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A decrepit graveyard long overtaken by the surrounding forest. Headstones are barely visible through the thick underbrush and ivy that has reclaimed this area. A number of mausoleums have withstood the test of time against the encroaching forest, and save for an overgrowth of ivy and briar thorns, they remain largely intact.
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Decrepit Graveyard

A decrepit graveyard long overtaken by the surrounding forest.

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Decrepit Graveyard is a part of Dark Grove.

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Khay T'Uun [7] Khay T'Uun. Slave to the Greater Powers, Master of her own Domain- Entity of Chaos.
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He had spent the last few days scoping out different places outside of Wing City to take Gabrielle, because he had a feeling that her older sister would come looking for her. Not only that, he knew that Gabby had a bodyguard who might come looking for her, so the idea was to go far enough away that they would never find her. With that thought in his head, he branched out and found something that he knew no one would ever think about looking at. He drove in silence, well aside from her muffled screams and mutterings through the duct tape that was still over her mouth. It wasn’t long before he reached the edge of The Dark Woods. He knew he couldn’t drive the vehicle much further, so he pulled it off to the side and turned off the ignition. Moving around to the backseat, he slammed his fist hard into Gabrielle’s head, knocking her out. Taking the time to undo the shackles, he hefted the teen’s body over his shoulder and placed her down nearby.

He moved to the trunk and opened it up, grabbing out the gas can. It didn’t take him long to douse the car in the liquid both inside and out. Tossing the can inside, he picked up Gabrielle again and tossed a lighter into the vehicle, moving into the woods as it caught fire. It took him a while to navigate the trails, but it wasn’t long until he came upon the place he was going to be keeping his prize for just a while. He had planned on eventually moving them elsewhere, probably off of Terra, but that couldn’t happen until she was conditioned how he needed her to be. Moving through what headstones he could see, Benson was careful to keep from tripping over the underbrush and ivy, not wanting to fall and chance cracking her head or even his head on one of the invisible stones. He finally made it to one of the stone mausoleum, its location on the very edge of the graveyard, almost out of sight thanks to all of the ivy and briar thorns growing all over it.

“Home sweet home.” He muttered and stepped through the door, shoving the cement-like slab back closed. He had made several trips to this very place to prepare for what he wanted to do to Gabrielle and so there were a lot of lanterns and other things to create light in addition to shackles and chains and other torture-type tools. He had medical equipment and a generator as well as a small refrigerator that had food and water in it. He wasn’t planning on being in this location long, but that would all depend on the girl in his arms. Placing her down in a corner, he shackled her up by her wrists and took a seat, waiting for her to wake up. He figured that he had covered his tracks up enough that his sister, her bodyguard, and even the head of the security of Gambit’s or the security detail at Gambit’s would ever find her.

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Gabrielle slid open her lavender eyes, groaning a little as she tried to remember what had just happened. At some point in time, she had been traded off or sold, she wasn’t sure which, to some schmuck who had after driving quite a while, slammed a fist into the side of her face. Once again knocked out and disoriented, she found herself in what appeared to be a mausoleum. Worse than that, she was shackled against one of the walls and knew no matter how loud she screamed, no one would hear her. No, she needed to figure out a way to get free before it was too late. The male who had bought her wasn’t around, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nearby. Pulling on the shackles holding her wrists in place, she winced as it rubbed her wrists raw. Tugging free wasn’t an option it seemed.

“FUCKER, LET ME GO!” She didn’t bother mincing words and snarled when the male stepped back into the mausoleum. After taking in his appearance, she realized she didn’t know who he was, which bothered her immensely. Why would some stranger have a mercenary kidnap her? It just didn’t make any sense to her. She could tell her injuries had been bandaged up, which was a nice gesture, but didn’t quite make up for her current location. Growling at the brunette, she spit at him before going back to tucking on her shackles. She didn’t flinch when he walked over to her and she braced herself to be punched again since that seemed to be him MO. When he just grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks hard instead, she kicked at him, but he had been prepared for that, so she didn’t hit anything but air.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you. That’s okay, pretty soon you’ll be docile and obedient to me.” The male grinned and shoved her head back against the wall, his fingers digging into her cheek bones hard enough to make her cry out. Laughing, he stepped away and took a seat, studying her closely.

“You are mistaken. I’m obedient to no one, not even my father.” Gabrielle spit at his feet, her purple eyes narrowing angrily.

