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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 8, 2012 20:53:42 GMT -5
Who was a mad dog if he didn't walk? Alexius was always on the up and up, the out and out. He wandered the grounds of this place in an attempt to get the blood flowing back to his brain. It was a funny thing to do it in a way that wasn't dancing, but there was nothing new to listen to. He'd gotten sick of everything on his phone, and he wasn't about to recoreograph old things. Nope, been there, done that. Even Zumba wouldn't clear his head out enough. Sure, there were things that pulled him out of his funk-- drugs, more drugs, rough sex. It was a matter of finding that last one today.
He'd ravaged quite the adorable creature not long ago, one with big doe eyes and spitting fire. Oh, he was grand. Ace had enjoyed himself quite a bit, and that was something that he could appreciate. He's quaking, eyes burning, ready to get up and get going. The creature was moving with the killer grace that rested in his muscles, exhibiting himself properly. The dark eyed puppy moves with a coarseness, a rawness, and he's willing to show it plain and simple.
And at the same time, he found a craving in his gut. Chocolate. It was something that he could grab himself in the market easily enough. The Greek boy doesn't bother shoplifting, he's no street rat. He can afford whatever the fuck he wants, and it's a bar of Cadbury that he desires. The creature hovers about, eyes scanning the shelves for anything particularly interesting and dangerous... and he wasn't thinking about the food.
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Post by aerin colt endsley on Nov 8, 2012 23:42:42 GMT -5
Ace had been helping Deacon recently to do simple things like rearrange the tools or wash them or clean the slabs. And in turn, he'd been rewarded with a bit more credits than he had before. He was leery walking up to the pharmacy, not wanting to be caught by that horrid boy again. Just when he'd thought the walls he were in was safe, it was proven he wasn't. But he'd be okay, right? He always was. Maybe he'd lost interest of Ace and had gone on to someone else. Bright blue eyes watched the ground as he walked, not daring to look up. There was no telling what was looking at him.
He opened the door, smiling at the girl behind the counter. He started towards the back of the store where they kept the cold stuff. All he wanted was ice cream. Without peanuts. He couldn't have peanuts. He stopped a second to look at a doll, reaching out to touch it before he drew his hand back and hurried to the freezers. The thing was creepy with it's button eyes. He looked around, his eyes not seeing the colors before him as he read the labels. 'Nothing with peanuts..' He thought again, reassuring himself.
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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 9, 2012 0:13:48 GMT -5
Ace is a stalker, a predator, a silent killer. It's something that's been drilled into him, grit and grace. That's what happens when you dance-- things that you didn't have before come into play, things that you had before become more pronounced. His focus has created a monster, a damn good one at that.
It's a certain click of shoes on the tiles that he recognizes. It's tentative, as if it doesn't want t draw attention or leave much of a mark at all. Yup, the perfect prey animal. Ace brings himself on guard, focusing on-- ah! Just the creature he'd been playing with not so long ago, a pretty little thing that put up a grand fight. It's with stealth that he moves his way across the floor, appearing behind the smaller Ace, a hand on the creature's boney hip. His breath is hot in the man's ear without a second thought, growling lowly. "You say one negative word I will beat you so hard you won't remember your damn name."
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Post by aerin colt endsley on Nov 9, 2012 0:27:15 GMT -5
Just when Ace had thought the day couldn't get any worse, that familiar voice was in his ear. And he didn't doubt he would keep his promise. He'd slapped him hard enough the first time. Now there was a freezer to bash his head into. There was no use fighting. Maybe he'd just.. let him go. Ace knew better, but he could hope, right? Maybe if he just went along with it..
"I just want my ice cream.." He said quietly, realizing how close his voice was to a squeak now. He was terrified, could feel his hands shaking and a lump form in his throat. This was straight out of a horror movie. And he hated it. What else could he do? He knew the boy was just going to have his way with him again. And again. And again. And he doubted it would stop. Part of him wanted to just give in and stop fighting. He'd been fighting long enough. But Ace was just as equally Greek as his abuser, and just as equally hard headed.
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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 9, 2012 0:41:03 GMT -5
Ace has hit the jackpot. He'd wound up with chocolate and the little creature that had played himself as too adorable for words... yup. It might have been the sin kicking his already hormone crazed body into overdrive, or it might have been the fact that he simply loved the vulnerability that he saw in the young man's eyes. It was something that drew him in, trapped him up... perfect. His hips grind against Ace's ass, shoving the creature into the freezer.
"Go on, pick something out pet. I've got you." There's a sneaking bit of malice to the tone, a certain slimy film that plays over the words. He'd be making the man pay anyway, all night long.
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Post by aerin colt endsley on Nov 9, 2012 0:47:55 GMT -5
This was slowly developing into the same nightmare as before. He still had bruises from before, his body aching horribly. Maybe it was just the new injection, but he was sure the fact that he'd been mercilessly raped had something to do with it too. He whimpered as he was shoved against the freezer, resting his forehead against the cool glass. It could have been worse, he guessed. Not that it got much worse than this. He closed his eyes, sliding his hands down the door. "It's been scientifically proven a human can't read with their face shoved in glass." He muttered sarcastically. He wasn't going down without a fight, that was for sure. He'd been known to hold his own for awhile before he finally lost. But he wasn't going down so easy this time.
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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 10, 2012 20:32:35 GMT -5
The man grinned to himself, a cruel smirk curling across his lips. The corners of the man's eyes crinkle, a glimmer in those bright, dark eyes. His fingers are rough in the smaller Ace's hair, tugging harshly. He jerks the creature's head back before shoving it forward again, knocking the boy's forehead against the cold glass.
But he lets up, index and middle fingers locking in the creature's back belt loop. Ace's other arm curls around the man's waist, chin sharp on his shoulder. His eyes are glinting, breath hot in the man's ear. "Go on."
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Post by aerin colt endsley on Nov 12, 2012 20:16:33 GMT -5
Ace whimpered in pain as his forehead met the cold glass. His head started to throb. He thought for a moment he could actually see colors. He'd been hit in the head so many times, you'd think it wouldn't bother him. "No." He wanted to shove his hips back into the guy, hopefully knock him back. But he knew if he didn't let go, he'd just shove Ace's hips forward and make him lose his balance. "I'm not hungry anymore.You're enough to ruin an appetite. I don't get food as it is." He complained. He was rarely fed, was slowly becoming intolerable to food.
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