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Shades of Black and Blue - 1/?
Date: 2012-06-23 09:21 pm (UTC)Pairings: Cass/Gloria van Graff
Relationship: Femslash
Kinks: Rough sex, dub-con, oral, fingering, possible strap-on, sub/dom, violence, water/breathplay, and possibly more.
Summary. F!Courier hands Cass over to the van Graffs and leaves her for dead. Gloria has other plans.
She wasn't scared. Fear was an overrated emotion, one that was so prominent in her system during early adulthood, that it hardly had an effect anymore. It was on those rare occasions where she felt that, truly, she was going to die, did she ever fear for her life. Even then, it probably affected her less than it should. That didn't mean it stopped her from thinking about it, though. Thoughts of death and how she would die buzzed around her mind on a fairly frequent basis. Hell, there were even times where she wanted, to die -welcomed it- and she never got what she wanted. Nowadays, she only wished to not die in a pathetic way, like choking to death on an ice cube when she took a shot of whiskey too fast. But, if she knew anything right now, it was that she was definitely not afraid.
Then what were these emotions that ran amuck in her system? Cass rattlered her thoughts to look for an anwer, something that could accurately describe her feelings.
There was anger, that was for certain. It almost didn't come as a surprise anymore. The feeling of anger was something that came to her so often. There was another thing. Hurt, and a feeling of utter betrayal. But why would she be feeling these? The answer was given by a sharp tug of her shirt collar.
Her eyes darted back to the present. It was the Courier, dragging her behind like she was some worn out toy. The emotions ran through her once more. Why was she doing this? The girl seemed nice enough; charming, and even had an attractive air about her. They also seemed to have gotten well over the couple of days they traveled together. She figured that was a lie.
Her hands were tied behind her back. She was also gagged, but the Courier did a shit job at that. Cass managed to spit out the dusty bandana that was shoved in her mouth, and vocalised her complaint.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, making a feeble attempt to pull free from the knots around her hands. What a useless gesture.
"Shut the fuck up," the Courier snapped, giving the collar of her shirt another tug. She snorted. So much for charming.
The pair walked a while longer through the miserable Freeside streets. Bums and drunks littered the alleyways, mumbling incoherent slurs to one another and picking fights. There were also children running after a giant rat. They must have been staving. Cass pitied them, the poor things.
Caught in her own thoughts of sympathy, she almost ran into her kidnapper, who responded with an elbow in the older woman's stomach. Cass growled.
Yeah, definitely not charming.
Her scorn was interrupted with the Courier's utterance.
"Look bright. We're here."
Cass looked up, almost wanting to ignore her instructions. Immmediately, her stomach knotted as she read the building's sign:
The Silver Rush.
Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 1/? A!A oh shit
Date: 2012-06-23 09:23 pm (UTC)/SHAME
Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 1/? A!A oh shit
Date: 2012-06-25 07:04 am (UTC)Great start!
Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 1/?
Date: 2012-06-26 12:56 pm (UTC)Re:Shades of Black and Blue - 2/?
Date: 2012-06-27 01:28 pm (UTC)"Try to control your excitement. I know you're dying to go inside."
Cass felt her skin crawl at the emphasis. Her caravan and the van Graffs had a history of bad business deals and unsettled dust between them. It would be no doubt that there would be tension, and being face-to-face with Gloria…
She shuddered again. Cass couldn't give a sweet damn about her brother. He was brutal, yes, but that was his extent-it ended right there. Anyone can be brutal with training, but Gloria had a mind for madness. She was the brains behind the brawn, and she could pull any strings she pleased. Even Cass's. And she knew that she got off on it, an exercise of such power over others. The thought made her nauseous.
She made a particular effort not to vomit.
Cass attempted once more to break free from the ropes, letting out a noise of utter frustration. It was worthless. All she was doing was cutting the material deeper into her skin. Even with her knowledge of tying rope throughout her career, she couldn't wriggle her way out of a fucking knot. No doubt her father would be damn ashamed. Her nerves became raw at the thought.
Her state of emotional fragility bought the Courier enough time to push them both through the doors. Within seconds, Cass snapped out of her state of self-pity and once again started to struggle against the Courier. Of course, it was already too late by then. She forced Cass to stand still, and she took in the sight of her nightmare.
The first person she noticed was Jean-Baptiste. There was the Courier, miscellaneous thugs…
Then there she was. The person she least wanted to see, standing behind the weapons counter. She gave a small smie. It looked almost friendly in nature. Cass knew better than that. Her voice still had its smooth tone, and carried the same smile she had on her lips as she spoke.
"Hello, Rose," she said.
Shades of Black and Blue - 3/?
Date: 2012-06-28 12:58 am (UTC)"I call myself Cass for a for a goddamn reason," she would hiss. She didn't want to show anyone she'd felt hurt. It would be better to be seen as angry than as someone hurt by words any time. Pointless, empty words. Words she would often forget as she drowned them in bottles of cheap liquor until she placed herself in a stupor: comfortable, carefree, and numb. She wouldn't want it any other way.
In fact, it was something she wanted to do right about now.
