Post by Yabvi on May 6, 2016 1:42:03 GMT
I'mma re-post Felicia's story here with a new part.
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{Part 1 - The Introduction}The dingy streets of Scarlet City covered with crime, so much crime the city was more infamous than Glasgow for murder in the western world. A young Felicia Trop let out a howl of pain as a knife cuts its way across her forearm. She grabbed the man's wrist as fast as he could, her hand flaring up and melting its way through. He cried a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers of delight through Felicia's body. After the man had dropped to the ground, she laughed, picking up his knife she kneeled down and brought her face to the man's face. "Huh, all talk but no bite? Pitiful." She ran the knife into his skull.
She tore off a large section of the man's clothing, wrapping it around her fresh wound she hissed. It stung. During this process, she had failed to notice a young man had entered the alleyway. "Ah-hem!" He cleared his throat, causing Felicia to jump up and brandish a knife. The young man held up his hands, "I don't want any trouble here Miss." He leaned to the right; eyebrow raised, "Did you kill him?"
"Yeah, so what?" She barked, eye's darting around wildly. The young man grinned, "Well, he was my latest client, and you've just killed him." He frowned a frown that didn't match the twinkle in his eyes.
"So? He was in my way." The man smirked at her response, a chuckle escaping his lips. "What's so funny?!" Flames began to flick off her body, her eyes flaring up.
"Oh, nothing, so Miss, what's your name?" Even though he had seen the flames come from her body he didn't react, his face and posture were utterly calm.
She felt compelled to say, "Felicia." After she had said it, she almost wanted to bite her tongue off. The man came closer, this time giving off an aura that made Felicia lower her guard and weapon. As he got closer, she noticed how handsome he was; He was tall, standing at 6ft 4 inches with a broad frame that made him look intimidating. His chiseled face showed no scars, no blemishes, nothing at all. Dark shades covered his eyes; which seemed highly inconvenient since it was the middle of the night. "And yours?" She asked, her voice shaky.
He was close now, his face hovering a few inches above hers. "Mine? It's Damian. Damian Kyrs. It's a pleasure to meet you, Felicia." His hand brushed against her filthy cheek, moving hairs out of the way as he went. "You're terribly dirty, a shame to mask that beauty behind a dirty mask." He brought his face closer to hers; his breath was refreshingly sweet. "Not to mention the fact you look like you haven't slept in days."
Felicia felt weak; her knee's had weakened; her guard had shattered, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out her chest. His hand caressed her face, a sly smile appearing on his lips. "You look like you need to sleep." And with his final words, Felicia felt her body crumple.
When she woke up, she found herself surrounded by hot, soapy water. Her right leg lifted up, a young woman in an elegant silk dress was gently scrubbing Felicia's leg. Immediately, Felicia pulled her leg back, retreating to the back of the bath. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" She barked, looking like a vicious animal trapped in a cage.
"My name is Trisha; I'm an acquaintance of Damian's. Currently, you're in Damian's apartment." Trisha introduced herself, her voice as elegant as her dress. Felicia stared at the hauntingly beautiful woman. Her skin was almost porcelain, her eyes large and blue. Her long ginger hair fell past her hips. "Now, let me clean you, you're filthy." Her nose crumpled up, her hand dipping into the water and lifting her leg out. Gently she resumed her scrubbing, looking elegant while doing a job that'd be considered a peasant's job, and this woman was certainly not a peasant. The room was mostly quiet, the only noise being classical music coming from a room far away. "Where's Damian and how did I get here?" Felicia was curious and slightly worried. "Ah, he's in the other room, he carried you here after you passed out. Rather cute I'd say, you looked peaceful while you slept." Felicia almost jumped for her throat, but she considered her position in this situation, even though this woman didn't look like she'd be able to kill someone, Felicia was more scared of how peaceful she was. The woman gently lowered Felicia's leg into the bath tub. "You're clean, I suggest you dry yourself off and meet me in the next room; I'll get some clothes on you then." With that she left, her long silk dress trailing across the gleaming white tiles.
