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Post by asher finnegan selwyn on Feb 21, 2013 12:43:16 GMT -5
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IF YOU'RE LOST AND ALONE, OR YOU'RE SINKING LIKE A STONE, CARRY ON.
he felt like he couldn't move.
a groan left his cracked lips as he tried to sit up, but he couldn't even see. in another instant, he realized that he sounded muffled and unlike himself. furrowing his brow, asher tried to push himself up, but his body wouldn't respond. his entire being felt like it was asleep, in that tingly stage that shot needles up and down your hands and legs. uncomfortable, he tried yet again, in vain, to stand, but it was in that moment that clarity reached him.
he was tied up. he had a gag tied around his mouth. he couldn't see, but it wasn't because he had a blindfold on. it was just insanely dark and while asher didn't mind the dark, the position that he was now in led him to a mild version of panic. feeling absolutely sick to his stomach, his foggy mind slowly started to allow him to think about what had just happened. they had gone to the zoo. it was an outing that kahlan had wanted to go out on and it was an excuse to get him out of the house. he had been holed up into his room for far too long and even lennox had started noticing his absence. apparently the family had made an executive decision without asher's knowledge, and he was thrown into the plans without even being questioned. but the fresh air had done him some good, despite the endless bickering between finn and kahlan. it was a relief to get out of his stuffy bedroom, it was a relief not to be ducked over the toilet for hours on end after a chemo treatment. he had relished in it, for a little while. and then everything had changed.
mayhem instilled, and asher and finn and kahlan were victims to the animals that were wandering crazily around the zoo. asher had stepped forward to shield kahlan from whatever beast decided to amble their way, but she had been grabbed first. seeing the barrel of a gun held up to his sister's head was not something that asher ever wanted to see. it had turned his tainted blood cold, it had churned his nauseous stomach. he couldn't allow anything to happen to her, so he had offered himself up. what was the point anyway? if anya was intent on taking one of them, if she really wanted to carry on with the kidnapping, it was prudent and practical that she take the sick one. asher didn't want to think it, but sometimes he couldn't stop it. he was going to die anyway so it wouldn't be a waste of a life. while he wished he could slowly waste away in the comfort of his own home, if it happened this way, it happened this way.
shaking those thoughts from his mind, he tried making conclusions about his surroundings. he simply could not see a damn thing, so he tried his best to quell his racing heart. keeping a brave face, asher moved his hands, trying to get feeling back into them. he felt like his body was made of lead, but he carried on, wiggling his fingers, wiggling his feet around. once he seemed to get some sensation back, he relaxed a bit. his slender muscles tensed as he sat up, trying to push himself to his feet to see if the chair was stuck to the ground. to his dismay, it was. but these were the russians. this was anya. of course she wouldn't put him somewhere in which he could escape. suddenly exhausted, asher flopped back into the chair. he didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation.
but kahlan was safe. his sister was safe and that was all that mattered to him.
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Post by anya czarina petrova on Feb 25, 2013 18:30:49 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] It's a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth ; believe Dragging a Selwyn back to the waterfront was nowhere listed on her plan of attack, it was too foolish of a move for her to consider into then plan. Now, it played to the sound of a different tune than the one she imagined, she had a Selwyn bound and gagged in a chair across the room from her. Her irritation was high, but it was reflecting on her choice to bring him to this building over the better choice of dumping him along the roadside. She couldn’t begin to explain her reasoning, because the more she had to think on the time she knew there wasn’t any thought, she reacted to the situation around her. She should have left him there to assist her sister and friend, but she brought him alone. Despite the darkness around them, she and Asher, she faced his direction, listening as her fingers brushed along the cold blade between her fingers. Her fingers twitched in desire to throw it at this man, for it to him square between the eyes, but she withheld from giving into the urge. She was waiting to hear word from her solider, to know if he carried out his orders that she put upon hm.
One would be entirely too lucrative in the sum of five million dollars when they received the payoff in lieu of a woman’s safety. She wasn’t a greedy person but she knew the importance of a dollar and having millions of them. It could cripple the woman’s company, but she knew it wouldn’t at all. When that Murphy woman was selling mansions worth 13 million, she knew she could afford five million. Only time would tell if that assumption held true, with the power down there was no communication between herself and Konstantine. She wouldn’t know if he killed the CEO and his right-hand man capturing the innocent girl in the process until the time passed. She trusted Konstantine and it was a dangerous knowledge, because he could turn against her, anyone could turn their backs on her. She was a self-efficient woman and she didn’t need anyone to help her, but she chose to surround herself in equals. She didn’t need love to be strong, she needed equals. She needed to be surrounded people that understood that this life is lonely, it’s cold, it’s difficult, and there was no love for the monster.
She would spit on someone’s love if they ever tried to weaken her.