“Oh yes, Remy LeBeau. I can see why you’re not obedient to him because he’s nothing more than a piece of shit. Wonder how he’ll feel when he finds out what happened to you. No one has even missed you yet, Gabrielle. Does that make you feel worthless? Not even your sister has noticed you’re gone. By the time they pull their heads out of their asses, we’ll be off this wretched planet and they’ll never find you.” Benson grinned and watched the expressions changing on his captive’s face.

“You’re lying. You’re going to pay for this.” Gabby tried to sound confident, but she was beginning to doubt anyone had noticed. Even if they did, they would trace the necklace and cell phone back to where it had been dropped before she had even gotten grabbed by Li.

“I don’t think so, my beautiful prize.” Benson walked back over to her, shoving her head backwards again.

“…Just let me go. Why do you even want me in the first place? What could I have possibly done to you?” Gabrielle frowned, trying to jerk away from him.

“You didn’t do anything. I happened to see you one day and knew I needed to have you. See, I am a collector of sorts, but none of my other toys have pleased me and I’m hoping you change that.” Benson went in for a kiss, shouting out when she bit down hard on his tongue. Jerking back his head, he slammed a fist hard into her gut before stepping back. “You must think I won’t hurt you because I called you beautiful. You are sorely mistaken. I have no qualms with cutting you or breaking bones, so keep that in mind.” Benson narrowed his eyes and nodded towards the different devices used to torture.

Gabrielle coughed and gasped for air when he hit her, her body not enjoying the abuse, especially after what had happened the other day. She sighed, keeping her mouth closed for the moment. When he walked over towards the slab that his stuff was currently located on. Noting the chair was close to her, she stretched out her body and managed to pull it closer to her. Moving a leg back, she suddenly brought it forward, sending the chair flying through the air with enough force to knock him forward when it nailed him in the back. She wasn’t quite sure what the point of that was other than it making her feel a little better.

“Last warning, let me go.” She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do since she couldn’t change the shackles without blowing off her hands, but maybe if she got him to mess up, she could improvise.

Growling, he turned around and walked over to her. Unshackling her, he grabbed a hold of the chains, keeping the cuffs on her wrists. Dragging her over to a bucket full of water, he slammed her head down inside of it, holding her down while she thrashed around. Jerking her back just before she passed out, Benson threw her down on the ground, his foot pressing down on her left wrist, grinding the cuff into her flesh. He leaned down and snarled in her face.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, girl.” Benson attached another shackle/cuff duo to her ankles after cutting the tendon of the other ankle to match the one that had already been injured and attached the chain to the wall before putting one around her neck, the chain hooking into a metal collar, making sure she wouldn’t be able to get very far. She would be allowed to sit down and stand and even lay, but not very far from the wall. Slamming her backwards against the wall, he once again dug his foot on her wrist before walking over to his tools. Grabbing a sledgehammer, he ignored her pleas and slammed it down on her left wrist shattering the bones in the process. As she screamed out in pain, he grabbed the hood that had been around her head and shoved it into her mouth.

“You will learn to do as I say without question. You will not act up at all because if you do, I will continue to hurt you. If I can’t condition you, I will just kill you and send you back to Gambit’s in tiny pieces. Understand?” Benson glared at her, waiting for her to nod her head, turning after she finally did.

After he walked out and closed the slab behind him, Gabby glanced down at her wrist and back at her ankle and realized this was way worse than being with Li. Curling up, Gabrielle sobbed, albeit it muffled. He was right, no one was going to be able to find her and even if they did, there was no telling what kind of shape she would be in or if she would even be in one piece. She could hear him outside talking on the phone, but had no idea who he was talking to. Shifting a little, she managed to find a slightly comfortable position, though the pain radiating from her wrist and ankle made it difficult to actually be at ease.

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Hours later, Benson walked back into the Mausoleum and grabbed a hold of her broken wrist, jerking it back into place before wrapping it to keep it from healing weird. He didn’t want a deformed slave after all. He ignored her whimpering and after getting it wrapped, let her tuck it back beside her before kneeling beside her with a bottle of water and a sandwich. As she shakily took the water, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothingly. Sitting back a little to give her some space, Benson studied her silently for a few minutes.

“Well, that was a rough few hours, right? Are we ready to move forward and accept our fate or do you need more time to think?” Benson kept his voice calm, almost as if he had come upon her after the deed.

