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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:28 pm
 With the pitch dark feeling of night, this forever silent castle remains animate only by the slaves of two owners. One symbol is of a snake, the other is of a crescent moon. The tattoos are placed right below their eyes, a symbol of property to either Moonglow or Valentine. With ten rooms, ten guest rooms and five large baths, its like a hotel for the dead... or perhaps, thats how Vince wanted it to seem. Almost everything is dedicated to either the moon, the rose, or the snake. Snakes are often found around the caslte along with large creeping rose bushes whose flowers stay in bloom year long. The whole castle is of french and roman architect, a sort of ironic and humorous mixture.
During Winter the wind around this castle is bitter and almost freezing. The trees turn into a strange crystal like mass resembling black quartz. The ground is slightly moist so sometimes it freezes, causing the stone itself to shatter. Roses outgrow everything, sharp vines spiralling upwards, climbing walls and stone. There is a large trench around the property filled with snakes that seemed to have been bred to devour any meat that comes into their domain. They eat their dead and even sometimes their live fellow species of snake. Though, the trench by now has been covered over with the thorned vines of rose plants... Though, the roses over the trench only bloom in Spring and Summer.
Inside the large castle you can hear the sound of singing, a chorus of singing that never ends. Though as you go a few floors up the singing is usually drowned out. As you look out the window, during the fall and winter ou will see black birds but during spring and summer you'll see doves and white downy feathered birds. As you continue up the castle floors you'll notice there is more light. Since many of the windows from the lower floors are covered by rose vines you often don't see much light breaking through. The windows are very tall and have pointed arches, one hint of gothic architecture.
As you approach the top floors you get closer to Vince's chambers. Across from his room is the room he was locked in when he was a young boy. The room next to him belongs to Christophe, his closest servant. Going farther down the hall youll find his study. No one but Vince is permitted into this study. No exceptions. Near the study is some stairs that spiral down into another room, the upper floor of the chorus room.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:37 pm
The cinderella charriot came to a stop, the white horses seeming to stick out among the dark colored place. The original mansion that Vince lived at was white and a pale transcluscent color or glass. The place was almost submerged in water and water was one of the things Vince hated. In fact, it is said that he was concieved in water... A strange thing. Like the mother of sleeping beauty. Vince had gotten out of the cart and opened the door for Selvic, lifting his hand to help the young boy out of the charriot. His eyes seemed a bit more calm, the fierce glow settling for a few minutes at least.
Vince looked around the property, his eyes falling upon some young slaves that walked around freely, socializing. Funny thing is, he probably had sex with all of them. Silly Vince.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:43 pm
Selvic got out of the chariot on his own, carefully stepping onto the ground, making sure not to stumble on his way down. His eyes didn’t even bother to settle their gaze to Vince’s helpful hand; he merely turned a blind eye to it and focused, instead, on the surroundings as well. He, too, noticed the slaves far on the other side of the courtyard. He frowned lightly, wondering why Vince would purchase another slave if he had so many already. Then again, a spoiled child never ceases to want more of what he already has. However, the sight made him wonder what his place among the mansion would be.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 10:08 pm
A slave came up to Vince and smiled lightly, bowed a bit. He was young, younger than Selvic. With that bow the young slave got onto the drivers part of the charriot and drove it off. Several other of the slaves waved to Vince before going on with their business. One of them called out, something about a nice catch or something. But most of these servants had moon crescent tattoos below their eyes. "You'll get one soon, a tattoo. A snake." Vince moved along, crossing a bridge that went over a sort of trench filled with millions of interwining rose vines, the sound of scales and slithering emitting softly. There were snakes. Vince smirked and pulled Selvic close, very close. "You'll have to be careful here. The snakes don't attack those with tattoos of a snake."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 2:53 pm
“I see..” He mused, edging slowly away from the intimidating scaly creatures. Perhaps, then, it wasn’t such a bad idea getting the tattoo. He wasn’t looking foreword to it, he even thought about resisting no matter the cost…he wasn’t exactly a fan of how it felt when being tattooed. But if it meant he would have to fear being attacked by snakes everywhere he went, then it would probably be best to make the smaller sacrifice. After all…if push came to shove, and if the opportunity rose, he would have to pass those snakes easily if he wanted to escape the mansion and the clutches of this demented weirdo. Though, he wondered why all the other slaves were so kind to him, it was as if they looked up to him. Couldn't they see what kind of horrible person he was? Or maybe...he only acted like that to Selvic...But why bother to buy him if that was the case? Damnit, I can't figure this guy out...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:49 pm
"Come along. Since its winter the wind can bite sharply..." Vince wrapped his arm around his black rabbit and led him along, eyes narrowed upon the mansion as he wove around small flowerbeds, a large fountain that dried out into a cold stone, and several statues of figures whose details were washed away from weather. Vince grew almost everywhere and eyes seemed to watch you wherever you went. A few slaves would come up, take Vince's cloak in their hands and kiss it as if he were the queen of england or something to that extent. His eyes would lower to their forms until they either bowed or smiled. An observastion made, the ones who bowed were usually slaves with the moon tattoo while the ones who smiled carried a snake tattoo.
