Victor began pacing the cell he and Dezra were in, being caged up was not one of his favorite things to do to say the least. Several other captured mutant males were staring at his woman so he growled at them. Wait a minute, MY woman? Heh, I guess she is now. The blonde haired mammoth of a man looked back at the red haired woman who was sitting on one of the cots braiding her long hair. Her golden eyes were focused on the braid she was carefully weaving. He idly wondered if she could still read his mind but he dashed that thought away when he remembered the collars they snapped onto their necks.
Thinking of the collars made Victor put his hand onto it again, adjusting it slightly he got zapped by it. Growling deep in his throat he removed his hand and glared at the wall. Stupid Wraith, stupid collars, stupid cage. He thought, unconsciously mumbling it outloud. Dezra lifted her head up from her braid and looked at him with a smirk on her face, amusement in her eyes.
"Don't worry Sabey, we'll get out of here soon enough." She said flashing him a grin. Victor growled again at her new nickname for him. Sure he'd stand for it after she slept with him, but in the middle of this hell hole? Only in yer dreams frail.
"Don't call me that." He grumbled angry. "It's bad enough havin' people treat me like dirt, but lettin' them hear ya call me that..." He left the threat hanging making Dezra giggle.
"Okay, whatever you say Sabey." She said back to him, sarcasm dripping from her words. Faster than she could see Victor pinned her up against the wall with his hand on her throat. A threatening growl echoed the room as Dezra gasped in surprise.
"Ya should listen ta me frail." He growled out, his blue eyes narrowed. "It's dangerous ta yer health if ya don't." He squeezed her neck tighter making her struggle harder against his grip. Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore and passed out from the lack of air. Victor, realizing what he'd done released his hold on her neck and carried her to her cot. Laying her down gently he examined the wounds that had reopened from her exertions. Guilt flood him as he regretted his actions. Wait just a minute there Vic! Guilt? Regret? Are ya goin' insane!
Victor snapped out of his momentary 'insanity' as he dubbed it and brushed away the feelings of gulit and regret. It ain't yer fault tha stupid frail dosn't know when ta stop. She'll learn her lesson. He was sure of it, shrugging his thoughts into the back of his mind. Climbing into bed he brushed his blonde hair out of his face and fell asleep with the image of Dezra laying on her cot damaged from him.
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For the next week Victor and Dezra were tortured on end, from beatings to whippings, all of it hurting like hell. They lost track of time and day as they were continuously put to the test. Dezra's wounds never did get the chance to heal as they were always reopened by the beatings. She used to fight back when they would hit her but after a while she realized her attempts were fruitless and let herself be driven to the point of breaking by these unforgiving men.
The only times Victor and Dezra saw eachother was when the came back to their cells for sleep or those random times when they would pass in the hallways being led to another form of pain. Dezra was forced into becoming a maid of sorts, she didn't have a constant guide either, each day a new person was making her clean or was showing her where to go. She was told then that in one week she'd be sold on the auctioning block as a concubine or mate to whoever bid the highest, dread was her newest companion.
Victor decided even being used as a puppet was better than getting the crap beat out of him. He gave into Wraith's demands and became his murdering tool yet again, he would assasinate whomever Wraith wanted him to. The rewards were great, he wouldn't be locked up in that cell again. By now another week had passed and his time seeing Dezra had shortened immensly. They hardly saw eachother in passing and since he wasn't living in the cell again he didn't see her at night either. In a way he grieved their seperation because he missed their nights of passion, but his grieving came to an abrupt halt when Wraith told him he'd have plenty of women to fill the task that Dezra used to.
Every night Victor had a new woman to please him, they never told him no, never told him they weren't in the mood, they always did what he told them, he couldn't be happier. He soon fit back into the roll he used to fill, his schedule slipped back into him. Murder, sex, and torture, his favorite things in the world were available to him whenever he wanted them. Nobody told him no. Ever. Doubts were a thing of the past, carefree was something he was living in, but he'd be surprised with his future.
