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Post by chris xander stammings on Sept 29, 2010 23:20:34 GMT -5
The smoke from his cigarette circled up and over his head as he let his back rest against the wall of the pub. Chris didn't need to go inside to get what he wanted to get done, he had been in town for a few days now and knew her schedule rather well by this point. Looking at his watch, he was almost certain that should be coming through the doors to go home any minuted. She never had any one with her, and Chris thought that was particularly stupid on her part, but only made this that much easier.
he grinned to himself as he took another drag from his cancer stick. It was Ironic that he was a smoking, due to the fact that his father had died from it. He looked at the cigerrette for a moment, and after a half second of contemplation he stuck it back in his mouth. It was worth death, he decided. Chris couldn't live without the little muggle thing.
That disgusted him, because he despised muggles and the things that they had. They were stupid, not knowing anything that went on around them.
Chris pulled the collar of his jacket closer around his neck as the breeze picked up. It was a little cold, but he could care less. His jacket was longer, reaching to his knee's. The one thing he had that portrayed he had a good amount of money was this coat, under it he wore his jeans and t-shirt. Chris wasn't too involved with the material things a person could have in life.
Putting out his cigarette with his foot, Chris heard the door to the pub open and grinned once more.
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Sept 30, 2010 0:52:32 GMT -5
Phew. Eight hours of waiting tables, dealing with idiots, and picking up the mess of the ignorant, it was ten o'clock at night. Finally time for Sage to get the hell out of here. One of the other waitresses, Mindy, was on duty for the last five hours of the night and she had come in right on time, which was certainly putting a smile on Sage's weary face. As soon as Mindy was ready, Sage shoved her hideous apron into her bag, ripped off her name tag and shoved that into her bag as well. Since there really wasn't anybody in here, Sage and Mindy took the opportunity to chat by the back door for just a little bit. Eventually, the boss made an "ahem" noise, noting the other waitress to get back to work.
Sage and Mindy just giggled and she gave Mindy a little wave goodbye before getting to go on her wonderful walk home. That was always her favorite part about getting to leave work this late. The breeze was absolutely to die for, as were all the stars dappled around in the sky. Sage pulled on her leather jacket, knowing that it was going to be slightly cold outside. The boss was still eyeing her, waiting for the moment of her departure. Shooting Mindy another glance and giggling at this fact, she blew her a kiss and stepped out into the night air, still laughing.
A smile was on her face as she walked out of the back entrance. Why in the world employees had to go out the back way, she'd never know. Sage just supposed it was some weird security thing the boss was insecure about. Either way, she was just happy to be off her shift and on her way home. Pulling her jacket around her tighter, she slipped her hands into her pockets and made her way down the narrow little alleyway between the pub and some other building she never knew the name of.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Sept 30, 2010 18:05:20 GMT -5
Pushing his muscular frame from the wall, Chris let a grinn take over his mouth as he spotted her. She appeared to be relieved, making conversation. What it was about, he wasn't sure but she appeared to be in a good mood which had of met the conversation was a good one. He watched her, remembering her from when they were still students at the Hogwarts Castle. That was some time ago, and though he could tell that she had changed physically, there was something almost too familiar about her. it was mildly creepy, but Chris wouldn't mind a change in a few more moments.
As she walked away from her friend, Chris began to walk behind her. Why did women always walk down Dark Alleyways? He looked around, and no one else was with them. That was almost too convinent, but Chris didn't mind. Though it would be as much a challenge, Chris could wait for a moment. Take the easy way out.
It was dark, and a little chilly. He noticed when she pulled her jacket closer and sighed. Women...
"Sage!" Chris's hand was over her mouth, and his lips to her ear. He whispered her name with anxiousness, smiling at the thought of her being so close to him. With his other hand he traced a finger down her small pale cheek.
"I've missed you, dear"
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Sept 30, 2010 18:29:39 GMT -5
Cheerful thoughts were running through her head, just as they always did once she got off work. It was amusing how grumpy and pissed off she could be while working, but once the person to cover the next shift came in, she was whistling and having just a merry old time. Plus, the walk home was always nice. Sure it was long, and sometimes even a little creepy (another reason which made her wonder why employees had to leave out the back door, especially in the middle of the night), but Sage loved it nonetheless. It gave her time to reflect on her thoughts, make future plans, or just think about whatever she wanted to think about in general. However, it was getting chillier outside and walking home in winter wasn't exactly the pinnacle of her life.
Unfortunately for her, all of these "thoughts" she had while walking home sort of dimmed her connection with the world around her. Half the time Sage ended up running into people, mumbling "sorries" and "excuse me's" or tripping over her own feet. In a way, it was kind of pathetic. But never did she really see true danger in it, even though at some points she had felt like a stranger was going to whip out their wand and threaten her with it.
