[It was an early evening, and he was already bored. Sitting in his chair he watched the scene he had ordered played out before him, a different tale yet so similar to everything he has done before. All of the women he had played with were the same. All pretty, yet without feeling, without proper emotion, without the strength and will to live that he desired.
Simply playing with these women had become a bore, each day seemed the same. Many of the stories he had read showed some intellect, but it was nothing like he wanted. He found women’s books were filled with the prospect of romance, which made it easy for him to latch onto them and make them do his will.
Picking up a book to the side of him, he placed his glasses upon his face, from where he had been twisting them in his hand. Opening the novel, he was about to read, when a knock at the door occurred.
“Enter” his voice sounded harshly, a different tone of a deeper kind to the light and free voice he used when encountering human females.
As the door opened, he saw the straggled face of the demon halfbreed standing before him, weak in both mind and body. Stepping into the room, the small thin man stood before him, bowing deeply at the face of the ruler.
“M..Master Alpha, I hope you enjoyed the woman I bought you.” stuttering he looked up, afraid that he did not prove himself to be useful, and even more afraid of the consequences if he did not.
“Ah you mean the brunette woman? Yes she was interesting...” Looking at his nails he paused.
“Really? Thank you Master thank you!” Bowing repeatedly his eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.
“Yes, but she wasn't what I wanted.” Lifting his hand he waved slightly at the door where two guards waited. With a hint of amusement one walked into the room and picked up the little man by his thin hair and walked out of the room. The other guard bowed as the walked behind, and slammed the doors, leaving only the whisper of screams through the doors as the man met his fate.
Lifting his book up again, he opened it to the start. The title on the front page reading:
Deformities Of The Human Body
Opening it up, he started to read all of the information on different genetic problems some people may have or encounter during their lifetime. After a while of reading about different ones, he came across something that people could be born with.
Becoming more interested, he leaned in closer to the book, his eyes brightening with cruelty as he thought about the possibilities of a woman with this form.
Finishing the written piece, he leant back up, standing and picking up his black cloak, and begun to walk towards the door, calling for one of his servants.
During these happenings, a woman named Raven lay under a car with a spanner in her hand. Whistling one of her favourite tunes, she slid out from under the vehicle and sat up. Her white tee was coated in some black and brown smudges from the cars oil and dirt, but she was happier than normal. Today she was working alone, without all the guys surrounding the garage and staring at her. It had always been the same since she joined.
Rubbing her hands off on a grubby strip of material, she leaned through the cars window and turned it on. Buzzing the engine slowly lifted the car a metre off the ground. Smiling to herself, she went to the logs and marked it in as a fixed job.
After 3 years of working in the same place, she still felt outcast from the others, still felt better if they weren't around. Being their boss just gave them more things to have against her.
Turning and looking out the window she saw a woman about the same age as her, wearing a low cut dress that showed off her chest. Placing her hand over her flat chest, her eyes wavered. Thoughts of her previous problems flashed through her mind, all the taunts and jokes made at her expense. It had always been difficult for her growing up. Her androgynous meant that people didn't see her as a woman, despite the fact that she was one, and that she felt like one.
Turning around she picked up the box of tools and took them round the back of the garage on her way home for the day.
Later that night, a young man appeared outside her door. His hair shone a deep blonde, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Perfect pale skin shone in the light, and a dangerous smile played on his lips. Stepping towards the door, he knocked heavily. Listening to the footsteps coming closer. Switching his smile for a look of love, he waited for the door to open.
“Yes?” Opening the door was a sturdy female with her hair ruffled, her top was grubby with oil and her beige bottoms baggy, on the carpet her feet were bare.
Surprised at the strange scene and the strange women before him, his eyes widened and his answer was slower than usual.
“I..Ah. I've seen you around before, and I wondered if you would like to go out with me?” Staring into her eyes, he softened his look. Watching her watch him with a look of curiosity.
“I find it weird that you are asking me out. I find it weirder that not only have I never seen you round before, but also that you know where I live. So no, I would not like to.” Taking a step back she went to shut the door. It was almost closed when a foot was in the way and stopping it from moving.
The next second the door flew back on its hinges, flying out of her hands. While the young man stepped forward into the hall as she took another step back, his appearance seemed to be changing, twisting. The skin on his hands switching, seeming red in the pure white light, his hair changed to black.
“I take it your not coming willingly. That seems to be a first for me.” Shutting the door behind him, he grabbed her arm.
“Don't worry, your work thinks your on holiday.”
Then they disappeared from the hallway.