Felicia pushed open the door, a towel wrapped around her breasts, ending midway down her thigh. Trisha smiled as Felicia entered, "Take your pick of dresses, my dear." Trisha signaled to the bed, four dresses all laid out, along with underwear. The first one was a silk chiffon dress, decorated with floral patterns. The second one was a long black silk dress gown, sleeveless with a long v-neck that barely showed her breasts. The third one was a black lace dress, sleeveless with an A-line. The fourth one was a cherry red polka-dot fountain dress with a white bow around its waist. She picked the silk dress gown. Trisha smiled, clapping, "Ah, that's one of my favorites. Well, you get dressed now, I'll be in the living room with Damian." Trisha glided across the bedroom, not literally, but she seemed to drift, her movements so elegant it was almost ghost-like. Felicia slipped on the underwear and then her dress. The silk dress felt comfortable; she'd never felt like this before in a dress. Felicia walked over to the ornate body mirror. Felicia was taken aback by how beautiful she was, her body was clean, her hair, even though she hadn't brushed it, looked curly and fine. After five minutes of examining herself, she heard Damian's voice call her from the other room, "Felicia? You okay in there?" She walked over to the door; her bare feet felt comfortable on the carpet.
Pushing open the door, she stared wide-eyed at the room that lay before her. The north wall housed a massive glass window, almost as big as the wall. The window stretched around to the eastern wall, ending just enough inches before it met the south wall to fit in an elevator. A few steps in front of her there was a depression in the floor, where a lounge like area lived. The western wall contained a corridor that led off somewhere else. A spiral staircase sat in the top right corner. Damian sat on one of the white leather couches, throwing his head back he grinned seductively at Felicia, "Doesn't someone look gorgeous."
She tore off a large section of the man's clothing, wrapping it around her fresh wound she hissed. It stung. During this process, she had failed to notice a young man had entered the alleyway. "Ah-hem!" He cleared his throat, causing Felicia to jump up and brandish a knife. The young man held up his hands, "I don't want any trouble here Miss." He leaned to the right; eyebrow raised, "Did you kill him?"
"Yeah, so what?" She barked, eye's darting around wildly. The young man grinned, "Well, he was my latest client, and you've just killed him." He frowned a frown that didn't match the twinkle in his eyes.
"So? He was in my way." The man smirked at her response, a chuckle escaping his lips. "What's so funny?!" Flames began to flick off her body, her eyes flaring up.
"Oh, nothing, so Miss, what's your name?" Even though he had seen the flames come from her body he didn't react, his face and posture were utterly calm.
She felt compelled to say, "Felicia." After she had said it, she almost wanted to bite her tongue off. The man came closer, this time giving off an aura that made Felicia lower her guard and weapon. As he got closer, she noticed how handsome he was; He was tall, standing at 6ft 4 inches with a broad frame that made him look intimidating. His chiseled face showed no scars, no blemishes, nothing at all. Dark shades covered his eyes; which seemed highly inconvenient since it was the middle of the night. "And yours?" She asked, her voice shaky.
He was close now, his face hovering a few inches above hers. "Mine? It's Damian. Damian Kyrs. It's a pleasure to meet you, Felicia." His hand brushed against her filthy cheek, moving hairs out of the way as he went. "You're terribly dirty, a shame to mask that beauty behind a dirty mask." He brought his face closer to hers; his breath was refreshingly sweet. "Not to mention the fact you look like you haven't slept in days."
Felicia felt weak; her knee's had weakened; her guard had shattered, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out her chest. His hand caressed her face, a sly smile appearing on his lips. "You look like you need to sleep." And with his final words, Felicia felt her body crumple.
When she woke up, she found herself surrounded by hot, soapy water. Her right leg lifted up, a young woman in an elegant silk dress was gently scrubbing Felicia's leg. Immediately, Felicia pulled her leg back, retreating to the back of the bath. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" She barked, looking like a vicious animal trapped in a cage.
"My name is Trisha; I'm an acquaintance of Damian's. Currently, you're in Damian's apartment." Trisha introduced herself, her voice as elegant as her dress. Felicia stared at the hauntingly beautiful woman. Her skin was almost porcelain, her eyes large and blue. Her long ginger hair fell past her hips. "Now, let me clean you, you're filthy." Her nose crumpled up, her hand dipping into the water and lifting her leg out. Gently she resumed her scrubbing, looking elegant while doing a job that'd be considered a peasant's job, and this woman was certainly not a peasant. The room was mostly quiet, the only noise being classical music coming from a room far away. "Where's Damian and how did I get here?" Felicia was curious and slightly worried. "Ah, he's in the other room, he carried you here after you passed out. Rather cute I'd say, you looked peaceful while you slept." Felicia almost jumped for her throat, but she considered her position in this situation, even though this woman didn't look like she'd be able to kill someone, Felicia was more scared of how peaceful she was. The woman gently lowered Felicia's leg into the bath tub. "You're clean, I suggest you dry yourself off and meet me in the next room; I'll get some clothes on you then." With that she left, her long silk dress trailing across the gleaming white tiles.