Which reminded her that she should probably take hers out of her bag. Especially seeing as it was getting kind of late. People who usually wandered around this time of night weren't the friendliest. But hey, it was better than Knockturn Alley. What a creepy place.
Sage removed one of her hands from her coat pocket and began fiddling with the little buckle on her shoulder bag. Her hand wasn't even halfway inside the bag when she felt a hand close over her mouth. Shocked, she let out something between a yelp and gasp, her eyes going wide, as if trying to evolve herself into another creature so she could see in the darkened (was it this dark when she stepped outside?) alley.
Ice crept up her spine as she heard a voice in her ear. Her whole body froze where it was; she wasn't able to move a muscle or even think a single thought. But she knew the voice. All too well she knew the voice. "C-Chris?" Sage stuttered under her breath. A hand was still stuck firmly over her mouth, and so her barely whispered words came out as a small, muffled "Mmf."
Feeling a finger stroke the side of her cheek, she cringed. At that point, she was thrust back into reality, gaining her movements, thoughts and breathing back. Instinctively, Sage began lifting up a hand to swat his away from her mouth.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Sept 30, 2010 18:51:58 GMT -5
Chris nodded, and when she went to push his hand away he twisted his free arm around her waist to hold her tighter to him.
"No no Sage.. be good" He muttered, tightening his grip on her mouth. He didn't want to hurt her, but he would if she didn't shut up. Chris had a temper, and of all people Sage should know not to try and get away from him. As him grasped her body closer to his, he let his eyes fall closed for a small moment. He could instantly remember what it was like to be this close to her and his blood started to biol.
"I only wanna have a little chat.." he muttered as he pulled her frame closer to a wall. Maneuvering the two of them, He stood in front of her as her back was pressed against a brick wall. Silently, the cast a silencing charm over her and raised an eyebrow daring her to try and counter course it.
When they had been in Hogwarts, Sage was someone known to be a slut. One night, the two of them were together, and Chris was really looking foward to spending that 'time' with Sage. Turned out however, that not everything he had heard about the girl was true and thing led to the next and before Chris knew what was happening..well, lets just say Chris got what he wanted in the end. Despite the fact that Sage wasn't into it.
He grinned as he pressed his body against her small frame. "How are you?" He muttered, taking some of her hair in his hand.
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Sept 30, 2010 19:47:39 GMT -5
No, no, no, no, no, no, NO. This wasn't happening. This. Was. Not. Happening. It was just a dream. A terrible, terrible, dream that Sage was having. She didn't even go to work today. She was home sick, she had the sniffles. She wasn't in the alleyway between the Hog's Head and some other random establishment and Chris was. Not. Here. Sage was closing her eyes, envisioning this very thing. Any second now, she was going to awake, sweating and shaking in her bed, shake it off, take a shower and make a nice hot mug of tea. And maybe sit in front of the television, zone out, and fall asleep until the next morning.
But she opened her eyes again and found Chris' face inches away from hers still. His hand was pressing agonizingly hard against her face, her attempt to swat him away gone. They were closer; his hand wrapped snake-like around her waist. It made her sick. The feeling of paralysis was seeping through her bones again. Sage didn't know what to do. Her wand was stuck somewhere in the abyss of her purse and it wasn't exactly she was the strongest of girls. Now looking at the position she was in, pushed up against a wall, Chris looming over her, she was beginning to feel like a scared little girl.
"What do you want?" Sage tried to spit at him, but nothing came out of her mouth. She caught him raising his eyebrow at her, looking particularly pleased and pissed off at the same time. Then she realized that she couldn't speak. Sage opened her mouth, trying to scream at the top of her lungs (even with his hand over her mouth, screaming still counted for something) but not even a squeak came out. Her eyes flashed dangerously at him, as if to say "you fucking bastard."
God, she wished she would have never gotten involved with him back at school. In fact, she wished she would have never even have known him. Sage shuddered, feeling his hands tangle through her hair, grabbing in a clump the she knew would hurt if he pulled it. Ugh, she couldn't stand being this close to him, his face seething over hers; she could smell him, her eyes and nose and mouth were full of him. It was disgusting.
