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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:35:17 GMT -8
Trevor made a noise somewhere between a breathy laugh and a scoff, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. She tries to run away and lies to me about it, and yet she believes she's done nothing wrong?" He looked at her, his brows raised in amusement, but all too soon any traces of amusement left his face, leaving him looking quite serious in contrast. It was his look that meant he was all business at any given moment he bore it. "Learn your place, girl. You are a slave, and you would do well to accept that. It's not changing anytime soon. It's people like you the others will learn to hate because it's people like you who are going to make conditions around here much worse. I don't even know why you bother to try to escape anyway. There isn't any possible way with all the defenses. You know, I've even thought about adding dementors around the place, but that would be awfully dreadful for you guys, and I am trying to be as humane as possible. Wife wouldn't like me too much otherwise, and people like you aren't worth starting marital problems over."
He shook his head, smirking as he brought a thumb up to scratch just beneath his brow for a moment. "Now, follow me. Lying must not go unpunished, especially when it's me you're lying to." He flicked his wand in the direction they would be going, taking the lead, though stopping to make sure she was following ever so often. Footsteps, after all, could be deceiving. One knew that they faded as one went away from the person hearing them and would merely have to start stomping louder and louder until they were far enough away they could run and hide themselves away. Trevor was not going to let himself be made a fool, certainly not by a girl who was not only a slave but also young.
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Post by Alexandra Alaric on Nov 16, 2015 22:35:39 GMT -8
It was true. In Alexandra's mind, she had done nothing wrong. Well, the lying yes. But running away had simply been an attempt to gain back her freedom for however short of a time it would have lasted. It was Trevor doing the wrong things in her eyes. He was the one who deserved to be punished. But really, there was nothing she would be able to do about it. Listening to his little rant made her think a bit more about what she was doing. Well, the others at Puxley wouldn't have much of a chance to hate her, seeing as her brother was planning on selling her. "If you're trying to be humane, you should probably look into what the slaves are subjected to by your Death Eaters." The things she had heard of being done to female slaves by male Death Eaters made her stomach churn.
Alexandra started off after Trevor with a sigh. She wasn't going to try and run again. That would only lead to a more severe punishment. Glaring at the man in front of her, the girl continued to walk. With any luck she would be sold to a [somewhat] nice Death Eater and not some scumbag who was too lazy to pick up their own wand to clean dishes or something of that sort. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:36:24 GMT -8
"And if you knew what was best for you, you would learn to hold your tongue," Trevor replied to Alexandra matter-of-factly. "I'll have it known I do not approve of such behavior as what is being done against slaves by some in our ranks, but there is little I can do about it. It is in human nature to break rules and rebel against authority no matter what the costs." He continued to walk on in silence for a while, leading her towards some stairs that lead down to the former dungeon of this place eventually. Right now they had reached some long, empty corridor near the slave quarters. His wand was already lit, as he had lit it the instant they had left the dining hall. He glanced back ever so often to make sure the girl was still following him and kept his ears open for sound of any other slaves. He had no need for an ambush.
He slowed his pace to however slow he needed to before the girl was next to him, reaching his arm out for the back of her neck and grabbing it if she didn't try to dodge it. "A little insurance so that your 'friends' won't try to be brave, if they're awake," he explained simply, looking at her. "What is your name, by the way? Your full name. And how did you come to be here?" It wasn't that it was important, for it certainly wasn't, but it was something to fill the time at the very least. She obviously was of tainted blood and had been caught in one of the raids and brought here to serve as a slave to the general populous of Death Eaters or she had somehow betrayed them.
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Post by Alexandra Alaric on Nov 16, 2015 22:36:49 GMT -8
Alexandra glared ahead at Trevor as he said it would be best if she learned to hold her tongue. But then he redeemed himself, at least somewhat, by saying that he didn't approve of what was being done to the slaves. In the silence that followed, she thought about his last statement. The girl agreed with it fully. And in truth that was what she had been doing. Breaking rules and rebelling against authority. But it seemed that when someone he employed did it, that didn't matter. She held her tongue against this statement, doing nothing more than rolling her eyes behind his back.