Felicia pushed open the door, a towel wrapped around her breasts, ending midway down her thigh. Trisha smiled as Felicia entered, "Take your pick of dresses, my dear." Trisha signaled to the bed, four dresses all laid out, along with underwear. The first one was a silk chiffon dress, decorated with floral patterns. The second one was a long black silk dress gown, sleeveless with a long v-neck that barely showed her breasts. The third one was a black lace dress, sleeveless with an A-line. The fourth one was a cherry red polka-dot fountain dress with a white bow around its waist. She picked the silk dress gown. Trisha smiled, clapping, "Ah, that's one of my favorites. Well, you get dressed now, I'll be in the living room with Damian." Trisha glided across the bedroom, not literally, but she seemed to drift, her movements so elegant it was almost ghost-like. Felicia slipped on the underwear and then her dress. The silk dress felt comfortable; she'd never felt like this before in a dress. Felicia walked over to the ornate body mirror. Felicia was taken aback by how beautiful she was, her body was clean, her hair, even though she hadn't brushed it, looked curly and fine. After five minutes of examining herself, she heard Damian's voice call her from the other room, "Felicia? You okay in there?" She walked over to the door; her bare feet felt comfortable on the carpet.
Pushing open the door, she stared wide-eyed at the room that lay before her. The north wall housed a massive glass window, almost as big as the wall. The window stretched around to the eastern wall, ending just enough inches before it met the south wall to fit in an elevator. A few steps in front of her there was a depression in the floor, where a lounge like area lived. The western wall contained a corridor that led off somewhere else. A spiral staircase sat in the top right corner. Damian sat on one of the white leather couches, throwing his head back he grinned seductively at Felicia, "Doesn't someone look gorgeous."
{Part - 2 Chitchat}Felicia blushed brightly, turning her head to the side. "Oh, don't hide your face dear. Sit with us." He called over, patting the seat beside him. She moved over beside him. Felicia was shy, nervous, feelings she shouldn't be feeling, but she was. Damian's arm flung itself around her shoulder, pulling her close, "So, Felicia, tell me, do you have a family?" Her heart skipped a beat; she looked away again, staring into the corridor, "Yeah. My parents and a little sister." Damian's interest was peaked, a smile spreading across his face, "Oh, do tell me more about them." His hand gently grasped Felicia's chin, pulling her face to meet his, "Please?" He asked her, giving her puppy-dog eyes. She gulped, "Well, My little sister is only five years old, and my parents are forty years old. We lived in a small town called Woodslittle." Damian leaned in closer, "How did you end up in Scarlet City? Not many people like to come to this hellhole of a city." His fingers brushed against her cheek again, "Well, I burned things, people, tortured them. My town threw me out, I ran, traveled for a year. Eventually, I found myself in Scarlet City." Her voice was flat and monotone. "Oh, we can't have that anymore, can we?" His eyes glanced over to Trisha.
"No, no, no, no burning people here."
Felicia almost jumped out of her skin, how could she have not noticed Trisha was there? She could've sworn Trisha wasn't in the room when she entered, but there she was, sitting down on the opposing sofa. Her white silk dress glimmered, her entire form was the definition of beautiful. There was an extended period of silence; the classical music had died as soon as Felicia entered the room, "So, why did you bring me here?" She finally decided to ask the question that had been in the back of mind for the duration of the silence, "Ah, you finally ask, well, you killed a client of mine, and I can't have that." His voice soothing, carrying with it a hint of dangerous intent. "So, I will act later, but first," He stood up, straightening the tuxedo he had been wearing, "We have to have dinner, don't we?" He looked over to Trisha; She replied with a smile, "Oh, of course, I nearly forgot, come on now Felicia." She cocked a finger at her, Felicia getting up from where she was sitting almost immediately.
Felicia was feeling a barbiturate of emotions; uneasy, scared, confused, even though Damian said that she was here because she had murdered a client of his, she didn't know why he hadn't punished her yet, why he hadn't killed her. And what was Damian's job? He had such a lavish lifestyle; drug dealer? Pimp? Thief? Political figure? She couldn't tell, Damian's entire attitude fit all of them. Damian was an enigma, so was Trisha. Trisha had the gracefulness of a swan, the beauty that rivaled Marlyn Monroe, or any other beautiful women to exist. Her blue eyes looked like the sea, so deep and full of mystery. Felicia trailed behind Damian, his arm holding hers, like a parent leading their child through a crowd of people. She investigated the corridor; occasionally paintings hung from the walls, artwork that could date back as far as the 16th century, some of them of Damian. "I see you like those paintings; Damian had them done for him a year or two back. I do love them myself." Trisha silently walked behind them, her voice like silk, "Who painted them?" Felicia asked. "I did, they took me a while to capture Damian's nature, his face, his handsomeness." Her voice trailed off, "Oh Trisha, you flatter me dearly; I'm not that handsome."
