Grabby hands! Who: Angeline, Hunter, and Domina When: Midday Where: Ad Gustum
After leaving Hunter's cell, Domina had made a call to her dear sister, informing her that it was very important she get to Ad Gustum with all haste. Once the younger Moriarty arrived, Domina was already waiting in the foyer for her, all smiles and grins. "I have a surprise for you!" she announced, moving to her sister's side, and blindfolding her before objections could be raised. "I think you are going to be very happy."
The younger Moriarty sister had been keeping herself well amused with watching the carnage going on in the streets of Scarlet Oak when she received the call from her darling sister. She made the short trek over to Ad Gustum with very little problem aside from occasionally having to swerve here and there to avoid running over those fleeing from Demonic attack (wouldn't want to interfere with her kin's fun and games now, would she? Never!).
Angeline was already quite curious as to what her dear sister was up to. Finding Domina there to greet her in the foyer with that smile that just screamed she was up to no damn good only served to perk her curiosity. She merely smirked and did not protest, even with the addition of the blindfold. "Well this ought to be good," she murmured with a smirk. Curiouser and curiouser.
"You will not be disappointed," Domina promised, securing the blindfold before leading Angeline in the direction of the elevators. She'd know they were going to the dungeons, of course - there was no use trying to hide that from a were - but she wouldn't know why. She'd take it. And it would be more than enough to salvage Domina's day! "I have quite the gift waiting. Something you have wanted a long time!" Okay, Angeline had only known it existed, what, a month? That was a long time to wait for a Moriarty girl. A lifetime.
In the dungeons, Domina cheerfully lead her sister to goatboy's cell (she hadn't asked his name, nor did she care), let them in, and positioned her sister for the best possible view before whipping off the blindfold. "Surprise!"
Domina's surprises rarely if ever disappointed, in fact, they more often than not were really rather epic and Angeline had every reason to believe that this too -- whatever it was, would be well worth the jaunt over to Ad Gustum on Demon day. Angeline was well aware where they were headed, even blindfolded she knew every corner and turn of the place, even if she hadn't memorized it all, the smells would give it away. "Oooh?!" A gift? And one she'd been wanting? Oh yes, this would have to be epic.
Reaching the dungeons, Angeline's nose twitched slightly at the rather odd new addition to the usual smells and she could swear she could smell... a goat? Her nose wrinkled slightly as the smell grew stronger and she was half beginning to wonder if Domina wasn't playing a practical joke on her for a moment -- until she whipped off the blindfold...
A wicked smile curled on the younger Moriarty girl's lips, a frightfully gleeful smile as her eyes took in the sight of the boy chained to the wall. "OoooOoooh you got me a shiny!" she clapped, bouncing. Her eyes moved surveyed the rest of the room and fell on the goat, her nose wrinkling again. "And... a goat... please to be telling me the present is the boy and not the smelly goat..."
Domina smirked wickedly, as if they weren't talking about this poor bastard's fate right in front of him. And his goat. "No, that's his familiar... I leave it in your hands what's done there." It'd have to be kept alive, but that didn't mean it would have to be happy. And the smell really was horribly offensive. "The boy is what's important. He has been put under a submission spell, bound... to you! He doesn't know it yet, but he will have to do whatever you command. He may not like it, and he may be rather vocal... but I figured it was no fun if I took out all the fight in him." Grinning, she turned her attention to Goatboy. "Meet your new master. Angeline Moriarty, as promised."
As the first bitch, as he was now going to think of her since she hadn't actually told him her name, came in with a blindfolded girl. It didn't take much to come to the conclusion that this would be Angeline Moriarty, who he was now apparently property of. It didn't take much to deduce that some sort of a spell had been put on him considering what had occurred earlier in the day. What Hunter couldn't fully know was exactly what that entailed. Right at that moment he wished that he knew someone who could have taught him magic. Woops, technically he did, but still it wasn't that sort of magic that he was being taught. Instead she was learning to become one with his element. So far he hadn't exactly excelled considering the best he could do was create a small breeze. Apparently that was good progress according to Ulric, but for a young man who had basically never had to try to excel it seemed like he was never going to get to the finishing line.
