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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 21:25:01 GMT -5
(Alright)
Killian had plopped down on the opposite chair, pulling her legs up and sitting criss-cross. She was about to say something when two huge, abnormally muscled men swaggered into the shop. Killian froze, but the rest of the customers and even the staff slowly filtered out of the shop. Killian jumped to her feet, coffee forgotten on the table next to her. One of the men said something in Russian, and Killian visibly tensed, her lips curling into a sneer, an expression of disgust to rarely on her pretty face. With that expression, one of the men suddenly lashed out, tripping her. She caught herself into a crouch and enclosed his knee as hard as she could, and down he went. However, within minutes, there were more men and Killian was behind held tight against a chest, her wrists cuffed and a hand clamped over her mouth. Her green eyes blazed with fury as she struggled, but one whiff of the cloth in the mans hand - she was out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 21:44:39 GMT -5
(*Pretends to know what that says* xD)
Suddenly, another hand slammed over Leos face, effectively stopping all breathing - except through a cloth like Killians. One breath in, and Leo was out.
When Killian next opened her eyes, it was as if her worst nightmare had come true. She lay on an old, rickety bed, dressed in a backless top instead of her tank. Right between her shoulder blades, where even her performance clothing covered, was a large tattoo - the number seventeen. She shivered in fear and curled ehr knees to her chest as she saw that she was back in the harem in Russia.
A creak to her left had her head snap over, her eyes wide with fright. She let out a shaky breath as she realized that the creaking was another bed - with Leo. She shakily uncurled and made her way over, kneeling besides him. "L-Leo..." She whispered frightfully. She had never looked to utterly terrified before, her skin pale and her hands shaky.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 21:58:12 GMT -5
Killian didnt reply, just clung desperately onto him as she trembled with fright. A man, another larger strong one, came into the room and thundered towards them. "Number Seventeen, you have been purchased for the next hour," He said flatly, yanking her away from Leo. She writhed and almost got away, but he still managed to force her out the door and slam it closed, bolting several bolts from the outside. Killians desperate cries for help were slowly fading as she was taken to a different place.
Sure enough, an hour passed, and Killian was roughly thrown back into the room. She collapsed onto the floor, curling into a tight ball and clutching her arms around her, tears freaking down her face as she burried it in her knees. Violated, in pain, sold like some sort of toy, Killian didn't have the strength to move.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:10:28 GMT -5
Killian curled into his arms, clinging into him for dear life as her sleeve slipped down further, exposing another number on her back - two of them, from the harems she was forced into before. #3 and #61 graced her skin fouly, a disgusting reminder of her past. She didnt make any noise or say anything, just held onto him as if he was the last person alive and kept close, silent tears rolling down her face. Finally, after several minutes, two words made their way out; two tiny, heart-breaking words. "Not again..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:19:07 GMT -5
"They will find us," Killian whispered, "They always find run always." She clung to him tighter, starting to shiver before she took a deep breath, not that it did much good for her. "I'm sorry.... i... i dragged you into this..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:39:46 GMT -5
Killian just nodded, her eyes closing against her will as her exhaustion took over her. Curling closer to Leonardo, her breathing slowed and her muscles released their tension, letting Killian fall into a deep sleep.
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