"No, you are." The words had left Felicia's mouth before she had even realized it, Damian turned his head, smiling slyly at Felicia. "I didn't know you were that taken with me, dear." His voice pulled at her heart, making her blush. Even though they hadn't been walking for long, it felt like years to Felicia. Damian let go of Felicia's hand, "Ah, just through this door." Felicia finally took in her surroundings; they were in a long corridor, and a big one at that, to her right and left were corridors that lead off to somewhere. And in front of her was a massive, wooden, ornate, door. "Felicia, I have guests in there, I want you to go in first and introduce yourself to them. Trisha and I have to check on the food, can't have bad food served to our guests, can we?"
"Of course not, that would be rude, and incredibly disgusting." She sounded disgusted. Trisha slipped past Felicia, going down the right corridor. Damian turned around to her, petting her on the head before turning and disappearing down the right hallway. Felicia gulped, her hands shaking as she opened the doors.
Felicia gasped at the sight of the room. The room was huge, big enough to fit a long varnished oak table and have enough space for people to move around freely. Her eyes widened at the intricate oak throne at each end of the table. The table's cutlery was clean, gleaming with polish. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting the entire room. The long red cloth that went from the top end of the table to the bottom with frills. The whole room felt ancient, like something out of the Victorian era. Laughter and chatter filled her ears before dying almost immediately. The eight people inhabiting the room stared at her. "Eh, um, Hello?" Her voice was mouse-like, her face red, Felicia cast her eyes down to the floor beneath her. A man stood up from his chair, walking over to her with a look that wasn't pleasant.
"Hello, Miss, and who are you?" He leaned down, considering he was much taller than herself and Damian, "Uhm, My name is ... Felicia" She said louder, filling the entire room. She felt his hand grab her chin roughly, pulling her face up to meet hers, "Look at me when you talk Miss, it's rude not to." Felicia tried to pull her face away from his but his grip was too firm, she began to boil with rage, just as she was about to pull away she heard a teenagers voice speak up, "Oh Kyle leave her alone, the poor girl isn't some toy for you to play with." Kyle pulled away, chuckling as he did, "Oh I was seeing how she'd react, I have no interest in one such as her." He turned away and returned to his chair. The teenager called over to her, "Come here." Felicia's eyes turned to the voice, a young man in a white tuxedo sat on the chair opposing Kyle's.
Felicia moved over, feeling uncomfortable as many eyes were watching her, whispers exchanged between them. She stood beside him, dwarfing him, "So, you said your name is Felicia?" the teenager asked, his voice cold and hard. She nodded, "Ah, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Chris."
"No, no, no, no burning people here."
Felicia almost jumped out of her skin, how could she have not noticed Trisha was there? She could've sworn Trisha wasn't in the room when she entered, but there she was, sitting down on the opposing sofa. Her white silk dress glimmered, her entire form was the definition of beautiful. There was an extended period of silence; the classical music had died as soon as Felicia entered the room, "So, why did you bring me here?" She finally decided to ask the question that had been in the back of mind for the duration of the silence, "Ah, you finally ask, well, you killed a client of mine, and I can't have that." His voice soothing, carrying with it a hint of dangerous intent. "So, I will act later, but first," He stood up, straightening the tuxedo he had been wearing, "We have to have dinner, don't we?" He looked over to Trisha; She replied with a smile, "Oh, of course, I nearly forgot, come on now Felicia." She cocked a finger at her, Felicia getting up from where she was sitting almost immediately.
Felicia was feeling a barbiturate of emotions; uneasy, scared, confused, even though Damian said that she was here because she had murdered a client of his, she didn't know why he hadn't punished her yet, why he hadn't killed her. And what was Damian's job? He had such a lavish lifestyle; drug dealer? Pimp? Thief? Political figure? She couldn't tell, Damian's entire attitude fit all of them. Damian was an enigma, so was Trisha. Trisha had the gracefulness of a swan, the beauty that rivaled Marlyn Monroe, or any other beautiful women to exist. Her blue eyes looked like the sea, so deep and full of mystery. Felicia trailed behind Damian, his arm holding hers, like a parent leading their child through a crowd of people. She investigated the corridor; occasionally paintings hung from the walls, artwork that could date back as far as the 16th century, some of them of Damian. "I see you like those paintings; Damian had them done for him a year or two back. I do love them myself." Trisha silently walked behind them, her voice like silk, "Who painted them?" Felicia asked. "I did, they took me a while to capture Damian's nature, his face, his handsomeness." Her voice trailed off, "Oh Trisha, you flatter me dearly; I'm not that handsome."
