Early Author's Note: Hi guys! Nice to see you're still reading! I changed
the ending of the last chapter recently, sorry! Anyway, the ideas for the
next part of my story have been the ideas of RavingJackal. I take no credit
in them! I'm only writing them out. Thanks!
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When Laura woke, she shook her head, her hands coming up to rub her eyes. She had blacked out one to many times in her opinion. The teen's eyes fluttered open and she peered around her surrounding curiously, Latin inscribed everywhere. Her body throbbed. Christ, she was in pain! She groaned softly and reached out to lean against the glass, which she would have done if she hadn't been throw off.
"Ahh! What the hell, don't you guys think I'm in enough pain already?! Wait. Why did I.?" Laura leaned against the glass, trying to force it open. This attempt lasted only for a few moments before she was thrown off again. "What the hell is going on?!"
The teen was panicked now. Looking around, she saw other cells, each containing their own figures. Some where terrible sights, others more pleasant. The cell in front of her though, frightened her the most. The Jackal stood there, staring at her angrily. Laura whimpered and backed up into the corner. Why was she here? And how could she see him? This just wasn't right! Unless..Someone came up to the glass of her cell and tapped it. The woman-child screamed out of surprise.
"Hello there, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?" Jacob looked at her with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
"Let me out, please! What did you do to me?" she spat at him.
"Just added you to my collection is all." He held out his arms and looked around the hallway, Latin and all.
She rushed at the glass and slammed her weight against it, trying to get at him with all her might. He smiled, shook his head, and walked off, staring at all his other prizes. Laura screamed and shot a glare over at Ryan, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"This is your entire fault, you twisted bastard! If you hadn't have kept me in that hell hole for so long, I wouldn't be in this mess!" She yelled at him.
"My fault?! How dare you say that, you little whore! If you hadn't have come snooping around, you would never have gotten caught!" He shot right back at her.
Laura smirked. Sitting down in the center of her cell, she gave Ryan a dirty look. He only smiled and blew her a kiss. The teen knitted her brows together in disgust and tilted her head to the side some. He only grinned and reached down, touching himself.
"Ugh, that's disgusting, you mutt!" She quickly averted her gaze.
"You like it, whore, they always do."
"Shut your trap, jackal, we've all heard it before." That was a new voice to Laura's ears. Kind of like an old-fashioned accent.
Laura eyed the cell next to her own. A boy not much older than her stood in it, dressed in what looked like 50's clothes and shouldering a bat. The entire left side of him looked as though he had been badly burned with the skin ripped right off of him. He looked a little bloody, but at a good angle, he was drop dead gorgeous. He turned his gaze toward her and she was met with the same dead, pale blue eyes as the Jackal. She whimpered and backed into the corner.
"Come on now, no need to be scared. I'm nothing like him. The names Royce Clayton. Nice to meet ya, kid." Royce gave her thumbs up.
Ryan screamed, disliking the fact that Laura's attention was being taken again from him. He began to give cat calls, whistling, and howling. She hoped he would shut up and leave her alone. Giving Ryan the finger, she got to her knees and crawled over toward Royce seductively. She gave him a warning look and he got the idea, a big smile forming upon his lips. He got down on his knees as well and watched her as she made sure to arch her back forward with each movement. The Jackal pounded against the glass, screaming for 'his whore' to stop. Laura just glanced over at him and winked before she focused her attention back on Royce. She stopped right in front of the glass and slowly began to tug at the sleeves of her straight jacket, being the only thing she wore in death. Her body swayed to an unheard rhythm and Royce gave her an amused look while the Jackal placed his face as close to the glass as possible.
"Hey there, doll." Royce said in a charming voice.
"Hey there, babe." She grinned at him and rolled onto her back, staring up at him like a curious kitten.
Ryan was pissed, but he didn't want her to stop. He just kept on staring at her like a kid looking into a candy store. His claws scraped at the glass, avoiding the Latin and growled softly. This was a slow torture. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he reached into the scrub pants he wore and began to pleasure himself, imagining Laura's screams ringing in his ears. Laura caught sight of this and quickly got up, turning her back with a bright red blush rushing into her cheeks.
"Oh my Gods, is he doing what I think he's doing?" Laura was beyond grossed out.
"Yup. Doing that and more." Royce responded in a disappointed voice.
Laura turned and glared at the Jackal, smacking the glass of her cell. Gods, he was disgusting!
"Ryan, stop trying to get off! Jesus, are you insatiable, or just a fuckin' desperate loser?"
The Jackal didn't bother to stop, but instead, only made it more obvious, flashing a death glare at Laura. She returned the favor with her own glare. Boy was he gonna wish he'd never done that the first chance she got! Glancing over at Royce, her eyes softened and she offered him a gentle smile. He smiled back at her and sat down in a corner near her. She walked over to the corner next to him and sat down, staring at him through the glass.
"So, Royce, what do you guys do for fun around here?" She tilted her head to the side some to add to her curiosity.
"Pretty much go all out trying to get out. And the Jackal, well.I think you may already know." He chuckled softly.
"What's to laugh about? He's just a sick sadist. One that got me into this mess." Laura reached up and drug the pads of her fingers over the cuts on her face.
"He did that?"
"Yeah, this is all his handy work."
They heard a content sigh and shivered, Laura covering her mouth and closing her eyes tightly. Royce just averted his gaze and stared at all the other ghost's with them. This had to be the worst place he had ever been too, other than the glass house. He glanced over at Laura again and smiled softly, reaching up to touch the glass while her eyes were closed.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Laura groaned.
"Ghosts can't get sick, doll, it's just the way it is." Royce took his hand away from the glass quickly.
"Well if I do, I trust you to take care of me. And stop calling me doll, my name is Laura." Royce nodded and chuckled again.