"Though I don't use needles to put my mark on my slaves. Its actually a sort of ritual that all of them have gone through." Vince started up a stairs of black marble, women who had moons under their eye standing completely still while donning traditional french attire. Their eyes were masked by detailed masks of silver, gold and black, their bodies unmoving not even to the slightest sway. They would only move when Vince passed them.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:01 pm
A ritual, huh? That didn’t do anything to ease Selvic’s nerves. Just what was he going to have to go through for all of this? His frown seemed to deepen as they traveled farther through the twists and turns of the corridors in the mansion. There were so many slaves, many with the tattoo he would probably be getting fairly soon. But why so many? Of course this was a big house, but he doubted many people lived there, was there such a need for an abundance of slaves. He lightly shook his head and folded his arms tightly. No use getting upset over something like that, now was there? He couldn’t change it, and to waste time brooding over things he had no say in was a waste of time an energy.
For now, he would focus on the details that lay around him. Everything was so intricately decorated. It looked more like it might be a castle for a king rather than a mansion for a snob and his family. “So…where are we going?” He asked, noticing that it didn’t seem like they would be taking a break from walking around and up stairs in the place anytime soon. Or maybe that was just the impression he got, obviously he didn’t know his way around there. In fact, he was sure that once, or if, he was allowed to roam freely, he would get lost quite a lot.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:16 pm
Vince opened a door in the large north corridor. Looking at Selvic he raised his brow. "My chambers of course. Now, aree you going to tell me your name before I deflower you?" His room was dark, lit only by candlelight, casting a soft light on his features. The glow from his silver hair seemed almost angelic... but he didn't believe in angels. Reaching out a hand to Selvic he smirked. Vince was called a snake for a reason. Dark intentions were always in his feelings. His eyes were sole on gaining for himself. Perhaps he was selfish... perhaps he was misunderstood. What he did know was he would have no problem taking anyones heart only to tear them apart. The door opened a bit more, revealing bookshelves filled with books- but pretty much only that other than a desk with a book open and blank. Over the desk there was a portrait that cloth hung over, hiding the painting's glorious vision. In the distance there was the faint sound of a chorus, almost like that of a church. But most likely they weren't singing about god.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:45 pm
Selvic scrutinized the room’s every glorious feature. No doubt, this had to be the most beautiful bedroom he could have ever imagined to exist. Then again, any bedroom would seem nice to him after being stuck inside a cramped cage for so long. He walked along side Vince as he was led inside the room. “My name is Selvic.” He replied tersely. He couldn’t find any reason, really, for not telling Vince his name, it was better than being addressed by those stupid pet names that the taller man might insist on calling him. Though, something didn’t quite make sense. Why would he take him all the way to his room rather than some other place? Surely they couldn’t do the ‘ritual’ or whatever the hell it was in a nice place like this. Then another term had crossed his mind. Deflower…deflower…I’ve heard it before but…s**t, what does it mean? He silently scraped at every memory, buried or not, that he had to try and remember. It was rare he ever heard the term anyway…
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 8:05 pm
Vince took Selvic's wrist and pretty much flung him onto the bed. It was soft, with furs of leopard and an underblanket of velvet. Vince loved thick coverings since he hated the cold. His face looked like that of a patient saint, stoic but at the same time waiting for something to happen. Untying the red ribbon at his caller he let the silk hang loose, unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Of course, by then the vest was already undone. He tilted his head, slightly amused at the sight of Selvic on his bed- the reason for the bed being so large probably soon to surface in his new pets thoughts.
"The way the tattoo is placed is with intercourse, something my family seems to have passed down in the kingdom. Of course, we can't own our family members, so if thats the case, the tattoo won't show up. Though if you're wondering, the servants with crescent moons are my deceased fathers and the ones with snakes are mine. You may have also noticed that my fathers slaves are young. A little bit of amusing information for you. My father died eight years ago."