She listened to his stirring, the recognition that he was trapped, bound, tied to a chair and gagged in the mouth. He could have been able to see if there was natural light pouring into the room, but it was pitch back, a blinding dark with the shades and dark curtains drawn. She stood from her seated position and moved from behind the desk to take out the gag from his mouth, deciding that conversation would be best to past the time She had plans for him, but not until she could use all her resources in the light. She leaned against the desk, legs crossing over another as she flicked open a lighter, holding down then lever to produce a flame. She put the tip of the blade of the knife into the heat, allowing the blade to warm and slowly glow an orange color. The dim light that flames cast illuminated her face as she was zoned into her current task to pass the time. She hated failure, if Konstantine failed than he was of no use to her, but she knew with the choking sense of victory that she had made her point on her own terms. Taking the youngest Selwyn proved her daring and able to fight back their leader, Connor. She wasn’t out to start a war, she was out to enjoy her time.
Moving forward, she dropped the lighter and extinguished the flame as she pressed the heated blade against Asher’s face. She hated the martyr-type and she didn’t take him for one until his actions prior in the day. If it had been her brothers, they would have been left to die. Family was strong, but she separated the blood ties and saw them as just another cardboard cutout – if she needed them to be injured than they were nothing she couldn’t see to replace.
“You take me for a fool – you’re sicker than you seem. You want to die here and I can make that happen. Consider it a mercy killing, if you will.” She snarled pressing the blade town his face, cutting the skin of his lips deeply before leaning in to kiss the bloodied lips, a pain she created, a blossoming wound to scar forever. “Yet, we’ll spend some time together first before we cross that bridge.”
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Post by asher finnegan selwyn on Feb 26, 2013 14:00:31 GMT -5
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IF YOU'RE LOST AND ALONE, OR YOU'RE SINKING LIKE A STONE, CARRY ON.
asher's eyes were quickly adjusting to the darkness around him, thanks to the years of training that he had put himself through under the irish mafia. being a police officer had its uses as well and as he was slowly coming to, he was trying to study his surroundings. it didn't help that it was so dark but he could make out shadows. and the one shadow that caught his attention was not someone that he wanted to see.
anya was standing right in front of him, flicking a lighter on. the flame drew his gaze immediately and he watched as the blade in her other hand heated under her ministrations. he was a member of the irish mafia. he knew what a torturing session looked like and he knew what she was capable of with just that small instrument to aid her. his blood ran cold as he imagined the pain she was about to put him through but he swallowed his fear. he was a selwyn. he would not soil the name more than he already had by being tainted in the way that he was. taking a deep breath, he moved his jaw quickly when the gag was removed, shaking his head slightly to clear the rest of the fogginess from his mind. his eyes never left that heated blade and he followed it as she walked closer to him, grabbing his face so that he couldn't move.
her touch felt like fire because of his illness and his skin broke out in a sweat as he desperately tried to control his pain. his eyes flashed with the agony but he refused to cry out. instead, he clenched his jaw powerfully, his teeth grinding together as he stomached his pain. but it didn't relent, for she didn't stop touching him. his skin felt like he was being pricked with a thousand needles, his body ached in complaint from being tied up in this chair, and his stomach felt like it was about to empty at her feet. struggling with himself, he looked up at her as she spoke to him, her voice sounding louder because of the silence around them. the heated blade was on his skin in an instant and he let out a sharp breath from the pain of it. trying his best to keep his cries at bay, he clenched his teeth so hard he felt like his jaw was going to break. instinctively he tried to pull away from her, he tried to free his face from her grasp, but he was too weak and she had the upper hand. if he had been healthy, at his peak of fitness, he would have been able to pull away from her easily. it was because of the simple fact of men were anatomically stronger than women.
but that was not the case and asher was left to suffer in silence as she spoke. her words distracted him for only a moment, until she cut the knife into his lips, burning and slicing him simultaneously with the added pressure. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he cried out loudly, his sound breathy and pained. trying to tug his head away from her as he tasted the blood in his mouth, he felt his lips throb, his face throb, and then she kissed him. utterly revolted, he tried kicking her away from him, processing the words that she spoke as well.
"don't touch me. get off."
he snarled angrily, the composure he had shown up until this point dissolving before her very eyes. he had had more respect for her during their conversation online. but even the irish didn't torture people unnecessarily. asher had nothing to tell her, had no purpose to her and yet here she was. struggling against his holds now, he turned his tired, pain filled eyes up to her bravely. "it wouldn't be a mercy killing. no one wants to die. i'm just closer to death than any other person. it seemed practical." he snapped at her, his lip thick with the pain and injury, making it difficult for him to communicate with her.
"if you think i'm going to give you any information, you're sorely mistaken. you've kidnapped someone who is absolutely useless to you, in more ways than one." he informed her carefully, his blue green eyes watching her cautiously. he didn't know what she would do to him, he didn't know the lengths she was take to hurt him. he did know that she had plenty more up her sleeve and he had no doubt in his mind that she would kill him at the end of this. he just needed to accept it now and he wished there was some way he could talk to his siblings before it happened. in his family, it was blood above all. he would honor that code until his very end.
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