Awesome was all Hunter thought, as he listened to apparently exactly what kind of spell he was under. Nothing in it sounded like it was going to be a good thing. Sure his apparent new master was attractive, but obviously she was some sort of twisted to want a human 'pet'.
Looking over at Ulric, he obviously was not happy with what was being said either. Knowing Ulric, Hunter assumed he was trying to come up with some way to get these women to let them go, but he said nothing. 'Figures that now would be the time for him to have nothing to say' Really though Hunter didn't either so he just stood there brooding.
"He's a lovely specimen, Dommie. Thank you!" she grinned. The grin faded only slightly as she glanced back to the stuffy looking goat. "The goat needs a bath, and possibly shaved... repulsive smelling creature." her nose once again wrinkled, as she waved a hand in front of it. "It needs to go, somewhere, now, please." she requested, well, the request more a polite demand.
Turning her attention back to the pretty boy chained to the wall, Angeline was rather off put by the lack of respectful acknowledgment given when her dear sister had been so kind as to make introductions. "Apparently the spell didn't include manners?" Angeline queried, quirking an eyebrow at the boy as she took a couple steps in the lad's direction, eyeing him menacingly. "Have you no respect for a lady, Sir?" she asked, "Do I need to teach you proper social etiquette? Hmmm?" she continued, stopping just in front of him, eyes wandering up and down his form. He was lucky he was pleasing to the eye, or she might have lashed out at him already, as it was, he was already treading a very thin line there. "You have permission to speak, I suggest you choose your words well, boy." she stated, propping up on the toes of her already high heels.
Times like this, Domina had no trouble whatsoever remembering why she loved her sister so dearly, despite the raging jealousy. Bitch was a Moriarty, through and through. So of course she wouldn't waste any time breaking the new toy in. Domina grinned and leaned against the wall, of course wanting to make sure they got on okay before she left them to it. Of course.
Plus, she wanted to see how long it took for Angeline to realize he had no idea who the Moriarty family was.
As the attention was actually turned toward him, Hunter was quickly ready to let his words sting. He was beaten to the punch though by Ulric who looked at the girl they both now knew as Angeline and said 'Shaved would not be a good idea, nor would removing me from Hunter presence. I assume from your words that your intentions for him would require him to be strong and he is only at his strongest when I am near.'
Hunter almost let out a snort as Ulric promptly turned his back to the girls and laid down against the walls, obviously done with the conversation completely. Trust it to the goat to still have a superiority complex even when chained to a wall. Luckily for Hunter he resisted the urge for the half-laugh, unfortunately he couldn't resist answering his new mistress. "Social etiquette and manners are both qualities I have, but they are certainly ones you are not likely to see considering that you currently have me chained to a wall."
Angeline raised an eyebrow in the goat familiar's direction, her left eye twitched ever so slightly as it dared to speak to her in such a manner. "Intentions? I do not believe I spoke of my intentions... no, in fact I did not utter one single word of my intentions for your elemental... or are you a witch, boy?" her eyes flicked to Hunter's for the shortest of moments not waiting for a response before flicking back to the smelly animal of which she felt the urge to gut and paint the cell walls red with it's blood. "And don't dare to tell me what is or isn't a good idea, beast." She sighed then, shrugging with the lightness of someone much more innocent. "Though I suppose I do like an audience. And if you're human enough that you speak," She giggled at the comparison. "You're probably human enough that you feel. As he will feel."
Turning her attention to the boy again, Angeline's expression wasn't so light nor, indeed, so amused as it had been. "Well, sweetest, allow me to explain it to you in a way you might understand better: Being chained to a wall is the closest thing to the best day of your life you will experience, if you choose to keep that lovely attitude you're now sporting." She licked her lips, eyes surveying him, all the animal in her trying to find some hint of fear, reverence, or even defiance - she could work with that, too. "Not that it will make a real difference, at the end of the day, but I will be benevolent if you find it in your heart not to be rude." This was said as Angeline's face changed into that of the saddest, most innocent girl with the cutest puppy eyes and a massive pout that could probably melt anyone's heart. And by benevolent, she meant she might consider rendering him unconscious before too long at a time.
