Captured and Delivered (A Prequel to Jay C Phoenix rp)
Apr 29, 2023 14:32:24 GMT -5
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Post by NovaSkye on Apr 29, 2023 14:32:24 GMT -5
(Events directly after the 4/21/23 Friday Night Fury... Prequel to Jay C. Phoenix upcoming roleplay)
Nova floats blissfully along in a place where all her troubles are gone. It felt like a cloud, soft and cushiony, allowing her to just drift along in a world of no worries. She hadn't felt this relaxed in quite some time now. She stretches languorously, her limbs feeling weightless in this wonderful dreamland. She wanted to stay here as long as she could, giving her mind some ease from all her troubles. Here she was free to think about things she loved. Nice things. Like sitting in front of the ocean during a sunset. Wrapping up in a fuzzy blanket with a good book. A yummy pasta dinner. Playing fetch with Charlie.
Charlie.
Good feeling gone.
Nova returns to herself with a virtual thump, her soft and fluffy cloud turning hard and unyielding firmness under her belly as she sways to and fro. She opens her eyes, seeing the ground moving under her, slowly realizing she was still on the shoulder of Jay. C Phoenix, her memory returning up until the point she had been knocked out. Her stomach sinks. They had her now.
She begins to struggle.
A hard smack on her rump tears a slight yelp from her throat, the hand returning to become a steel bar across her. She subsides as he comes to a stop. She was good and trapped here.
Where was here?
She twists her neck, trying to get a feel for her surroundings.
Dirt. She was surrounded by dirt. The floor, the walls... what were those glowy things over there?
She doesn’t have time to look, as the world spins on its axis and she is upended, being tumbled off of Jay’s shoulder to land ungracefully in the dirt at his feet with a thump. She scrambles to her knees, casting a narrow eyed glare at Jay. With a low growl, she starts to lurch to her feet, ready to fling herself at him, when a voice stops her dead in her tracks.
"Nova Celeste Skye. Daughter of mother Rainbow Rene Reid and father James Arran Skye. One brother, Orion Altair Skye.”
Nova slowly turns, her body following her gaze as she seeks out the source of the voice. It skips over the large, gently glowing glassed cases, not focussing on their contents, until her eyes alight on a large stone, carved into an ornate, yet masculine throne set back against the far wall. There were four floor lamps behind it, casting a backlight onto it, causing her to squint just to be able to see the massive form of a man seated on the throne. Nova stops, facing him, the outline of the unknown owner of the voice. She offers him a scowl, trying to subdue the sudden thundering of her heart.
“Who the hell are you?”
"Who 'the hell' am I? Petulant girl, I am your new Master. I am the Lord to whom you shall bow in reverence. I am the Devil from whom you shall cower in fear. I am your God. And that is all you need, until I TELL you what more to know."
Nova can’t suppress the snort of disbelief that escapes her. She boldly takes a few steps towards the throne, ignoring the prickle along her spine, unable to help the words flooding from her mouth.
“I am owned by nobody. I bow to nobody. Nor do I cower. You know my name, but nothing more about me it seems. What an almighty God you are.” she mocks, tilting her head sassily.
The right arm of the man on the throne raises, index finger extending to point beyond Nova.
"Why is the dog loose?"
Nova spins, her eyes wide and seeking, frantically looking around. She could see nothing beyond Arcana and Phoenix. What….
Two swift and heavy footfalls behind her serve as her sole alarm. She moves to pivot in place before a massive hand wraps an iron grip just below her skull and effortlessly lifts her from her feet, bolts of pain shooting from the vertebrae in her neck down her spinal column and into her extremities, her eyes widening, jaw dropping, in shocked agony. A low whimper escapes as she attempts to struggle, then learns the folly of it as more pain streaks through her tortured nerves. She unwillingly subsides, her mind racing for a plan.
"You modern women; so full of defiance, of arrogance, believing yourselves invincible, fooling yourselves into believing you are in any way equal to men. You are weak. Stupid. …Inferior. You shall bow before your new God, young one. With but the proper application of pressure–" John squeezes, Nova gasps in pain, a gasp cut short as he continues to squeeze. "--I could paralyze you. With the proper tools, I could cut out your tongue or apply the archaic yet effective methods of lobotomy. I could FORCE you to show the proper respect by removing your will. But what kind of God does this? I want your reverence, your respect, of your own volition. Like Arcana, you will become….mine.”
He releases her, allowing Nova to drop to the dirt in a heap. Frye beams, amused at the scene from his position next to the rock throne, while Arcana coldly stares down at Nova, flicking a glance to John then back to Skye, jealousy written on her face, and Jay, facial expression unreadable behind the mask, merely looking on.
"Now.. Kiss my feet."
Nova lays at his feet, hands to her throat, audibly wheezing as she struggles to get air into her oxygen starved lungs. She curls up, her only response to his demand a baleful eye cast up at his face as her lips slowly lose their blue-ish tinge. Her stormy hazel eyes lock with the dark brown, nearly black ones of her captor, observing his harsh visage, partially covered in a thick, heavy, dark beard as he towers over her from a momentous height. She starts to speak, only a croak emerging. She swallows, tries again, the single word emerging weak and raspy.
