Reclaimed Property

--Thomas_of_Looe wrote:This wasn't the cowed Aasha he remembered so well. Not the chit that ran away scared of her own shadow. Thomas didn't like the girl who lay before him now. She didn't know her place, she talked too much, having the nerve to question him. He, who had given her everything when she lived with him. Put a roof over her head, let her eat and sleep even when she did such a horrible job cooking and cleaning. Her insolence knew no bounds. Thomas didn't care what she said about belonging to Donnor, she was his property. Always was, always would be. He would make sure of that. Her husband. He spat at the thought. That insolent cur would die. If not by his hand, by one of the many palms he'd greased. There were so many men in Ireland willing to do his dirty work for him, and cheaply.

He won't make it to you. He'll die girl, and it'll be your fault. You are MINE! He bit the words off. He would show her, no reason to repeat what he knew to be true. He no longer cared who saw his handiwork. He had no reason to stick with areas that didn't show. His father was gone, there was no one to keep him in check. His boot continued to move, connecting with her shoulder, her side, her hip. Anywhere he could reach without releasing her hand from under the other. The last blow landed to the side of her head, knocking her unconscious. It frustrated him, he wanted her awake, aware, afraid. Why wasn't she afraid?

Glancing around the shack, Thomas went to the table where he'd laid a few supplies before he'd taken her. The rotgut burned, but took the edge off his thirst, the salty water he had collected from the sea would sting, but might just revive her. But first he grabbed the rope, not trusting that she wasn't right and would get loose. He couldn't take that chance, not until he had broken her spirit. He would break her, he had convinced himself over the long months he had waited, biding his time until the opportunity presented itself.

He stalked back to her, grabbing her limp body and tossing it towards the table. The thump was only marginally satisfying this time, he bent and tied her arms above her head to the legs of the table. Lets see her get loose from that. A evil chuckle filled the room. Thomas grabbed the water bucket and poured it onto her head, laughing harder when she sputtered and choked.

Donnor wrote:Every morning he and Aasha walked to the end of town. Her path took her to the University; his was in the other direction. He was asked to raise an army and gladly accepted even though the long hours kept him and Aasha apart longer than he wished. The wedding had gone wonderful, the honeymoon better than could be imagined. It would not be long however before she joined him with her own platoon of soldiers to command, it was one of the benefits of being the wife of General Donnor Tudor after all and was one he could not wait for. He watched her as she walked down the road alone until she was out of sight but today something felt wrong, different than the other days. He was uneasy as he began walking in the opposite direction she had gone in. He must have walked for nearly an hour when he heard the sound of feet rapidly running up behind him. Turning he could see Darklotus running full speed to him stopping to allow him to catch up, the smile on his face quickly faded when he noticed the eyes behind the mask of his friend.

”What’s wrong?" He just knew it had to do with his wife. The feeling in his stomach had still not gone away. As Darklotus reached him, out of breath he tried to explain what had happened.

--DarkLotus wrote:He had gone out hunting early that morning and was on his way back home when he noticed the small neighbor boy standing at the door pounding as hard as his little fist could. At first the boy had feared him; his mask was often the cause of many children running away from him, screaming in fear but over the past couple of weeks he had grown use to the mask. As Darklotus approached the child he spoke.

”What seems to be the problem little one?” As the boy spoke he could feel the blood rushing out of his face. He knew that Lord Donnor and Lady Aasha always took the same route in the mornings before parting ways at the end of town. Handing the boy a couple of pounds he ran full speed towards the direction Lord Donnor would be traveling in. He had finally caught sight of Donnor ahead of him and pushed himself to run faster, he had to tell him what the child had said.

As he caught up to him he panted, trying to catch his breath while he spoke. ”Milord…Your wife..the neighbor boy said a man has taken her…knocked her down and out, then took her.”

Donnor wrote:Listening as DarkLotus spoke, he could feel himself become worried and had a feeling of who it might be as he cursed himself for leaving her alone. Aasha had told him the story of her abusive cousin and he knew he would need the help of his long time friend to track them down. ”My friend you are one of the best trackers I know besides myself, I am depending on you to help me find them but once we find them I want you to stay outside. This is something I have to handle myself…” His mind raced as he followed DarkLotus back to where the boy had told him he saw Aasha taken from and stood there as his friend searched the area for any clues that could help lead them to where his wife was.