Re-appearing in a high ceilinged room, the man had evolved entirely. All of his body was now a deep red, and his hair longer and a pure black. Surrounding the room were a collection of large men, all in black full suits and masks. Each of them seemed blankly faced, all with the same posture, same body size, each of them looking and seeming exactly the same, like a reflection. Eight of them went around the edges of the octagonal room.
In the man’s arms lay Raven, weary from the travel, she wasn't used to it. Multi-dimensional travel was something that took people years to develop.
Above in a room looking down was Alpha, although all he could see was the back of her head. Tapping on the glass twice, he was bored and tired of waiting. After reading up about her genetic difference, he had ordered one of his servants to go and find one for his entertainment, but he needed one that was stronger. It was strange that this one had refused him, it was rare that happened.
Down below the red skinned menace smiled up at the one way glass and waved a tinted sheet of cloth in front of Ravens face, causing her to wake up, or so he thought it would.
To start with it didn't seem to work, until she jumped up from him and kicked him in the stomach causing him to double over. Yet only for a few moments seconds later he stood up again smiling.
Leaning back, Alpha waited for the normal thing to happen, waited for her to back down, fall over or something of that kind.
Standing up straighter, Raven simply stood in a fighting stance. Slowly the red skinned man got closer, without moving his feet. As he came close enough he lifted out his thin red arm and went to stroke the side of her face. Except he got hit in the face with a wrench just before he could.
Leaning forward Alpha watched the girl fight back from behind, it was extremely rare for anyone to fight once, let alone continue even though it was a lost cause. You are unable to fight or harm those who are already dead.
Walking forwards Raven advanced on the creature in front of her. As he jumped towards her she twisted to the side, turning directly towards the one sided glass behind which the Master sat. Staring straight into the glass she had no idea that she was staring straight into his eyes.
As he sat there he watched her, staring straight back at her. He was unable to think or feel anything, everything went silent, until he saw the red skinned creature creeping up behind her, at which point he shouted to the people to stop the game, and bashed on the glass repeatedly, displaying more physical activity than he had to the public in his area in years.]
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[Awakening, Raven leant on her elbow on a cold floor. Although she was on a threaded mat, she could still feel the cold stone beneath her. Leaning out her hand, she felt the hard floor, it's rough edges were sharp, piercing her skin where it had become hardened from years of hard labour. Either side of her were walls, made of the same material, yet smooth, with a thin pattern engraved into them. Looking to her right she noticed a bed of which the covers had been pulled off, tucking and twisting themselves around her, tucking her into a deep cocoon. Trying to twist her way out of the area, she noticed her spanner residing on a little table next to her head.
Picking it up she felt the comforting wear and tear on it, and held it in her hands, her fingers fitting into the little nooks. Standing up she noticed that she was wearing new clothes, identical to her old ones. Looking around she noticed that all the room had was a shelf, a little table and a bed. The door was on the right, standing large in the small room. Stepping to it she tried to open it, but found no luck, looking around the door there was no handle embedded in the light wood. Turning to the little mahogany table she hit it repeatedly with the spanner, relinquishing some of her frustration of being trapped.
Hearing a noise behind her she spun, the door seemed to be vibrating from something beyond it. Leaning her ear against it she heard the sound of machines whirring and gears turning. Sinking into the sound, she found herself transported to normality inside her mind, where she was back in the garage fixing cars.
Sinking into her mind, she was just envisioning her normal, or as normal as her life got, daily routine, when the door opened and she feel into the arms of one of the coated and masked men, or men as far as she knew.
Being lifted up, she wondered where she was going, what she was doing, and how she ended up in that room. Thinking back all she could remember was staring into the glass, and feeling the presence of someone there. After that all she could think of was the scarlet skin of the man, his twisted face and soft yet rough skin. The thought of him taunted her, haunting her thoughts and demolishing her dreams.
Snapping back into reality, she payed more attention to where she was going. Unable to see properly over the tick arms of the creature carrying her, and unable to see his face, she had no idea what was happening, where she was going, or what her fate was.
Waiting in the room she was headed was Alpha, he sat in his main chair towards the end of the room, much of his library sat next to him. On his left was one of his most loyal servants, once again in a changed appearance due to the wish of his master. While Alpha sat in his chair high above him, leaning forward with his fingers pressed together in a scheming yet depressive position, he sat on a cushion on the floor, wondering what had happened to change him so. It wasn't often that he was asked to change his appearance once the woman had been caught, he normally had all the fun he wished with them afterwards. This time though, the master had seemed almost uneasy about allowing this woman type creature to view him in his natural form again.
Pricking his longer ears he spotted the noise of heavy footsteps, and the sound of shuffling in arms, turning towards Alpha, he smiled greedily.
“Master, they are coming.” Lifting his head, his eyes glinted. The only thing he was unable to change the identity and the mood of.
