tomorrowsforge (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tomorrowsforge) wrote,@ 2008-03-17 19:48:00 |
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Someone toys with Forge...
[16:15] Forge is on the ground. Forge was soaking wet and bleeding from various places all over his body. He would groan and then slowly roll himself over looking at the hill with wide eyes
[16:16] Magdalena chuckled softly, her boots not hiding the edge of a bandage that peeked out near one knee. She didn't seem to care over much about the pain, though she kept her weight off it. She crouched beside him, and murmured softly. "Look what I caught."
[16:17] Forge looks over at her and his already pale faces seems to drop two or three more shades. He groans and shook his head slowly "...what the.." he coughs and spits up a bit of water "do you want?"
[16:21] Magdalena grins wider, though the only sign of said smile would be the crinkle of her eyes above the mask. "Hush. Save your strength." She was moving slowly, a charmed cobra ready to strike. She'd pulled a small black bladed knife from her boot, and hooked it in his shirt, then pulled back sharply.
[16:22] Forge froze when he felt the cool belt of her knife dice through his shirt. The sobbing wet material clung in clumps to his skin. He mutters and looks over at her "if you wanted to fuck me..you could have just asked.."
[16:25] Magdalena shrugs her shoulders. "I don't fuck anyone. Men are toys for breaking, not fucking. Women are too weak to play with." She opened his shirt with the finesse of a surgeon, and then pressed the tip down into his skin until blood welled up.
[16:26] Magdalena : &the tip of the blade
[16:27] Forge face didn't seem to register the pain, his blue eyes stared at her with a serious expression on his face "breaking huh? please-- someone like you wouldn't know the first thing about what that really means..." he would let his eyes bat playfully at her. Though his palms were sweating.
[16:29] Magdalena smiles again, and licks her lips. "I haven't decided yet, if I'll break you or not." She continued as if he hadn't spoken. But I will begin the purification process. Your body and your soul are tainted.
[16:30] Marina Storaro accepted your inventory offer.
[16:31] Forge chuckled at that and then looked down at the blade on his chest? his eyes would move to her face and he would lick his lips slowly "my soul is beyond tainted..."
[16:33] Magdalena oh so casually pulls her hand back and her fist slams into the side of his face with suprising strength, given her slight build. Then she said, ""We know that the Peripheral and Central nervous systems dictate how you experience pain. Now, Neural function, also accounts for body-Self. Pain and Self are thus intimately related through neurodynamics. Pain leads to Transcendence. To Epiphany. To Purity."
[16:35] Forge head shot to the side with a snap. He would rub his jaw and then slowly turn his attention back to her. His body was shaking a bit considering the number of untended wounds..and the knife in his chest "gibberish and rambling." He would then try to lash out with his right arm and seering pain would shoot through his body before he fell back against the dock
[16:37] Magdalena snorted and leaned back, before she continued her little speech. One she'd made a hundred times before. "You will be reborn, pure with your pain. I will help you reach this state. Thank me for my attentions and Time. I'm wasting them on you, but I will try. " She sliced the knife down, letting it dig into his skin, and when she was done, a word was carved on his chest. Trash.
[16:39] Forge would gasp a bit in pain again and look up at her coughing when she cut through his chest and wrote the word onto his skin. She cut across two still heeling gore marks on his chest. His eyes would lock upon her "Using me as a diary for your inner feelings" he would say as he looked down at the blood on his chest reading upside down
[16:41] Magdalena chuckled softly, let him Ramble. She wasn't even paying attention. She kept carving into his chest, words bleeding, obscuring the ones beneath them. Worthless. Scab. Purified. Pain. Epiphany.
[16:42] Forge was shaking in pain. His eyes would roll back into his head for a moment until eventually he could no longer feel the assault-- his nerves fried. He would reach for the heel of her boot with his bad arm and try to tug upon it.
[16:44] Magdalena watched his fingers wrap around her boot heel and she tsked softly. She stretched out as he pulled, then when the angle was right, she snapped the toe of the foot he held towards his ribs.