“No.”
The left corner of Arcana's lips raises him a wicked lopsided and expectant grin, Frye's eyes widen in shock. Phoenix's masked visage, along with his shoulders, dip ever so slightly, nearly imperceptibly.
"I expected as much," John replies before gifting Nova with a solid kick to her ribs. Arcana exhales almost erotically while Frye wipes the corner of his mouth, grinning, as if drooling. "Nathan."
"Yes my Lord?"
"Fetch the dog."
Without a word, Frye bustles quickly out of frame, the creaking of a steel door sounding before it slams shut. John peers down at Nova, placing his right boot onto the spot on her ribs he'd just laid into, eliciting yet another gasp of pain from the American Champion and a low chuckle from John, before he removes his boot.
Moments later, the creaking of the door as it opens, the clanking of a thick iron chain and the bestial snarling and snorting of Charlie.
Except it wasn't her Charlie anymore.
The tripod strained against the heavy chains binding his neck, his black and tan coloring the only testament to the dog she had once known. The fur on his spine gave way to a ridge of sharp spikes from nape to tail. His sides, seemingly armor plated, their texture crocodilian in nature, heavier at the bottom to protect his belly. His body seemed so much bigger, bulging with muscles all the way down to his paws. His paws themselves, equipped with razor sharp talons, retracting in and out. The backs boasted an extra long curving one, reminiscent of a velociraptor. His tail, no longer curled, it swayed behind him, the end weighed with a spiked ball. His ears were gone, long curved horns settled at the temples in their place. His snout was elongated, double rows of sharp teeth lining the drooling maw. His fangs hung over his lower lip, showing clearly even when his mouth was shut. A forked tongue darted out, scenting the air as he struggled to get to Nova. Twin pits on the top boasted that he had venom at the ready. But worst of all… were his eyes.
They were no longer the gentle chocolate hue, glowing an eerie yellow instead. Slit pupils almost nonexistent were set into the cold, dead base.There was only one emotion in them.
Rage.
A keening wail fills the room, and Nova is startled to realize it has come from her.
She struggles to her feet, swaying unsteadily as she looks at what used to be her precious pup, now a creature whose only intent is to kill her.
Tears sting her eyes as her stomach roils, threatening to rebel as she struggles in vain not to gag. She dry heaves once, twice, almost ending up back on her knees,… swallowing hard against the bile that rises in her throat. “Charlie…” The faintest of whimpers, laced with anguish.
"Oh no, my dear, Charlie no longer…. My hellspawn beast, the result of years of research and weeks of experimentation, his name is Vile. Don't be shy, say hello."
Nova continues to stare at the reptilian monster, the spark of light fading from her eyes. She seems to droop, her body sagging slightly, her very essence screaming defeat. A sigh, her lids closing, her eyelashes a heavy dark fringe against the pallor of her cheeks. A tear trembles on the end before losing its battle and dropping, the floor greedily sucking it into oblivion.
"Your pathetic show of emotion reveals just how weak you truly are. But if you must cry, save your tears for what's to come. Now, KNEEL….and BOW before me."
Nova slowly turns to face John. She slowly approaches him, coming to a stop before him, her head bowed submissively.
Frye's tight grin becomes a toothy smile of pure amused victory. Arcana appears a bit disappointed…as if she had hoped Nova would demand further punishment. And still, Phoenix remains visibly unreadable.
Nova's throat works as she swallows. She tilts her head back to look at him, her lip quivering for a second.
Then her chin comes up defiantly.
And she spits in his face.
Arcana starts in rage.
"You BITCH!"
"PUNISH her, my Lord," Frye exclaims with glee as Vile begins barking and pulling at his chain to attack Skye!
Phoenix looks slightly away as John glances at Arcana and Frye for a fraction of a second before–
WHAM!!
–snapping back to Nova with an unhinged right handed punch dead-on to her face, knocking her clear off her feet. Her nose, broken, and upper lip, split, immediately begin to bleed. John wipes the spittle from his face and advances with Frye and Arcana both laughing. Phoenix turns away and takes his leave, John noticing before returning his attention back to the fallen Nova.
"I have so much to introduce you to, Nova Skye. So many experiences. So much agony. Tortures of the damned. You will be broken. There is nothing you can do to prevent it. And if you should somehow prove unbreakable….you will die. Arcana, put her in her cell for now. Nathan, return Vile to his kennel then see to Phoenix. He requires another dose."
Arcana approaches Nova and grasps her roughly around the upper arm, digging her nails cruelly into her tender flesh. Nova obeys docilely, the only giveaway the flinty flash in her eyes, and the smirk on her rapidly swelling lips, still spilling blood down her chin. She swipes it away, giving John another stare filled with hate before she allows herself to be led from the room, knowing the folly of more at the moment.