“Keep your head Down Lucias. We don't want to scare our little guest...Just yet.” The last words seemed forced and out of character, but for the better judgement he was silent and placed his head down, watching the pale skin on his hands shimmer in an inhumanly beautiful way. Brushing the deep black hair out of his face.
Leaning into the creatures arms, she felt them somehow comforting compared to what was meant to come. Leaning in, she breathed and closed her hands tightly around her spanner. It contained more dents than usual due to her encounter with the table. It felt more damaged and twisted than it ever had before, the table had proven to be harder than she had expected. Breathing in she gathered her strength internally, breathing in and out at a careful pace, making sure that she kept her heartbeat still. Hearing doors open, she uncurled herself, landing crouched and poised as she was dumped on the ground by the creature, who immediately retreated and went backwards into the door way, where it proceeded to shut a pair of large black doors encrusted with red and gold vines twirling their way up.
Looking up form her current poised position, she searched around the room, the only people were two of the black clad creatures standing by the doorway like boulders, and two smaller figures at the end of the room. The higher of the two was clad in red with a black cloak sweeping round the back of the chair. The other was kneeling on a cushion, shiny black hair fell down his forehead, for a moment she was mesmerised by the shine, before she noticed the tiny patch of red poking out from the top of his shirt, a small patch, but one she recognised immediately as the creature that had caught her.
Pushing herself up she held herself up and poised, walking proud and fearless towards the two figures ahead of her. Standing still only a few steps in front of them, she waited for the main creature to look up. When he didn't she cleared her throat and spoke clearly to him, her head high.
“I don't know who you are, what you want with me, or why your little red devil thing tried to kill me. But I need to get out of here.” Going forward one step, she watched the creature.
“Well done on recognising Lucias, not many people are able to when he is in another form. I'll find out later how you found that out. But for now...” Lifting his head she first saw his coy smile on his pale skin, blending in a shade of pale violet, the only thought that passed through her head was of the little palm violet sweets, one of her favourite things, unliked by most, but in perfect context with her. Clicking herself back, she blinked harshly to avoid herself slipping into another world of contentedness.
As the creature lifted it's head, she stared at it as its pale skin was revealed. Coated by a shield of thick hair, it's eyes were closed. Hers burned into his eyelids, willing him to open them so she could stand strong against him. This he could sense, her gaze and her stare. Trying to will himself not to, he slowly opened them to suit her will, he was unable to stop himself doing so. Staring at him, she tried to be stubborn by dispelling the sudden wave that overcame her. Alpha himself was mesmerized, he was unable to look away, unable to move, unable to command what he was meant to.
The silence continued for a large space of time long enough that Lucias looked up momentarily, just long enough to see them staring at each other. Swinging his head down, he hoped that the Master had not noticed.
Turning away from her, Alpha turned toward Lucias,
“Disobeying orders Lucias?” Looking down towards the cushion on which he sat, he waited for an answer.
“Master Alpha, you said that I must keep my head down to avoid her being nervous of me, to stop her from noticing me. She already knew who I was when she walked in. Therefore me lifting my head would not make her any more nervous.” This was not the first time he had tried to make his ay out of punishment.
“Either way you have still disobeyed orders directly, and you are unable to disobey me in public.” Clicking his fingers one of the guards came and took him.
“Make sure he can come back.” Walking out of the room with Lucias, he did not struggle against the creature carrying him. It wasn't the first time he had tried to get out of punishment, but it was the first that he hadn't succeeded. There was something different about this strange woman, something that had triggered a reaction in his Master, and he was determined to find out what it was.
Standing up from his chair, Alpha stepped down and walked over to Raven in such a way it made him look like he was floating across the smooth marble floor.
“Im sorry for his interruption, I've never seen him disobey orders directly before. At least not in the presence of company.” His voice floated over her like silk, despite the harshness and the power floating in it and weaving itself around him. Yet being stubborn, she held her ground.
“I wouldn't call myself a guest as much as a prisoner.” She stood straight, her legs apart in a position of readiness and power.
“well then, I'll have to make sure your begin to feel welcome.” Looking into her eyes, he clicked his fingers once again for service.]
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It was her third night, and she was living in luxury. Surrounding her were gears and tools that she would have never believed that she would ever have in her possession. Everything that surrounded her was richer and more amazing than she could have ever believe she would be involved in. Unfortunately, all of this mean that she was being kept prisoner against her will, she fell of the most difficult bed every night, and that she woke up with a thumping headache from the high altitude of which she was staying at.
Waking up early for the third morning in the row, her head ached. Rolling herself up off the cold stone floor, she shouted out towards the guard outside her door.