He watched as Lotus looked on the ground, worrying that they would be to late and he would never see her again when Lotus looked up and motioned for him to come. There on the ground was a small amount of blood. He followed behind his friend watching the ground as there appeared to be a thin trail of blood and he knew that it must lead them to Aasha. He was enraged by the fact the man had made his wife bleed let alone put his hands on her, and began of thinking of all the ways he wanted to destroy him. He knew he wanted to take his time and cause the man to suffer but did not think it would be possible. They continued following the trail until it was dark and he and Lotus were out in the middle of no where surrounded by trees. It had grown to dark to see the trail of blood anymore and the wooded floor had provided some cover of it as well.

By now, Donnor was a mess. Pissed off and angered more than he had ever been before, he allowed his eyes to scan the area. Not far from where he and Lotus stood was overgrown grass on the ground with what looked like indentations from a person walking through it. Quickly he motioned for Lotus to follow him quietly. They walked for nearly another hour when up ahead, Donnor noticed a shack with light flickering behind a dirty window. Stopping, he spoke quietly to his trusted friend. ”Thank you my friend, but this is where we must part ways. This is my fight and hell I am not even sure if she is there. It could just be a shack inhabited by an old hermit, which is why I will hold off on just bursting through the door until I know for a fact she is in there.” Without waiting for his response, Donnor crept up quietly to the window and attempted to peer inside. Much to his avail he could not see inside due to the dirt that had covered the inside of the window. He would have to wait until he heard sounds of his wife from the inside of the shack before making his move.

--Thomas_of_Looe wrote:Thomas grin widened when he correctly read the pain and suffering on the girl's face. Nothing made him feel more powerful than when he had her under his control. This was the main thing he had missed when she took off. Having to do for himself was bad enough, but this, the feelings rising within him now, this is what he needed. The wenches he had the good fortune to run across on his travels to find her had been few and far between, and not nearly as satisfying. They hadn't lasted as long as her, couldn't endure his abuse like Aasha would. He would be careful to prolong her agony, but not kill her. No, she would live to see her husband die. He would make sure of that, break her completely until she was kissing his boots and begging for him to let up. There would be nothing and nowhere for her to run to this time.

You're dreamin' girl. IF he comes after you, he will die. He will not kill me. He will not even find me, but I'm betting one of the palms I greased will bring him here...his broken, bloodied corpse here so you know there is no escape. You can't kill me. You're weak, useless! Just as I always told you! Stupid idiot! Thinking you could ever leave me!

Moving closer, he rubbed his tongue across the broken incisor before spitting on her. He was pissed when she turned her head, the saliva landing on her cheek rather than directly in her face like he'd intended. He looked at the injuries he had already caused, enjoying the fact that he didn't have to hide any. The dried blood matting in her hair was the best. In the past, he couldn't draw blood. Now, he could do what he wanted. But old habits are hard to break, the boot when it connected was to her side. He listened and laughed when she cried out. She was already breaking, couldn't hold back the sounds of pain any longer. He would savor every noise she made, his confidence grew with each blow.

--DarkLotus wrote:He knew Donnor told him not to follow but he could not just stand back while his friend went forward. Quietly, he snuck around the opposite side of the shack from Donnor. He knew Donnor would be mad at him but he refused to let himself worry about that. He would not get involved unless he had to and understood Donnor had to do this himself. Still he waited and watched, just incase things didn’t go so well for Donnor. He heard a voice from inside, followed by the outcry from a female and knew that Lady Aasha was being held captive here.

He wanted to burst in and destroy the man but waited and watched as Donnor disappeared, knowing that he to had heard the lady. Once Donnor was by the door to the shack he snuck around quietly, making sure he stayed out of sight.

Donnor wrote:He didn’t have to wait very long before he heard his wife cry out from inside the shack. He could feel a fire build up inside of him, his face growing hot, but knew he had to remain cautious and smart. If there was one thing he left the wolves with, it was his common sense. Quickly and quietly he made his way over to the door of the shack, and after a couple deep breaths he rammed his shoulder against the door causing it to burst open. The age of the shack and how uncared for it was had caused the wood from the door to start rotting. That and the force of his shoulder had made the door split right off its hinges.

His teeth were bared as he spotted his target and tackled him, causing his head to bounce off the floor. He was ready to snap the man’s neck when he noticed his wife tied up and then looked back to the man on the floor. He was not moving and Donnor thought it would be a better idea for his wife to turn the tables on her cousin. To let him see what it is like to be at the hands of a sadistic and abusive person, helpless as a mere child. His eyes scanned the area for anything he might be able to use and was starting to turn around when he saw a figure in the door way. Silently he cursed himself for not exploring the area more in search of any help the man might have.