He spoke to her. And she only kept her eyes dangerously narrow at him. After all, what could she say? Chris had cursed her silent for the time being, and Sage was using this time to rack her brain for the right counter-curse.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Sept 30, 2010 20:07:06 GMT -5
Sage hated him, and he knew it but it fed him and inched him forward. Her hatred was a scent that he couldn’t get enough of when the surprise crossed her face with her lack of speech, he only grew more into this. It was sick, the way he bathed off of her fear, breathed it in and out of her. He knew it wasn’t right, but it didn’t stop him from playing with the buttons of her jacket. He took his time, undoing one at a time and deliberately watching her face as he did. This wasn’t about the sex, it was about getting in her and under her skin. To make her want to kill him, it was risky and Chris couldn’t get enough of the rush it gave him.
His skin crawled with anticipation as she watched him, loathed, grew more disgusted of him. Chris was disgusted of himself, but somehow in love with his self. He loved the fact that he didn’t have rules, or laws to follow. That his body could do what it wanted, no consequences from hi self or anyone else.
She was slight more pathetic then anything. How could I person not even try to defend themselves? Maybe she liked it, but that didn’t make Chris want to go on, it made him want to stop. If she wanted it, it was too easy and easy wasn’t what kept him going. It was the struggle, the violence of the situation. As he thought about what this was going to come to and he grew more hungry for it.
"I've thought about you..” As he finished that sentence, he finished undoing her top button. He could have just tore it off, make it all dramatic like the movies those muggles watch but then what a waste it would be. For it to just be over? He laughed lightly at the thought, knowing that Sage would just want it be over. Hence, men like Chris took there time getting to know her body. It was part of the experience and though Chris already knew Sage he was eager to explore those parts of her that had changed.
Her hair was till tangled in one of his hands and he yanked lightly, enough for her to feel it but not to cause any real pain. Her flinches were something he lived for, and as he yanked, Chris chewed on his bottom finger before knocking her bag to the floor.
“You really aren’t going to need that…” he whispered into her ear.
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Sept 30, 2010 20:43:12 GMT -5
Being frail and skinny might've been dashing for her image and her clothing style, but it so wasn't the case in this situation. A weak girl with no wand who was curse silent was being attacked in a dark alley where hardly anybody ever thought to look. But she was trying every way possible to get herself to not think this way. Sage was not going to see this as an impossible situation; that would mean defeat, and she was not going to give into this. She was not going to let him drag her through this like he did once before.
Chris began undoing the buttons to her jacket, and she managed to control herself into not cringing again. It had been a long time since the two had seen each other, and Sage had basically blocked the whole incident of her past out of her head. So, she didn't exactly remember how this was going to go for her.
Chris' hand was still wrapped tight around her long, black hair, and his grip was tightening by the second. Sage gritted her teeth together, biting her lip in frustration. She wasn't going to whimper. She was going to fight this. She was going to be vigilant and try not to show her fear. But Chris knocking her bag clear off her shoulder and throwing it to the ground frightened her just a bit. The random motion just caught her off guard, and she gasped a bit, and flinched slightly from the shock of it.
What was she going to do? This was looking more hopeless by the second. And as much as she tried to shoo these thoughts away, they were becoming increasingly distinct inside her mind. How the hell was she going to stop this? Maybe she should just give up...
Instead, when he looked back up at her, she did the only think she could think of to piss him off: she spit directly in his face. In a way (even though she was still being held down), she felt triumphant. Maybe this was going to piss him enough that he would slacken his grip on her, giving her a perfect getaway. This was a slim margin, she knew, but it was worth a shot.
Along with that, it was like something had clicked in her brain as well. Sage had remembered the counter curse for her terrible silence. Quickly, she mouthed it as fast as she could. It looked odd, her mouth making little twitches, lips moving up and down and no sound emitting from them, but it would still work. After all, how could there be a counter-curse to this if just mouthing the words didn't work? She was finished, and she made the tiniest little peep to reassure herself that it had, making sure it was quiet enough for Chris not to hear. And after she spit in his face, she followed up with a lovely, growling, "You are fucking sick. Get. Off. Me." Sage shoved against him with all her might.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Oct 3, 2010 23:45:55 GMT -5
Chris yanked again, urging to let out a cry of pain. He didn’t just want her too feel the pain but he needed to see that she was hurting. He craved it and watched her face as another button unclasped. He could see her under shirt, and just knowing that he was that much closer, Chris grew impatient and finally just ripped the buttons as he tore at the front of her jacket. He was sure it hurt her arms, the way he yanked at the jacket but he wasn’t concerned with her well-being. Chris just didn’t care enough about her to be concerned.
As he was pushing closer to her body, Sage spit in his face. He watched for a moment, glad that she was doing something to fend him off and simply wiped her spit from his face before yanking at her hair so hard she would have to bend down to keep it from ripping out of her head. Chris could hardly care that she had spit on him, it was more of a control thing. It was not okay that she thought she had a choice here. Chris didn’t care if she was okay with what was happening because as far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter because he was in charge.
