

She couldn't even put up a fight; within moments, she was unconscious, and dragged off to a holding cell in some dungeon.

It had been some time since she had awoken, and saw that she was left chained by her wrists and ankles to the stone wall behind her. If she was angry, it didn't show on her features; indeed, the only thing that seemed to be present was an intense expression of impatience, as though she were waiting for something to entertain her.

The silence was only broken by the quiet growling of her stomach, and her impatience turned to irritation.

"This is certainly a fine way of spending time..."

option 1 this time!

[darksorceress]

The clicking of heels, sharp and piercing, filled the stone room. Their pace was quick, brisk – the strides of someone in complete control.

It wasn't long before the heavy stone door swung open, and Cia, in all her glory, waltzed in without a care in the world. The tone of her voice, however was a stark contrast to her demeanor.

"You should have known better than to oppose me."