There was a crooked man. Vince slowly came onto the bed, green eyes glaring in the dim light. His eyes were completely on Selvic, a sense of danger around him. Who walked a crooked mile. It seemed as if even though this mansion was here, the whole idea of it being in this sort of area was over the top. Before there was a slightly humid climate though when they came here the air was crisp and bitter. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. With a smirk Vince pulled Selvics wrists up, practically pinning him down. No, he didn't care for the feeling of fear in others eyes. His own calculating mind was too careless of the people around him. He bought a crooked cat, Which caught a crooked mouse. Leaning in and kissing Selvic's neck he murmured something, something inaudible but at the same time frightening- all because of the calmness in his tone. And they all lived together in a crooked little house.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 8:28 pm
The younger man was suddenly stricken with fear and confusion; though he wanted to struggle, though he wanted to fight and rip himself away from Vince’s heartless gaze and ritualistic gestures. This couldn’t be happening, could it? This had to be some sort of joke. Some sick demented prank Vince was playing on him so he could see him writhe and squirm. Well it was certainly working, whatever tactic it was he was using. His mind screamed for him to fight back, to overpower the silver haired man and make a break for freedom. But as much as his mind pleaded, he couldn’t seem to urge his body to move. His heart felt like it was caught in his throat, making it hard to breathe. He could feel every vein in his body pound and rattle as his heart beat faster and faster. “Get…off of me.” He muttered relentlessly, his voice sounding far braver than he truly felt.
He couldn’t allow himself to be humiliated in such away. Not only that, but the very thought that all those other slaves had gone to bed with him made him sick. He would be just like any other slave then? Something that Vince could merely have his way with then throw him to work his fingers to the bone. No, he couldn’t let himself be belittled like that. Somehow he found the strength to struggle against the other’s restraining methods. He knew, however, that his efforts would most likely prove to be futile. Who was he trying to fool, anyway? Selvic could not resist for long, he could try with all his might, but it was as if all his strength was drained away with one look into those piercing and bitter green eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 8:53 pm
"You shouldn't talk like that when you're in such a position. No matter how cute it is. Though, its the first time anyone has resisted me... So its exciting to me." He kissed Selvics nexk and collarbone, his free hand ripping at Selvic's durrent clothes. He'd get Selvic new clothes later. For now, perhaps if Selvic didn't fight too much, he would claim his newly bought pet as his own. But then again, if Selvic was acting like this...
"Do you find it disgusting?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:04 pm
Selvic glared fiercely up at him. “Disgusting? I find it repulsive!!” He hissed, seething with anger. “You think you can just shove me around and do whatever you wish to my body, just because you’ve bought me!?” Relentlessly he began to writhe from the other’s grasp, finding new strength, and perhaps an opportunity of escape. However it wasn’t a good idea to get hopeful just yet. “You may have bought me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll follow you’re every whim and let you do as you please! Why don’t you find one of your other slaves, I’m sure they’ll have no trouble going to bed with you.” He paused for a moment, a bitter smirk curving at his lips. “Wait...so why are you even asking me that? Are you hesitating? Do my actions shock you? Never been resisted before, have you? Well it was just a matter of time, you spoiled brat. You can’t have everything you want!”
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:19 pm
"Then from that I suppose you're saying that I desire you. Would you rather me trace the tattoo on myself and burn it in? Though you won't follow what I say, I suppose there is always rape. Though I'd rather not stoop as far as my father..." Vince held on tighter to Selvic's wrists, a bit of a warning. "You are my property so I can do whatever I please with you. Beat you, rape you, kiss you, scar you. But really... you're cute the way you are right now... writhing and wiggling under me like a rabbit caught in a trap. I will admit I want you, which has to be true since I did buy you. But I have a question for you. If I had loved you, would you give in easier?"
A terrible question to ask, a question that would twist your very innards and make you choke on the answer. Love. It was something Vince would rather not feel. It was something he trampled on daily with a cold smile and gazing eyes. Something that kept all his precious servants so close to him. He was satisfied nonetheless, with Selvics reactions. He had grown tired of the people that would give in so easily, give in to his touch and soon give in to falling for his wicked ways. Though for now he had to keep this fire alive as long as possible- or at least until he grew bored with it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:31 pm
“You throw the word around so carelessly.” Selvic scoffed, his hands tightening into fists in response to the light tinge of pain Vince had caused him. “But you don’t love me, now, do you?” He spoke, his eyes narrowing, digging deep; trying to get inside Vince’s head and find out just what sort of things were going on in there. “And it wouldn’t mean s**t to be if you loved me or not. I won’t give into you, no matter what. As far as I can see, you’ve already stooped to the level of your father.” He regretted saying that immediately, not for fear of hurting the other or insulting him, but because he was almost positive it wasn’t true. The way Vince had spoke of his father, though brief it all was, he sounded like a horrible man. Though there had to be similarities in the two, saying such things was probably going too far. He didn’t care, however, and he swept the thought into the back of his mind. After all, just as his ‘master’ had said, he could do whatever he wanted to him; so in return, he wanted to make it as difficult as possible.
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