A/N: Finally, an update! ^_^ James Dean would really enjoy the following chapters! (laughs evilly) And hopefully you all will too! Thanks again everyone! Let's see if our silver haired half devil will be able to get himself out of this!
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"Here, drink up. It may be your last."
She set the straw in his mouth, and pulled it away as his lips tried to close on them. "No not with the straw. It's not messy enough."
Bringing the glass of water to his lips, Dante gulped in the contents that were halfway spilling across his bared chest,
water rivulets making tracks downward, causing the woman to giggle with satisfaction at the sight.
"Yes, that's right, baby. That's right. Drink it all down."
He had had enough and pulled his head to one side. Feeling a little better, hoping that perhaps the water would absorb the drugs inside him and maybe he'd be asking for bathroom privileges before she set to work on him. It was not soon enough as Dante could feel himself getting undressed, by the feminine hands pulling at the rest of his upper clothing. Leaving him vulnerable to the coldness, though he felt was not chilled from the atmosphere but from inner turmoil, being powerless under the control of someone who is able to stage-manage situations. At this moment, it was his condition she manipulated.
To control the power of mind reading meant someone with a higher intelligence and he steeled himself to keep her from reading any more thoughts that he might want to shield. But how was he able to do that? With him being as weak as he was, drugged to the point of exhaustion and near collapse, unable to do any devil triggering was the most exasperating and helpless feeling in the world. He'll make sure she got her payment for all the things she meant to do to him! These enraged thoughts connected to her and she chuckled.
"Now now, Dante dearest, we mustn't get all vindictive. You're a bad boy, Dante Sparda, so very very bad that you left little ole' me alone in a bed by my lonesome and never so much as a single phone call. That isn't so hard now is it? Just pick up the phone and call."
She got closer to his face, enjoying the upper nudity he now was able to give her for her viewing pleasure, noting the little goose bumpies that lined along his arms. She continued, "You think you can get away with anything now can you? No way, not this time, demon hunter of Sparda, no more having your way with innocent girls like me!"
Dante grumbled, his head hanging forward, silver long bangs fell, blocking his view from the woman whose voice cracked harshly with more fervor as she exacted her vengeful words,
"Woman……you're not even close to being innocent."
With that reply, the woman became incensed, immediately ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of a handful of silver hairs, pulled them in a clump and pushed his head back with force. That emitted a silent curse and a pained look from Dante.
"Hush now, wouldn't want you to get all sarcastic on me either!" she looked over at the other man who was watching with gleeful interest. "Hurry up with those you stupid cowering fool!" she yelled.
The man whose one eye widened at her command, shuffled himself closer to his mistress, then opened up his closed fists at the contents there, revealing interesting devices that even surprised Dante himself. It made him fear momentarily for the first time in his life.
"NO!" Dante rasped painfully. Shaking his head side to side, his hands making fists and blue frosty eyes pleaded with this malicious woman. The woman in turned rapped the shorter assistant with force on his head, making him flinch and cry out.
"You dimwit! Not the Viagra!"
"But mistress, I thought…"
That received another whack from his mistress and he whined inwardly, thinking of all the bumps atop his head that would form within the hour.
"If I wanted Dante Sparda that way, I would do it without the use of those kinds of drugs! Arrrgggh! Now give me the other ones."
The other ones that she was asking for were, one: the small pink panty thongs that looked suspiciously for a man. "Now this is delightful!" she squealed, as she held them up. . And the second were these custom-made whips. As whips go, they seem sturdy enough for any one else but for the devil hunter, well, they would have to be more than sturdy. That is why they are customized. A long sinewy lengthy cord with cold current going through them, battery needed, which she immediately popped a couple of small triple A's at the end handle. She looked carefully at her moaning prey, he was so deliciously sweet like this, all huddled up against the wall, his eyes flitting towards the items made for him.
"As you know, these are for you. Now be a good boy and take it like a devil hunter, this may be your last wonderful taste of what torture and pleasure could feel like."
