Sanyë (thuringwethil) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-07-16 22:59:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | &ingil&thuringwethil, @ossiriand, ingil, thuringwethil |
*hauls her unconscious prey down into the basement and strips him down to his T-shirt and boxers, then plunks him into the chair she brought down earlier* *uses extension cords to bind his wrists at his sides and his ankles to the chair legs*
*steps back, dusting her hands together and grinning in anticipation* There, pretty boy. All ready to play. *takes in the slack features and purses her lips in a pout* When you wake up, anyway. *hopes he didn't fatally overdose himself, the moron* (*is hungry, but corpse-blood is just so tacky, you know?*)
*pulls up two more chairs alongside Ingil's* *seats herself in one and kicks her feet up on the other* *settles in to wait*