[16:44] Forge felt a crunch and his body would cringe in. His shoulder coming down as he tried desperately to keep from screaming out for her. He would hiss through closed teeth and then stare at her with a mask of serenity..
[16:46] Magdalena watched the pain dance across his face as he got himself under control, then she lifted, crawled up so that her thighs were spread, braced on either side of his knees. She sat, facing his feet.
[16:47] Forge would try to bring himself up propping himself with his good arm. His legs had two nasty marks one on the inner and the other on the outer thigh. He would breath deeply and just burn in an image of the back of her head
[16:49] Magdalena reached over and grabbed one bare foot, bending forward, holding his legs pinned with her body. She swirled the point of her blade over the bottom of his foot then began to cut again. Words. The beginning of the Act of Contrition.
[16:50] Forge would scream out in pain and then bring that good arm around looking to smash her in the back of the skull with his fist. His eyes would flare in pains as he dark blade went through some of the most sensative flesh on the body
[16:52] Magdalena oofed and yelped as she went forward, sprawling on his legs. She growled. Her form lifted and she turned to look at him, grabbed for the hand that had hit her and lifted it. Pulling, trying to dislocate it from the shoulder.
[16:54] Forge would fight back as best he could but the weakened state due to blood loss would finally be too much. His shoulder would dislocated with a pop...and his jaw would just drop as he stared at her-- a soundless scream.
[16:56] Magdalena murmurs softly, "Mmm. The smell of pain. Of hate. You haven't finished your purification. No talking while I'm working. " She admonished him for the earlier cry. She turned again and went back to work. "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee."
[16:56] Magdalena carved the words as she spoke them.
[16:57] Forge would kick up with the foot that wasn't being carved into. He was leaving a nice healthy stain of blood on the ground beneath him. He would breath heavily again as he started to shake-- his body going into a deeper shock
[16:59] Magdalena was sitting on his legs so when he kicked, all that happened was her blade slipped and she fell sideways. She turned with a snarl, and then stood for a moment, looked down at him. Her foot flashed out with suprising speed, aimed for his ankle.
[16:59] Myca Ling accepted your inventory offer.
[17:01] Marina Storaro accepted your inventory offer.
[17:01] Forge would move his leg quickly. Enough to keep his ankle from being broken though a nice hunk of the skin would be removed from it. He would try to bring the other leg-- as bloody and weak as it was around to the back of her knee.
[17:03] Magdalena hit the ground after he'd hooked her leg with his own. She cursed, having lost focus in revenge for the blow. She mutters, "Just punishment for the mistake." And then she's on him again, her foot driving at the soft part of his side.
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[17:05] Forge would feel one of those nasty toes break nto the side of his body- the skin would give and Forge took solice in the fact that Mag's boot would at least be blood stained.
[17:07] Magdalena kneels down, blade flashing. It didn't matter to her if it cut skin as she went. She removed his pants as she'd removed his top. Any undergarments were cut off as well until he was naked as the day he was born. She reached out, began to turn him over.
[17:08] Forge with all the blood loss he tried to keep himself from being turned over but well...he was simply too weak. He would look back over his shoulder and hiss "like the view, bitch.."
[17:11] Magdalena chuckled softly and ran her hands down his back. "You're an exemplary speciment. I'll let you live because of it." She leaned down and bit his shoulder, then she reached into her boot and pulled out a tiny little pouch.
[17:13] Forge didn't even flinch when she bit his shoulder. He was literally just lying still in a pool of his own blood. This entire body was taunt and tense-- his mucles flexing pulling and trying to retain any blood they could
[17:16] Magdalena pulled from her boot a slightly bigger knife, really, the number of blades she carried was extraordiary. She hefted the hilt and looked down at him appraisingly, then held her hand around the sheathed bladed and wedged it between his cheeks.
[17:17] Forge eyes would flash open as he would begin to utter "n...no..." His past began to shoot infront of his face. Images of his father-- Forge's body would squeeze down trying to keep the sheathed blade from his ass.
[17:21] Magdalena laid a hand at the curve of his spine and pushed harder, holding him still as best she could, "Hush now. Its almost over." She crooned to him, then gave another push of the blade, mercilessly and inexorably forcing it into his ass.