“Go.Fuck.Yourself.” Gabrielle hissed out her words, snarfing down the sandwich and the water before snapping angry eyes towards him. As if he was reading her mind, Benson grabbed the plate and bottle before she had the chance to charge either one of them. He had definitely done his homework. She was prepared for anything, but when he suddenly grabbed her and removed the chains, but kept her shackled, the teen had no idea what he was about to do. When he slammed her down on a nearby slab and attached the cuffs to chains that were around it, she suddenly found herself on her back.

“Well, it appears you’re just as stubborn as rumors stated. That’s okay, I’ve got time to have a bit of fun with you. Well, I think it’s fun, but I doubt you’ll agree.” Benson grinned and took the hood out of her mouth and covered her face with it. Before she had a chance to say a word, which she probably had quite a few that she wanted to fire off, he began to pour water over her face. Laughing when she started to panic and gag, he continued to pour water, watching in amusement as she thrashed around. Not wanting her to drown, he stopped and unshackled her, dragging her back to where a cot had been set up. Putting her down, he removed the hood and smoothed back her hair. He draped a blanket over her before moving away, sitting down in a chair across from her.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Gabrielle. I would love nothing more than to take you somewhere nice and let you sleep in a real bed. How about it?” Benson smiled at the shaking form, hoping that he was already breaking her.

Coughing and gasping for air, still shuddering, Gabrielle ignored him for the moment while she got a hold of herself. Her body hurt so much, but there was no way she was going to let this bastard win. Shifting herself, she moved off the cot and snapped her head over towards him, her purple eyes starting to glow with red specks throughout the iris. Grabbing a hold of the cot, she started to charge it, but unfortunately, he was quicker than her. When it was suddenly ripped away from her, she growled and slid back against the wall, moving into the corner,

“I’ll NEVER bend to your will, you bastard!” She prepared to be hit, but when he simply attached the chains back to the shackles and collar before leaving, she blinked.

“The hard way then.” He simply shook his head and stepped out of the mausoleum.

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Leaving her alone for an entire day, Benson finally returned and after stepping into the mausoleum, closed the slab behind him. He noted that she was curled up in the corner on top of a mat that he had laid down for her. Moving first to where his medical equipment was, he pulled out a syringe and filled it with a liquid, capping it after it had the desired amount in it. Shaking his head, he moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and dropped it and a sandwich down beside her head. Kicking her hard in the ribs to wake her up, he sat down across from her, a cold smirk plastered across his face,

“Ready to succumb to me yet, Gabrielle?” He kept his voice calm and almost cheerful, as if he was just holding a normal conversation.

Wincing and sitting up with a yelp, Gabby held her side until the pain ceased. Glaring over at him, she ate the sandwich and drank the bottle of water. The second the container was empty, he snatched it out of her hand, not wanting her to charge it and throw it at him. She narrowed her eyes and just shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. She really didn’t want to make things worse than they already were, but the teenager wasn’t about to roll over for him. When he suddenly stood up, she found herself moving away from him, her body tensing up in preparation for whatever he was about to do.

“You know, I don’t like hurting you, but I will to get what I desire.” Benson snapped out a hand and grabbed a hold of her wrist, stretching out her arm. He removed the lid to the syringe and shoved it into her vein, injecting it all into her body. Dropping her arm, he shook his head and tossed the needle into a container. He watched her for a moment before sitting back down again.

“GAH! What the fuck did you just put in me?!” Gabrielle stared down at her arm, her breathing growing rapid. It didn’t take her long before she felt an intense rush, which gave way to a state of euphoria. Groaning, she closed her eyes and just allowed the sensation to take over, not really having any other choice at the moment. She also felt extremely drowsy and she ended up passing out again, but not before getting an answer to her question.

“Heroin.” Benson wasn’t sure if she heard him before she fell asleep, but it didn’t matter. He planned on injecting her often to get her addicted before making her go through the withdrawals. By that time, she will be beginning for it and that will be when he finally breaks her.

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Benson came in as often as necessary to keep her from coming down from the euphoria high, knowing that she was getting hooked on it without even wanting to. He loved how she begged for him to stop and knew she was getting closer to being broken. It wouldn’t be long until he stopped injecting her in order to make her go through massive withdrawals. That, he figured, would be enough to shatter what will she had left and soon she’d be begging for him to give her more and that would be exactly when she would become his.