Rather than answer the greeting provided by Gloria, Cass simply scowled and shifted before the Courier's hand roughly repositioned and stopped her movement. She then walked up to Jean-Baptiste. The woman looked impatient now as she drummed her fingers on her armour.
"Here she is. Now give me the money."
The man gave her a sneer.
"Can you wait until I finish?" he asked. Jean-Baptiste was growing irritated.
"No. Give me the fucking money," the Courier snapped back. Cass was surprised at the sudden change in the other woman'sm anners. She was actually quite rude after all. It only made Cass's temper flare.
"All right, all right," he said. The guard shuffled through his pockets and unceremoniously dropped handful of caps into the Courier's hands. She gave him a sardonic smile.
"Thank you," the younger woman replied in a bittersweet tone. The response was a grunt.
"Get out," Jean-Baptiste demanded, his temper evidently risen, "and don't even bother coming back here. If you step foot near this location again, I'll order Simon to shoot you on the spot. Got it?"
"Don't worry. I don't plan on coming back to this shithole." She gave Cass the same, sweetly mocking smile. "Have fun now, Rosie," she cooed before slamming the door behind her.
"Burn in Hell, you fucking shit!" Cass cried after her. Her nerves were shot with anger. Deep breathing had calmed her slightly.
She turned her focus to the two siblings ahead of her. Gloria stood, arms crossed, simply staring at her. Jean-Baptiste finished loading his gun before aiming the barrel at her face. She could hear the hum of the laser in her ears.
"Now, do me a favour, and die like the rest of our competition," he said, cocking -what she assumed was the safety- off.
Cass couldn't help but smile at him, in the same way the Courier had smiled at her.
"How 'bout you do me a favour, and go rightly fuck yourself," she retorted, proud of what she just said.
A shot from the laser barrel. Cass had only enough time to duck from the weapon's fire, and found a sense of relief that her reflexes still were functionally quick.
Her victory was hastily interrupted by a blow to her face. Jean-Baptiste had run his barrel into her nose.
She heard the flexible bone grind against her skull, and ultimately heard a loud snap. Immediatey she felt blood oozing from her nostrils and down her face. She tasted blood on her tongue, and realised the verdict: her nose had been broken.
Despite the pain, Cass's breathing deepened as the barrel once again pointed at her face.
"Wait," she heard a voice say. It was Gloria, still positioned at the counter. Her expression turned serious, but the smile lingered in her eyes.
"Obviously she has no intention of dying," she stated, now leaning over the countertop. "We'll just have to break her so she'll be begging for mercy in death."
Cass has to resist her urge to shudder.
"Beat her," Gloria ordered, "and don't stop until I say so."
Jean-Baptiste needed no other words. He swung the butt of his gun harshly aginst her temple. The force of the blow caused her head to slam against the metal framework behind her. Cass crumpled to the ground, more shocked of the initial blow than of her pain. That would come later.
A kick with his boot fount a spot on her temple again, and her head throbbed in agony. She saw stars in her vision as the butt of the man's gun lashed across her forehead. Angry flushes of purple and red were forming on her face.
Shades of Black and Blue - 3a/?
Date: 2012-06-28 02:06 am (UTC)Cass couldn't register what she was saying, only lips moving. The sound clouding her ears was of her body slamming against the concrete behind her.
She tried fighting back, to the extent her measly body would allow. Her teeth managed to catch her attacker's boot in its clutches before ripping free from her mohth and smashing across her lips. She felt her molars tear through the inside of her cheek.
Her mind flashed back to early adulthood in New Reno. She'd been a petty theif and would get cornered by crooks and junkies for the spoils she wrought. It lead to beatings, much like now, until she was barely conscious, barely breathing, and left for dead. It wasn't until she started beating back did she ever rein victorious. The beatings resulted in her first murder, murder in purely cold blood…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp kick to her chest, and the frightening crack. Another combination of a kick and crack was heard, followed by a chorus of harsh snapping and kicking. She lost count at four.
For the first time in so many years, Rose of Sharron Cassidy felt genuinely terrified.
Then she heard them, those heavenly words she longed to hear. Never had she been so happy to hear Gloria's smooth voice in her ears.
"Cease, brother. She's had enough for now," she said. Jean-Baptiste stopped his movements and sstepped away, panting heavily against the stale air.
Cass had also managed to lift herself up, weak and coughing, as ragged breaths escaped her own lips. Her body throbbed in utter anguish, and only now did she feel hot tears streaming down her cheeks. They mixed with the dirt and blood that smeared across her face and neck. She caught herself whimpering in her throat, but never once did she scream. She wouldn't give her enemy what she wanted.
Guards were immediately by either side, hoisting her to her feet. She slumped limply in their grasp.
"See that Rose gets relocated," Gloria demanded cooly. The two men and Cass left without a word.
She pointed to another guard. "Go tell our crier to get a doctor," she ordered. The thug nodded before exiting the building. Gloria smirked to herself as activity bustled around her.
"And I know just the person who'll do the job."
[End of part 3]
Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 3a/?
Date: 2012-07-04 01:41 pm (UTC)Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 3a/?
Date: 2012-07-27 09:51 pm (UTC)Re: Shades of Black and Blue - 3a/? A!A
Date: 2012-08-07 03:49 am (UTC)