Flashback (The Scarlet Sanctum) How much? (Ana)

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, 25th Day of Summer, 509 AV Sunberth was beginning to speak to Orion in ways that Syliras never had. No law. No knights. Just do whatever you want to do, and everyone else would do the same. Pure, beautiful, chaos. He'd done little more than lose himself in the passion and emotion which sat so raw on his heart, and no one cared. Not a single soul. He could fight, scream, petch, anything to his heart's content, and as long as it didn't look like a play for power, no one cared. Not. A. Soul. Orion had grabbed few drinks at the Pigs Foot Tavern. The place was quickly turning into his stomping grounds for his stay in the lawless city. No questions asked, and cheap enough booze that kept flowing. Merv kept his business under control, and it allowed Orion to have a little more than what he'd intended. All that did was make the blue eyed man more arrogant and more belligerent. A gentle suggestion that he excuse himself from the premises sent Orion out into the wild streets of the city, and there was one thing on his mind. Before he was sent on his way, someone had mentioned a place called "The Scarlet Sanctum", a whorehouse. He hated paying for a woman, but honestly, he was too inebriated to care. A bed needed warmed, and if he had to drop a few coins to make it happen, so be it. There would stumble, onward to one of the more popular locales in Sunberth. It was as busy as any other night and Orion was ready for quite the adventure. Thing was, he'd never once visited an establishment such as this. How exactly did they work? Were the women outside employed there as well? With squinted eyes, Orion scanned the various people standing and moving about near the building. One would surely catch his eye. Hopefully she wouldn't be too expensive.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Ratty long skirt, patched up blouse, and scuffed up boots; dusty and dirty but not so obviously grimy, only the beginnings of Sunberthian grit adorned her pale white skin in light smudges. Blonde hair, wispy as it was, long, and slightly frayed at the ends, covered the entire right side of her face as a small figure would move along the streets with no real purpose to her stroll. Gold eyes ever flicking to and fro, side to side, up, down, right, left, around, and around, always on the look out for the hidden danger that came with sauntering about carelessly. Though the glitter in her expression could not mask the excitement of which she felt, the freedom she had longed for, oh for so very long; it was liberating to be in Sunberth. Neilles had been specifically told to watch where she stepped, to check around corners, and avoid what may seem to be a bad idea to get close to (or face the consequences!) Of course, she took such warnings lightly, and didn't let them sway her need to explore and remain in a constant reverberating motion. It was rare to see her with anything other than a somber frown, or emotionless gaze, a timidness in her eyes that would have been painful to the veiwer, or a clear oppurtunity for any predator to strike and take advantage of. By the divine, it was any wonder she hadn't been picked off the streets yet, her disposition towards a cheerful adittude was sickening (again, why had no one disposed of this childish anomaly?) Sunberth was not this happy place she seemed to visualize it to be; it was filled with murderous, ravenous wolves; not sunshine, sparkles, and everything nice. To think otherwise was foolish; surely nothing good could come of it. Adventurous as she most definitely was, shimmied along the walls in such a manner that made it most obvious she was trying to sneak about. Her small body, frail, thin, but young and energetic, had all those years spent being sick in a house did nothing to her self esteem? Perhaps it was a glorious farce; a misdemeanor just waiting to reveal itself in life crushing time, oh no, to say she was without illness would also be foolish, but it was not as bad as before. The dark circles were light around her eyes, they gave her a rather haunty expression in the right light, or facial gesture, they foretold her growing inability to sleep normally. Flashing nightmares, and awful shards of blades, blood, pain, and suffering coated the core of her rest. Unnerving as her dreams had been recently, they hardly stayed long within her mind to remember them; back to the envirement around her. The city itself was very large, it had myriads of streets, and alleyways; more so than she could count on her ten fingers (that was for certain.) Numerous times she had gotten lost within the hall of possibility, a roll of a die, a fluke, with zero chance of