Walking into the mausoleum, Benson watched her sleeping, his fingers sliding through his brunette hair. She was like a docile creature at the moment and he had started leaving out food and water for her without worrying about her charging it and throwing it at him. The only thing he didn’t give her back was the cot. Instead, she slept on a mat on the floor and she didn’t seem to want to do anything to lose it because if that happened, she’d be sleeping on the cement and with her injuries, she needed what little padding she was given, especially since he made sure she remained hurt constantly.

Due to her nature, it didn’t take her long to get addicted and he knew walking in and seeing her that today would be the day to withdrawal the heroin from her. Sitting down across from her, Benson watched as she slowly woke up. From the look she gave him, it was obvious that he was waiting for her to inject her and when he didn’t move, the teen just looked at him in confusion. He grinned and crossed both of his arms against his chest.

“So, my dear. I think I’m going to take the heroin away from you.”

“…Good, you fucker. I never wanted it anyways. How about you let me go…?” Her voice was soft and she wasn’t as fiery as she had been when first captured.

“No can do.” Benson just grinned and leaned back, watching her. “Your last dose was four hours ago, so in like two hours, you will be going through withdrawals. I suspect they will be extremely uncomfortable for you, because not only did I keep you drugged up since the first injection, I have injected you with extremely large amounts.” Benson grinned even more.

“…you’re going to pay for this…” Gabby curled up on the mat, fear beginning to take over her anger.

"Don't think so." Benson moved over and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her onto her back before covering her head with a hood again. She started to panic, realizing what was going on, but he had knelt down upon her, pinning her down. Grabbing a bucket of water, he poured it over her face, watching coldly as she began to panic even more, gasping and struggling to breathe. He kept pouring the water until the bucket was empty. Removing the cloth and letting her roll over to gasp for air and cough up water, Benson smirked and sat back down again.

"Give yourself to me and this will all end."

Gabby didn't say a word and instead just shook her head, coughing up water. She was quickly losing the battle and knew it wouldn't be much longer until her body and mind completely gave up. Whimpering softly, Gabrielle closed her eyes and shivered uncontrollably, her temperature starting to spike. She also felt the craving for the heroin coming on like an intense need and whined a little bit louder, refusing to give in to the cravings and withdrawal symptoms.

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When she was at the peak of the withdrawal, Benson found ways to cause her agony, since she was more sensitive to pain at that moment. He beat on her and cut shallowly on her body, knowing that the tiny cuts would heal without any scars. It hurt her and that was all that mattered at that time. He also water boarded her quite often, each time taking it just a little bit further, though never enough to actually kill her. Once or twice she did stop breathing, but he brought her back immediately. Just when she was getting over the agony and was beginning to feel normal, which took a few days, he injected her with an even higher dose of heroin, knowing that the withdrawal would be worse the next time.

“You ready to be mine?” Benson leaned back after injecting her again, determined to keep her high as a kite.

Gabrielle shook her head while trying to fight through the drug, but it was a battle she was losing rather quickly. The moment he had his back turned, she grabbed the tray that he had left beside her with leftover food. It was more difficult to do, but somehow she managed to charge the object and as soon as it was bright red, Gabby chucked it at him. Unfortunately, her aim was off since she was actually seeing two of him and it instead exploded nearby him. The force was enough to knock him off his feet though, but it only served to piss him off.

“That’s a no…” she managed to get out before he was suddenly in front of her.

“You.Bitch.” Benson tugged out the shrapnel that had lodged into his butt. Unfortunately, it didn’t do a lot of damage and didn’t hit anything important. Benson grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up as far as the shackles would let him before she slammed her hard against the wall, knocking her out. Dropping her back down, he walked off to fix himself up, but not before injecting her yet again. As he walked out, he briefly spoke to someone outside of the mausoleum before making his way to the car that was waiting. The other person walked inside and sat down with a twisted grin.

“This should be fun.” Bryson grinned even more, twirling a dagger in his hand. He had been instructed by his boss what he could and could not do and he intended to toe that line, especially since by babysitting her, he was missing out on asses and tits and that did not please the blonde, but he knew better than to disobey Benson.