Dezra's children were another thing all on their own. Tests were run on them everyday, needles were stuck into their bodies so many times they didn't even fight anymore. It was all just taken and brushed off like a normal happening. The boys were treated terribly by the guards, getting beat up just because they were there, tortured just because they were children. Pointless reasons but they were used and nobody stopped them. The girls had it much worse though.
Jade was the first one to experience the pain of rape. It had left her in pain for long days afterwards. Three men had raped her that night, they took turns molesting and hurting her fourteen year old body with no regrets at the time. They would yank her long red hair and beat her tan skin until she bled and bruised, and still they did not care.
Victoria was next. She had it easier than her sister, only one man to hurt her, but that didn't make it feel any better. He had tortured her afterwards, blaming her for what he did as if she had forced him into hurting her. Somehow she felt like it was her fault that he had done this to her, and nobody could convince her other wise.
Taris had it easier in his sisters he had admitted to himself. He was beaten on a daily basis, and tortured for the heck of it. But the most hurtful thing they had ever done to him was made him watch his sisters be raped. Through the whole thing he begged and pleaded and screamed at the guards to stop it, to leave his sisters alone. But no, they would not cease, instead it was if his begging encouraged them and the outcomes were terrible. His sisters were bruised and bloody for days. Taris closed up from the outside world, and didn't dare come out of his shell. For somehow the outside world was no longer something fun and delightful to be in, no now it was dangerous. Predators were everywhere watching him and his sisters, waiting for the chance to strike. The children knew they were now living in the days of torture.
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Blood seeped profusely from wounds that refused to heal, bruises covered her body in a strangely beautiful pattern of black and blue. Her red hair was ripped out in several places leaving patches of baldness where hair used to be. Her sleek body was muscle, nothing on her held an ounce of fat except for her chest, and even then there was muscle underlying her breasts. She walked onto the black marley floor, men shouted and whooped from their seats in the auditorium. Colors blurred together, faces distorted from distance and the lights that shined in her eyes brightly. A medium height man with dark brown hair that was cut close to his skull stood at a podium that had a microphone attached to it. The words he yelled out were unintelligable but apparently the crowd could hear him because the yelled louder at what he said.
Several men stepped onto the stage and stood beside her. The first man was short and thin, light brown hair and a scarred face. His face looked familiar but she couldn't place it. The man standing next to him was tall, around five feet and eleven inches. He was lean, but there was muscle mass hiding behind his gentle facade. She didn't know who he was but he looked dangerous. But it was the third man who stood out the most to her. He was tall, very tall, he appeared to be all muscle. He had long dirty blonde hair that fell slightly past his shoulders but was pulled into a loose ponytail. His body was blemish free, no scars, no birth marks, no scratches or bruises. Perfect. It was Victor Creed. She knew his name now, everybody did. How could they not? Women walked around boasting to the others how good he was in bed. She knew these things well, he was Sabretooth, the first man she'd bedded in a long time.
The man at the podium started yelling to the crowd again, getting them worked up for what was soon to come. His voice was loud but his words started to become understandable.
"Who will get the lovely lady Dezra Backdraft!" He belted out to the crowd. Yells of names and other things flooded the auditorium. Shock filled Dezra, it was her dream! She was astounded to say the least, this was her dream. Her being sold in an auction, three men were bidding the highest for her, this is why they were on stage with her. Oh no. She thought. "Sold!" The man at the podium yelled out.
Dezra snapped out of her thoughts at that word. Sold? Oh God. She thought, hope was now just a bunch of crap to her. Hope when I've been sold to someone is pathetic and a waste of my time. But who bought me? Rousing from her thoughts yet again she looked around, wondering who had bought her. When a large hand gripped her arm Dezra looked up. There he stood, Victor, her owner. Dear Lord I'm doomed!
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"Welcome ta yer new home Dez." Victor informed her, he pushed her inside the large room. "Yer ta stay here when I'm not here and yer not ta go anywhere, anytime, without my permission. Understand?" He asked her, his voice was no more than a growl but it was easily understood.