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(Back in Tibet)
Trish was having a difficult time trying to concentrate. She kept visualizing elemental meditation in which she combined fire as a burning bush, rain as lightning and thunder accompanied as a downpour and the earth as something that the following flood had soaked up and now has caused a muddy picture. It was not coming out right in her mind. Then lastly, the winds to swish it all in one big pile of gooey clay making her break off the meditation and that was not all that was bothering her. The flash of insight that seemed to make pictures in her head worried her. It was Dante. If there's one thing that bugged and relieved her is the fact that she possessed the ability to sense something was wrong with Dante. This was transferred from his mother's likeness. Everything she had, her looks as well as her own feelings, emotions and deep psyche. So if anything was wrong with her partner, she'd know intuitively.
Should she just take off and devil triggers herself halfway there, hitching a ride on a plane and checking in on Dante? A phone call would be costlier. Using powers would be cheaper. How she loved this power and knowing that despite the fact that her kind was most feared and hated, demonic powers rule. That brought her a chuckle and some side looks from her fellow monks who were sitting peacefully by her side, meditating and humming. There was really no time to lose and it was time to say her goodbyes to her new friends. Just like a mama to get all worried for the hunter.
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(Torture!)
Dante was not pleased. The drugs were not wearing off and he felt the pain of humiliation as he was being hauled up in chains again, this time with a change of clothes. The feel of the underwear were killing him and if that weren't enough, the woman who orchestrated these events tapped her fingers on the whip she held. A curve of a smile played on her lips and she purred,
"Don't you look yummy, yet oddly cute, Dante."
She laughed robustly, and her short partner snickered from behind, enjoying the sight of a powerful demon hunter shamed, tied up and chained, brought to this most terrible situation.
The silver bangs hung over his eyes, yet they glittered ominously through his haze like drug induced feelings, spitting out words that sounded slurred,
"I'll make you pay. I swear it when I get out of here and trust me, I will."
That brought on a halt to the woman's laughter. She cocked one dark brow and clucked her tongue,
"Really? You seem so sure of that? Well, let me demonstrate my love for you."
With a quick stroke, she sent the whip flying in the air, touching the skin of the hunter, just barely so, cracking noises could be heard outside, and the current of electricity caused a shiver down Dante's spine.
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"Here, drink up. It may be your last."
She set the straw in his mouth, and pulled it away as his lips tried to close on them. "No not with the straw. It's not messy enough."
Bringing the glass of water to his lips, Dante gulped in the contents that were halfway spilling across his bared chest,
water rivulets making tracks downward, causing the woman to giggle with satisfaction at the sight.
"Yes, that's right, baby. That's right. Drink it all down."
He had had enough and pulled his head to one side. Feeling a little better, hoping that perhaps the water would absorb the drugs inside him and maybe he'd be asking for bathroom privileges before she set to work on him. It was not soon enough as Dante could feel himself getting undressed, by the feminine hands pulling at the rest of his upper clothing. Leaving him vulnerable to the coldness, though he felt was not chilled from the atmosphere but from inner turmoil, being powerless under the control of someone who is able to stage-manage situations. At this moment, it was his condition she manipulated.
To control the power of mind reading meant someone with a higher intelligence and he steeled himself to keep her from reading any more thoughts that he might want to shield. But how was he able to do that? With him being as weak as he was, drugged to the point of exhaustion and near collapse, unable to do any devil triggering was the most exasperating and helpless feeling in the world. He'll make sure she got her payment for all the things she meant to do to him! These enraged thoughts connected to her and she chuckled.
"Now now, Dante dearest, we mustn't get all vindictive. You're a bad boy, Dante Sparda, so very very bad that you left little ole' me alone in a bed by my lonesome and never so much as a single phone call. That isn't so hard now is it? Just pick up the phone and call."
She got closer to his face, enjoying the upper nudity he now was able to give her for her viewing pleasure, noting the little goose bumpies that lined along his arms. She continued, "You think you can get away with anything now can you? No way, not this time, demon hunter of Sparda, no more having your way with innocent girls like me!"
Dante grumbled, his head hanging forward, silver long bangs fell, blocking his view from the woman whose voice cracked harshly with more fervor as she exacted her vengeful words,
"Woman……you're not even close to being innocent."