He was ready to leap again when he noticed a glistening light coming from the head of the figure and realized that DarkLotus had not taken his advice. He watched as Lotus stood there silently before tossing him a long piece of rope.. ”Leave it to you to come prepared for anything my friend…Thank you.” Taking each end of the rope, he fashioned a knot and securely tied the man’s arms behind his back before standing up and going over to Aasha. ”My love…I am sorry it took me so long to find you. Are you okay?” He pulled his dagger from his boot and carefully cut the rope holding her arms.

--Thomas_of_Looe wrote:He didn't expect her to have any strength to react. The old Ash he knew wouldn't have dared kick him, the fact that the chit had the nerve to now enraged Thomas beyond control. He stepped away, only long enough to catch his breath, the colorful expletives falling from his lips letting her know she would pay for her insolence.

He was so wrapped up in abusing the girl that the sound of the door splintering open didn't sink in until the moment he was tackled. He caught just a glimpse of the snarling face of the wolf and shuddered in fear, right before the world went black.

Donnor wrote:Scooping her up into his arms he kissed her gently, trying to consol her as best as he could. From behind him he could hear the quiet moans coming from the man tied up on the floor. With Aasha in his arms he turned and looked down at the man on the floor. ”You enjoy picking on people when they are defenseless do ya? Let’s see how much fun you have when the hunter becomes the prey.” His voice was cold as ice as he walked over to the chair slowly and sat Aasha down before returning to his “victim”. Cracking the gloved knuckles and then twisting his neck side to side, each bone making a loud popping noise with each turn. He lifted his foot up and held it there momentarily while the man’s eyes adjusted to see exactly what was about to happen. Quickly and accurately, Donnor brought his boot down across the man’s ankle, the bone in his ankle made a loud crack and with a wicked grin Donnor spoke quietly. ”That looks like it might hurt, do you think it may be broken perhaps?”

Leaning down he took the already swollen joint in his hand and applied pressure by twisting the foot inward as the man on the floor let out a scream in agony. ”Yep I bet that’s broken…Don’t worry…I am just getting started and by time I am finished you will be begging me to end it.” He walked over to Aasha and removed his coat, placing it across her lap he leaned down and kissed her passionately. ”Sorry love but I need to borrow this chair since it is the only one with armrests.” Lifting Aasha once more he carried her over to another chair and gently sat her down. Returning to the chair he planned to use, he decided against taking the chair to the man and grinned once more before walking over to the now handicapped man. ”Stand up you worthless piece of trash.” With each word he spoke he delivered kick after kick into the man’s ribs and continued to do so until the man tried to stand.

--Thomas_of_Looe wrote:Jah, his head hurt like hell. What happened? Thomas opened his eyes and moaned, trying to reach up and rub the back of his head. His arms wouldn't move. What the?!? A ripple of fear ran down his back, the rotgut he'd consumed earlier that day rising up to protest in his stomach. How the hell had he found them? Where were those sniveling cowards that were supposed to kill him? More idiots, he could only find idiots.

Thomas hated the tables being turned. Vulnerability didn't sit well with him. He found a sense of fulfillment when he caused pain, but hated feeling any himself. His cockiness was too ingrained to disappear. He took little interest in his surroundings, his eyes drawn to the couple not far from where he lay. Even now, with Donnor clearly having the upper hand, he didn't realize the extent of his trouble. That is, until the man put Ash down and came towards him.

The sound of Donnor's knuckles then neck popping sent rivulets of fear in Thomas soul. It was starting to sink in, this wouldn't be easy, nor would it be pleasant. He lifted his eyes to the boot coming down, unable to roll away or protect himself. A scream of agony filled the shack. Rage, pain and shock filled his eyes. Another scream when Donnor twisted the boot, the bones in his wrist giving way to the pressure exerted.

He thought it was done, letting out a sigh of relief when Donnor moved back to Aasha. It was shortlived, the man came back entirely too soon. Dark pools of terror met the man's face. I ken get money. Let me live and I'll disappear from both your lives. Ya don't have to kill me. She's just a girl, I ain't gonna stop you from hurting her same as I do. She likes it you know. Begs for it!

He was babbling, practically incoherent, moaning and begging for mercy with each kick. Struggling to his feet, he swayed on his feet, putting little weight on the broken ankle. Ya can't kill me. If you do, she'll die. I told them if I didn't come back, they'll deliver the letter, find the body of the man she killed. She'll hang, just like you will if you kill me.