Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 2:11:37 GMT -5
It wasn't but a few days after Julie had been delievered to this man that he had informed her that he was going to make her his bride. She had no say in the matter. Julie was sitting chained to Zane's bed. She was ziptied of course. They never forgot the zipties. She looked frantically for something anything she could use to defend herself. It did her no use to cut the zipties because she was still chained to the bed. Before she could find anything..... a large brute of a man came bursting in the door. He looked at her like a piece of meat dangling just out the reach of his sweaty hands. He was holding a dress. It was a wedding dress and it had dried bloodstains down the front of it. It looked like it had been yellowing in a closet somewhere. Now that Julie had been chosen to be Zane's wife Zane's men were ordered to treat Julie with respect, and any man caught looking at her the wrong way would deal with Zane personally. Zane had a way of punishing his men. The torture Julie had endured would be considered an act of love compared to the hell that a traitor was subjected to or what in Zane's mind constituted a traitor for that matter.
Bandit: "Ermm.... Julie, your fiance requests that you put on your dress and get ready. He said he perfered if he didn't have to come down himself and "reason" with you. He said to tell you he has his boxcutter if you persist, and that it's badluck to see the bride on the wedding day. And you know what you really don't want to be unlucky when He's pissed off Julie so just put the dam dress on."
The man tossed the dress on the floor in the room and shut and locked the door behind him but first freeing her hand so she could change before he disappeared. Zane and his box cutter. She had only been with him only a few days and already that fucking boxcutter had carved away at so much of her skin. It hurt just to wear a shirt. Her flayed skin on her back hadn't gotten infected. Zane was "kind" enough to treat any wounds he may have caused later. He would apologize and say things like "baby i'm so sorry, but you know how i get when i'm mad... why would you wanna make me mad baby. You made me hurt you, i didn't want to hurt you. " It was a god damned lifetime movie special and it was her life now. She looked at the dress and bit her lip. Was there nothing she could do? If she refused that pyscho was going to carve her up good. She thought about grabbing the blade from him once. That had been a mistake. That was the first day she got here, and incidentally the first time he brought out his little friend to play. That had been particularly bad. The first encounter she had with Zane's boxcutter pretty much took all the fight out of her already timid spirit. Loosing 15% of the skin on your back will do that to you, you know?She stood up and slowly and reluctantly started getting undressed. Her mind buzzed with impossible scenario's of escape. She started to put the dress on wondering thinking if she got the chance she would make a bolt for it, but if she didn't put the dress on and appeared defiant her "fiance" would be more guarded and careful. She wanted him to let his gaurd down so she could capitalize on her opening. She still had a little fight left in her and she wasn't going to actually marry this sick fucker, she would rater die. Julie slid the dress on and waited quietly for someone to fetch her, she waited for her moment to escape his clutches.
Bandit: "Ermm.... Julie, your fiance requests that you put on your dress and get ready. He said he perfered if he didn't have to come down himself and "reason" with you. He said to tell you he has his boxcutter if you persist, and that it's badluck to see the bride on the wedding day. And you know what you really don't want to be unlucky when He's pissed off Julie so just put the dam dress on."
The man tossed the dress on the floor in the room and shut and locked the door behind him but first freeing her hand so she could change before he disappeared. Zane and his box cutter. She had only been with him only a few days and already that fucking boxcutter had carved away at so much of her skin. It hurt just to wear a shirt. Her flayed skin on her back hadn't gotten infected. Zane was "kind" enough to treat any wounds he may have caused later. He would apologize and say things like "baby i'm so sorry, but you know how i get when i'm mad... why would you wanna make me mad baby. You made me hurt you, i didn't want to hurt you. " It was a god damned lifetime movie special and it was her life now. She looked at the dress and bit her lip. Was there nothing she could do? If she refused that pyscho was going to carve her up good. She thought about grabbing the blade from him once. That had been a mistake. That was the first day she got here, and incidentally the first time he brought out his little friend to play. That had been particularly bad. The first encounter she had with Zane's boxcutter pretty much took all the fight out of her already timid spirit. Loosing 15% of the skin on your back will do that to you, you know?She stood up and slowly and reluctantly started getting undressed. Her mind buzzed with impossible scenario's of escape. She started to put the dress on wondering thinking if she got the chance she would make a bolt for it, but if she didn't put the dress on and appeared defiant her "fiance" would be more guarded and careful. She wanted him to let his gaurd down so she could capitalize on her opening. She still had a little fight left in her and she wasn't going to actually marry this sick fucker, she would rater die. Julie slid the dress on and waited quietly for someone to fetch her, she waited for her moment to escape his clutches.