Lost in her thoughts, Alexandra hadn't realized that Trevor had slowed until she had moved next to him and he hand clamped a hand on the back of her neck. She inhaled quickly, just out of the slight shock. Friends? She was quite sure that she didn't have friends in the manor, unless you called the woman who had tried to help her earlier a friend. "My name?" Why did he care? He probably didn't. "Alexandra Alaric. My brother James works for you. I lived with him until about a year ago, then I ran when I found out he was a Death Eater and I went into hiding. When he found me, he offered me the chance to join you when I was older and be able to go back to school now." She paused, glaring at Trevor. "But, like he says, I'm far too much like my parents. I could never believe the things that Death Eaters believe. He still thinks I'll change my mind, and says that someone with the abilities of a seer is not something to waste, so he didn't kill me. Instead he decided to be "merciful" and bring me here. And now he has it set up to sell me to one of his friends." |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:37:40 GMT -8
((Suppose I really should get a response up before you get back from camp, lol.))
Ah, James Alaric. So, she was the sister he had spoken of, the sister who was a seer or something. That explained the crystal ball, but unfortunately for her as long as she lived here until she was given away, she would not be allowed that crystal ball except under supervision. With it, she could give hope to the slaves. He might not have any control over her if she, say, had visions, but what he could control, he would control. He didn't want to let the slaves have any cause for hope. He could pretty much hope and possibly count on the other slaves deciding she was a cook for acting like she had visions. The genuine article was so rare anyway, but hey, if she was, then she wasn't going to be allowed to use it in a way that hurt his new regime.
He listened as she went on to explain the situation, noting the way she said "merciful" and rolled his eyes. "You should be thankful, Lexi," he told her as soon as she finished. "Not only are you spared from death but now you are spared from any unfortunate fate that may befall you if you were to remain here. Depending upon who buys you, your living conditions could be greatly improved." He stopped where he was before a solid metal door with only a tiny space with bars with a sliding piece of metal for the guard to be allowed to peer in when needed and such if needed. "We're here," he told her as he opened the door and stood aside for her to go in. "The ball? I'll keep it safe in my office. No one will touch it. Don't worry."
Yeah, he didn't suppose that she'd find much assurance in his words, but oh well. Whatever. He would have the ball whether by force, and he would hope she knew that the circumstances could drastically get worse for her if she didn't comply. Sure, he'd said he didn't approve, but how did she know he meant it? He had meant it, but he wasn't afraid of making her believe something had happened to her. It would be so easy to do. He'd done it with Evie before several years ago when he had been on a mission to kill her, a mission dealt by Voldemort himself. He'd simply knocked her out and changed her into a negligee. Nothing had happened, only Evie hadn't known that, and well, things had gone pretty poorly for her for several months after. He was sure if Evie had her memory, she still would be dealing with it to some small degree.
Oh, it would be so easy to make the girl think something had happened to her, if she didn't comply, and he wouldn't be ashamed to do or feel guilty for doing it.
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Post by Alexandra Alaric on Nov 16, 2015 22:37:39 GMT -8
Alexandra's eyes were studying Trevor's face, looking for any hint of recognition. Had James even talked about her to the other Death Eaters? Surely he would have told Trevor if he had some plan hatching for, in his opinion, when he convinced Alex to turn over a new leaf and become one herself. Which Alexandra wasn't even sure could happen. Would Trevor even allow her to just up and join after being so adamant about refusing to join? She brushed the thoughts away as Trevor spoke, a scowl coming to her face.
"My name is not Lexi. I hate being called Lexi. James only does it because he knows it sets me off, and somehow he thinks that is amusing." She took a breath to compose herself before looking back at Trevor. "Oh, I'm sure my conditions will improve. Anywhere is better than here." She really hated the manor. At least from what she had seen, her new life wouldn't involve the possibility of... She shuddered just thinking about things that could have happened to her at the manor.
