A Forced Life (Closed)

[Emma Lou]

Calleigh Hurley stood in her apartment, looking out into the busy sky of Coruscant. It had not been long since her husband had left to fight, but to her it seemed like ages. She held a steaming cup of tea in her hands and she turned and walked back to the living room. She put her cup on the table and made herself at ease on the couch. She studied her rings and smiled, but it was not too long before she fell into a deep sleep.

It was dark when she awoke and she guessed that she had been sleeping for at least 2 hours. She paced around the apartment for another hour before she finally decided to call Cori and see if he would like to go out.

Cori was her best friend and the person who took care of her for the last 2 years. Brendon didn’t like him, but he would get over it. Cori agreed to go and they decided to meet at a bar that was not to far from either one of their apartments.

Calleigh had opted to wear black pants and a long, light blue flowing top. She preferred blue, because it made her eyes pop. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled around her shoulders and fell to her mid-back. She could get guys to notice her by entering a room, but that had to change now since she had Brendon.

She and Cori shared the first two drinks together however he was taken away by a lovely girl he already knew. Calleigh found herself alone, again. So she did what she did best whilst alone, drank.​

 

[Ser Gregor]

Hmm, yes. This one shall be fun! Yes. Drink, drink up. Oh! There it goes, down the drain. My lovely little pill! Drink, drink. Oh, feeling a little woozy? Poor thing, she's going to puke! Into the washroom! Yes, then out the back door! My fun shall begin, hers will end!

Jakk Hopkins smiled delightfully behind a high collar and a tipped fedora, hiding his noticeable visage as he watched his pray stagger to the washroom, gripping her gut. He got up, making sure nobody was watching him at the moment. His gloved hands in his pocket, his hand fidgeting with a small blade in his right coat pocket, he entered the bathroom behind her. He quickly snuck into a bathroom stall, a little ways down from his newest plaything. He would wait, then pounce. His left hand was already playing with the chloroform soaked cloth.

What fun we shall have, her and I! We'll dance the night away, oh yes.

 

[Emma Lou]

Calleigh sat against the stall wall. This was the most she had drunk in a long while and her system didn't think it was a good idea. She slowly stood up and steadied herself against the wall. I am going to regret this in the morning, she thought and she fumbled with the tricky little lock.

Finally! she wanted to shout as the damn thing finally opened. She hated doors and mirrors. She stumbled over to the counter and looked at her reflection with disgust.

Time to go home, she thought as she washed her hands.

 

[Ser Gregor]

I must be vewy vewey quiet. Yes, tiptoes, little steps, like a ballerina!

He was behind her now, staring at his reflection, her head dipped towards the sink, completely unaware. His right hand took the knife out of it's pocket and held it just above her head, he was mimicking cuts across her body. Finally, he placed the tip on his tongue, drawing the littlest bit of blood. Finally her head reared and she stared at the sickly white skin and wild eyes gleaming at her through the mirror.

"Why hello!" He cried with a revolting smile as he grabbed the back of her head and smashed it into the mirror. He supported her weight as he glanced back at the mirror, now cracked and red from the spatter of blood. His fractured reflection grinning madly at his newest catch. "Well, looks like we need to get you of your feet!" He said as he hoisted her up in his arms, cradling the unconscious body. Moving through the back door and onto the grimy back alley of the bar, he started whistling as he strolled down the back road to his little abode.

 

[Emma Lou]

She didn't have a chance. She just saw a face, a horrible face, and then it went black. No, there was pain and a crash first. It was like an out of body experience, really. She could feel herself falling, but she couldn't stop herself. Her last thought before she passed out was, I am so drunk.

 

[Ser Gregor]

"Wakey wakey little girl! You've been sleeping long enough, and are beginning to bore me." Jakk said with the confident voice of a serial killer. "Oh, don't bother trying to wiggle yourself free, I've tied those knots tightly." His voice was calm, collected, nothing like his appearance. Sitting on a dusty low back sofa, his feet resting on a cracked wooden coffee table. His face was shrouded in shadow as he sat comfortably, his left hand playing with a long slender knife.

"So, my dear-" He said with a demon grin, "-what shall we play?"

 

[Emma Lou]

((Creeeeeppppyyyy))


Calleigh couldn't move and she was groggy and sore. She blinked her eyes several times trying to adjust to the dingy room. She wanted to throw up again, but the overwhelming fear was starting to take over.

"Who...who are you? What happened?"

She saw the glint of the knife and her heart skipped a beat.

 

[Ser Gregor]

"Hmm, who am I? Well, what would be the fun in me telling you that?" He asked in a mocking town as he got up from the sofa and stride lazily over to the girl, his tongue running along the blade of the knife. The tip descended on the terrified girl's cheek, leaving a trail of saliva, before it bit into her skin, drawing a fine red line across the supple cheek.

"You want to scream, don't you?" He asked in a hoarse whisper, low and rumbling in her ear. "It's okay-" He added as the knife carved a little heart on her cheek. His tongue darted out then, licking the trail of blood that ran down her now tear streaked face. "-I like it when they scream."

 

[Emma Lou]

And scream she did. She screamed bloody murder even though she knew that her screams would probably go unheard though.

"Please, please! Just let me go! Please!"

The tears were starting to mix with the blood and she could taste the salty tear-blood mix at her lips.

 

[Emma Lou]

((I am bumping this *glares at Nexus*))