"No, you are." The words had left Felicia's mouth before she had even realized it, Damian turned his head, smiling slyly at Felicia. "I didn't know you were that taken with me, dear." His voice pulled at her heart, making her blush. Even though they hadn't been walking for long, it felt like years to Felicia. Damian let go of Felicia's hand, "Ah, just through this door." Felicia finally took in her surroundings; they were in a long corridor, and a big one at that, to her right and left were corridors that lead off to somewhere. And in front of her was a massive, wooden, ornate, door. "Felicia, I have guests in there, I want you to go in first and introduce yourself to them. Trisha and I have to check on the food, can't have bad food served to our guests, can we?"
"Of course not, that would be rude, and incredibly disgusting." She sounded disgusted. Trisha slipped past Felicia, going down the right corridor. Damian turned around to her, petting her on the head before turning and disappearing down the right hallway. Felicia gulped, her hands shaking as she opened the doors.
Felicia gasped at the sight of the room. The room was huge, big enough to fit a long varnished oak table and have enough space for people to move around freely. Her eyes widened at the intricate oak throne at each end of the table. The table's cutlery was clean, gleaming with polish. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting the entire room. The long red cloth that went from the top end of the table to the bottom with frills. The whole room felt ancient, like something out of the Victorian era. Laughter and chatter filled her ears before dying almost immediately. The eight people inhabiting the room stared at her. "Eh, um, Hello?" Her voice was mouse-like, her face red, Felicia cast her eyes down to the floor beneath her. A man stood up from his chair, walking over to her with a look that wasn't pleasant.
"Hello, Miss, and who are you?" He leaned down, considering he was much taller than herself and Damian, "Uhm, My name is ... Felicia" She said louder, filling the entire room. She felt his hand grab her chin roughly, pulling her face up to meet hers, "Look at me when you talk Miss, it's rude not to." Felicia tried to pull her face away from his but his grip was too firm, she began to boil with rage, just as she was about to pull away she heard a teenagers voice speak up, "Oh Kyle leave her alone, the poor girl isn't some toy for you to play with." Kyle pulled away, chuckling as he did, "Oh I was seeing how she'd react, I have no interest in one such as her." He turned away and returned to his chair. The teenager called over to her, "Come here." Felicia's eyes turned to the voice, a young man in a white tuxedo sat on the chair opposing Kyle's.
Felicia moved over, feeling uncomfortable as many eyes were watching her, whispers exchanged between them. She stood beside him, dwarfing him, "So, you said your name is Felicia?" the teenager asked, his voice cold and hard. She nodded, "Ah, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Chris."
{Part 3 - Dinner time}He held his hand out; She met his eyes when they shook hands; his eyes filled with glee. His handshake was firm. Felicia let go, looking around at the other inhabitants of the room. Sitting beside Kyle, she noticed a young woman in a turquoise sheath dress, in deep conversation with an older male wearing a black suit and tie. A bubbly young teenage girl was in ecstatic, fast conversation with another girl who looked to be on the opposite end of the spectrum of this girl, both of them sat on the other side of Kyle. The bubbly girl wore a lavish pink cocktail dress while the depressed looking girl wore a black, sleeveless maxi dress. The bubbly one had her brown hair tied up in a dutch bun while the depressed one had her blonde hair let down. The last guest she spotted was a man who looked the same, wearing the same suit as Kyle but with glasses, identical twins? His head cast downward, staring at his lap intently. The chair beside him was empty, probably where Felicia would be sitting. "Chris, I see you're becoming best friends with our new guest aren't you?" Damian's voice boomed through the room causing everyone to look directly at him, "My dear guests, I hope everyone is comfortable, are we?" Everyone replied in a murmur of yes's, "Ah, that's good. Food will arrive soon." With that Damian moved over to the ornate wooden throne and sat down, signaling Felicia to take the seat diagonally across from him, beside the Kyle look-a-like. She walked over, sitting down on the seat which had a nicely decorated pillow on it.
Everyone sat in silence for a few moments. The door behind her opened up, Trisha walked in, pushing a large serving trolley with plates of food stacked onto the serving trolley. Trisha placed the plates in front of everyone before pushing it out, returning a moment later and taking the other ornate throne. Before anyone could dig in Damian cleared his throat, tapping his glass of wine with a fork, "Guests, Please, let us all introduce ourselves to Felicia." Everyone looked at her.
The first one to talk was the bubbly girl. She was chubby and short. Her eyes a light blue. "Hello! My name's Kathryn; I'm 23." She smiled happily.