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Five days passed with her continuing to be injected by Bryson while Benson spent time recovering from the shrapnel. Bryson was allowed to drug her up and torture her, but he was told no doing anything to her that would mar her flesh nor was he allowed to do anything sexual to him. So, for five days, he remained sexually frustrated, especially since he was so used to fucking hot bitches all hours of the day and night. Still, he didn’t touch her other than to almost drown her and keep her drugged up. When Benson finally appeared, Bryson quickly left and made his way to the nearest whorehouse to fuck them all. Benson, one alone with Gabrielle, checked to make sure nothing had been done before rolling her onto her back and shoving a tube down her throat, smirking when she fluttered her unfocused eyes open.

“For what you did to me, I think I’m going to torture you a bit more than normal. You see those two canisters on the side of the tray? One leads to water and the other is acid. You can pick which one I end up giving you, so pick wise. Here’s a hint, I am left handed.” Benson smirked and watched as she tried to figure out what was going on, panic settling in almost immediately.

Gabrielle gagged on the tube, trying to get free enough to get it out, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to. Finally, she nodded towards the left bottle, hoping that she was correct. When he flipped the switch and the liquid moved down the tube towards her tube that was connected, she started to panic even more, afraid what it actually was. When the sensation of water trickled down her throat, she was relieved until she started to gag on the liquid. He laughed and ripped it out of her throat, allowing her to roll over to cough it out of her. Groaning, she curled back up, shivering and trying to figure out how she got into this mess in the first place. Unfortunately, her mind was muddled and she really had no idea what was going on anymore.

“..Please… please let me go…” Her voice was cracked and she was on the verge of completely breaking. Her eyes were constantly red from crying and puffy and she had long sense given up the hope of ever seeing her family again. Hell, she would gladly take a verbal berating from Jegun at the moment if it meant she would never have to be almost drowned again.

“I’ll stop as soon as you stop being so stubborn and realize that I’m all you have.” Benson crossed his arms against his chest before glancing down at his watch. “Let’s see, for the past five days, well, six days, we’ve been injecting you with a great deal of heroin. Enough that when I take it away, you’re going to really feel it this time. So, let’s see what happens.” He grinned widely at the look of terror that crossed her face.

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As she came down from her high, Gabrielle ended up crouched over in the corner, throwing up into the trashcan. It was difficult to throw up while crying, but somehow the sixteen-year-old managed. In fact, she ended up puking so much that Benson wound up sending Bryson to the hospital to steal some iv tubing and bags of fluid so that she didn’t end up getting dehydrated. While she vomited, he inserted the iv needle into her arm and hooked up the tubing to the first bag, letting the specialized fluid flow into her blood stream. For a few minutes, he thought she might stop breathing, but somehow she managed to plow through it, though her breathing ended up being slow and labored for quite a while.

“So, Gabrielle.” Benson started, pausing until she shifted her gaze over towards him, not vomiting at that moment. “Have we learned a lesson yet?”

“…fuck OFF.” Gabrielle snarled, panting heavily before starting to throw up again. Her back arched in the process and she couldn’t help but groan. She had no idea how long it had been since she last had any heroin because she was in a constant state of deliriousness when she wasn’t overly drowsy. However, the drowsy sensation was leaving her and her body felt empty and no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she was already craving the drug. At first, she was able to push away the desire, especially since she was throwing up non-stop and extremely achy and nauseous, but now it was coming back hardcore.

“Rrrr… I want…” Gabrielle bit on her bottom lip, refusing to voice what her body was desiring.

“You want what?” Benson grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Nnn… nothing!” She snarled, spitting at Benson’s feet.

Grinning, Benson held out a needle already prepped with heroin, knowing that she would give in sooner or later. Waving it back it front in front of her face, he watched with glee as she followed it, no matter where he put it. He put it back down on a table beside him and knelt down in front of her, cupping her chin with his hand, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. His eyes narrowed and he pulled her forward until she was on her hands and knees in front of her.

“You are making this incredibly and unnecessarily difficult for you, Gabrielle.” Benson released her face and stepped back.

Whimpering, Gabrielle attempted to curl up only to have him force her into the kneeling position once again. Her entire body ached and she wanted to do nothing at that moment other than either get high or just die. She felt terrible and it was obvious that her body was not appreciating the lack of drugs in its system. The fact that she had never taken drugs before and really didn’t drink, this sensation was frightening to the teenager. She didn’t know what to do and since he kept her shackled up at all times, she knew she would never be able to escape. Not unless she lured him into a sense of falseness where he would let her be free, but that wasn’t likely. It didn’t help that her body was betraying her and the only thing she could think of was how high and free she felt while on the drug.

