Flashback (The Scarlet Sanctum) How much? (Ana)

[Orion Michaels]

Orion Adrenaline kicked as she nearly went limp in his assault. Like a hunter whose pray was wounded, he only wanted it more. This arrogant prostitute was his now. "Had enough, you little slut?" Venom dripped with each syllable, as he took the skin just under her jawline roughly into his mouth with wet, spiteful, unwanted kisses. Her body was shutting down, and finally, his clouded mind was pleased. Finally, his clouded soul would get its desire. He paid no mind to the vultures around them. Exchanging money based on whether or not Orion would violate this girl anymore than he already had. Betting that she would find a way to escape his horrible wants. Or maybe they were truly vultures, just waiting to pick up the remains. Would the blond woman even survive if she succumbed? Would they let Orion get away with failure? Regardless of the murmuring of worthless people, his piercing blue eyes, haunted by pain and twisted by drink, lustily took in the imagine of the defeated woman as his fingers fumbled with her top. It was stained, patchy, and messy. White, but barely so, and nothing that a proper whore should be wearing. Every clue had been screamed in Orion's face that she wasn't anything like what imagined her to be, but he was tunnel visioned. That petching shirt was in the way. And she had played her stupid little game with him. She had to pay. Forcefully he ripped at her blouse, pulling down at her sleeves, exposing her pale white skin to him and everyone around. His lips traced along her collarbone, slow, greedy, and hungry, before beginning a torturous decent south. Before he could violate any further, he was forced to pause as her body tensed up, almost as if life was returning to her. "What are you saying? Speak up!" Well, Orion got what he asked for. Orion got what he deserved. "ALONE!!" Crunch!!!! Orion instantly doubled over in pain as the blonde's foot collided with his groin, nearly causing him to throw up in pain. His hands instantly released her, leaving her free of his control, able to rush away without any further assault. The disgusting, horrible man that Orion Michaels had become now lay on the ground, writhing in pain as onlookers chuckled at his misfortune. The man had towered over her, able to overpower the girl by sheer size alone, but instead she'd incapacitated him, leaving Orion to be the laughing stock of their small crowd. He was a monster. But he was a pathetic monster. A once reputable man had hit rock bottom and kept going. To make it all worse, he'd decided that his scars weren't enough. Clearly the blond girl had deserved to have some of her own. His own sobs, undeserved as they may have been, trailed after her as the crowd dispersed, plenty entertained by the horrific scene which had unfolded. Just another day in lovely Sunberth.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Neilles shirt had split in the back, torn, ragged, bloody, she stumbled away from her attacker with as much will power as she could to remain standing. It was hard to breath, hard to walk, hard to see, everything was hard to do; she coughed and sputtered as her stomach rolled within its fleshy confines, she wanted to be sick, she wanted to fall over and wish it had all been a bad dream. At the same time Neilles wanted to jump for glee, she wanted to dance and cheer, gloat out her victory over the larger man and towards his foolishness, she wanted to cry in joy, not sorrow. The small girl held her chest, form slightly bent with the effort to remain standing, and then she looked to him, the man now on the ground sobbing. Run.. Don't look back.. Neilles.. NEILLES.. Her mind shouted at her, but she ignored it, something had snapped in her mind so delightfully slowly, it consumed all reason, it smashed her fear into itty bitty pieces. It was a tainted corruption that seemed to waft around her aura, a hatred that slowly engulfed her, she felt no remorse for the man now laying on the ground. She was cruel, as cruel as one could be. Her lips transformed into an awful sneer, a smirk, a snide comment came from deep inside "you're a fool" and that was all she said. Tentatively she stepped towards him, drawing closer, but not to harm him- instead she robbed him blind of his coin purse and he could do nothing about it. He would pay for her medical expences. It was to add insult to injury for what he had done. Retreating, she stood up once more and cringed, the grasp of a malicious intent falling back to leave her long winded. Clutching at the blouse that barely hung on her now, she stared at him while holding the mans former coin purse, her mind drawing a blank, she couldn't think. Everything had switched to automatic mode, her body turned, and she hobbled away from the scene with a bitter trail of tears, marks and bruises littered her body, pain wafted its way through but she felt none of it truely. Her mind had purpose, she was to return home, and then see what she could do about her injuries, it was any wonder she was still walking, let alone breathing. Her breath ragged, and labored, she couldn't deny the fact he had battered her up pretty badly. She limped home, she left the man to the whims of the dogs of Sunberth without a care in the world, her only objective now to find somewheres safe. Safety.. Food.. Water.. Medicine.. Neilles repeated the four words over and over again, intent on committing to achieving those few tasks within days. No one seemed to bother her as she travelled back to her slum-housing, she would have been an easy target to pick off, but by some miracle she was spared after that horrendous experience. It wasn't until she arrived home that she finally felt the shock of the situation, collapsing on her cot, wincing as her body fired itself up at the sensations; what would she do if her friends caught her looking like this? Neilles couldn't ponder on how she looked like now, beaten, abused. Petch.. Petch.. Her mind reitterated itself, hands holding onto the mans coin purse to her chest, eyes fluttering shut, closed, and she drifted away into the darkness that followed slowly after. Lazy thoughts swirled their way to wrap around her mind, skin prickling sensations following after where the man had touched, and kissed. Revulsion shuddering its way through her body, she wouldn't let anyone close again. Neilles had learned her lesson for being careless, she didn't want to remember any of this, but if she forgot.. What if the same thing would happen again? Her mind couldn't accept that, despite the pain it caused, she would remember him, and his petching blue eyes. The Dogs of Sunberth... ...I hope he is devoured by them. Neilles welcomed the sleep which took her; troubled by the blue, spiteful eyes that followed after her in her nightmares. oocGiven permission to mod this bit, discussed behind the scenes that 25gm would be in the purse.

[Jester]

Thread Graded!! Orion : XP Awarded +1 Drinking +4 Intimidation +2 Brawling Lores Awarded Pure, Beautiful Chaos When Groins Crunch Ana the "Whore" Ledger/Inventory -25 Gold Lost: Orion's Purse Ana : XP Awarded +2 Stealth +3 Brawling +3 Escape Artist +1 Larceny Lores Awarded How Much For a Night With You? How to Be a Whore (As Explained by Orion) Orion Michaels: Dog of Sunberth Lore of Crotch Kicking Ledger/Inventory +25 Gold Gained: Orion's Purse Notes : Wow. That was... that lived up to the warning note in the grade request thread haha. But very professionally done! No complaints as far as the writing goes "The difference between a jester and a fool is that the jester knows he's a jester" DISCLAIMER: If you think I have been foolish in grading your thread, don't hesitate to PM me. I am happy to take another look at anything you feel is in error, but keep in mind the other Storytellers and I have final say.