The next one to talk was the older gentlemen; his beard short and gray. His hair crew cut. He didn't look that old, maybe in his mid-fifties but he was fit, his frame large and intimidating, he stood at roughly the same height as Damian. His eyes hazel,"Nice to meet you. My name is Harley, 52 years old." His voice was calm and soft.
Kyle was the next to speak; another built male with a wide frame, who stood up with a smug grin. His hair blonde with one long side and a short side, his eyes an amber colour, "Hello, we've met already, but I'll go with the flow on this one, I am Kyle, I'm 28." His voice was full of cockiness.
The next one to speak was Kyle's look-a-like, who was the same in Kyle in build but his hair combed back, "I am Clyde, 28, nice to meet you." His was lazy with no motivation behind it.
The depressed girl stood to speak; her frame was thin and tall, her eyes coloured dark brown, "My name is Victoria, I'm 26, it's a pleasure to meet you." She gave a small bow before sitting down.
The next one to speak was a tall, thin, smart looking woman, "Hello, I am Matilda; it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful little face like yours." Her voice was soft and pleasant.
Chris stood up, a prideful look on his face, with an athletic teenager build, his frame full. His eyes blue, only slightly covered by his long brown hair. "Hello, I am Chris, I am 19." His voice was hard and cold.
Neither Trisha nor Damian gave introductions. Damian leaned over, "Felicia introduce yourself to them." He returned to his original positioning. Felicia stood up, straightening out her dress causing Kyle to chuckle a little. "I'm Felicia; It's nice to meet you all. I'm 19." Felicia sat down, blushing brightly. "Now then, everyone dig in!" Damian's voice was full of cheer. The room was filled with sounds of eating for the next ten minutes. Felicia stared at the food, some unidentifiable rich person food that she couldn't even hazard a guess at what it was.
After dinner was consumed, Damian stood up, clearing his throat, "Dear Guests, Let's all move into the sitting room yes? There're some drinks in there." His shook his wine glass with a smile. Everyone got up and walked out of the door Felicia entered in, disappearing down the left corridor. Felicia didn't follow; she felt nervous and shy, social events like this were never her forte when she was younger. Before realizing she had spaced out a bit, she felt Damian's hands caress her shoulders, "Come on now Felicia, no dilly-dallying." His head inches away from her, his ear close to hers. His hands left her shoulders, leaving an unnatural coldness there. She stood up, noticing that everyone else had left, she walked towards the sitting room.
Everyone sat in silence for a few moments. The door behind her opened up, Trisha walked in, pushing a large serving trolley with plates of food stacked onto the serving trolley. Trisha placed the plates in front of everyone before pushing it out, returning a moment later and taking the other ornate throne. Before anyone could dig in Damian cleared his throat, tapping his glass of wine with a fork, "Guests, Please, let us all introduce ourselves to Felicia." Everyone looked at her.
The first one to talk was the bubbly girl. She was chubby and short. Her eyes a light blue. "Hello! My name's Kathryn; I'm 23." She smiled happily.
The next one to talk was the older gentlemen; his beard short and gray. His hair crew cut. He didn't look that old, maybe in his mid-fifties but he was fit, his frame large and intimidating, he stood at roughly the same height as Damian. His eyes hazel,"Nice to meet you. My name is Harley, 52 years old." His voice was calm and soft.
Kyle was the next to speak; another built male with a wide frame, who stood up with a smug grin. His hair blonde with one long side and a short side, his eyes an amber colour, "Hello, we've met already, but I'll go with the flow on this one, I am Kyle, I'm 28." His voice was full of cockiness.
The next one to speak was Kyle's look-a-like, who was the same in Kyle in build but his hair combed back, "I am Clyde, 28, nice to meet you." His was lazy with no motivation behind it.
The depressed girl stood to speak; her frame was thin and tall, her eyes coloured dark brown, "My name is Victoria, I'm 26, it's a pleasure to meet you." She gave a small bow before sitting down.
The next one to speak was a tall, thin, smart looking woman, "Hello, I am Matilda; it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful little face like yours." Her voice was soft and pleasant.
Chris stood up, a prideful look on his face, with an athletic teenager build, his frame full. His eyes blue, only slightly covered by his long brown hair. "Hello, I am Chris, I am 19." His voice was hard and cold.
