Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Apr 6, 2012 14:52:18 GMT
((OCC: Was waiting for Lenore but I'll reply now and then wait.))
The kiss caught Rose off guard, but after coming down from her surprise she kissed back, giving herself away. That was how she viewed kissing - an intimate act between lovers, sweet surrender. She didn't do if often - not at all if you really thought about it, for the very thought of surrending and giving herself away scared her - and she wondered if she should be doing it all - with him, no less!
She grabbed both sides of his face and deepened it, falling helplessly into his trap and almost fell when he stopped in the doorway suddenly. She cupped his cheek with her left hand and moved her thumb against it softly and stared at him, her big, cartoon eyes glistening with an innocence she lost long ago. "What's wrong?" she asked him, worried.
He can't be turning me down now! she cried in her head. Not after I've kissed him so earnestly!
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Lenore Sinclair
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Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Apr 6, 2012 15:05:41 GMT
A sense of stinging cold invaded her senses. Rose would get hurt again and it would be her fault! Lenore steadied herself so she wouldn't tremble.
"I know you're smarter than this, Rose. He doesn't intend to show you a good time at all and you know I would never say that without good reason. What's to stop him from letting Vaudier have his leftovers? He's already shown he doesn't think highly of you. Don't forget the pain, Rose."
Her voice sounded cold. Lenore didn't intend for it to do that, but any feeling injected in it would be false. Right now she only felt cold disappointment. No betrayal. There was nothing there to betray. She made a promise to Rose and she was determined to keep it. The love was still there. Perhaps that's why this stung so much.
"I promised, on my honor as a knight, I would do everything to protect you from harm, Rose," continued Lenore. This time, the passion behind her words was there. She came to her senses at last and knew what she had to do. Fire marched through her veins as her eyes became wild. The small girl was very much alive and determined to fulfill her duty.
Before she even realized it, she was running, hammer and spike at the ready. The adrenaline coursing through her propelled her faster than before. Even still, her goal was not to kill the doctor. Lenore could never forgive herself if she killed a father, no matter how vile he was.
Taking care not to hit Rose, Lenore aimed the spike to penetrate the muscle in the doctor's shoulder.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 6, 2012 17:14:33 GMT
"Mm. Sorry sweetheart" He laughed a harsh, barking laugh as the double doors to the leech lab slammed shut by unseen hands, and he heard the harsh thud of metal weapons on wood.
Two chasers grabbed hold of Rose from either side and jerked her away from the stiff, unresponsive Doctor Bramsfield. From behind Lenore walked the other two, hidden chasers, and the tall Doctor Lymer, who snagged Lenore by the throat, armpits, and ankles.
"We'll see who wins this time, ladies," said Doctor Bramsfield as he ordered to have Rose hauled away and stepped towards the door again, "Lymer, Thom, Willian, leave Lenore tied down for me, pllease, and actually..." he paused "Bring rose In to watch. Chain her to the wall over there" he gestured.
Vaudier took his bounty, the poor Rose, and dragged her into the laboratory again as Lymer struggled to bind down Lenore to the table. "Eddy always wins, girls," said the crooked leech doctor.
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Apr 6, 2012 17:33:16 GMT
Rosemary stared at Lenore as she charged, frozen stiff. Everything was going so fast and she didn't register anything that was happening until two pairs of hands were on both of her arms.
She watched in horror as people started grabbing at Lenore, trying to tie her down, and let out a shriek of fear when Vaudier was suddenly in her vision, walking toward her.
"Let me go!" she wailed when Vaudier grabbed her and began dragging her back into the room she'd found Lenore in. Tears streamed down her face and she shook her head fiercely.
This can't be happening again! she thought. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Should have known Bramsfield would only hurt me again!
"You said you he wouldn't be here! You promised!" she yelled at Bramsfield, crying and struggling against the head chaser.
I trusted you! she thought to herself, staring at Dr., as Vaudier chained her to the wall. She was starting to become hysterical, recalling the last time the chaser had her chained up and wondered if this would end the same way, just in front of more people this time. Her cheeks flushed in shame at the thought.