leaving unscathed. Cursing inwardly she paused, halted, she looked around herself somewhat lost, a growing worried look on her face as she tried to discern her surroundings. Over yonder on the other side of the dirt packed and trodded street, intermixed with cobblestone brick, or other unsightly matter, was a rather lively building, compared to the rest of Sunberth it certainly had a nifty appearence to it. Well taken care of, groomed, she was drawn to the mild cleanliness like a moth. Shirking off previous plights and pleas to find respite from her lost dilemma, she inched her way to the establishment little by little, getting closer, and closer to her destination until finally she was merely a few yards away from the entrance. There were scantilly clad women framing the entrance, alongside a few burly, husky looking men; both men and women (but mostly women) seemed to flutter their way into the building. She was so entranced by the place, she hardly noticed a rather curious individual getting closer; when she realized that because the place was so amazingly high end, that it would take cash to get inside, and revel in its many wonders. Neilles began to turn away, somewhat put off by the fact she was broker than a poor schmuck out of luck. oocThese clothes mentioned are totally from the past, she does not have them now.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion There she was. The slut Orion would bed tonight. The girl looked quite vibrant for how dark the city was, and that was a light Orion wanted to extinguish. She wasn't anything amazing on the eyes, he supposed, and with her ratty clothes, she couldn't exactly be top of the line for this sort of thing. He observed the blond teen scurry about, like someone viewing the light of day for the first time. Only there was no sun to see here. Only horror, pain, and anguish. Orion had been here for a couple dozen days at this point and he already knew this. So what was her story? "Don't be dumb, Orion," he muttered. No one cared about the story of a whore. This harlot who seemed more out of place than Orion did. Everyone else might as well of been invisible, as the young man's vision tunneled on her, watching her timidly move about, closer to the entrance of The Scarlet Sanctum. Hesitant to enter, perhaps she wasn't terribly pleased with her choice of employment. Truth be told, Orion hadn't been around the city long enough to understand just how far out of place the young woman was. If he weren't so influenced by the alcohol in his system, perhaps he would have noticed her clothing just didn't fit with what the other women of the establishment were wearing. None of it was apparent to Orion Michaels. All he wanted was her. Nothing else mattered. So when she turned to move away from the building, Orion moved into action. With uneven steps, he made his way over towards the girl, fumbling for his coin purse. It would be a simple transaction. He would use her until his mind went numb, pay the woman of the night, and move on with his life. The pain would leave in a moment of ecstasy, even if only for a moment. "Where's a pretty little thing like you heading off to?" Orion placed his arm in the teen's path, bracing it against the wall in order to prevent her from moving on any further. A lecherous grin spread over the drunks face, his piercing blue eyes looking deep into hers. "Tell me, love, how much for a night with you?" He opened his coin purse to show he was good for the money. No worries about him not paying for services rendered. "My mouth is dry just thinking about it. So? How much?"

[Ana Sol Starris]

"Where's a pretty little thing like you heading off to?" An arm shot across her path to use the wall to support the body, the blonde girl stopped to turn her head at him confusedly. The question had been so simple, but she hardly registered the flirtacious intent and instead tried to not look like a lost little girl by pouting her cheeks and frowning at him, narrowing her thin eyebrows. This man was in her way, she supposed she could just walk around him, or duck underneath his arm and continue on her merry way without answering him. Yet, wouldn't that be rude? Her mind began to quibble back and forth with itself on what was right and wrong, snapping at her that the stank of Sunberthian ale was lingering around his person, she sniffed. Wrinkling her nose distastefully. She knew full well what alcohal did to a person, even if she never drank the swill herself; it made people violent, and angry, scary, they weren't people to be around especially if they became the mean type of drunk. The thought made her scared, so she shuffled backwards at the provocation of his presence. "Tell me, love, how much for a night with