Neither Trisha nor Damian gave introductions. Damian leaned over, "Felicia introduce yourself to them." He returned to his original positioning. Felicia stood up, straightening out her dress causing Kyle to chuckle a little. "I'm Felicia; It's nice to meet you all. I'm 19." Felicia sat down, blushing brightly. "Now then, everyone dig in!" Damian's voice was full of cheer. The room was filled with sounds of eating for the next ten minutes. Felicia stared at the food, some unidentifiable rich person food that she couldn't even hazard a guess at what it was.
After dinner was consumed, Damian stood up, clearing his throat, "Dear Guests, Let's all move into the sitting room yes? There're some drinks in there." His shook his wine glass with a smile. Everyone got up and walked out of the door Felicia entered in, disappearing down the left corridor. Felicia didn't follow; she felt nervous and shy, social events like this were never her forte when she was younger. Before realizing she had spaced out a bit, she felt Damian's hands caress her shoulders, "Come on now Felicia, no dilly-dallying." His head inches away from her, his ear close to hers. His hands left her shoulders, leaving an unnatural coldness there. She stood up, noticing that everyone else had left, she walked towards the sitting room.
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{Part 4 - Midnight }Before Felicia had even arrived the drinks were already handed out. Most of the men already had their jackets off and were drinking red wine. The ladies were no different, except they didn't have jackets.The sitting room was small, well, small compared to the other two rooms. A small coffee table sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by two sofas and two comfortable looking chairs. The only space left for her was the one; Besides, she rolled her eyes, Kyle.
Taking her seat Felicia cast her gaze far away from Kyle. In all honesty, Felicia didn't care for the alcohol or the boisterous laughter that filled the air. Kyle seemed to inch closer to her, causing her to inch away. Kyle was creepy, in comparison to everyone else. That shit-eating grin, his eyes filled with a smugness that stood above all else. Her eyes instead focused on Damian, who was making conversation with Matilda. Every few words were interrupted by a sip of wine or a giggle. They were having fun, yet she got stuck beside dick-head extraordinaire. In front of her was Chris, who was idly chatting to Victoria about stocks or something, she didn't understand their discussion.
After about ten minutes of waiting Damian stood up, flicking his glass, "Ladies, Gentlemen, Other. I suggest we play a little game, how about two truths and a lie?" Damian's suggestion sparked interest in the small group of people, everyone turning their heads to him. "Alright, I suggest our new guest Felicia goes first, she'd be the hardest out of all." His words slurred gently at the end, barely noticeable. "Huh? Uh, okay." For a moment, Felicia thought of what she could drum up, "Okay; My parents left Scotland with me when I was eight," Lie. "I have a little sister, and I've never kissed a boy before." The room was silent for a second; Damian first spoke up, "Leaving Scotland at eight was the lie right?" Felicia's eyes widened, 'How did he know?' Her mouth gaped slightly, "How did you know?" Her voice was shaky, but before Damian could answer Clyde cut in, "Oh, look at the time, it's nearly midnight, we should be heading to bed soon, correct?" Clyde's words caused her to look up at the clock; it genuinely was midnight. How was that possible? It was 8:30 pm when they entered the room, maybe she felt like it was 10 minutes but was a whole lot quicker? She swore it was only 10 minutes when she last looked at the clock.
Soon enough people began to get up, following Tricia towards the guest bedrooms. How big is this place? Felicia thought to herself, surely it wasn't as big as she thought it was but it seemed like it, it was like a mansion crammed into a penthouse. Just as Felicia was about to follow the rest of the crowd Damian's hand touched her shoulder, causing her to turn around slowly as if she was at gunpoint. "Felicia, darling, you're going to follow me." His finger gently caressed her cheek before he turned and walked down the hallway from where they had entered the room. From there they returned to the living area, and then into the room she had chosen her dresses. "This is your room for tonight darling, I hope you do sleep well, I'd sleep beside you but, I know you're a big girl." And with that, he left her all alone in the black and white room. She took off her dress, looking down at her black bra and panties. She didn't like the colour black all that much on underwear. Slowly she clambered on into bed, flicking a switch beside her that turned the lights off.
Midway through her sleep she abruptly woke up, with thoughts teeming in her mind. 'How did I get here?' 'Why am I acting like this is normal?' 'This isn't normal' 'Why am I going along with this?' 'Confront Damian.' Suddenly Felicia sprang from bed, and without thought of what she was wearing, left the room. Her footsteps stomped across the floorboards as she went, She was acting like this was normal, Felicia felt like she had been possessed. As she began relentlessly searching the house for Damian, she stumbled across Kyle, who was wearing some rather cute pajamas. When she saw him, Felicia couldn't help but break from her March and giggle. After her laughter she returned to serious mode, "Kyle, where is Damian?" Her voice cut like steel. He looked at her, his eyes filled with malicious intent. Before she knew it, Felicia felt like she was grabbed by a series of muscular arms and held in place. Kyle walked up to her, his hands going from her ear down to her shoulder. "Ah, you're so beautiful, Felicia. I can't believe you'd waste yourself on someone like Damian; he's such a bore, he's never going to appreciate you like I would." Kyle brought himself closer, almost pressing his body against hers, "Come with me, love." His hand traced down, running across her breast and continuing downwards. She wanted to fight. Flames licked off her body, causing Kyle to pull his hand away for a second, "Oh? So that's how it is, maybe I'll have to be a bit more . . . convincing." He moved his hand closer, placing it on her face. Help.