“Please… please give me more.” Gabrielle whined, staring up at him.

“More what?” Benson asked with a smirk, knowing he had her hook, line, and sinker.

“More of the heroin… please. I need it.” She whimpered, licking her dry lips.

“Hmm. What will you do for me if I give you more, Gabrielle?” He grinned even wider, looking at her like his prey.

“…anything you want. Please, I need it. Please.” She begged, scooting forward as far as she could in order to paw at him.

“Hmm. I don’t know. You’ve been pretty disobedient thus far. You have cost me a great deal of money and caused me to go to the hospital.” Benson tisked, stepping away from her, enjoying the looks crossing her face.

“P-please! I’ll do whatever you want! I… I’m sorry…! I… please!” She reached towards him, her body trembling in the process. She was quickly losing the battle.

“No.” Benson backhanded her across the face, his eyes narrowing towards her. “You don’t deserve it.”

Crumpling down, Gabrielle started to cry before grabbing the trashcan and throwing up again. After finishing her next round of dry heaves, she glanced back at Benson and was vaguely aware of her swelling cheek from where he hit her. She groaned and curled back up, growing exhausted once again. Benson grinned at her and walked over to her, dropping onto a knee in order to run his fingers through her hair.

“Ready to submit to me?” He asked softly, almost soothingly while running his fingers through her hair.

“…will you give me more if I do…?” she asked cautiously as he lulled her into a state of comfort.

“Yes.” He smiled, knowing he had almost broken her.

“…I submit to you then…” She whispered, unsure what that meant, but knowing it was said just to get more heroin.

“Good girl.” He kept sliding his fingers through her hair, watching as she drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to remain awake. Standing back up, he moved over to the table and started getting things together, knowing she wouldn’t remain asleep long. He had no intentions of giving her more heroin and knew this was going to be extremely rough on her, but it was one more way he had to control her.

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She woke, unsure just how long it had been since she fell asleep. Her body felt terrible and the craving was still there, intense as hell. Groaning as she slid open her lavender eyes, Gabrielle looked around for Benson, spotting him sitting in the same place as always. He had a smug look upon his face and she ignored the urge to punch him in his haughty mouth. Instead, she just sat up, noting she was not chained up any longer. Shaking her head, the brunette ran a few fingers through her messy hair before swallowing hard, her throat extremely dry.

“…you said I could have more if I submitted to you… and I did…” She whined, crawling towards him slowly.

“Did I? Are you positive?” Benson grinned, watching her closely.

“Y-yes… you did!” She shouted, not understanding why he wasn’t doing like he said he would.

“I don’t believe I did. Can’t have you drugged up and pregnant, now can I? Better break you of the nasty habit now, Gabrielle.” Benson’s expression widened and he started to laugh at the look of disbelief on her face.

“WHAT?! YOU FUCKER!” Gabrielle snarled and lunged at Benson, ramming herself into him hard enough to know him and the chair over. Before she had a chance to do anything further, he had grabbed her by the throat and thanks to being so weak from the drug, there wasn’t much she could do. He wasn’t squeezing hard enough to choke her, but she got the point extremely quickly.

“Please… please give it to me. I’ll do anything for you, please just give it to me.” She begged, desperation taking over her common sense.

“No and you’re going to do anything I ask regardless because if you don’t, I’m going to make you regret it. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you some eventually.” He dropped her back down to the ground, shoving a trashcan beside her.

Curling up, she started to cry, hating how shitty she felt at the moment and hating even more than he had her exactly where he wanted her. The chance that he might give her more despite what he said was enough to make her obedient, but the urge to flee was still prevalent in her mind. Grabbing the trashcan, she leaned over it, starting to throw up as her body continued to go into withdrawals. She was trapped between wanting the drug and wanting to go home to the bar and back to normalcy.

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She had long sense lost track of time, her mind trapped between the need to have more of the drug he was keeping from her and the desire to get free and be far away from Benson’s sadistic mannerisms. Curling up into a tight ball, Gabrielle was grateful that the sick feeling was finally disappearing. Now she was just left with an empty sensation and depression. He hadn’t bothered her in a few days, though he remained around enough to make sure she ate and drank water, but other than that, there was no interaction between the two. He hadn’t shackled her back yet and her injuries had almost healed up, which was a blessing.