you?" he asked her, she just stared at him, still rather silent in response to his questions. It was more like she didn't know how to respond, even if he was flashing gold rimmed mizas at her face; what he was asking still did not register. Why would he want to spend a night with her? Her house was bare, and unnappealing, and she was quite certain she wasn't pretty either, her expression must have said it all. "So? How much?" How much? What, he was offering her mizas for something in return? Her voice came out as a stutter, "w-what.. wh-what do you mean how much and for.. what?" She began to panick, Neilles was terrible with people and usually she had friends that would speak for her when it came to these types of trivial meetings. They knew how Sunberth worked, and they had graciously accepted her without complaint; though to what reasoning, and ends, Neilles barely knew, she trusted them unconditionally. Nervously she fidgetted on her feet, whilst her shoulders hunched up and her hands rose from their sides to twiddle with either sides fingers in front of her chest. Nervous twitch; doing this gave her some form of comfort, and stability, but the longer she was stared at, the more uncomfortable she became. In response her chin tilted inwards, and she refused to make much eye contact with the man as possible. Her gut was saying to start backing away, and leave the situation right now, but her muscles had locked in her legs, and she was shaking, she didn't think she could move now.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion The girl withered under his presence, and it made him feel so mighty, so powerful. The little blond was uncomfortable with him being there. Was she not working tonight? Or was he just that intimidating? To be viewed as a threat, maybe even a monster by another soul was something that filled Orion with something he thought he'd lost. It was all a lie, of course, one which the blue eyed man told himself to keep going on. To feel anything, well, he'd do anything for it. Even ruining this innocent young woman. Of course, he viewed her as anything but innocent. She was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. A business transaction. But the whore was playing dumb. Staying silent for his questions. It pissed him off. He leaned down close to her face, alcohol stained breath teasing her face with its horrible stench. "What's the matter? Don't speak Common?" Finally the wench began to speak, though what came out of her mouth was infuriating. No wonder she had such shyke for clothing. No one with any coin would pay for that. "Don't you petching play coy with me you little bitch." He spat venomous words, eyes burning with hate for not just her, but everything. Each of his actions was just a way of blaming someone for everything he'd had to deal with. Everything which he had lost. When she moved her hands to fidget, it pushed the already volatile man over the edge. He didn't want to flirt. He didn't want to play innocent. "Don't you know how this works?" He grabbed at her arms to try and pull her hands apart and pin her against the wall of the building they were in front of. "I give you coin," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. Orion leaned in close so his lips nearly brushed against her ear, whispering his hateful words. "Then I petch your brains out. Make sense, whore?" He could tell that she had frozen up. She wanted to run. Her fight or flight was screaming for her to go. With Orion there, however, what could she do? A wicked grin grew on his lips. "So I ask again. How much? Tell me before I decide the price for you."

[Ana Sol Starris]

"Don't you know how this works?" Spiteful words wrapped barbed wire through her ears, in a matter of moments the strange man had went from calm to irrational. What had she done so wrong besides asking a question? Neilles urged her feet to move, stumbling and mixing her legs up with her feet as she backed away he caught hold of her fore arms and forced her against the wall. Her shoulders rose and fell, shaking as she began to struggle against his hold, her eyes flicking between his hands while her mind began to go blank. She didn't know how to handle this situation, and she knew it, she wasn't strong enough to weasel her way out of someones hold; and so she felt as if she were about to cry. "I give you coin," he snarled into her ear, the close proximity of his person pushing her to the edge, and making her mind teeter along a thin line of stability. "Then I petch your brains out. Make sense, whore?" She froze at those words, heart battering against her chest. Bam, there she was against a wall having of minded her own buisness and this man had the gall to call her a whore (though if she