“Sage, it hurts that you’re so hostile.. I would think that after everything we have been through, you would be happy to be spending time with time with me” He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was getting husky with his anticipation. He couldn’t help it, Chris was sick. Anyone could tell that he didn’t think like a normal person, but Chris wasn’t aware that something was wrong.
Out of almost no where, Sage was shoving him and cursing at him. This, unlike her spitting on him, pissed him off. Chris’s mouth grew tight as his temper ran away from him and for a moment, he was slightly shocked that she had betrayed him by counter cursing his charm but once she began to shove him Chris lost it. Pulling his hand back, Chris punched Sage in mouth.
“Shut up you fucking whore!” He screamed at her. Normally, a person would fear that a passing bystander would hear him but Chris knew that at this time no one passed by. They were secluded, in the dark in a nearly dead place of Hogesmeade. Chris could torment Sage for hours and no one would come to help her.
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Oct 4, 2010 2:02:50 GMT -5
No later than that was a second button on her jacket was unclasped. Before she knew it, without any warning whatsoever, Chris tore at her jacket, ripping all the buttons clear off her coat. The force was startling, and since she wasn't expecting it, made a huge tug on her arms (which were being held hostage, as the rest of her was) and the muscle spasmed, leaving the bicep part of her arm tingling with pain. It was nothing more than a severe muscle ache, though, and her arms could definitely be used as weapons of defense if it really came down to it.
Sage's head was surging with pain as Chris pulled harder and harder on her hair. She was trying to bend her body while being held up by him at the same time, so as to lessen the pain. A muffled whimper came from her throat as she could feel strands of hair separating from their roots. The situation was unfortunate. Well, in more of a sense than getting jumped in an alleyway. Sage was torn between her helplessness to scream and her instinctual nature to fight back and show courage.
Spitting in his face had done her no good. As a matter of fact, it didn't even seem like it had phased him, like he had been expecting it or something. His words were angering. He knew very damn well that the last thing Sage ever wanted to do in her life again was spend time with him. Actually, to be on the same planet as him, if she wanted to get into specifics. "You're insane." She spat back at him.
Bam. A screaming volt of pain hit her lip and extended throughout her lower jaw, making her let out a yelp. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Sage had never gotten hit in the face before. And since she wasn't expecting it, the motion caught her off guard and sent her flailing off to the side, landing on the cold cobblestone road. The shock of it all left her lying on the ground, too disoriented to comprehend what had just happened. Blood was in her mouth, she could taste it.
A few seconds passed, and she realized she had to get up. Sage began pushing herself up off the street.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Oct 11, 2010 15:22:36 GMT -5
Chris watched her as she flew to the ground, a grin on his face. The fact that he had knocked her clear off her feet pleased him. That she would now know who was in charge excited him. He let out a soft laugh as he bent down to get on his knees next to her. She was in the process of pushing herself up, when chris shoved her back down again with his hand.
It was obviously clear that Chris was more physically able then Sage. Not only was his stature bigger then hers, but Chris took pride in staying in shape. It was something that helped him in his nature of victimizing women. How the hell was he suppose to get them alone if he wasn’t a well built man of good looks?
“Sage” He started in a soft tone. “It would be smart of you to just stay down… The last thing I want to do is leave marks on you but I will if you continue to be so disobedient” Chris took her by the side and turned her over so that she was on her back. He leaned over her, but wasn’t touching her yet. He looked into her face and remembered when they were younger, and biting his lip he thought about the first time he had hurt a women.
She had teased him, tempted him, got him into it then decided it wasn’t what she really wanted? No, Chris was not going to let that happen and as he thought about her crying before he tightened his jaw.
Narrowing his eyes again, Chris moved some hair from her face. “Stop your bitching, or I promise you’ll regret it. Got it?”
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Oct 15, 2010 2:08:44 GMT -5
The side of her face collided with the pavement, reinstating a whole new pain that went rippling through her cut lip and up into her cheekbone. Sage winced at the harsh feeling of it, the cold of the cobblestones against the side of her face. All of the air rushed out of her lungs with the force of him pushing her back, face-down, onto the ground. This left her to let out a gasping sound as she found herself still laying on the hard road of the alleyway. Her eyes watered from the pain, not only physically, but mentally.
In the moments she was pushed down, time froze for her, at least for a few minutes. Sage felt left alone with her thoughts in this odd time flux. She could feel a few tears ripple down her face as she was shoved into the memories of her past. It was like deja vu. This wasn't where she wanted to be right now. In fact, she wished Mindy hadn't come in to do the next shift at all. In fact, she wished her boss would have kept her to work overtime for the night. In fact, Chris would probably still have been out here, lurking, waiting for her to leave.
