Post by LILLIAN PEYTON HASTINGS on Oct 24, 2014 13:23:14 GMT -5
Lillian P. Hastings,
twenty | hetero | technically taken | waitress | criminal | dianna agron
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you're seated with your hands twisted behind your back, wrapped in a coil of coarse rope, your legs are attached to the chair's front pillars and you wince as the forced sleep begins to fade. your body aches but you are hypersensitive to everything, including the pain in the back of your head. your eyes squeeze tighter, your teeth grind together as you begin your blind struggle. she wished she could remember how she'd gotten here, or at least the handful of moments that occurred before her capture, but she couldn't really piece anything together. there were holes pierced all throughout her memory, only allowing her to catch small segments of the night before. the blonde could remember felix dragging her off to this abandoned warehouse for some party that she didn't want to attend. to be honest, she hated going to these gang rallies, but what choice did she have when she was dating the head of it all? wasn't like it took her all that long to slip back into old habits either. admittedly, lily was doing her very best to get herself clean, but it wasn't that easy a task when there were parties every night and suddenly one drink turned to two and two turned to four and so on. then eventually she would smoke a little bit of this or that. whatever people handed to her because she lost all sense of judgment once she reached a certain level of intoxication. of course she was regretting her decision to let her better judgment slip away from her last night because now she was tethered to a chair. the blonde pulled at her restraints but nearly yelped when the coarse rope bit into her tender flesh. pain wasn't unfamiliar to her, but her body was sore and her head was also throbbing. she wanted to touch the back of her head, just to feel what kind of damage had been done, but her arms still wouldn't break lose from their restraints and that's when the panic really started to set in. scraping your bottom against the chair, trying to rock it, making the most futile attempts to break the knots from your indented skin. you think back at that moment to what led you to this moment, this place, this very chair at this very time and you panic with each flashback that occurs. lily began to rock back and forth on the chair, struggling to get it to tip far enough back that it would fall and splinter underneath her so she could find a way out. usually she was pretty good at running away. it was a talent of hers. her legs were swift and agile, removing her from particularly sticky situations, but they could never carry her far enough away. once she reached a certain point, something always brought her right back to the beginning. the blonde had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming out in frustration. she hoped that felix was awake and that he was out looking for her, because this situation was becoming more and more hopeless by the second. her wrists were starting to be rubbed raw against the ropes but they still weren't loosening up. at least parts of last night were coming back to her now. felix wanted her to go out to the van to grab more beers for the party. why he would ever send her to carry in cases of beer when she could hardly stand up straight was beyond her, but lily didn't typically make a habit of objecting to his requests. just a few more months and then she should have enough money to leave him in the dust behind her. all she needed to do was to play pretend for a little while longer and then she could leave... unless he got her killed first. lillian wasn't too sure where this particular instance was going to leave her, but the men who grabbed her last night were pretty hostile. they didn't even give her a chance to fight for her freedom. just hit her over the head with something hard and then there was nothing. steps are heard and you pick your head up, even though your vision is blocked. you can't see anything but you can smell the strong cologne and you hear the steps growing louder heading right for you. the blindfold is torn away with no regard to your physical pain but you can see now and you don't know where you are but you try and get a good look around. footsteps rattled off the walls and made her heart stop in her chest. her body reacted immediately, tensing all her muscles and sticking out her chest, attempting to make her look stronger than she truly was. to be honest, it was almost comical considering the fact that she was the one tied to the chair. she wouldn't be doing any kind of damage to anyone when her hands and legs were temporarily useless. still, she kept her back straight and her head held high when the strong, ominous presence of a man hovered over her. the obnoxious scent of his cologne filled her nostrils and irritated her throbbing head. he stopped just short of being on top of her and for a minute nothing happened. all she could hear was the even sound of his breath mixing with her more labored ones. perhaps she should be squirming uncomfortably beneath him, but lily always had a knack for coming off as much stronger than she felt. it felt like they were having a showdown, seeing who would break first under the pressure, but then suddenly he was ripping the fabric from her eyes and the white light of the room flooded her eyes, temporarily blinding her. lily shook her head but that didn't really help anything. it felt like her head was going to explode, but she forced herself to look around the room before connecting her gaze with that of the man's standing in front of her. they appeared to be in another dingy warehouse. a thin layer of dust and dirt covered every inch of the place, even the scrappy man standing in front of her. he looked like someone felix would have a problem with. perhaps he was a rival from another gang or an unhappy customer. either way, he was about