Post by maeve on Aug 6, 2011 14:32:15 GMT -8
August 23, 2011
Deep in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries
6:05 p.m.
Pain... Excruciating pain was the only thing the battered Garou knew anymore. There were some times where she had trouble remembering her own name. For days (or was it hours? weeks?) she had been held captive by the man with the cruel eyes and evil temperament, chained to the wall of her cell with silver manacles that ate at her flesh and held her Garou form at bay. Despite her herculean efforts, Maeve couldn't free herself; she couldn't even scream. The thick silver collar around her neck effectively saw to that. When she had first awakened after being brought here (wherever here was...), she had prayed it was just a terrible nightmare, that when she woke up she would find herself curled up in bed in the flat she shared with Soren. But the very real pain of the silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles quickly dashed those thoughts to pieces.
At the thought of her brother, Mae let out a strangled whine of anguish. Soren would be furious, not to mention beside himself with worry, with her disappearance. And her pack... there was no telling what her pack brothers and sisters would do when news of her disappearance reached them. The Alpha would declare outright war on whoever was responsible to retrieve his Beta, and Merlin forbid anyone tried to stand in his way. For a moment a bloodthirsty rage came over the little Garou's mind, though it was quickly quashed by a fresh wave of agony and a bitter taste in her mouth.
When a gruff voice growled out, "Open your eyes and look at me, bitch!" and her eyes snapped open, Mae realized she had fallen unconscious and her jailer had used a potion to forcibly awaken her again. Her tired green gaze met the familiar cruel tawny-brown of her kidnapper's as the vile potion took effect and fresh agony had her nearly in tears.
"You know, things will be much more pleasant for you if you just give in to what I want," the evil man's voice echoed off the walls of the small cell. He was quickly growing tired of her defiance, that much was clear even to the Garou's pain-addled mind.
"Go to hell!" the redhead tried to spit back, her voice little more than a harsh whisper. The day she gave in to that madman would be the day the moon fell from the sky and the Garou no longer shifted forms. Chained in silver or not, Mae was a mighty Garou and would never give in to a mere human, even one as sadistic and fanatical as this one.
"Crucio," was the man's almost lazy response. The Garou's eyes rolled back in her head and her already-battered body shook with spasms of torment from the evil spell. As the all-too-familiar black of unconsciousness enveloped her vision again, Maeve wondered just how much more she could take....
Deep in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries
6:05 p.m.
Pain... Excruciating pain was the only thing the battered Garou knew anymore. There were some times where she had trouble remembering her own name. For days (or was it hours? weeks?) she had been held captive by the man with the cruel eyes and evil temperament, chained to the wall of her cell with silver manacles that ate at her flesh and held her Garou form at bay. Despite her herculean efforts, Maeve couldn't free herself; she couldn't even scream. The thick silver collar around her neck effectively saw to that. When she had first awakened after being brought here (wherever here was...), she had prayed it was just a terrible nightmare, that when she woke up she would find herself curled up in bed in the flat she shared with Soren. But the very real pain of the silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles quickly dashed those thoughts to pieces.
At the thought of her brother, Mae let out a strangled whine of anguish. Soren would be furious, not to mention beside himself with worry, with her disappearance. And her pack... there was no telling what her pack brothers and sisters would do when news of her disappearance reached them. The Alpha would declare outright war on whoever was responsible to retrieve his Beta, and Merlin forbid anyone tried to stand in his way. For a moment a bloodthirsty rage came over the little Garou's mind, though it was quickly quashed by a fresh wave of agony and a bitter taste in her mouth.
When a gruff voice growled out, "Open your eyes and look at me, bitch!" and her eyes snapped open, Mae realized she had fallen unconscious and her jailer had used a potion to forcibly awaken her again. Her tired green gaze met the familiar cruel tawny-brown of her kidnapper's as the vile potion took effect and fresh agony had her nearly in tears.
"You know, things will be much more pleasant for you if you just give in to what I want," the evil man's voice echoed off the walls of the small cell. He was quickly growing tired of her defiance, that much was clear even to the Garou's pain-addled mind.
"Go to hell!" the redhead tried to spit back, her voice little more than a harsh whisper. The day she gave in to that madman would be the day the moon fell from the sky and the Garou no longer shifted forms. Chained in silver or not, Mae was a mighty Garou and would never give in to a mere human, even one as sadistic and fanatical as this one.
"Crucio," was the man's almost lazy response. The Garou's eyes rolled back in her head and her already-battered body shook with spasms of torment from the evil spell. As the all-too-familiar black of unconsciousness enveloped her vision again, Maeve wondered just how much more she could take....