Post by ♕ Sammy ♕ on Apr 21, 2017 1:10:03 GMT -5
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She does. She Speaks. She thinks
She had left the bar, her shift had finally ended the tips she had received was stuffed in her pockets. Anastasia moved to lock the door behind her before heading her way home, the bartender was exhausted from the Saturday night rush. Enjoying how she will be able to take a hot shower to take off the scent of alcohol and sweaty guys and girls who were grinding up against each other. As she continued on she felt like something was off, her cool two toned gaze began to maneuver around the area. The streets were empty in this run down part of the neighborhood, she had left the life of her parents and decided to try and make it on her own. Bartending seemed to be the best option but it was a hit and miss at times, the underage seemed to slip her extra cash to "forget" to check their ID. Not like she cared, a slide of hand and she was gladly to make them a drink. With the bare minable of alcohol in their drinks. She smirked towards herself, that's when her life began to change for the worse. What seemed like an ordinary walk home turned into something else. She paused in her steps as a white van began to make it's way over towards her. Stopping in front of her to block her path, shock and soon anger began to slip from her form. She snarled slowly as her nails began to lengthen into claws. What the fuck was going on? She snapped and snarled towards the men who circled around her. One began to call to her like a dog and she soon swiped her claws towards the male. His quickening pace only meaning that they were of the supernatural race, vampire perhaps.
"Filthy mutt, this is suede!" He hissed out as she seemed to have ripped his shirt.
Suddenly something shot into her neck, it felt like a wasp sting and soon her body began to fall short of breath. Her snarls quieting, "Awe I wanted to have some fun." He snuffed out to the man who shot him. Her vision blurred as she stared up at the face of her captive, as she had fallen to her knees. He smiled darkly and then her whole form slouched on the ground before his feet. Picking up her body and placing her in the back of the van removing the dart that they had filled with some sort of drug. They sped off but Anastasia only experienced darkness, coming to in what seemed like hours groggily she looked around. She seemed to be moving her head lolled downwards as she looked to the various creatures in the cages. She seemed to be underground... she groaned heavily and tried to leave her captive's grasp but instead she hit the floor of the dampened ground. The she-wolf once again slipping back into sleep, upon awakening it took her a few minutes to remember where she was and what had happened, hoping it was all just a bad dream.
Her form moved upwards as she slammed against the bars of her cage, "Let me the fuck out!" She snarled weekly, her voice pitiful as she tried to regain her strength. She watched as a few males and females were brought out of their cages, they seemed to have lost hope. What was happening? Her dark brown hair fell in her eyes hiding her purple one and only showing the pure blue that held the gaze of a person in the cell in front of her. A female, her hair blonde like honey... her eyes a deep amber brown, "What is happening?" She asked desperately but the girl only looked upwards and pressed her finger to her lips. A day or so later, she continued to snap and growl wanting nothing more than to leave. Then the man who was there for her capture smirked at the her in her cage, "Such a beautiful creature. She will be there tonight." He commanded and then moved to watched Anastasia, "Yes, you will do quite nicely. I expect her to look her best." He told the other and they nodded. Opening the cage she thought this could be her only escape, but it ended with a syringe in her body. Drugging her once more and causing her to drop, the low dosage managed to allow her to wake up quicker. She was chained, her body inhabiting a black laced bra with matching panties and a silk robe that was tied not allowing too much to show. Her hair done up and out of her face in soft curls, a natural look of makeup was against her features.
She soon was brought out, "For our last auction we bring you a beautiful Lycan." The announcer said, looking over to see the male who was by her cage as well as when she was first taken, "She is unbroken but I am sure the more skillful of Slave masters could submit her. Starting the bidding at twenty thousand dollars, of course her body in untainted... therefore she is the purest of our girls. A virgin." Anastasia looked at the male, how could he possibly know...? She looked amongst the crowd, "And she will be tattooed upon purchase with your logo." He told the crowd. A few hands went up as well as the price for the untouched virgin.
notes: Come claim your prize. Looking for a master/mistress to break such a stubborn creature.