“Thanks for putting mats out for me. Again.” Groaning loudly she stood up, holding her head as her brain thudded against her skull. Looking outside of the window, Raven looked down, to where the giant gap sat between her and the ground. The ground that was below was jagged and rough, some spikes visible poking up from the deep golden sand. Leaning out, she thought once again about jumping, and releasing herself from this extravagant hell in which she had been placed. Where she could hear women being tortured, but nothing was happening to her.
Stepping over to the bed, she thudded back onto the bed. Her larger frame indenting the bed as she sat down and breather out deeply. Wondering what the future had in store for her, whether in the next few weeks or the next few hours.
Just a few rooms away from her sat Alpha, perched in his chair. Watching yet another scene play before him for his entertainment. But today he was not amused. The thought of their pain no longer amused him, although he was still indifferent to their feelings, he felt a little sorrow for them, or as much as he could for someone who knew nothing of the feeling. As a woman below was taunted by Lucian, the little demons red skin glowing lightly in the bright florescent lights of the arena, he sat bored in his chair, his long black jacket flowing down the edges of his chair, and waving in the light breeze that surrounded him.
Leaning forward onto his elbows, he placed his face in his palms. Breathing deeply he got up out of his chair, waving his hand to one of the guards beside the edge of the window, he walked past.
“Stop it, I'm bored.” As he continued to walk past out of the viewing area, a large buzzer went of within the arena, causing Lucian to look up in surprise, staring at the glass to where his Master was meant to be, but no longer retired in.
Allowing the woman to drop to the floor, he walked to the wall and pressed it, causing a section of the wall to slide open. Walking out, he clicked his fingers, two guards followed him out, while two others placed on the surrounding walls walked forward towards the woman lying on the floor to remove her.
Walking quickly down the hallway, Alpha held his forehead in his palm. Wondering what was becoming of him. Constantly his head had been aching ever since Lucian had bought the girl to his place of serenity. The constant trying of her being in his head, and him trying to remove her without success, so far he had tried almost everything to stop it.
“Except murder.” Muttering to himself, his thought were dark and dreary, caused by little sleep, the pain and boredom.
“Master Alpha!” Lucian's voice echoed down the long hallway. Spinning around Alpha turned to face him, his face was drawn and darkened by moods.
“What is it Lucian, I am not in the mood for this currently.” Turning back around he continued to walk the direction in which he was headed, towards his quarters where he was planning on relaxing on his bed with a cool drink.
“Well, I just thought that the Lady Raven had been cooped up in that little room for two days. Weren't you planning on having a meal with her, or allowing us to play with her?” Flowing his voice was light and cheerful, which burned deep into Alpha, unfortunately what burned deeper was his words.
“NO. You will never be playing with her. EVER. Understand?” His voice bellowed, physically strong and showing.
Un-fazed, Lucian walked began to walk backwards to where he had come from to continue his work. Keeping his cheerful tone, he shouted to his Master.
“I'll sort out a dinner then.” Turning and jogging back down the hallway, he disappeared round a corner.
That evening, the door on Ravens door was unlocked. Looking up from her mechanical work, she watched as Lucian stepped into her room. Her hand tightening around her spanner, she stood up..
“Do not worry, I'm not here to play games. Master Alpha requested you have dinner with him, and that you wear this.” Laying down a garment in a bag on the bed, he smiled and bowed slightly, backing out of the room.
Once she was sure he was gone and that the door was locked, she stepped over to the garment bag and unzipped it. Inside was a short white dress, lifting it up, she looked at the strange fabric, so flimsy compared to the thickness of her combats.
A knock came from the outside of the door, and Lucian's voice floated through the gap.
“Make sure you wear it, you have ten minutes to get ready.” As she listened she heard his whistles echo as he walked down, away from the room.
Sighing, she started to change, there was no point in arguing, she knew they were probably going to kill her anyway.
Waiting in the large main room with the high ceiling and the detailed outlines was Alpha, he sat at one end of a long thin table, decorated extravagantly with a wide range of foods. Turning to Lucian he seemed confused.
“Are you sure this is all necessary Lucian?” Although he said it harshly, there was a note of nervousness in his normally emotionless voice.
“Master trust me, it is perfect.” Stepping backwards into the shadows, he smiled cunningly as he heard the doors open.
In walked Raven, accompanied by two guards. Wearing a white short sleeved dress seemingly cut shorter by something slightly blunt. The sleeves of the dress had also been cut off. The whole dress had been destroyed from it's natural Victorian style beauty that the Master so loved. Half expecting Alpha to outburst, he turned to look at him, but all he found was a gaping fool staring at the chestless woman in the torn and tattered dress in front of him.]