were to be truthful, Neilles didn't really know what a whore did) and what made her look like one? She was plain, and duller than a wooden plank laying on the ground being useless, compared to the harlots on the streets and displaying themselves in front of specific establishments. They seemed so comfortable, so confident, and such a cofidence was only one such trait that she could wish for in the future since she had little to none; what made her a whore? Again, her mind snapped at her to look at the situation at hand, she was in a really deep pickle now because of her stupidity; "N-no I still don't understand, let me go.." She begged to him. The small girl tried to glance around him to shout for help, but then she remembered the first rule of Sunberth; if you couldn't defend yourself, you didn't belong in the city. She shuddered, body convulsing in pin prickling shivers and fear. Maybe if she talked her way out of this, she would be okay? "a bajillion million frillion qruillion gold mizas!" Her voice tensed out through her insecurity, for once not stuttering every other syllabel, her eyes watering as she tried to look him in the eye, failing quite terribly and shutting up in fear of herself and him. No no you fool, her mind quipped at her scoldingly, no one had that much money on them. Oh great.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion mod notePermission given to mod Ana The woman's eyes teared up as he pinned her against the wall. Did it bring him some sort of sick satisfaction? Orion would say no, but the ale coursing through his veins said yes. In their short interaction the purpose behind their meeting had changed in the twisted man's mind. Initially he just wanted a body to warm his. Now he wanted to cause pain. Someone else deserved to feel how he felt. It wasn't fair that he experience the pain of loss alone. The harlot knew nothing. And to toy with him like this? "You don't understand? What is wrong with you? A pox got your brain?" He snapped viciously at her, getting right in her face. One of his hands moved from her wrist to her face, index finger and thumb grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at the aggressor's face. "No wonder you're in these wretched rags. No man would want to touch you with as dumb as you are." His fingers dug into her face slightly, then began stroking dirty skin with malicious intent. "What's wrong? I not good enough for you? What the petch do you know?" The innocent girl glanced around for a way to escape the considerably taller man. "Is it my eyes? My nose? Am I too big for you?" He pulled her slightly from the wall, the grip on her chin only tightening. "Don't you petching look away from me." Swirling thoughts, twisted emotions, and clouded judgement all mixed in a cauldron of anger and sadness, leading to increasing irritation and confusion as to why this simple event was so difficult. "a bajillion million frillion qruillion gold mizas!" She shouted out a ridiculous, made up price. Orion didn't know if that's what she was charging or if that's what she would pay him to go away, but that pushed him over the line. "What did you say to me?" He released her other arm, both hands slipping to grab her blouse and pull her close to him. "IS THIS A PETCHIN' JOKE TO YOU?!" Orion then did something he never thought he'd do to a woman, or anyone, to be honest. Violently, he slammed the small girl back into the wall, his eyes welling up in rage as she let out an exclamation of pain. "SHUT UP! Just take this, you whore. You could have had it easy. I should have had you easy." His right hand released her clothing, raised above his head, and came down with terrible slap across the blond girls face, sending her sprawling down to the ground. Orion took a few slow, calculated steps over, measured her up, listened to labored breathing, and responded to the labored breathing with a kick to her midsection. "Get up." She stayed there. "GET UP." A cry of pain. Teeth gritted, he reached down and grabbed one of her arms pulling her up like a rag doll. He was by no means a powerful man, but this woman, she was so small, so light. "You're just a toy. So why won't you play?" Another slap came across her face, as he forced her against the wall once again. Weathered wood scraped against her back. Heavy breathing came across her face in waves as Orion pressed himself against her, turning his head down to send biting words her way. "Last chance. How much? Or it's free." As to emphasize his point, while one arm pressed across her chest to keep her pinned, the hand of his free arm discovered her outer thigh and began to slide inward. Lusty eyes burned with hate for her, himself, everyone. "A man with nothing will do anything, whore."