Yeah. Yeah. Domina? Was beaming. It was a proud, proud day to be a Moriarty. "It sounds like you two have a lot of talking to do," she said, winking at her precious little sister. "I'll leave you to it. I expect to be caught up on all of the details later. Enjoy." She pushed away from the wall and kissed her sister's cheek, casting the briefest of glances between Goat and Goatboy before she left. She would not bet on them lasting long. But as long as Angeline was happy, that was all that mattered! She was grinning wildly as she left the room.
Although there might not be enough words in the English dictionary to describe the various emotions that were running through Hunter veins, there was one that was definitely there and rearing it's head without fail. It had been there throughout his life and had resulted in the situation with his family. Stubbornness was not only Hunter's greatest strength, but his greatest weakness and in this situation it was both. Of course with his stubbornness came the fact that he was silver tongued and with the two together... well that was just dangerous right now. Watching the first woman he'd met leave, he turned back to Angeline and spoke. Not a wise move that was sure, but it was one he was going to make no matter what.
"Benevolence would be letting us go right now, but I don't suppose you're about to do that now are you?" Snorting, he rolled his eyes and leaned further back into the wall, brooding in much the same way he had when he and his father's wills had clashed throughout his life.
As Domina winked, Angeline gave her a smile, the sweetest she could muster. She really had a lot to be thankful for to her sister; a present like this must not have been that easy to come by. "I will call you later, darling." She told her sister, closing her eyes as she kissed her cheek. Before Domina left, Angeline didn't move, choosing instead to watch her sister leave before going back to the goat and the boy. She was not amused as she heard him speak, and even less so as he dared roll his eyes and snicker, like she was just any other girl he thought he could ridicule and dismiss.
Now it was Angeline's turn to snicker, looking away in boredom. "You know the answer to that question so I do not see why you must waste my time." She retorted before looking back at him. Out of pure amusement - for his little heart was beating fast in anticipation something fierce - Angeline stood there in front of her toy and his goat, observing both for the longest, drawn out time. She bit her thumb, tilted her head left, then right, then straightened it up. Took a step forward, then one back, and then crossed her arms. "Are you afraid, dearest?" She asked the boy in the finest voice. Toying was what he was here for, after all. She wasn't going to break out the good stuff just yet.
"As far as I'm concerned it's always worth a try." Hunter answered nonchalantly. There was a little disappointment there, but Hunter wasn't exactly naive and he hadn't expected for the best scenario to be the one he ended up in. To be truthful, he generally expected the worst to happen. That might have been why his answer to her final question was truthful. "Not really, why be scared of something I can't change at this point." The drugs that were still in his system might have also helped wih his Zen-like attitude.
She was not amused. In fact, by the time the toy was done talking, Angeline was fuming, but trying her hardest to control herself and not show it. Even if her nails were digging into her elbows as her arms remained crossed. Then, she smiled. Kneeling down in front of the elemental, Angeline brought one hand to his neck, pushing him against the wall, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, dear boy, you will be." as she pressed her fingers tighter and tighter against his neck. It was something she had always wanted to try, and she could see why so many killers strangled their victims.
It was something easy to draw power from, because you could feel the effects you were having on your victim's life as your own hands stopped their breathing; and she could understand that it felt somewhat addictive. The harder and tighter she pressed, the harder and tighter she wanted to press. Luckily, Angeline was strong enough to stop herself before leaving him lifeless on the cold floor of the dungeon. Even if she might have left him within an inch of his life.
Hunter had known he was hitting a button when he had spoken, not even just this last time, but basically every time he had opened his mouth. It hadn't stopped him, but instead almost goaded him into continuing. As the small girl had knelt down in front of him and clasped her hand around his throat, he had known as he had with Lex that he was in far over his head. The hand that gripped his throat was not of human strength, it seemed to easily take his breath as if it were not even worth he effort. When she had started squeezing he had fought against his chains, the anger boiling up into him, but as she had continued he had thought to himself that it was likely easier this way.
Hunter's silence was masked though by Ulric who was screaming at Angeline while fighting his own chains, "Stop it! You are killing him and air is... Stop!" Luckily for them both she' had, even if Ulric's words had meat nothing and moments later Hunter was coughing and trying to take as deep of breaths as he dared.