“Well, Gabrielle. I think it’s nearing time that we up and leave this planet, what do you say?” Benson walked over to where she was at and cupped her cheeks, squeezing the bones roughly while jerking her head up to look at him.

“…Why do you want to leave Terra?” She questioned, trying to keep from showing any enthusiasm at the prospect of being able to escape while they were heading to the Wing City port.

“Because my dear, even though it’s been two months, eventually someone will come looking for you and I just can’t have that. No, moving you off this wretched planet is the only way I can ensure that you’ll be mine forever.” Benson released her cheeks and pushed her down against the ground.

“…Oh…” Gabrielle slid towards the wall, curling herself up in a ball. She hadn’t even realized it had been that long since she was snatched by Li.

“Then, when you’re old enough, I am going to completely own you in all manners of the word.” Moving over to some equipment, he grabbed a knife and a small portable tattoo gun along with everything else that happened to go with. Kneeling down in front of her, he roughly flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with his knees tightly pressed against her right arm. With the knife, he carved in two large B’s into her upper right arm, taking the time to make sure both were the same size and very noticeable. Ignoring the screaming, he made sure she couldn’t move at all. Then, grabbing the tattoo gun, he put Property of just above the two B’s and drew an intricate lock and key just below the two letters.

“There, that’s better.” After finished, he moved backwards and put the cream on it before covering both areas up, nodding in satisfaction. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.” Benson grinned and moved back away from her.

“…or anyone else that has two B’s in their name… you dick…” She spat out, beginning to get her fiery attitude back.

Benson mused for a few minutes before dropping back down on top of her, pinning her arm again. He had put the B’s so that they were diagonal with each other, so, after removing the covering from them, he grabbed the knife and finished carving his whole name in, ignoring her thrashing and screaming. Once he had carved his entire name, he covered up the area again, ignoring that she had passed out due to the pain.

“You should be careful what you say, Gabrielle.” He slid to his feet and moved away to clean up his equipment. There was blood beneath her body from cutting into her flesh, but he really didn’t care. It was almost time for them to leave Terra and then no one would ever find her and she would be his forever.

Continued: roleplay/the-multiverse/places/wing-city-spaceport?start=1025#roleplay2554978

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The chilly silence of the night was broken by the unnatural sound, and the most imperceptible shimmer of golden purple light.

Stepping out from her position next to a tree, Khay wandered into the graveyard; barefoot, clothed in robes and smiling around, for all intensive purposes she looked like a lost young woman, oblivious to her surroundings.

This could not be farther from the truth, of course. Khay was here for a very specific purpose, a very distinct need. There was Power near, someone somewhere had done something to draw her eye; and she intended to make friends.

Padding her way between the tombstones and glancing her hands over the masonry, Khay hummed a soft tune to herself, quietly asserting her presence in the real world and subtly drawing attention to herself. Mist crept from the earth, drifting over the new moon and tantalizingly revealing the glimmer of dew on flowers recently left for the dead.

An unpleasant taint was on the air. Somewhere, not far, something grim was afoot; and it brought the lightest of smiles to Khay's face. Outwardly she projected the very image of innocence and poor awareness... after all, it often helped when making friends to seem like you needed help. People loved helping the weak! But of course, Khay was prepared for less welcome company- in hidden ways.

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A battle was brewing a few scant miles from the graveyard that Khay was in, and although most of the attention was focused there, a small slip of a girl had managed to slip away. Well, she appeared to be small, and a girl. In reality it was the Zombie Queen, yet the necromancy that had raised her temporarily smoothed and filled out rotting flesh, so she appeared to be unharmed.

She was swaying, in the middle of the graveyard, not seeming to care that she was out in the open, her lips parted, a strange humming slipping from her throat. Voices buzzed within her head, screaming at her, in agony and pain and her mind was clouded, she hardly noticed the mist rolling in around her feet, but somehow she managed to jerk her head and lock dead black eyes on the woman who was coming forward.

There was a far-away look in those eyes, the only thing that betrayed her status as not alive, because she was – somehow- in control of the dead a few miles away. The dead who had rose, and where being attacked, for no reason! It was not as if they had done anything besides stand there, atop their graves, gaping at the fact that they were alive – or close to it.

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The distant humming came to Khay's ears like a siren call; she tilted her head to listen, and then affixed her eyes on those of the undead creature that was wandering aimlessly.