[Ana Sol Starris]

"What did you say to me?" Did she just make him angrier? Divine help her. Neilles shut her eyes and tried to pretend he wasn't there and that this was all a very bad dream, he was not shouting at her, and she was back home safe and sound. This bad man was not there in front of her, though the pain that shot up her back and wound its way into her shoulder blades said otherwise. It was enough to make her gasp in pain, eyes opening for a brief moment to get a glimpse of him raise his hand, her eyes squeezing shut upon impact to her face. The palm came across hard and fast with an explosion of pain that rubbed the nerves in her face raw, and stung terribly, leaving a bright red welt across her face as she fell to the ground, mind spiralling into darkness blissfully, maybe it was a nightmare? Just one terrible dream that felt real; she layed there shaking and shivering, body sick with the feeling of pain coursing through her body, burning everywheres. As if to add insult to injury, a blast of horror bit into her mid-section and it was everything that she could do to just breath, and not lose her breakfest. Everything hurt... It had to be a dream, this wasn't real... "Get up." Congrats Neilles, you won the lottery. "GET UP." "No.." She cryed out weakly, shuddering, she didn't want to play this game. There was a torrent of misery that flowed down her face as she was dragged up in the form of tears, she flailed, and struggled still; repeating the same word over and over again, wailing in pain as she could feel splinters dig their way into her back through the thin cloth of her blouse "I don't want to play, I don't want to play.." She began to hysterically beg to him, fear stricken, terror beholden, his body was so close to hers and it was crushing her; she didn't like this feeling. "Stop it" the whisper was small, and could hardly contain the sobs that threatened and bubbled their way through "please stop, pleeease" she choked. Her head spun, and something akin to disgustion jabbed itself into her chest, alongside a crawling fear down her thigh. She didn't like this touch; it provoked something deep inside her that made her very uncomfortable "why are you doing this??!" She sobbed out, her body tensing at the touch. Upon hearing his response, she looked at him; eyes wide, with tear stained cheeks that kept on running, she hadn't noticed it before but she could taste iron in her mouth. He had nothing? Well she had little to nothing too.. Did that give him the right to do this? For what seemed to be an eternity but was merely a few ticks, all she could hear was the beating of her heart, mimicking one word, until it became a roar within her ears, rushing, and screaming in her head: ...No. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, her adrenaline began to kick in; and so she shouted at him into his face, "You're a cruel horrible monster!!" Neilles hadn't come to Sunberth to be beaten like some pig for the slaughter, something inside her seemed to spark itself, igniting waves of turbulence as she struggled just as violently as he had abused her; perhaps even more so than he had. Like an animal she tried to bite his arm while at the same time kicking her small daintily booted feet out at his shins, knees, and legs, while her arms flailed at his face to scratch him with her dirty nails. The pain that rivetted its way through her body and soul, and the thudding sensation in her head only served to empower her, driving her like a whipped animal broken from many years of darkness that now decided it had enough of being used. Pain, it didn't matter, being beaten, it didn't matter, she just had to struggle and squirm her way out of his grasp to get a head start to run. Did it matter that he had gold on him? No. She just wanted to escape.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion The begging and pleading only seemed to drive him further, make his strikes more forceful, more wild, and more vicious. The more she cried, the harder he hit. "The game has already started, my dear. You'll have to see it through to the end." Fearful eyes, a face stained with tears, they did everything in their power to avoid him. Sobs of pain screamed for help, for some sort of closure that would make it all stop. "Shut up!" He slapped her again for good measure, his own hand stinging from the blow. "Don't you act like you don't understand. Don't you dare. At least you'll be alive after this. Not everyone has been that lucky." It was deplorable what he was doing, but as Orion used his own tragedy as justification for a horrible act, no remorse could be found. Again she cried out for him to stop, for an explanation of why he was doing it, for what she had done to deserve being assaulted by a monster. "Why are you doing this??!" In reply his hand only wandered further, sliding up her inner leg. The time for violence was over. The time for horrible, cruel, passion had come. Yet somewhere between the two, he reached the line that would push her over the edge. Like a cornered animal, she finally struck back. He bit his lip as the toe of her foot impacted with his shin. Before he could retaliate, her nails were coming at him like claws, slashing, scratching, doing anything they could do cause him harm. A rake across his face struck deep, a crimson smear trailing behind her hand, which moments later turned into a waterfall of ruby droplets. Pain roared from the freshly opened wound. A scream roared from Orion. He still had her pinned against the wall with his left forearm. His right hand abandoned its exploration of her body, only to ball into a fist and strike her stomach like a battering ram. "Stupid vagik. What are you thinking? Do you like pain? Do you like being hurt? Making this so petching difficult." His arms were scratched raw at this point, nail marks embedded in his now red skin. His ankles and shins throbbed from the flurry of kicks this fearful girl had delivered. As payback, another fist met with her midriff, but his other arm refused to let her double over. "I've had enough!" He took a wide stance with his legs, allowing him to put his weight forward to again pin her against the cool timber. Chapped, broken lips were brought to her shoulder, placing a disgusting kiss upon her innocent skin. I am a monster. His wandering hand resumed it's journey, this time beginning to work on her blouse. Maybe it's better that you're dead. His tears began to join hers in their journey to the cold ground below them, salty drops joining the dark red liquid as they fell. Again his hot breath danced along her skin as he moved towards her neck, intent to have his way with the supposed prostitute who had given him so much difficulty. "Just..stop it."