Incidentally Angeline had only stopped because the noise coming from the goat was becoming insufferable. "QUIET!" She shouted in its direction, anger rasping her voice against her throat as she pointed an accusatory finger at the goat. "You are within an inch of my patience, familiar, do not test me! I will kill you if you say another word. Do not think I cannot find a million other toys by tonight if I so wish!" Her eyes gleamed with rage as she kept her hand around the boy's throat, without squeezing it. She turned to him, calmly. "Tell your familiar he will only make things harder for the both of you if he does not remain quiet." Grabbing him by the chin, squeezing then, she ordered, "TELL HIM!"
Ulric actually had stopped when Angeline had let Hunter go, but he was furious and started in on her as she spoke about replacing Hunter, "I'm sure you can, but accounting for this one's death might kill your fun in the end. His family after all is not just going to let it lie... and they have the money to make sure it doesn't get brushed under either." Hunter was still coughing at the ones around him argued, but as Ulric spoke the thought did cross his mind, 'what would... or will my father do?' If wasn't a question he could really answer, so when Angeline grabbed his chin and drew his attention back to her, he let it go. He contemplated spitting in her face as she screamed in his, but he actually thought better of it for the moment and turned and said to Ulric, "She obviously doesn't care, so don't waste your breath. Her fate is her own."
This was amusing. Here was a goat talking to Angeline Moriarty, of all people, about status, and the boy's powerful, rich parents. She narrowed her eyes in wondering briefly if they didn't know who she was. Much better that way, for all intents and purposes. But it still tickled her funny bone and Angeline, not letting go of the boy's face, threw her head back in laughter. Cocky, powerful, fearless laughter. Almost like a comic book villain, but a little less campy. Hopefully. "Oh, dear goat." She said, shaking her head as she dried tears from all the laughter from her eyes. "There are much worse secrets me and my family managed to sweep under the most unmovable of rugs." And she left it at that.
Angeline looked at the boy with disdain, snickering. "Indeed it is. As is yours." She bit her lip as she pushed the boy's head hard against the stone wall, before adjusting her position on her knees and getting her face closer to his. "What is your name, toy?" She wasn't exactly curious, which was why after contemplating him for a while as she sucked on her thumb, Angeline shook her head. "No, no. Don't answer that. Let us not waste time." She really wanted to try that spell Domina had put on him. The will was burning up inside her as she narrowed her eyes. "You know how I just pushed your head against the wall like that? Did it hurt?" She expected an affirmative answer. "Keep doing it. Do it until you hear me telling you to stop." She commanded, and sit on her heels, waiting.
Neither Hunter nor Ulric looked impressed as Angeline started to laugh almost hysterically. It didn't take any genius to determine if one had their own dungeon and their own men to collect things illegally, that they were far more than wealthy. It wasn't a good thing as far as Hunter was concerned, but it was inevitable. When she pushed him back against the wall, his head smarted against the stone, and he was going to lie to her about his name, but then she stopped him and told him to do something completely absurd.
To hit one's own head against a stone wall was basically a sign that you needed to be in the loony bin and he was about to tell her such when instead he found his body doing as it had been told. Now that was a disturbing feeling. Interiorly fighting against doing something your body was intent on. After a minute Hunter was still trying to stop himself, but now there was blood sprinkled on the wall.
Although Angeline knew better than to not trust magic - even the littlest she had managed to learn had made her revering to the whole thing - part of her doubted the boy toy would actually obey her absurd orders to hit his own head against the wall with as much strength as she had done to him. And when he did, Angeline gasped audibly with shock, a happy sort of shock, before clapping excitedly. "It works! It really, really works!" She didn't notice the blood until after a while; it made her gaze widen as her smile did so as well. Angeline was delighted, but had begun to grow weary. "Alright, stop, now." She commanded. Looking into his eyes, Angeline smirked again. "Very good. You're a good toy, aren't you?" Angeline said, almost lovingly.
"Let us try something else, now." She ordered, and rose to her feet, as her gaze remained on the boy's. Angeline had been wearing ballerina slippers, which she promptly pulled off her feet. Raising her long skirt just a bit, she looked at her feet, and then at the boy again. "Kiss them. Oh, and in between that, tell me how much you adore me!" She added, grinning with anticipation.