A forked, serpentine tongue flitted out to lick Khay's lips. This small creature, confused and lost though it appeared, was the font or focus of immense power. That made her quite charming to Khay, even if it wasn't something the little thing even recognized it had yet. But that's what entities such as Khay were for.

She was tall, sure footed, and quick to move towards the young-looking girl, an expression of calm hospitality on her face and her lips parted just enough to reveal a row of jagged teeth. "Hello," she greets quietly, her voice being eaten by the surrounding silence; it was soft, but layered with an otherworldly sort of attribute, as if it were both not here and everywhere at the same time.

"You look lost... are you alright?" As she spoke, Khay drooped her eyelids and reached out with her mind- she wouldn't try to pry into the roiling mind of the recently risen, but it would help her get a feel for the energies around her- and what she might want, what she might need, and ultimately what she might do well to understand.

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She didn’t fit right in her body, with all that power crackling beneath her skin. Those dull orbs locked onto Khay’s mouth as she spoke the words, those teeth flashing. For some reason, though she had once been human, she was not afraid. In fact, calm seemed to come over her body, tension releasing from her shoulders as she blinked once, twice. It was like she was coming back into her body, instead of jumping from one shattered mind to the next.

The slight push at her mind would reveal utter chaos. The screams of those who were risen only to be brutally put down by the two people in the other graveyard in the woods. It was a buzz in her head, and she was in control of it. Just a single thought and one of the zombies moved, hurtling out of the way of the baton only to die a few moments later. A groan of pain slipped from Queen’s lips and it felt as though she would cry.

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Complete sympathy showed on Khay's face as she continued to draw closer. "Oh... your... friends? Children?" That wasn't entirely clear, but regardless, she was clearly caused an immense level of discomfort- pain, even- by the goings on... elsewhere.

Closer still, Khay offered a hand. "I am Khay... I can help you." It was true, she could; she might not be able to contend with two powerful foes, but if the power locked within this poor creature could be unleashed- and her purpose aligned to that goal- Well... there is a great deal that could be done.

"I can be your friend," Khay continued. She decided then to drop part of the veil which kept her true appearance hidden; camaraderie, or perhaps a glimpse of what Khay was, might help prove her intent. With one hand still extended to the little undead, and one propped on her hip, two more arms materialized- held behind her back it seemed, but with them now fully visible, they are crossed over her midsection. Strange company likes strange companions, sometimes.

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The transformation of the woman in front of her to something completely otherworldly – extra limbs – had Queen relaxing even more. Though she could still hear the voices in her head, they seemed to be at a lower volume, especially since so many had died.

“Friend?” She repeated the word back to Khay, her head falling to the side, remnants of a personality that had been stolen by power. Friends, her rotting mind told her, could be good. Were useful, and could help.
A slight jerk of her head up and down displayed her decision. Yes, she wanted – needed – friends. Friends could help her, and since this woman – creature – looked nothing like the murderers miles away…
Queen’s lips tried to twist upwards into some semblance of a smile, showing off strong white teeth. “I would – I would – “

She couldn’t seem to think of the way to finish the sentence, to say she would love to be friends with the other woman. She gave a slight cough, still struggling to push out those syllables and, instead, managed to drool copious amounts of spit onto her shirt – which then started to burn, having been eaten away by the acid in her saliva. Though the clothing was tarnished and burnt, her skin suffered no ill effects to the acid that was dribbling down her cheek. She lifted a hand, wiped her mouth.
“Friend.”

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"Friend," Khay replies with a firm nod of her own- yes, friends! And as friends do, Khay elected to wipe some of the acidic saliva off of the girl's shirt and chest with one of her lower two hands; which turned out to be a bad idea. The burning sensation was immediate and troubling, though Khay elected not to show it on her face. Instead, she wiped the corrosive substance off on her own robe, down near her leg, where it would fester and dissolve on its own.

"I'll help you get yourself all taken care of," Khay eventually assures, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll start by securing your mind, and then, your friends... back there." She gestures idly in the direction that the undead had come from, where the battle presumably still ensued.

"May I get in your head, my friend?" Ultimately, Khay wanted to see what entity lay at the bottom of this fountain of energy; and link it to the powers that were roiling within. It probably wouldn't hurt to give a little power of her own... after all, one good turn deserves another, right?

The undead might feel Khay's mind, then, a powerful and solid entity to the masses of pained screams in the background- solid, yet filled with chaos and energy, tantalizing on the edge of thought.