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Lenore Sinclair
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Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Apr 6, 2012 18:01:19 GMT
"You swine!! You'll rue this moment, doctor," screamed Lenore as several pairs of strong hands grabbed her and moved her against her will, her voice filled with pure venom though it was hoarse from Lymer's hold on her throat. She struggled with all the adrenaline-induced might a small 100 pound girl could muster. Her nails and teeth ripped and tore at any flesh that was not her own. The room filled with her guttural growls and animalistic snarls.
Despite her struggles, she only succeeded with a few scratches and possibly bruises from her wildly kicking legs. Deep down, Lenore knew she didn't have the strength to fight them off, to defend Rose. All of these men were much bigger and likely made restraining girls like her an art form. Rose's voice cut through the stillness in her mind. Tilting her head, Lenore looked at the red-head she loved so dearly.
"Close your eyes, Rose. I'll see you again soon. You have my word."
Even with the calm of her voice, Lenore still struggled against doctor Lymer. Although it was a hopeless venture, why bother to make his work easier? To demonstrate her distaste, she spat in the leech doctor's face and mimicked Bramsfield's loathsome sneer.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 6, 2012 18:14:42 GMT
"Oh you're fuggin' funny you are" the doctor laughed an uneasy giggle, his natural laugh and not any form of nerves, "Think yer so tough eh?" He giggled again as the team strapped her to the table.
When all was said and done, the headmaster stepped forward, making sure Rose could still see the girl she "loved" and that she would have to watch. He withdrew a bowl full of leeches from the nearby shelf and cleared his throat "This'll hurt" he said giddily to her.
He lifted her shift and eventually tore the thing away, then dumped the cold and bloodsoaked bowl of wriggling leeches over her naked torso and face. "I hope you drown" was his simple, heartfelt reply.
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Apr 6, 2012 18:21:01 GMT
Rosemary did as she was told and closed her eyes as soon as Dr. Bramsfield dumped the bucket over Lenore. She felt horrible and rightfully so. This was her fault and she knew it. Had she listened to Lenore and to herself, they wouldn't be in this mess. They wouldn't be hurting her friend the way they were.
We probably could have gotten off with a warning or something not as bad as this! she thought. I should have never given in - I should have never kissed him!
At that thought Rosemary's eyes flew open and she stared at Bramsfield in shock. She kissed him. She willingly gave herself to him. It reminded her of the day her uncle Gerald kissed her and he informed her that she was his, because that's what kissing was - surrendering yourself, belonging to someone else. Rose shook her head. She didn't want to be his. Not anymore. Had he not continued to sick Vaudier on her and hurt Lenore, she would have gone to him.
"Stop touching me," she snapped at Vaduier who still had his hands on her.
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Lenore Sinclair
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Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Apr 6, 2012 18:46:14 GMT
The false sneer reverted to Lenore's confident smirk. It felt much better on her face anyway. She knew Lymer was only this confident because of the numbers on his side and the fact that she was strapped to a table. Had it been just the two of them, she would have torn him limb from limb.
Lenore looked up at doctor Bramsfield, her smirk never wavering. She didn't doubt it would hurt. If there was one thing the doctor was honest about, it was about pain levels. Maybe the mirror world would get him first. As she stared at him, she remembered ripping him apart in the dream, how he screamed and begged her to stop. Lenore savored that memory, even if it wasn't real.
The cold wriggly leeches fell on her now exposed body. The fiery girl stared at Bramsfield, only moving her head to shake the leeches away from her mouth and eyes before they had a chance to clamp down.
"Thank you for the good wishes, doctor. I'll glad I know how to swim," she replied with an ever-present smirk. The pain awful, but she'd also felt much worse. Lenore felt the many little mouths suck out the blood that kept her alive. Eventually, she would grow weak and possibly pass out.
Lenore relaxed her head against the table and laughed quietly as her energy began to leave her.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 6, 2012 18:59:55 GMT
"Hush...sleep...die, if you must. Or we shall have to euthanize you," he said quietly, covering her face with a heavy cloth soaked in water, which plugged her nose so she couldn't breathe "Cough when you're dying."
A grin of bemusement spread over his face. Oh how he enjoyed this. Far more than he should have. They'd had their brief pleasant moments in the mirror world. And now they were here, and she would die if she chose to defy him. He noticed a few leeches who didn't latch down, but instead wriggled further down between her bare legs, latching to the sensitive skin behind her knees and that of her privates.
"Now. Rose. Look. I want you to see this." He said sharply, tapping his boot on the floor "either look, or Vaudier here gets his way again. I'm sure you don't want that."