"What ever you say do-Laura. I'll take care of ya." The Torn Prince watched at the young woman child slowly curled up in the corner and attempt sleep.
When Laura woke, she shook her head, her hands coming up to rub her eyes. She had blacked out one to many times in her opinion. The teen's eyes fluttered open and she peered around her surrounding curiously, Latin inscribed everywhere. Her body throbbed. Christ, she was in pain! She groaned softly and reached out to lean against the glass, which she would have done if she hadn't been throw off.
"Ahh! What the hell, don't you guys think I'm in enough pain already?! Wait. Why did I.?" Laura leaned against the glass, trying to force it open. This attempt lasted only for a few moments before she was thrown off again. "What the hell is going on?!"
The teen was panicked now. Looking around, she saw other cells, each containing their own figures. Some where terrible sights, others more pleasant. The cell in front of her though, frightened her the most. The Jackal stood there, staring at her angrily. Laura whimpered and backed up into the corner. Why was she here? And how could she see him? This just wasn't right! Unless..Someone came up to the glass of her cell and tapped it. The woman-child screamed out of surprise.
"Hello there, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?" Jacob looked at her with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
"Let me out, please! What did you do to me?" she spat at him.
"Just added you to my collection is all." He held out his arms and looked around the hallway, Latin and all.
She rushed at the glass and slammed her weight against it, trying to get at him with all her might. He smiled, shook his head, and walked off, staring at all his other prizes. Laura screamed and shot a glare over at Ryan, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"This is your entire fault, you twisted bastard! If you hadn't have kept me in that hell hole for so long, I wouldn't be in this mess!" She yelled at him.
"My fault?! How dare you say that, you little whore! If you hadn't have come snooping around, you would never have gotten caught!" He shot right back at her.
Laura smirked. Sitting down in the center of her cell, she gave Ryan a dirty look. He only smiled and blew her a kiss. The teen knitted her brows together in disgust and tilted her head to the side some. He only grinned and reached down, touching himself.
"Ugh, that's disgusting, you mutt!" She quickly averted her gaze.
"You like it, whore, they always do."
"Shut your trap, jackal, we've all heard it before." That was a new voice to Laura's ears. Kind of like an old-fashioned accent.
Laura eyed the cell next to her own. A boy not much older than her stood in it, dressed in what looked like 50's clothes and shouldering a bat. The entire left side of him looked as though he had been badly burned with the skin ripped right off of him. He looked a little bloody, but at a good angle, he was drop dead gorgeous. He turned his gaze toward her and she was met with the same dead, pale blue eyes as the Jackal. She whimpered and backed into the corner.
"Come on now, no need to be scared. I'm nothing like him. The names Royce Clayton. Nice to meet ya, kid." Royce gave her thumbs up.
Ryan screamed, disliking the fact that Laura's attention was being taken again from him. He began to give cat calls, whistling, and howling. She hoped he would shut up and leave her alone. Giving Ryan the finger, she got to her knees and crawled over toward Royce seductively. She gave him a warning look and he got the idea, a big smile forming upon his lips. He got down on his knees as well and watched her as she made sure to arch her back forward with each movement. The Jackal pounded against the glass, screaming for 'his whore' to stop. Laura just glanced over at him and winked before she focused her attention back on Royce. She stopped right in front of the glass and slowly began to tug at the sleeves of her straight jacket, being the only thing she wore in death. Her body swayed to an unheard rhythm and Royce gave her an amused look while the Jackal placed his face as close to the glass as possible.
"Hey there, doll." Royce said in a charming voice.
"Hey there, babe." She grinned at him and rolled onto her back, staring up at him like a curious kitten.
Ryan was pissed, but he didn't want her to stop. He just kept on staring at her like a kid looking into a candy store. His claws scraped at the glass, avoiding the Latin and growled softly. This was a slow torture. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he reached into the scrub pants he wore and began to pleasure himself, imagining Laura's screams ringing in his ears. Laura caught sight of this and quickly got up, turning her back with a bright red blush rushing into her cheeks.
"Oh my Gods, is he doing what I think he's doing?" Laura was beyond grossed out.
"Yup. Doing that and more." Royce responded in a disappointed voice.
Laura turned and glared at the Jackal, smacking the glass of her cell. Gods, he was disgusting!
"Ryan, stop trying to get off! Jesus, are you insatiable, or just a fuckin' desperate loser?"
The Jackal didn't bother to stop, but instead, only made it more obvious, flashing a death glare at Laura. She returned the favor with her own glare. Boy was he gonna wish he'd never done that the first chance she got! Glancing over at Royce, her eyes softened and she offered him a gentle smile. He smiled back at her and sat down in a corner near her. She walked over to the corner next to him and sat down, staring at him through the glass.
"So, Royce, what do you guys do for fun around here?" She tilted her head to the side some to add to her curiosity.
"Pretty much go all out trying to get out. And the Jackal, well.I think you may already know." He chuckled softly.
"What's to laugh about? He's just a sick sadist. One that got me into this mess." Laura reached up and drug the pads of her fingers over the cuts on her face.
"He did that?"
"Yeah, this is all his handy work."
They heard a content sigh and shivered, Laura covering her mouth and closing her eyes tightly. Royce just averted his gaze and stared at all the other ghost's with them. This had to be the worst place he had ever been too, other than the glass house. He glanced over at Laura again and smiled softly, reaching up to touch the glass while her eyes were closed.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Laura groaned.
"Ghosts can't get sick, doll, it's just the way it is." Royce took his hand away from the glass quickly.
"Well if I do, I trust you to take care of me. And stop calling me doll, my name is Laura." Royce nodded and chuckled again.
"What ever you say do-Laura. I'll take care of ya." The Torn Prince watched at the young woman child slowly curled up in the corner and attempt sleep.