Torture part 1. the prep.

[Icsis of Exuma]

Seething silently, behind the mask of calm that stays ever upon her face, Icsis grabs a vampire that shall not be named, and coldly knocks them out with the lovely cast iron skillet blackened with age and use, that just this morning had held cornbread. Smiling as she works, she slowly attaches heavy duty reinforced steel leg cuffs to the still vampire, and tediously threads the heavy old rust chains through the loops on the cuffs, daintily threading the chains as if she was tying her favorite old shoes, she loops the chains to the wall and through the conveniently placed wall rings. Whistling while she works she lifts the dinner plate sized pad locks and secures the leg chains, pulling them tight and stretching the vampire’s legs far apart, grunting lightly under the strain of the pad locks she mutters and fastens the first set, before following with a second set, just to make sure the bastard cannot move.
Making sure not to leave any slack in the chains she moves on up his body. Walking over to the table where her toys lie in rest she thumbs through the Items until she finds the set of handcuffs she was looking for. Checking the locking mechanisms and the inner spikes she saunters over and lines up the cuff on one wrist, making sure that the inner spikes are lined up to cause the most pain in the inner wrist. Snapping the cuff closed she locks it, and tightens it by turning the ornate silver key, quickly positioning the next cuff she snaps it into place and tightens it with the key until she hears the bones of the wrist start to grind together… opps? Linking the chains through the custom links on the cuffs she chuckles as she links the chains through the loops on the wall. Stretching the vampires arms tight and as far apart as possible she smirks and puts both sets of pad locks in place.
Stepping back she studies the man his head hanging down to his chest, smirking and fixing a cup of tea she sits there to wait for him to wake. Her eyes closing as she listens for that gaspy breath to know that he has woken.

[G Defender]

Groaning lightly, an odd pain circulating in his system, as he cracks open his tired eyes, the dim light painful to his sensitve orbs, as he tries to remember the evening before. Waiting for his eyes to foucs and adjust to the lighting he quriks a brow, and atempts to move his arm to rub lightly at the blearyness of his head. Grunting lightly as the arm refuses to move, he finally comes to. Finding himself staring down the nude expanse of his own body, he ponders if perhaps he didn't pass out during some kind of pleasure, before noting the shackles holding his legs taunt. Lifting his head, and studying his wrists he tugs upon the chains, testing their strength, and their ability to hold. Grunting as the powerful tug of his well muscled arms, with there superior, unhuman strength fail to budge the chains even in the slightest. Shaking his head, he slowly casts his narrow gaze upon the room that seems to be his prison. Barely keeping silent, as his gaze travels about the room. Having the urge to call for help, he barely stiffles it, when his gaze falls upon the small figure, curled in a well worn chair. Eyeing the small creature, female apparently, judging by the dainty feet, and the delicate hands curled about her head as her arms shield the face from view. His thoughts racing to the night before and pretty sure that he hadn't done anything entirely stupid, but not sure where this tiny woman with the sliken looking blond tresses, fits into his previous night. Anger slowly rising into his throat, as he stares at the woman, surely by now after all of the rattling she has began to stir. Stubbornly holding his tongue refusing to be the first to speak, he waits and gently rattles the chains.


(Sorry Icsis it took a while.... and where did the old RP go? did you delete it?))

[Icsis of Exuma]

She stirs quietly her ears listening for the sound that awoke her, finding herself curled in her chair. Her leg slim legs folded neatly underneath her form, and her arms encircling her head to protect her face from view, recognizing the chair as one in the work room she realizes what the sound must have been, the first gasping breath of her new playmate. Not moving a muscle to let him know that she is aware of his alertness, she waits for him to begin. Unable to prevent the smooth curve of her lips, from moving to form a wicked smile, she hears the chains rattling as he moves about trying to test his bonds. Knowing her work is secure, she idly bids her time, entertained at the thought of her work still to come, a work that with out a doubt she enjoys immensely. Mentally taking inventory of the tools in her area, and remembering exactly where they were placed after their last use. Suddenly noting the silence she slowly lifts her head, her nose scenting the air for the smell of the other being. Popping open her cold blue eyes, in a sudden no nonsense fashion she meets his dark gaze, her eyes slipping over his well muscled frame and sliding over the body that shall bleed forth like no other, taking in the apparent soft spots of his skin. Lazily slipping her gaze back up to meet his angry eyes, her smile widens revealing her sharp pointed pearly teeth. Arching an eyebrow as she slowly lifts a finger to tap her bottom lip. "My, my, my, tis a new toy to play with." a smirk crossing her full lips. "Welcome to my humble abode my dear sir, I hope you are finding the accommodations to your liking."Watching the muscles in his arms strain, and bulge as he pulls against the chains she shakes her head. "Welcome to my parlor.' Nodding her head, as if welcoming a guest to her finest room, which indeed it was on of the finest torture chambers.

[G Defender]

Starting lightly at the beauty radiating from the sweet looking face, her gentle looking lips, pink and pale in the dim light, her cheek bones high and chiseled in the hushed tones. Raking his gaze over the face, he ponders how he met this beauty and why she is watching over him. Until her eyes opened, watching the coldest blue gaze open, almost feeling the frigid frost set into his bones at the harshness. Refusing to lower his gaze, he keeps his eyes glued to hers. Listening to her first words he instinctively tugs once again upon his bonds. "Said the spider to the fly. Am I to take it that you are the spider, that shall kill it's mate after business is finished, or am I simply to be food upon your table, my dear lady?' Tilting his head back and noting how she had studied his nude form, raking her delicate frame with his wicked gaze, mentally undressing her, imagining the ripe swell of her soft breasts, the flat expanse of her smooth stomach, and the rich mound of her sensitive woman hood, beneath her garb. Arching a brow back at her, he smirks in complete disregard for his chained form. "My lady, it seems as either I am under dressed, of you are over dressed, perhaps thee shall join me in my present state, to make the accommodations, a bit more lovely than they already are, in this overly pleasant state." A mirthful, and mocking smile slipping over his lips. "My fine lady I have yet to make your acquaintance, shall we have some proper introductions?"