Her eyes then drifted to the door and the room behind it, a bit of fear coming onto her face. She took an instinctive step back before remembering that Trevor had hold of her neck. Really, there was nowhere to go but into the room. With a breath, she pulled away from Trevor and moved into the dark space, lingering in the light from the open door. "Oh yes, that's very assuring. I have no choice though, I assume." She had never expected him to allow her to keep it. After all, it would give her hope. And no one would want that. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:38:25 GMT -8
It was funny how the slaves around here seemed to think they had some sort of say in what he did or what he called them tonight. Was it something in the water? In the food? You'd think they'd be a little more respectful or at least a little more careful around the leader, even if he did say he was against the things that happened to slaves around here. What was to say he wasn't lying? And besides, he might not be in compliance with the raping thing, but did that mean he wasn't fine with murder if it was done by him? He already had several lives to his name, though unless the person had been around back when he was headmaster at Hogwarts under the alias Trey Hunter, the headmaster who had been revealed as a Death Eater and had been imprisoned in Azkaban, only to escape a few months later after Voldemort's final demise, the person probably wouldn't know the connection. He had hidden it, removed any record of it, after all. Evie couldn't find out about it because that would be the end of it all, and it couldn't be because Evie was pregnant, and he wasn't going to lose another child, even a child he'd not known. So, any record of his past that didn't coincide with the version of himself he wanted her to know, had been removed. The lack of publicity this provided aside from a few made-up articles he made sure were planted he simply attributed to the fact that he preferred not to live his life in the spotlight.
But as "tempting" as it was to give her a spiel of his many murders or the way he had tortured Evie all those years ago to instill some sort of fear in this young girl, he decided not to. It would serve no purpose other than to confirm to her that he was the monster she thought he was. And he knew he was deep down, but he preferred not to think it. He wanted to be the man he told Evie he was, though he knew it was impossible, especially after the track he'd started down and never left when he'd joined with Voldemort several years ago. And he couldn't say he was entirely ashamed. This man was much stronger than the one he'd been, much more self-confident and in command of his life and his future. This man would never need a seer to tell him that everything had been looking up since the night of the attack on the school even if that arrogant fool Derrin White had orchestrated it, but it was he who had prevailed and lived that night.
"No, I'm afraid you don't," Trevor replied as she stated that she assumed she had no choice in having the crystal ball with her. "It'd be rather unfair to the others who have been punished, after all." He smiled a little. "I'm an equal opportunist punisher." Ok, so maybe not that funny or funny at all, but it was slightly amusing at the moment. The smile quickly left his face as he held out his hand for the crystal ball. "It's really not that bad, you know? After a few hours, you kind of get used to it...being in a cell, being in the dark. Perhaps a little lonely, a little eerie, but...not that bad. Consider yourself lucky." Assuring her? Maybe. Then again, he had never been afraid of the dark when he'd been placed in that cell in Azkaban even if he hadn't had any idea if or when he would ever get out of there. "I'll be back in a while."
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Post by Alexandra Alaric on Nov 16, 2015 22:38:24 GMT -8
Alexandra shot Trevor a mock smile as he said that he was an equal opportunity punisher. "No, we wouldn't want to be unfair to anyone around here, would we?" She asked, the sarcastic tone back in her voice. Reluctantly handing over the crystal ball, Alex sighed. But what else was there to do? If she refused, there would be no way to fight against Trevor. He had a wand. She didn't. Simple as that.
A single laugh escaped as Trevor said she would get used to being in a cell, get used to the dark. Well, at least in the cell there was no threat of one of his Death Eaters barging in and raping her. In some ways, she was safer in the cell. Being lonely didn't bother her. It wasn't as if she had any friends in the manor anyway, other than the woman she had met earlier. "Well then, thank you so much." She said, rolling her eyes. "I'll see you in a while, then." With that, Alexandra crossed her arms and waited for him to close the door. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:39:09 GMT -8
Oy, sarcasm. He hated when the slaves thought that they could get away with it, but she was already being punished. He wasn't going to start whipping her on top of it, but he did have one thing in mind. He just had to see if the man was available. If not, well, he'd damn well better make himself available. He was pretty sure the man would not rape her, but he'd just give the command not to. She needed to be broken. It would make the rest of her life so much easier since he didn't foresee this one having a change of heart and working her seer magic for him, not unless he had a drastic change in policy, and that he figured was perhaps less likely than her changing sides.