[17:24] Forge mouth just opened as his body froze. He didn't move as he was violated with the sheathed blade. His fingers would tighten roughly fingers trying to dig into the concrete His legs would shake and a single tear would hit the corner of his eye
[17:25] Magdalena chuckled softly, "Now, repeat after me. O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee" She intoned softly, pushing the blade back and forth as she did.
[17:28] Forge didn't answer. His mouth would just move wordlessly as another tear hit hte corner of his eye. He would clenched down his ass again and then thrust back. He regained himself for am oment "Is that the best you got?"
[17:29] Magdalena tsked softly, and thrust the blade down hard, Her lips at his ear. "Don't be a bitch. Say it and we'll be done." She never stopped moving the knife. Had noticed his distress. "O my God, I am Heartily sorry for having offended thee."
[17:30] Forge didn't respond. He would spit out into the water-- a hint of rust hitting the water. He would thrust upwards with his hips into the blade "fuck you-- there is no god."
[17:33] Magdalena gripped the sheath and pulled back, then with a wiggle of the blade, she pulled it off. Bare blade was between his cheeks, not cutting yet, but the unmistakable cool feel of the knife was distracting. "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee." She shook her head. "Say it and we're done. Or don't. "
[17:34] Forge would stare down at the ground "i am heartily sorry for having offended thee.." he would utter the words quietly purposefully leaving off the "o my god" part. He was still crying and shaking
[17:36] Magdalena seemed satisfied. She pulled hand and blade back and stood. "One session is not enough to purifiy a soul such as yours. Many will be necessary. " She grimaced at the dirty blade and flung it, throwing it into the waves with little care. She looked down at him. "We'll continue another time."
[17:38] Forge didn't move from his place on the ground He would look over at where he expected her to walk by before speaking slowly "I will..I will kill you someday. Someday, very soon." and with that he was out..or at least feigned being out
[17:40] Magdalena paused, "That day will come. I will die and my materials will be returned to the ground. That day is not today however. Today you learned a lesson. Pain and self are used to bring about transendence." And with that she turned, walked away.
[16:15] Forge is on the ground. Forge was soaking wet and bleeding from various places all over his body. He would groan and then slowly roll himself over looking at the hill with wide eyes
[16:16] Magdalena chuckled softly, her boots not hiding the edge of a bandage that peeked out near one knee. She didn't seem to care over much about the pain, though she kept her weight off it. She crouched beside him, and murmured softly. "Look what I caught."
[16:17] Forge looks over at her and his already pale faces seems to drop two or three more shades. He groans and shook his head slowly "...what the.." he coughs and spits up a bit of water "do you want?"
[16:21] Magdalena grins wider, though the only sign of said smile would be the crinkle of her eyes above the mask. "Hush. Save your strength." She was moving slowly, a charmed cobra ready to strike. She'd pulled a small black bladed knife from her boot, and hooked it in his shirt, then pulled back sharply.
[16:22] Forge froze when he felt the cool belt of her knife dice through his shirt. The sobbing wet material clung in clumps to his skin. He mutters and looks over at her "if you wanted to fuck me..you could have just asked.."
[16:25] Magdalena shrugs her shoulders. "I don't fuck anyone. Men are toys for breaking, not fucking. Women are too weak to play with." She opened his shirt with the finesse of a surgeon, and then pressed the tip down into his skin until blood welled up.
[16:26] Magdalena : &the tip of the blade
[16:27] Forge face didn't seem to register the pain, his blue eyes stared at her with a serious expression on his face "breaking huh? please-- someone like you wouldn't know the first thing about what that really means..." he would let his eyes bat playfully at her. Though his palms were sweating.
[16:29] Magdalena smiles again, and licks her lips. "I haven't decided yet, if I'll break you or not." She continued as if he hadn't spoken. But I will begin the purification process. Your body and your soul are tainted.
[16:30] Marina Storaro accepted your inventory offer.
[16:31] Forge chuckled at that and then looked down at the blade on his chest? his eyes would move to her face and he would lick his lips slowly "my soul is beyond tainted..."