With that reply, the woman became incensed, immediately ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of a handful of silver hairs, pulled them in a clump and pushed his head back with force. That emitted a silent curse and a pained look from Dante.
"Hush now, wouldn't want you to get all sarcastic on me either!" she looked over at the other man who was watching with gleeful interest. "Hurry up with those you stupid cowering fool!" she yelled.
The man whose one eye widened at her command, shuffled himself closer to his mistress, then opened up his closed fists at the contents there, revealing interesting devices that even surprised Dante himself. It made him fear momentarily for the first time in his life.
"NO!" Dante rasped painfully. Shaking his head side to side, his hands making fists and blue frosty eyes pleaded with this malicious woman. The woman in turned rapped the shorter assistant with force on his head, making him flinch and cry out.
"You dimwit! Not the Viagra!"
"But mistress, I thought…"
That received another whack from his mistress and he whined inwardly, thinking of all the bumps atop his head that would form within the hour.
"If I wanted Dante Sparda that way, I would do it without the use of those kinds of drugs! Arrrgggh! Now give me the other ones."
The other ones that she was asking for were, one: the small pink panty thongs that looked suspiciously for a man. "Now this is delightful!" she squealed, as she held them up. . And the second were these custom-made whips. As whips go, they seem sturdy enough for any one else but for the devil hunter, well, they would have to be more than sturdy. That is why they are customized. A long sinewy lengthy cord with cold current going through them, battery needed, which she immediately popped a couple of small triple A's at the end handle. She looked carefully at her moaning prey, he was so deliciously sweet like this, all huddled up against the wall, his eyes flitting towards the items made for him.
"As you know, these are for you. Now be a good boy and take it like a devil hunter, this may be your last wonderful taste of what torture and pleasure could feel like."
****
(Back in Tibet)
Trish was having a difficult time trying to concentrate. She kept visualizing elemental meditation in which she combined fire as a burning bush, rain as lightning and thunder accompanied as a downpour and the earth as something that the following flood had soaked up and now has caused a muddy picture. It was not coming out right in her mind. Then lastly, the winds to swish it all in one big pile of gooey clay making her break off the meditation and that was not all that was bothering her. The flash of insight that seemed to make pictures in her head worried her. It was Dante. If there's one thing that bugged and relieved her is the fact that she possessed the ability to sense something was wrong with Dante. This was transferred from his mother's likeness. Everything she had, her looks as well as her own feelings, emotions and deep psyche. So if anything was wrong with her partner, she'd know intuitively.
Should she just take off and devil triggers herself halfway there, hitching a ride on a plane and checking in on Dante? A phone call would be costlier. Using powers would be cheaper. How she loved this power and knowing that despite the fact that her kind was most feared and hated, demonic powers rule. That brought her a chuckle and some side looks from her fellow monks who were sitting peacefully by her side, meditating and humming. There was really no time to lose and it was time to say her goodbyes to her new friends. Just like a mama to get all worried for the hunter.
***
(Torture!)
Dante was not pleased. The drugs were not wearing off and he felt the pain of humiliation as he was being hauled up in chains again, this time with a change of clothes. The feel of the underwear were killing him and if that weren't enough, the woman who orchestrated these events tapped her fingers on the whip she held. A curve of a smile played on her lips and she purred,
"Don't you look yummy, yet oddly cute, Dante."
She laughed robustly, and her short partner snickered from behind, enjoying the sight of a powerful demon hunter shamed, tied up and chained, brought to this most terrible situation.
The silver bangs hung over his eyes, yet they glittered ominously through his haze like drug induced feelings, spitting out words that sounded slurred,
"I'll make you pay. I swear it when I get out of here and trust me, I will."
That brought on a halt to the woman's laughter. She cocked one dark brow and clucked her tongue,
"Really? You seem so sure of that? Well, let me demonstrate my love for you."
With a quick stroke, she sent the whip flying in the air, touching the skin of the hunter, just barely so, cracking noises could be heard outside, and the current of electricity caused a shiver down Dante's spine.