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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 3, 2012 0:59:19 GMT
"Oh yes" he smirked, just as predatory towards the wretch. "Of my own accord. You'd be surprised the things I do for the good of all the lunatics locked away here. Petty souls, really." He said in a pitying tone. He snapped his fingers and Willian was back yet again, and into Rebecca's cell. As he had been trained to do with this one, the brute quickly got her cornered and chained up.
"Yes, down to Lymer's lab with her, then" he said lightheartedly and watched the chasers drag her away struggling and snarling. He couldn't help but laugh. Now she would be tortured until the break of day.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 3, 2012 4:19:44 GMT
Rebecca whimpered and closed her eye as she imagined it all, and she realized at that moment just how hungry she was. Her eye snapped open as she heard the doctor snap his fingers, her breif lapse in concentration was all it took for Willian to be able to enter her cell. Rebecca backed up without thought and instantly panicked as the cold wall of the cell pressed against her back. Her heart raced as she growled, she reached out and attempted to scratch at Willian's face as she was chained.
"Let me go!! I'll kill you!" Rebecca screamed at both the chasers and the doctor as she was dragged off, trying everything she could to try and gain freedom, she even went as far as trying to bite the men, she shook the chains, now she had began to grow desperate.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 3, 2012 15:12:19 GMT
"Still thinking of rebellion, dear?" Said the doctor as he strolled beside the struggling procession of inmate and chasers, hands clasped behind his back in a liesurely way. He was quite calm, now, and not at all interested in a fight. He was more amused to watch her snap her mouth like a gaping fish trying to breathe above water, an attempt at biting, he supposed. Soon they were in Lymer's labs, and the chasers had her pinned down to the table and soon strapped in securely.
Doctor Bramsfield idly scratched at his chin, pondering, and ushered Lymer away when the man tried to take over. "Oh, no, no, Lymer." He chuckled, "This one's mine." He said darkly as he withdrew a jar of leeches from a massive pillar crowded with bits and baubles of leeching paraphernalia that stood in the center of the massive hall. He withdrew one slithering leech, allowing it to clamp its suckers onto the pad of his finger and suckle desperately. He held it over her with nary a wince and grinned, "shall we begin?" He smirked.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 3, 2012 16:37:52 GMT
"I'll never stop!" Rebecca managed to growl out as she turned her head to glare at the doctor once again. "You don't scare me, so I will never stop!" She shouted, her leg flying out in an attempt to kick the closest chaser to her. She screamed as she was tied down, twisting and arching her body as best as she could, still trying to escape her bonds.
Rebecca looked up at the new man in the room, her eye narrowed as she heard the exchange between the two doctors. Her eye widened considerably as the taller doctor grabbed a jar of leeches and moved up to the table. She watched with an almost interested expression as the leech sucked on the doctors finger. She looked up into his eyes, bright green meeting dark brown. "I'd rather we didn't start..."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 3, 2012 17:24:47 GMT
"You know the way out of this" he laughed a pitying laugh and applied salt to the leech, watching it drop onto Rebecca's now exposed stomach where it thrashed and convulsions, vomiting its newly suckled bounty across her pale skin. He watched it wriggle and convulse with a predatory glint in his eye, and smirked as the thing died and he lifted it away and into a bowl near Rebecca's head full of blood and dead leeches--practically sloshing with it.
He grabbed a new leech with a pair of tongs and gently applied it to her body, applying more one by one, slowly, so the pain of their clinching jaws could be felt individually. "Will you obey now, you little shit?"
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 3, 2012 20:53:08 GMT
A light blush crept onto Rebecca's cheeks as she was exposed to the doctor, her stomach sucked in as she felt the leech drop onto her stomach, which also succeeded in making her ribs stick out even more than they were ordinarily. She bit her lip to conceal her gag as she felt the liquids spill onto her stomach. Rebecca watched as the leech passed across her face, her breathing ragged as she tried to calm and restrain herself.
Blood trickled down her chin as more and more leeches were applied, her fists clenching until it seemed her knuckles would break through her skin. She continued to stay quiet, not even letting the quietest whimper escape her, aa she knew the doctor would most likely take pleasure in seeing her in pain. "The answer is still never..." She growled between clenched teeth
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 3, 2012 23:26:14 GMT
"And if the leeches suck you into oblivion? Which they will." He said simply, taking more pleasure in seeing her try to be valiant and remain silent. He'd seen many girls do it before, as though they were somehow escaping any form of punishment that might occur after the leeching. He flicked away a leech that inched towards her pretty face, sparing her the agony of having her face bitten, and stomped on the thing, relishing in the loud squelch it made "Pesky little shits, they are."
After a while of the leeching, he sighed heavily and had to apply the salt, or the leeches really would suck her dry. He caught each one in a new bowl that wasn't quite so full and then held out the bowl for her to see. "Do you see these creatures? They died today so that you could keep your mouth shut. They lost their innocent lives so that you could be a tight-lipped fuck and cause us trouble. Are you happy that you've murdered said leeches?"
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 0:05:29 GMT
"Then I'll be glad to be out of this hell.." Rebecca snapped back, twitching as a leech bit down on a sensitive part of her body, taking another deep breath in. She looked up at the doctor in wonder and surprise as he had flicked the leech away from her face, lost in thought again as she wondered what had motivated him to do the almost gentle gesture after all of the previous pain he had caused her. "I guess we have something in common then," She muttered, before another surprised look crossed her face at the casual comment she had just made.
By the time the doctor had applied the salt, Rebecca felt very light-headed and didn't seem to notice the leeches being removed from her abused body. Her eye fluttered open, blinking rapidly to try make out the blurry shapes in front of her, before she managed to focus on the bowl full of dead leeches. She had almost missed the doctors comment, but shrugged the best she could, looking at the opposite wall. "I-It was y-your fault they di-died.. not mine.." She said quietly, still being defiant even though she was light-headed.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 1:12:08 GMT
"There's where you're wrong, my dear" he whispered in a deadly tone. "Willian, help me take this sorry wretch down to the Cell. See to it she's fed once every other day for a week. Water only when absolutely necessary" he said seriously, with the practiced tone of a doctor giving a prescription to a patient. He had her unhooked and put into the light restraints, as she was no longer quite as deadly in her dizzy state,
Willian made to leave with the inmate when Doctor Bramsfield stopped him. "Actually. She will sleep in my quarters tonight. Prepare her a cot in my bedroom" he said softly, darkly. The brute nodded and headed off with Rebecca to do just that.
((Preparing a new topic called "One Night In" in Bramsfield's office))
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 1:16:55 GMT
((Shall I just comment there? Or should I still reply on this thread?))
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