[16:33] Magdalena oh so casually pulls her hand back and her fist slams into the side of his face with suprising strength, given her slight build. Then she said, ""We know that the Peripheral and Central nervous systems dictate how you experience pain. Now, Neural function, also accounts for body-Self. Pain and Self are thus intimately related through neurodynamics. Pain leads to Transcendence. To Epiphany. To Purity."
[16:35] Forge head shot to the side with a snap. He would rub his jaw and then slowly turn his attention back to her. His body was shaking a bit considering the number of untended wounds..and the knife in his chest "gibberish and rambling." He would then try to lash out with his right arm and seering pain would shoot through his body before he fell back against the dock
[16:37] Magdalena snorted and leaned back, before she continued her little speech. One she'd made a hundred times before. "You will be reborn, pure with your pain. I will help you reach this state. Thank me for my attentions and Time. I'm wasting them on you, but I will try. " She sliced the knife down, letting it dig into his skin, and when she was done, a word was carved on his chest. Trash.
[16:39] Forge would gasp a bit in pain again and look up at her coughing when she cut through his chest and wrote the word onto his skin. She cut across two still heeling gore marks on his chest. His eyes would lock upon her "Using me as a diary for your inner feelings" he would say as he looked down at the blood on his chest reading upside down
[16:41] Magdalena chuckled softly, let him Ramble. She wasn't even paying attention. She kept carving into his chest, words bleeding, obscuring the ones beneath them. Worthless. Scab. Purified. Pain. Epiphany.
[16:42] Forge was shaking in pain. His eyes would roll back into his head for a moment until eventually he could no longer feel the assault-- his nerves fried. He would reach for the heel of her boot with his bad arm and try to tug upon it.
[16:44] Magdalena watched his fingers wrap around her boot heel and she tsked softly. She stretched out as he pulled, then when the angle was right, she snapped the toe of the foot he held towards his ribs.
[16:44] Forge felt a crunch and his body would cringe in. His shoulder coming down as he tried desperately to keep from screaming out for her. He would hiss through closed teeth and then stare at her with a mask of serenity..
[16:46] Magdalena watched the pain dance across his face as he got himself under control, then she lifted, crawled up so that her thighs were spread, braced on either side of his knees. She sat, facing his feet.
[16:47] Forge would try to bring himself up propping himself with his good arm. His legs had two nasty marks one on the inner and the other on the outer thigh. He would breath deeply and just burn in an image of the back of her head
[16:49] Magdalena reached over and grabbed one bare foot, bending forward, holding his legs pinned with her body. She swirled the point of her blade over the bottom of his foot then began to cut again. Words. The beginning of the Act of Contrition.
[16:50] Forge would scream out in pain and then bring that good arm around looking to smash her in the back of the skull with his fist. His eyes would flare in pains as he dark blade went through some of the most sensative flesh on the body
[16:52] Magdalena oofed and yelped as she went forward, sprawling on his legs. She growled. Her form lifted and she turned to look at him, grabbed for the hand that had hit her and lifted it. Pulling, trying to dislocate it from the shoulder.
[16:54] Forge would fight back as best he could but the weakened state due to blood loss would finally be too much. His shoulder would dislocated with a pop...and his jaw would just drop as he stared at her-- a soundless scream.
[16:56] Magdalena murmurs softly, "Mmm. The smell of pain. Of hate. You haven't finished your purification. No talking while I'm working. " She admonished him for the earlier cry. She turned again and went back to work. "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee."
[16:56] Magdalena carved the words as she spoke them.
[16:57] Forge would kick up with the foot that wasn't being carved into. He was leaving a nice healthy stain of blood on the ground beneath him. He would breath heavily again as he started to shake-- his body going into a deeper shock
[16:59] Magdalena was sitting on his legs so when he kicked, all that happened was her blade slipped and she fell sideways. She turned with a snarl, and then stood for a moment, looked down at him. Her foot flashed out with suprising speed, aimed for his ankle.
[16:59] Myca Ling accepted your inventory offer.
[17:01] Marina Storaro accepted your inventory offer.