five times her size and there was no way she could outrun him. all she could do now was hope that the cavalry was out looking for her now. "guess you want some water or an aspirin?" when he opened his mouth and spoke to her, she clenched her jaw like just the sound of his voice was offensive to her. his tone was menacingly charming, matching that dangerous flare in his eyes. he looked like he was about to enjoy whatever he had in store for her, and that frightened her. still, she held her shoulders back and her head up high, staring him straight in the face. "i wouldn't take it even if i thought you actually had the intention to give it to me." her own voice was cold, but she knew that the odds of her instilling any kind of fear within this man were nonexistent. still, lily wasn't a woman who could just stick her tail between her legs and submit. living with her boyfriend and his group of thugs had given her a harder exterior and a stronger spirit to break. which... maybe wasn't such a good thing in this instance. "we will get to that later, for now, we are going to talk about you.your head keeps pounding and your struggles have no fully died away and so, the man puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze that makes pain echo through every joint, muscle and ligament in your arm "stop." his voice holds a warning, a threat and you do stop - for now. "so tell me the bare minimum about you." "oh, are we?" the blonde scoffed, nearly rolled her eyes too, but stopped short when a strong hand came down a little too hard on her delicate shoulder. she could make herself look as big as she wanted, but that didn't change the fact that she was about as fragile as a piece of glass. his fingers tightened his grip, making her flinch as the pain traveled all down her arm and extended across her back. regardless of the pain, she struggled against his hold, trying to free her shoulder from his grasp. this made him clutch tighter, probably bruising the skin underneath his fingers. what stopped her, however, was the dead calm of his voice. it chilled her straight to the bone and got her to to stop moving almost immediately. "what happens if i don't cooperate?" lily didn't know what he was going to do with the information she give him. she didn't know if he was going to somehow use it against her... though it probably wouldn't matter considering he would probably just kill her if she didn't give him anything at all. his hand gripped at her shoulder so tightly that she feared he was going to shatter the bone if he so much as twitched his fingers around her skin a little more. "fuck!" she hissed through her teeth, winching underneath the pain and pressure of his hand. "fine! i'll... i'll tell you." he didn't appear to be completely convinced, but his hand did loosen its hold a little bit. "my name is lillian hastings. i'm twenty years old and i... i'm a waitress at a diner. does that cover the minimum details?" it probably would have been in her best interest to lose the attitude, but she could hardly help herself. when you lived with the kind of men that she did, you had to assert yourself or else they would walk all over you. he shakes his head at you, releases your shoulder and takes three steps backward, tapping his finger. "too much information. does it really look like a fucking care about your birthday?" you are confused as he wanted to know about you and that seemed like a crucial detail. "moving on. are you a good boy/girl? cause obviously you pissed someone off - know anyone who could have put you in that chair?" she breathed a small sigh of relief when the tension and pain fled from her shoulder, leaving a dull ache in the wake of his fingers. "hmm, none of that rings a bell to me but who knows? he laughs at your pain and maybe you feel something rising up along side of the fear, a small flicker of fire burns in your eyes but he's quick to knock it away and he pops a hand across your cheek. "don't start being defiant now...unless that's who you are. tell me a little about who you are...inside." character's personality seen through their own eyes.you're in distress now and you realize how bad of a situation you are in. adding the pain in your cheek which is also imbedding into your teeth and gums as well, you sigh and decide maybe being rebellious isn't a good idea. "would others agree with you? would they say you are all those things or do you fake it until you make it in life?" how your character portrays him/herself to others.you are getting worked up, he's riling you up and you know it but you can't help but feel a little confused by everything that is happening. "have they always been there for you, your entire life been around these people or does your story branch off somewhere?" character's history.you get another hit to the face, this time directly to your lip and the skin splits, leaving a small trail of blood that you cannot lick or wipe away. you don't understand what you did wrong. "too fucking boring. so any lovers involved in this history or your future?" you flinch as he comes closer to you. "you are quite a beautiful/handsome girl/boy. surely you are not on the market.." your character and their love life."bet you are really curious about this all..." he is taunting you again but you keep the anger down, you just nod because you can't deny how curious you are about why you are even in this chair, in this place. "well that's all the time we have now, let's get someone else in here...what was her/his name that you mentioned before? your eyes widen as you realize a beloved person was here also, somewhere nearby and would be put into the same situation as you. the fight begins but is quickly lost as a prick to your neck makes your eyes grow heavy and you drift off into a forced sleep. your character's reaction when knowing that someone they care about is about to be put into the same chair as there - their fight, their words, their final thoughts. |
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