[Ana Sol Starris]

Pain. So much, can't... Must fight back... Desperation clung at her thoughts, her eyes, body, and crys, all she wanted to do was get out of his grasp and run. To flee far away and never return to that frilly looking place, she never wanted to see it again, she never wanted to see this man again either; c'mon, Neilles, c'mon! FIGHT! Don't give up now!! She howled as a fist came crashing upon her stomach, it took the air out of her lungs and she gasped for air, it only seemed to illicit more violent struggle and action from her. Kicking at his shins and feet, she flailed her arms, swung her hands at him to get off, she had given up on words with him as it seemed that only violence met with more violence would get her out of this situation; she screamed, and sobbed her frustration out at him, to the world, to the entirity of Sunberth. The call was not recieved. Help did not come; instead, it seemed there had been onlookers, watching curiously as the little anomaly was exuding a fire thought not possible to reside in her before. Mutters, and bets went around the sparse people nearby, who would win? The man... ...or the girl. Neilles was oblivious to it all; her body burned and throbbed from all the effort in struggling, and she was beginning to tire quickly from all the strenous strain being put on her, the multiple punches, the slaps, fists, feet, touch, she felt sick everywheres and not just in the body but also the soul. Another fist came to her stomach, ten times harder than before and in the same place as the first shot to that area, not counting the kick before; black shot in front of her eyes. Before she knew what was happening, her vision was flickering to drift into the subconscience bliss of just letting everything happen, and just giving up, she was tired. This man wanted his way with her? Her body seemed to spaz ticks after the punch, shuddering at the revolting feeling tickling her shoulder and necks skin. Her body went limp, she cringed, her breath coming out shallow. Everything burned; everything seemed to pulsate. "Just..stop it." The man pled, but she felt no pity.. Only sorrow. There was silence within her head as her mind began to detach itself, her eyes half open, mouth slightly parted, she couldn't fight anymore. It seemed like all those moments of struggle were going to go to waste, she raggedly breathed in, and out, chest falling and rising just to keep the oxygen flowing through her body. This was it, she could be found dead on the street after this, Neilles began to accept her fate... Or she would have, if not for a little voice that bubbled over the pervading silence of her thoughts, her agressor doing as he would. 'If push comes to shove, then you pull.. if that doesn't work, then you kick..' It was such an odd phrase, she couldn't remember for the life of her where she had heard it, or who had said it, how she had known about it; Neilles had tried pushing, she had tried shoving, and three times really was a charm but she had also tried pulling at this man to get him off her. Yet, despite all the kicking she had been doing, he still wouldn't go down, there seemed to be no hope. There was one place where she hadn't been able to kick yet, but by now she was ready to try anything. Would she really let him have his way with her? Time was growing short. There were several long moments where her mind fumbled with the idea, her very being fighting against the idea, and her mind agreeing with it that he could not win, but her body struggled to follow her minds orders. "...leave..." she rasped, head hanged down to look below "...me..." Lifting her head to look him in the eye, her own gold ones filled with disgust. "ALONE!!!" Shouting out the next word, voice half a scream of pain and anguish as she would pull one leg back with all her might and strength and then push it forwards to deliver a straight, hard kick to the groin of the man, it was a last ditch effort. The reaction was almost immediate, and Neilles wouldn't have known in the first place that such an action could have done it, she had simply assumed that since she was feeling a great deal of pain being hit in the stomach area, he would also feel pain there too, however her aim had been slightly off and the foot had ended up in his groin. At least she could get away now, gasping, she lunged for the chance of her freedom, and scuttled feet away from him, stumbling herself, tripping, but she did not fall.