[17:01] Forge would move his leg quickly. Enough to keep his ankle from being broken though a nice hunk of the skin would be removed from it. He would try to bring the other leg-- as bloody and weak as it was around to the back of her knee.
[17:03] Magdalena hit the ground after he'd hooked her leg with his own. She cursed, having lost focus in revenge for the blow. She mutters, "Just punishment for the mistake." And then she's on him again, her foot driving at the soft part of his side.
[17:04] Odina Darkstone is Offline
[17:05] Forge would feel one of those nasty toes break nto the side of his body- the skin would give and Forge took solice in the fact that Mag's boot would at least be blood stained.
[17:07] Magdalena kneels down, blade flashing. It didn't matter to her if it cut skin as she went. She removed his pants as she'd removed his top. Any undergarments were cut off as well until he was naked as the day he was born. She reached out, began to turn him over.
[17:08] Forge with all the blood loss he tried to keep himself from being turned over but well...he was simply too weak. He would look back over his shoulder and hiss "like the view, bitch.."
[17:11] Magdalena chuckled softly and ran her hands down his back. "You're an exemplary speciment. I'll let you live because of it." She leaned down and bit his shoulder, then she reached into her boot and pulled out a tiny little pouch.
[17:13] Forge didn't even flinch when she bit his shoulder. He was literally just lying still in a pool of his own blood. This entire body was taunt and tense-- his mucles flexing pulling and trying to retain any blood they could
[17:16] Magdalena pulled from her boot a slightly bigger knife, really, the number of blades she carried was extraordiary. She hefted the hilt and looked down at him appraisingly, then held her hand around the sheathed bladed and wedged it between his cheeks.
[17:17] Forge eyes would flash open as he would begin to utter "n...no..." His past began to shoot infront of his face. Images of his father-- Forge's body would squeeze down trying to keep the sheathed blade from his ass.
[17:21] Magdalena laid a hand at the curve of his spine and pushed harder, holding him still as best she could, "Hush now. Its almost over." She crooned to him, then gave another push of the blade, mercilessly and inexorably forcing it into his ass.
[17:24] Forge mouth just opened as his body froze. He didn't move as he was violated with the sheathed blade. His fingers would tighten roughly fingers trying to dig into the concrete His legs would shake and a single tear would hit the corner of his eye
[17:25] Magdalena chuckled softly, "Now, repeat after me. O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee" She intoned softly, pushing the blade back and forth as she did.
[17:28] Forge didn't answer. His mouth would just move wordlessly as another tear hit hte corner of his eye. He would clenched down his ass again and then thrust back. He regained himself for am oment "Is that the best you got?"
[17:29] Magdalena tsked softly, and thrust the blade down hard, Her lips at his ear. "Don't be a bitch. Say it and we'll be done." She never stopped moving the knife. Had noticed his distress. "O my God, I am Heartily sorry for having offended thee."
[17:30] Forge didn't respond. He would spit out into the water-- a hint of rust hitting the water. He would thrust upwards with his hips into the blade "fuck you-- there is no god."
[17:33] Magdalena gripped the sheath and pulled back, then with a wiggle of the blade, she pulled it off. Bare blade was between his cheeks, not cutting yet, but the unmistakable cool feel of the knife was distracting. "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee." She shook her head. "Say it and we're done. Or don't. "
[17:34] Forge would stare down at the ground "i am heartily sorry for having offended thee.." he would utter the words quietly purposefully leaving off the "o my god" part. He was still crying and shaking
[17:36] Magdalena seemed satisfied. She pulled hand and blade back and stood. "One session is not enough to purifiy a soul such as yours. Many will be necessary. " She grimaced at the dirty blade and flung it, throwing it into the waves with little care. She looked down at him. "We'll continue another time."
[17:38] Forge didn't move from his place on the ground He would look over at where he expected her to walk by before speaking slowly "I will..I will kill you someday. Someday, very soon." and with that he was out..or at least feigned being out
[17:40] Magdalena paused, "That day will come. I will die and my materials will be returned to the ground. That day is not today however. Today you learned a lesson. Pain and self are used to bring about transendence." And with that she turned, walked away.