"Sure, fine whatever." Dezra wasn't worrying about kindness right now, all she could think of was how just a few moments ago she had been for sale and then sold to the highest bidder. Her pride had been royalled messed around with and she was NOT happy. Victor said something but she was paying attention. She let out a sigh of relief when he left the room to do something, taking a look around the room she was to stay in she realized it wasn't all that bad.
The room was mainly blacks and greys, but it was comfortable. There was a large bed with a black comforter on top of it, it had white patterns on it in a strange display like somebody had taken a brush and just splashed paint where ever it would land. The pillows were black but had the same pattern on them. There was a large dresser and a closet, Dezra opened up a door and realized it was a very large bathroom. Noticing paintings on the wall she cocked an eyebrow. This guy is spoiled!
Exhaustion seemed to flood over Dezra right then, deciding it wouldn't do her any harm to rest she laid down on the bed and made herself comfortable. Closing her eyes she relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, trouble was the last thing on her mind right then.
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Jade was in a state of peace, she wanted to call it bliss but she wasn't that content. After being tortured for hours on end and then being raped mercilessly by a guard, she was half conscious, half unconscious, but it still left a pleasant state. Her eyesight was blurry and people were just colorful blots in her vision. She was currently incapable of speach as well, she had tried and all that had come out was several mutterings and groans. She hated being helpless.
Feeling the urge to talk to somebody or at least feel someones presence Jade reached out with her mind, feeling the people surounding her. Some minds were filled with evil thoughts and she strayed away from them, others were simply calculative, thinking like scientists, their subjects merely experiments to them. The thought sickened her and she pulled away from them. Jade had expected them to put a collar on her so that she wouldn't be able to use telepathy or telekinesis, or even use her powers of electricity. When they hadn't she wanted to laugh, but she realized that would be foolish.
She soon realized though they had drugged her, her telepathy wasn't completely gone because she could still touch minds and feel thoughts, but her powers were held back so she couldn't hurt people. Searching the room for somebody who wasn't harmful and wasn't unconscious (because her siblings had passed out from the contant pain and exhaustion) Jade almost gave up. Suddenly a strong, well shielded mind noticed her presence. She tried to pull away in time but it was too late the person was in her head and exploring her.
Jade gasped inside when she felt the mind of her mental intruder. This man was strong, yet extremely gentle with her mind, not touching memories that she held back, not forcing her into anything just calming her with his presence. She was still wary of him though, he allowed her to explore his mind a bit and she relaxed more. The sheer fact he was a mutant like her calmed her down. Most of the scientists were humans, she had thought that she and her siblings were the only mutants. I guess not. She thought.
"No, you guys aren't the only ones." Jade's eyes widened when she heard him mentally answer her thoughts. "Sorry, I shoulda at least warned ya. Names Johnathon, though I go by JJ, spy, sneak, and assasin supreme, how may I help you?" JJ's comment stunned her, but made her happier to communicate again.
"Well, I guess if you could just stay and talk with me some more that'd be wonderful." Jade wanted to beg him to stay and keep her company, being alone was not fun, and it made her afraid. "I mean, you don't have to say much all you gotta do is stick around for a while. I mean a girl gets just a bit lonely when she's got nobody to talk to." She was speaking in a rush so when JJ chuckled mentally she stopped speaking.
"Okay, whatever you want girl." And so they chatted for a while, JJ keeping Jade company while she was awake and leaving her with a sense of happiness when she fell asleep. JJ had waited until she was in deep sleep to withdraw completely from her mind, he didn't want her to start freaking out because she was alone again.
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(A/N) Howdy yall! Hee hee, no I'm not texan and I'm an extremely bad immitator. I had loads of fun with this chapter, I hope yall like it as much as I do. Leave reviews, cuz if ya don't, i'm agonna getcha! Haha, nah! Just review like a good reader! -Sabeybaby