Taking her seat Felicia cast her gaze far away from Kyle. In all honesty, Felicia didn't care for the alcohol or the boisterous laughter that filled the air. Kyle seemed to inch closer to her, causing her to inch away. Kyle was creepy, in comparison to everyone else. That shit-eating grin, his eyes filled with a smugness that stood above all else. Her eyes instead focused on Damian, who was making conversation with Matilda. Every few words were interrupted by a sip of wine or a giggle. They were having fun, yet she got stuck beside dick-head extraordinaire. In front of her was Chris, who was idly chatting to Victoria about stocks or something, she didn't understand their discussion.
After about ten minutes of waiting Damian stood up, flicking his glass, "Ladies, Gentlemen, Other. I suggest we play a little game, how about two truths and a lie?" Damian's suggestion sparked interest in the small group of people, everyone turning their heads to him. "Alright, I suggest our new guest Felicia goes first, she'd be the hardest out of all." His words slurred gently at the end, barely noticeable. "Huh? Uh, okay." For a moment, Felicia thought of what she could drum up, "Okay; My parents left Scotland with me when I was eight," Lie. "I have a little sister, and I've never kissed a boy before." The room was silent for a second; Damian first spoke up, "Leaving Scotland at eight was the lie right?" Felicia's eyes widened, 'How did he know?' Her mouth gaped slightly, "How did you know?" Her voice was shaky, but before Damian could answer Clyde cut in, "Oh, look at the time, it's nearly midnight, we should be heading to bed soon, correct?" Clyde's words caused her to look up at the clock; it genuinely was midnight. How was that possible? It was 8:30 pm when they entered the room, maybe she felt like it was 10 minutes but was a whole lot quicker? She swore it was only 10 minutes when she last looked at the clock.
Soon enough people began to get up, following Tricia towards the guest bedrooms. How big is this place? Felicia thought to herself, surely it wasn't as big as she thought it was but it seemed like it, it was like a mansion crammed into a penthouse. Just as Felicia was about to follow the rest of the crowd Damian's hand touched her shoulder, causing her to turn around slowly as if she was at gunpoint. "Felicia, darling, you're going to follow me." His finger gently caressed her cheek before he turned and walked down the hallway from where they had entered the room. From there they returned to the living area, and then into the room she had chosen her dresses. "This is your room for tonight darling, I hope you do sleep well, I'd sleep beside you but, I know you're a big girl." And with that, he left her all alone in the black and white room. She took off her dress, looking down at her black bra and panties. She didn't like the colour black all that much on underwear. Slowly she clambered on into bed, flicking a switch beside her that turned the lights off.
Midway through her sleep she abruptly woke up, with thoughts teeming in her mind. 'How did I get here?' 'Why am I acting like this is normal?' 'This isn't normal' 'Why am I going along with this?' 'Confront Damian.' Suddenly Felicia sprang from bed, and without thought of what she was wearing, left the room. Her footsteps stomped across the floorboards as she went, She was acting like this was normal, Felicia felt like she had been possessed. As she began relentlessly searching the house for Damian, she stumbled across Kyle, who was wearing some rather cute pajamas. When she saw him, Felicia couldn't help but break from her March and giggle. After her laughter she returned to serious mode, "Kyle, where is Damian?" Her voice cut like steel. He looked at her, his eyes filled with malicious intent. Before she knew it, Felicia felt like she was grabbed by a series of muscular arms and held in place. Kyle walked up to her, his hands going from her ear down to her shoulder. "Ah, you're so beautiful, Felicia. I can't believe you'd waste yourself on someone like Damian; he's such a bore, he's never going to appreciate you like I would." Kyle brought himself closer, almost pressing his body against hers, "Come with me, love." His hand traced down, running across her breast and continuing downwards. She wanted to fight. Flames licked off her body, causing Kyle to pull his hand away for a second, "Oh? So that's how it is, maybe I'll have to be a bit more . . . convincing." He moved his hand closer, placing it on her face. Help.