He nodded as she said she'd see him in a while. "Yep, I'll be seeing you," he said before closing the door and sliding shut the little door that went over the grate in it. No need for light to get in. But now to see about Downing. Downing needed to get over here and watch this one because he had other things to do besides stand and guard a cell to make sure no other slaves came to talk to her to keep her company and keep things from getting bad--sleep, for instance--and Chase was just the man to help. He interrogated people at Azkaban. That behavior wasn't too far off from what he had in mind for this girl. Hmm, hallucenogen. He'd have to keep that in mind to suggest. As he leaned casually against the door, he pulled back the left sleeve of his robe and pressed his fingers to his Dark Mark, knowing Chase to be one of the few who had been around long enough to have had one from Voldemort.
((I'm going to talk to Jordan if he comes on tonight and tell him about this thread, see if he's interested. If not, I'll tell you, we can just go on and skip ahead a few hours or whatever, but I figure this will perhaps make the thread a little more interesting.))
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:39:27 GMT -8
Chase rocked slowly back and forth on the back two legs of a chair, silently pondering his current position. He was is his room... or rather the room at the manor he had claimed as his own for the occasions in which he actually stayed overnight. Darkness had well set in by now, and the only thing visible was the reflection of his piercing eyes in the mirror across the room. The more time that went by, the more he realized he didn't need sleep. He would rest for brief periods of time intermittently, but other than that he remained alert and focused - focused on getting stronger. His recent failure to revive Voldemort still stung in his mind. That was why he had to get stronger, that is why he now served Trevor. These thoughts and others sped through his mind, one after another as he continued to stare off into the darkness.
Suddenly there was a burning sensation upon his arm. It was a feeling he hadn't had for quite some time. It was ecstatic and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. He was called upon, and he would of course answer that call. The source came from this very building. He stood up and briskly walked out of the room and down the hall. He found Williams leaning against the door to another room. He gave a dutiful bow of the head. "Yes, Lord Williams?"
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:39:43 GMT -8
Trevor watched as Chase came into the dungeons, letting him bow and do his whole charade. One of the things he was more or less indifferent about with this whole arrangement as lord of the nation. He didn't get some huge power trip off someone bowing or calling him "lord." But, he wasn't going to discourage it either, if someone wanted to offer him that respect. He only required it in meetings with more than one, though he'd never specifically said either way. "There's a slave girl in there," he told Chase, figuring there was no need to beat around the bush with further formalities. "Young, don't know that she even is old enough to have graduated. She's defiant, causing problems. She's deathly afraid of the dark. I'm sure you can make sure there's some way that she stays afraid of the dark well into her hundreds, should she even live that long with defiance such as hers, isn't there?" He rose a brow and lifted his hand that held the crystal ball from against his body; he lowered his voice and gave a wave of his wand towards the door so that Alexandra couldn't overhear any specifics. "She's a seer. Be nice if she could get a 'vision,' perhaps? Something real enough for her to believe there is no hope for her future or any of the others? She's Alarac's sister; apparantly he tried to get her to use her abilities for us, but she refused adamantly, but everyone does have a breaking point. Let's see if you can find it, hmm?"
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:40:10 GMT -8
Chase nodded in agreement. “Of course, Master. I shall find her breaking point and make sure she understands who is really in control here. What limitations am I under to do so?” He’d kill her if she was too defiant, but that might not be what he wanted. As for vision spells? Not necessarily his forte but he’d manage. The dark, however, was perfect. His palor and his cold eyes gleamed in the darkness, and could easily intimidate the girl. He usually performed most of his interrogations for Lord Williams that way. Torture curses were entirely acceptable for him as well. He wouldn’t think twice about using the Cruciatus Curse on her, and he got the feeling that this one deserved it. Sympathy and pity were not emotions known to him. That was why he was so superb at interrogation: no holdbacks.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:40:29 GMT -8
Trevor glanced towards the cell and shrugged. "She is rather young. Don't be too cruel." He figured Chase would catch his drift. He didn't know if the man was like that or not, and he truly didn't want to think about it, but that was his business and not his. He would remain willingly ignorant of that fact. "I'll be back later. Be certain she knows her place by the time I've returned." With that, he turned heel. He had to do some research, but when he'd finished, he'd return, get a report, and then he'd return home to his likely sleeping wife and allow himself some sleep before waking up and repeating this dull, repetitive schedule.
((Just wanted to give it some sense of closure, lol))
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