God, was she really that stupid to walk home by herself in the first place? She had been doing this for months and months on end without a thought or care in the world about it.
Her own mind processes were beginning to dissolve with the sound of Chris' voice. Sage could feel her body going limp. God, she just wanted this to stop. She wanted to go home. She wanted to curled up in her bed, alone, relishing in it for the first time in her life. Chris turned her over and she was face to face with him once more. Another tear slid from her eye and she could feel it trailing down her cheek, echoing with a soft 'plop' on the pavement underneath her.
In response to his question, she neither nodded nor shook her head. Instead, with a hoarse voice, she simply asked, "What do you want, Chris?" As if her question really needed an answer.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Oct 16, 2010 13:58:24 GMT -5
Chris watched her as the tears ran down the sides of face. She wasn't crying in a loud way, but the fact that she was crying made his blood boil for more. Chris removed his own jacket, and as he bundled it up and set it under her head so that she would be more comfortable. The thing about Chris was that he wasn't a hateful person, nor was he a spiteful person but he was certainly an angry person. Unable to control his own impulsive wants and thoughts. He did what he wanted, without thinking about other people or the way they may react. Chris was unaware that people had emotions, because he had none himself.
She talked and Chris grinned for a moment, moving some hair from her face. "Sage, I want you to stop teasing me like the little whore you are.." he said it with a very light and happy tone. As if he was asking how her day was.
Chris tore at her shirt, and groaned in anticipation when he saw her bra. Sage wasn't a very big breasted girl, but Chris liked how small her body was. How she felt under him, and the obvious amount of physical power he had over her. Chris took his hands, and put them over hers, over he head so that the back of her hands were pressed into the cobblestone ground. He held her there, and cowered over her small frame as he bit his lip.
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Post by sage lilith campbell on Oct 16, 2010 14:57:26 GMT -5
Now all of a sudden Chris was balling up his jacket and placing it underneath her head, as if to cushion it. As if to portray himself as some sort of gentleman. As if to make it seem like he wasn't acting like a complete lunatic, holding her down in the middle of a dark alleyway. He was absolutely insane. What the fuck was he doing? His stare on her was unnerving, but she didn't break eye contact with him.
His words angered her, "I'm not a whore." She narrowed her eyes, "I'm certainly not teasing you. I don't want you Chris. I may have made the mistake once of letting you into my life, but not this time. I don't want anything to do with you: your presence, your conversation, your body, none of it." Sage was hoping this would piss him off, hearing how much he wasn't wanted. Half the time girls drooled over him; after all, he was attractive, that was no contest. It was the reason Sage had fallen into his trap in the first place, all those years ago. But she had a feeling her words were going to do no good, just as they always had. After all, she wasn't exactly in the position to be saying no to him, since she really didn't have a choice.
Chris ripped at her clothes some more; she fought back the urge to scream and simultaneously break down and cry, though a few more tears managed to slip through eyes and roll down onto her cheeks. Her face was wet and she could feel remnants of her mascara caking her face, being dragged down with the salty wetness. His groan sickened her. "Stop." Sage called out in a normal, conversational tone. Having no emphasis on it only seemed to make it that more important.
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Post by chris xander stammings on Oct 16, 2010 16:07:29 GMT -5
Why did she insist on talking? Kobby wasn't much of a talker himself, and the fact that she wouldn't shut up was seriously started to bug him. Hadn't he warned her to shut her mouth? He was almost positive he had told her to shut up a while ago, and she still just couldn't get the point. Chris shook his head, a bit dissapointed in her inability to follow such a simple direction. After, he remembered her being a smart girl when they had attended the castle.
"Sage.." He said in a soft tone reaching into his boot. "I do honestly believe, that I have asked you shut up, and yet you continue to babble about things I couldn't care any less about" He brought his hand up, and in it he held a butterfly knife.
Now, Kobby wasn't much for weapons preferring to use his hands, but Sage was being a little bit of a bitch and he figured that if she was going to act like one, he would treat her like one. Chris swung his out in an odd angle only to have the knife respond by the blade appearing from beneath the handle.
Using the blade, he cut the button from her jeans and then pushed the zipper down in a slow teasing way as he watched her. "I would hate to have to use this for more then just the removal of your clothes, but it's up to you.." he responded, using the blade again to cut the material holding her bra together on her chest. As he did so, he made sure to cut just a small cut between her breasts, as sort of a warning.
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