"Fucking hell!" Hunter growled as he hit his head against the wall yet again. Thankfully shortly after that she told him to stop, but just as quickly she was asking for more. This time it was her feet, sure he had kissed a foot before, but at the time it had been sittin on his shoulder as he was thrusting into some random. That was amusing, this was pitiful. As he leaned down as kissed the bridge of the foot he had been asked to he found words in his mouth that he hadn't put there, "There is no one that rivals you in my admiration." As soon as the words had left his lips, he quickly corrected them, "As the most heinous bitch in the world that is." And again he found his lips on her foot. God this was pathetic.
No, Angeline begged to differ: This was very amusing. She would have to wash her feet with bleach or some such later, but for now the things she was capable of with this spell triumphed over any worries about where his mouth had been before. "Aww, so sweet of you to say!" She responded to the first part of what he said. As for the second, well... Even without shoes Angeline's kick to his face had had to make an effect. "I can work with that." She said humorlessly as he kept kissing her feet. "You know what, little toy? Stop licking my feet. I want you to bite your tongue. Bite your tongue really, really, impossibly hard. But don't rip a chunk off of it, I'll need it for later." She ordered, pushing him away from her feet.
As she kicked him in the face between kisses to her feet, his mind was racing at how in the world he was going to get himself out of this. Because as he had his lips on her foot and his face strung from the kick, he couldn't imagine how long he was going to not be able to kill himself.
"What the fuck is your pro-" 'blem?' his question to he finished in his mind as he found his teeth biting down on his own tongue. An actual cry of pain escaped him at that moment. It was something he had withheld till that moment, still trying to be the strong silent type when it came to pain, but at this point he had almost bee suffocated, his his head till it bled, been kicked in the face, and now almost bit off his own tongue... It was a lot to take in such a little amount of time and he was just about done with the whole thing.
Angeline could feel his heart racing as she suspected his mind was, as well. It was racing as well as beating irregularly, and it felt like music to her ears. His insolence was beginning to anger her all over again, and she was only sorry that even though she seemed able to control his speech, she couldn't do it completely. Then again, if he needed to be taught a lesson she would gladly teach it, and this would be a lot more fun that way. Despite the anger his insults made her feel, they only gave her more opportunities to punish him. Not like she needed them, of course, but still. Training someone like a pet had always sounded amazing.
"My problem is you won't shut up, and I need you to talk only when I ask you to." She confessed, and at that moment the boy started biting his tongue, like she had ordered. His cry of pain got a chuckle out of her, and Angeline watched almost hungrily as he did what she ordered without self-preservation getting in the way at all. "Stop." She said suddenly, kneeling down near him again. "Now, you see? You can say what you feel like saying, but you are going to pay the price. You know I can probably make you gouge your own eyes out, yes? And eat them, too!" She pulled his chin up so he would face her, and looked into his eyes, her expression dangerous and animal-like. "Do not think for a second I might not do it." She said, voice deep and words spit out slowly, well marked for full effect.
As she told Hunter to stop, he did so. That is so fucked up he thought to himself. Having been literally as loaded as anyone could possibly be before in his life, whether it be on drugs o alcohol, he had never even come close to having felt this messed up. Being completely sober and fighting your actions while they just continued as if you were the one controlling them was just beyond messed up. He honestly couldn't think of anything worse than what was going on at the moment. Okay that was a bit of an extreme, he could, but this was still pretty bad.
As she knelt down in front of him it took everything in him not to just spit in her face, but there was nothing in this woman that he trusted and her threat was not of the idle variety. Instead he just turned his head and refused to even look at her.
Angeline wasn't happy. Although she could feel his fear and confusion through his heartbeat, she liked to see the fear in his eyes, and that wasn't going to happen if he didn't look at her. "Well, if you're not going to make use of them, then maybe I should just tell you to do away with your eyes after all." She mused in a sing-song voice, a smirk drawing itself in her lips as she spoke. "Hmmm..." Angeline drew a breath, choosing a seat next to the boy. "What to do, what to do? When the possibilities are quite endless one finds herself a little at a loss. It's funny, isn't it? The more choice you have, the less ability you have to choose." She turned a little more to face him better. "Let me see if I can voice this in a way that you will have to obey: Tell me what your biggest fear is." She said slowly, her blue eyes penetrating his. "And we will work from there."