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Nadjia Violette Dragomir (bound_nadjia) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-20 14:05:00

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in progress, john paine, nadjia dragomir, private

When latex, fur, and leather
Date: 10/20
Time: 4:00 AM
Location: Their penthouse
Characters: John Paine, Nadjia Dragomir
Description: Death and Desire
Status: Private, in progress

The Lady Dragomir's heart raced in her chest. It was just as it always was whenever she watched him work, Her tongue tickled at a pointed fang. It was a side of her that few witnessed, the once perfect specimen of a feline covered in blood and aching to feel death oozing between her fingertips.

"She is not screaming enough..." Nadjia whined, rather impatient with it all. Two fingers pressed into the wound, twisting, curling until the woman begged for her to stop. "Much better, draga," she purred, removing the digits and lapping at them as if they were covered in honey.

Of the many things that Nadjia had embraced about her Sire's darkness, it was the killing that she found the most exhilarating. Fingers coated with blood and her own saliva, the soft digits slid up the defined shoulder of the man the knew her best of all.

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bound_paine
2014-10-22 11:21 pm UTC (link)

There were certain things afforded to you with enough money. Namely the ability to buy out an entire penthouse and ensure that no one came poking around upon hearing something out of the ordinary. What constituted out of the ordinary?

Screams of pain. Begging for death. The sound of crunching bones.

Paine now believed that he'd always been a creature meant for the kill. The straight-laced nature of the surgeon of Whitechapel only served to mask the twisted madness beneath, banishing it to darkened office corners in the middle of the night. But insanity was a force to be reckoned with. It forced its way through and carved its way into his world with jagged lacerations and a merciless blade. That same blade that had helped him dispatch of her so many years ago had cut into the flesh of that evening's victim, bringing forth that absolutely beautiful crimson red.

Her blood coated his hands and arms with small splatters speckling his face and neck. A few overly enthusiastic slices, of course. As he watched his progeny bring about the screams she'd sought, a smirk began to bloom upon his lips. "Well, what's the fun of all the screams coming about at once?" The sound was something to savor at all stages, of course. "Part of the game is finding which things you do that bring about the prettiest screams."

Taking a few steps closer to their chosen guest, he looked her over. "Now, pet, what would you like me to do to you next?" His finger ran over the length of his knife, intentionally cutting the skin.

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bound_nadjia
2014-10-26 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Killing might not have been approved by the Accords, but both had behaved very well since their arrival in town, and both she and her sire deserved to relax. Besides, there wouldn't be anything left of the woman to identify her final adventure as vampire related. Not when knives were being used instead of teeth.

"True..." she trilled. Her eyes fixed upon the terrified woman, but her hands coiled around her Sire. "Don't worry, draga," she told the girl. "I'll show your corpse how to scream." Things like this always ended up the same way, after all. With the Lady Dragomir and her Doctor wrapped around each other, their bodies slick from the blood of their latest toy.

The woman shivered in anticipation, her tongue flicking out over coated fingertips. Not nearly as potent a flavor as Paine's, it would do...for now.

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bound_paine
2014-10-29 02:36 am UTC (link)

It was something to be relished, that look of fear in the woman's eyes. He'd seen such things before on countless occasions. Different faces held different stories, but it always came back to these sorts of moments. Fear was a great equalizer.

Of course, his question didn't receive an answer. Nothing more than shaking shoulders and terrified whimpers. But that wouldn't do. When he spoke, he expected a response. "Very quiet, I see." He took another few steps, beginning to circle the girl. "Hopefully you'll understand soon that I expect answers when I ask questions." His free hand reached down, fisting in the girl's hair and hauling her up part way off of the floor.

"Now. There are a myriad of possibilities. Some are more painful for you and others are less. So here are your current options." The flat of his blade ran over the girl's clavicle. "I can cut out your tongue or slice along both of your cheekbones." His grip tightened in her hair. "Choose."

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bound_nadjia
2014-10-30 11:34 pm UTC (link)

The Lady Dragomir’s hands fell to her side, her amber stare following her sire’s predatory walk. There was admiration in her eyes, appreciation, and lust. It was a beautiful sight to see a man of such talents work. None alive shy of herself was truly able to witness his special brand of masterpiece and continue breathing. At least not as far as she knew. Each stroke of his blade like a brush, painting across the creamy canvas of a woman’s flesh, Nadjia looked on with pride at her Sire's skill.

“Cheeks, draga,” she told the woman. “That is the correct answer…” Scarlet heels clicked across the floor as she closed the gap between herself and the pair. Leaning forward, her own thumb slid across the defined jaw of the trembling girl. Leaning in, the tip of a pink tongue slipped out, flicking over those innocent petal-like lips. “Definitely cheeks.”

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bound_paine
2014-11-01 03:46 am UTC (link)

It was something he'd always hated about them. They wouldn't speak. Fear-stricken was how he preferred his women to be. But perhaps there was something to be said about the women of his time. Fear had made them victims, but they had not been silent. Not until those very last moments when death set in. This one, however, was not the best specimen, it seemed. Again, there was no answer. And so he held her hair tighter, causing her hands to come up and hold on in order to ease the pull.

The decision was made without the girl's input. A cut was a cut, to be sure. Either way, the girl would bleed. "Cheeks will do nicely, I agree." The blade was drawn away from her skin and he dropped her abruptly. "The thing about bloodletting is that it's much like art." His steps were slow as he circled the girl once more. "Each stroke has purpose."

Paine knelt. The movements were quick as he took her face in one hand, but the slice along her cheek was purposefully slow. He dragged it out as long as he could, smirking as he saw the tears welling in the girl's eyes. "You bleed so well. Such a lovely shade." Of course, what was one cut without another to match? Soon her other cheek was flayed the same way, blood dripping down in small rivulets, as if by poetry.

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bound_nadjia
2014-11-04 03:29 am UTC (link)

It was a learned skill as much as it was natural talent, and for the Romani leopard turned vampire, the presence of the man, and their bond allowed for the predatory nature to seep to the surface. Perhaps it was only a matter of time given those in which she allowed herself to be attached to...her ex-husband and her Sire were both sadistic beyond compare.

Ruby lips curved upward into a sinister smirk, the woman's pointed teeth flashing in her Cheshire grin. The tip of a tongue slipping out, she allowed for it to glide along the fresh line, scooping up the scarlet. "Tasty, too..." she purred, licking at the remnants that smeared across her caramel chin.

Her hand held out, palm up, Nadjia asked the question. "May I, draga?"

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