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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 13:48:19 GMT -5
The guards weren't about to stop what they were doing, and neither was anyone else. The kept her head under the water for even longer and longer until they felt that even they could not have held their breath that long and they yanked her forth from the water and through her onto the floor. Her body was limp already from the beating and they looked down at her as if they were going to do more. " Have you had enough yet? " One man asked Arai as he tapped his bat against her dislocated leg.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:00:15 GMT -5
Just when she was about to submit to the blackness that encroached her, she was free. Hitting the ground with a wet smack, she lay on her side, coughing up water and blood on the wooden floor. She lay there, eyes closed, thankful for the air that filled her burning lungs. Her leg, her stomach, her back, and her face all throbbed relentlessly from the beating she had taken. But something inside her drove her one, drove her to survive and to not let them get the best of her. Taking a deep breath, she realized that one of her ribs was probably broken. "You know," she rasped, "I was raised to respect the military, to respect the president, obey the laws, all that. And I did. I sent letters to soldiers overseas, my class took a trip to DC in hopes of seeing the country's leader. But you know what?" she asked, looking up at them out of disdainful eyes, "not any more. I have no respect for you, any of you, after what you've done. So much for military integrity, huh?" she finished with a lopsided smile.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 14:06:17 GMT -5
The men looked down at her and laughed. " Well we are not military. We are not funded, neither do we work for the government. " Said one man with a laugh. " Neither do we care whether or not you respect the military or not. However, you will learn to fear the men that used to serve in it. " Said the man before he brought his bat down onto her other leg. " It is said that werewolves can heal themselves rather easily. Well i hope it is true. " Said one of the men as he bent down and placed her in an extremely tight neck-lock and began to squeeze so that she couldn't scream as another guard pulled a large hunting knife and stooped down and plunged the knife into her leg and began to tear downwards.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:16:37 GMT -5
"I do not fear you," she spat at him. If only her hands were not cuffed! Not like she could do much, but at least she wouldn't be so powerless. Then again, that's what they wanted, she realized. They wanted her to fight back, to try to beat them. "If you're trying to get me to fight you," she yelled, "it won't work. My hands are cuffed and I don't weigh much over 100 pounds! Why would you think I would try to fight?" Then her neck was roughly pinned, constricting her airway. She choked, trying to breath, spitting out blood. Then she felt a slice of fire run down her leg. She couldn't help but scream in agony as she felt the blood pulse down her leg as he slowly cut down. Arai imagined she could feel the tip of the knife graze her bone. Pain was the only thing she was aware of before she fainted, slipping into the relief of unconsciousness.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 14:23:09 GMT -5
As the Lycan passed into an Unconscious state the men released her and went to grab some strong smelling scent as to revive her. They left the knife in her leg as two men watched her as the other man went for the smelling salt, as it was called. He returned in a few minutes and bent down and placed it by her nose so that she would awaken. A pool of blood was all around her from the wound in her leg. It had flowed all the way to her head as he hair was now not just soaked from the water but with her own blood as well. The gash on her leg was about four inches deep and about twelve inches long, going down most of her thigh. One man pulled the knife from her leg and waited for her to awake in any moment.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:28:17 GMT -5
Arai groaned weakly as she was unwillingly forced into consciousness. She smelled the strong scent of smelling salts as the blackness resolved itself into the forms of three men stooping over her. Turning her head to get away from the odor, she found herself staring at her own blood, pooled around her on the floor. She could feel the wet stickiness of the blood on her clothes, could smell the cold, metallic odor. She hurt all over, but especially on her leg, where she could feel the skin separated all the way down her thigh. Closing her eyes again to fight the dizziness that swarmed over her, she hoped that Brandon would awaken soon. He was her last chance.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 14:37:06 GMT -5
He men looked down at her as she awoke. She was rather strong considering the fact that she had not cried out from the instant pain that she must have felt from waking up. " Lets leave her here. " Said one man as one other nodded in agreement. The other man shook his head to negate the one man. " Not until she cries for mercy. " He said as he bent down and grabbed her neck with his strong hand and turned her head and pressed it against the floor into her own blood, squeezing her neck extremely tightly as well as pushing her face with extreme force into the floor. " Say it! " the man ordered. " Beg for your life! "
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:41:41 GMT -5
Arai watched all of this, a bit distanced from this situation. It could be just wistful thinking, but it seemed like at least the two men who wanted to leave her were not completely cruel and heartless. But that one just wouldn't give up. Her throat, already bruised and sore, was constricted again by his hand. If she could have screamed with the pain, she would have. As it was, it was all she could do to catch a few gasping breaths. "No," she said hoarsely as he pressed harder, staring up at him out of her golden eyes, "those who beg, fear. I do not fear you!" If she had to die, she would not die begging for her life like a common criminal. She had done nothing wrong.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 14:45:47 GMT -5
The man, at hearing this was enraged by this. He placed his finger up under her chin to the pressure point and pressed against it to cause her more pain. She would beg for her life or she would die. He lifted her head and smacked it against the wooden floor once and then again so hard that it dented the floor as he continued to squeeze the life right out of her.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:52:32 GMT -5
Arai's eyes opened wide as she was slowly choked to death by this heartless man. She was acutely aware of his thumb against her pressure point as the nerve screamed at her brain. Her pride would not let her beg. All she could do was whimper with the pain. Her vision blacked in and out as her head was brutally slammed against the wooden floor, sending up small splashes of blood over both her and the man. Kicking did her no good; one of her legs was dislocated and immobile, and the other was gashed deeply, rendering it all but useless. Her eyes pleaded with the other men, begging them to stop this.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 15:01:52 GMT -5
The man who was holding her was becoming extremely annoyed with Arai's reluctance to do as he wished. " If you can handle pain, perhaps there is some other way to break your pride. " he said coldly as he slammed her head against the floor once again and began to tear her shirt off of her shoulders, hoping what this would lead to would cause her to submit.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 15:07:14 GMT -5
She felt the grip on her throat lift a little and a wave of relief washed over her. It was short lived, however, as she heard the rip of cloth and felt the cool air on her now exposed shoulders. Arai began to kick at him, ignoring the pain of her cut leg and the blood running with new vigor from her thigh. "No!" she growled. The other two men just sat there, doing nothing.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 15:09:53 GMT -5
The man was much stronger than she was and could easily overpower her, considering the fact that bother her legs were completely disabled. He continued to rip at her shirt as he smacked her head against the floor once again. " Say it! " he ordered as her shirt by now was about torn to pieces. The other men watched as they leaned against the wall. They didn't quiet frankly care what happened.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 15:18:14 GMT -5
"No!" she repeated stubbornly, glaring at him. "I will not give you the pleasure of hearing me beg for my life, you sick, twisted, perverse idiot!" The way Arai saw it, they would torture her whether she was nice to them or not. She figured this must make quite an interesting scene: three muscular large military men beating up a slender red-haired teen in only a sports bra and jeans. Blood now covered her back stickily as he held her down, hitting her head against the floor. She could see glimpses of the jagged scars running across her waist as she fought him weakly. And she wished, not for the first time, that she had never gone on that camping trip.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 17, 2007 15:44:53 GMT -5
The man grunted and slammed her head back down upon the floor. " You are a fool. " He said as he kicked her side with extreme force. " Come on boys. Lets let her sit in her own misery. " Said the man as he then got away from Arai and the other men opened the door and left the woman laying there in the pool of blood.....
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