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Apr 6, 2012 19:19:50 GMT
Rosemary glared at Vaudier, who grinned at her because of the doctor's words, before looking at Lenore like she was told. Vaudier was still touching her and she had no doubt that the "good" doctor would go through with his threat.
God, if Lenore dies I've no idea what I'll do.
"No, I do not want that," she told Bramsfield, staring at Lenore who was helpless to their torment. "Can I look away now? I think I've seen enough."
She looked at him as she asked the question, the sting of betrayel and her ever-present lust for him showing clear as day in her eyes.
This is absurd. Surely they will not get away with this! she thought to herself but there was no hope.
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Lenore Sinclair
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Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Apr 6, 2012 19:42:54 GMT
Now that the cloth was over her face, Lenore allowed herself a pained expression as the sharp leech teeth bit down on the sensitive tissue. She was oddly grateful that Bramsfield covered her face. The girl doubted her pride could handle everyone in the room seeing her face contorted in agony, especially Rose.
Rose, Rose, Rose... Lenore couldn't die and leave her behind. She needed Rose just as much as Rose needed her. The red-head was the only person here worth protecting. It wasn't Rose's fault that she couldn't control her libido. That's why she needed a loyal knight to protect her.
'Hmph, some knight I am. I couldn't even protect myself, let alone Rose,' bitterly thought the dark-haired girl. She kept her thoughts quiet. The wet air was too thick and even though she tried breathing through her mouth, it wasn't enough. Still, her pride kept her going until the burning in her lungs became unbearable.
With great reluctance, she began to cough and gasp for fresh air.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 6, 2012 20:14:45 GMT
"Take a breath, then" he said boredly as he lifted the cloth just so she could gasp in, then smothered her again "I want to hear you beg. Apologize, and beg. Repent for your horrid sins, bitch" he snarled.
His eyes were full of fire and flame, and his voice was full of sadistic joy and pleasure. This turned him on way more than it should have. But he must persist. Maybe he really would take up on Rose's offer. Amelia hadn't shown for a few weeks, now. He was starving, too...
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Apr 6, 2012 20:34:14 GMT
Rose sucked in a breath and her body stiffened again. She felt like she knew Lenore and she knew that right now, she would either refuse and get harassed some more, or she'd give in and be so very, very disappointed in herself. Apologizing and begging would grant Lenore little mercy, Rose knew, but it would lessen. It wouldn't be as bad as it is now. She didn't like herself very much for those thoughts.
Rosemary opened her mouth to say something but shut it quickly. Instead, she stared at Bramsfield, eyebrow raised in curiosity and distaste, and waited for them to be released back to their cells.
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Lenore Sinclair
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Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Apr 6, 2012 20:54:37 GMT
Her lungs ached even more than before getting that all too brief breath of fresh air. Even the smell of old blood was a god-send. Just when her mind began thinking of insults to shout, she noticed Rose's silence. Rose reacted in a way she hadn't expected. She was allowing Lenore to make this decision on her own. Tears sprung in her eyes as she felt a fresh wave of love and respect for the red-head. Swallowing her pride, Lenore screamed with what strength she had left.
"I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry! Please let me go! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"
The tears began to flow as she begged and pleaded. How could she even think to try to out-last and provoke the doctor? She hadn't even bothered to consider Rose's feelings as she was forced to witness this! No good friend did that! Wincing as the salty tears got into her wounds, a small shuddering sob racked her body. For the first time in her life, she felt she understood the feelings of someone else.
"Please get these things off me, sir! I apologize...!"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 6, 2012 22:00:05 GMT
"For what?" He laughed as both Doctor Lymer, and now Greavesly as well, found it privvy to join in the small peanut gallery who looked on after her torture, "Trying to kill me?"
He stepped back for a moment, body concealed by the hulking surgeon and the skinny, leechlike Doctor Lymer, and adjusted his breeches a bit, finding them uncomfortably tight. He could let nobody but himself see that... He stepped forward once again, crouching beside her ear to conceal himself behind the gurney, and sneered that arrogant sneer.
"You don't scare me, and you won't be getting any freedom any time soon. You're rotting in quarantine, and then in the padded cells once you heal up. It will be a one-month sentence for you, my dear." He laughed pitilessly
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