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Tweak says, "Just bend the slurry, woman!"

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
2014-11-01 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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