Post by Order: Jessica Tendonin on Dec 13, 2016 14:24:47 GMT -6
I had intended to add this to my second promo, but after thinking about it, it doesn't add enough value.
9:58 PM
December 4th, 2016
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: Off
Dragasha Omega was driving on Detroit Avenue, having left a meeting to buy an office building across town, when her phone rang. She answered it, seeing it was Urakih.
Urakih: Master, we’ve finished for the day and were planning to go out for drinks. Interested in joining us?
Dragasha: Perhaps. How did things go? How are the dozen or so new recruits?
Urakih: One of them shows a lot of promise. She’s a bit on the young side, though. The rest are moving along as usual, so I don’t think we’ll lose any of this batch.
Dragasha: Good.
Urakih: Hey, have you heard from Amanda?
Dragasha: No, why?
There was a pause.
Urakih: She hasn’t checked in for about a week, and missed her session today, so I covered it. She isn’t answering her phone, either.
Stopping at a red light, Dragasha remained silent for a moment.
Dragasha: I’ll check on her. She lives in Lakewood, and I’m not too far away. She’s probably preoccupied with her new boyfriend. I’ve warned her about not checking in, though.
Urakih: Alright, master. I’ll let you know where we decide to go, if you want to join us.
The call ended and Dragasha made her way into Lakewood, Ohio. Amanda Crane was one of the younger, but full Dragons. Having literally bought her way into the Order after being turned down twice, she was a cocky young woman, but quite skilled in Judo. Her sister had been accepted on her first try. The leader of the Order of the Dragon pulled the 2005 Ford GT into the drive of Amanda Crane’s estate about a half hour later.
Exiting the vehicle, she scowled, seeing her associates boyfriends Ford Raptor truck out front. She’d suspected as much. Shaking her head, she walked to the front door. Just as she went to push the doorbell, she heard a scream from inside. By the time she had her senses again, she had drawn her glock and kicked the door open. Gun up, safety off, Dragasha moved to the second floor where she knew the master bedroom was. When she kicked open the door, the sight she found enraged her.
Dragasha Omega bounded across the room, yanking Alvin off of Amanda, tossing him several feet away, into a wall. She then bore down on him and began laying into him. To his credit, he fought back, even staggering her several times in the beginning. But, Dragasha was in the midst of a fit of rage, and nothing he threw at her held her back.
By the time she stopped, her arms were like lead, and she realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled slowly. She was sitting, her arms at her sides as she shook with anger. She then realized she was staring a hole through Alvin. His face was a mess. His chest was caved in. There was blood on the wall and floor. Dragasha then became aware of the whimpering in the corner, where the bed was. Turning, she looked at Amanda, and their eyes met.
Dragasha stood and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and put her arms around Amanda. Neither spoke for several moments.
Amanda: Is he dead?
Dragasha: Almost.
Amanda: Give me your gun.
The master obliged, retrieving the weapon from the floor. She placed it in her underling’s hand, and helped her aim. Amanda had nearly pulled the trigger all the way back, but she teared up and lowered her arms.
Amanda: I…can’t…that bastard.
Dragasha held her again, now, and they were silent for a moment. Dragasha had been described as cold at times, and when the situation called for it, that was an accurate description. She could even be cruel, if need be. Most of the time, though, she simply had a short fuse for bullshit. But, there was absolutely one thing you never do; mess with her Dragons. They say a King doesn’t come down off of his throne to address a peasant.
But Dragasha was no king. No, she was a queen, and queens got their hands dirty. She looked at her hands, seeing the sticky blood beginning to dry on her knuckles. She got up, grabbing a robe for Amanda. Wrapping her in it, she helped her to her feet and they left the room. They didn’t speak again until they were in the GT, and Dragasha was thundering away.
Dragasha: How long?
Amanda: Master…
Dragasha: How long!?
Amanda: The day you left for the Philippines.
The Philippines. That made Dragasha’s heart sink. While she was flying around Asia, winning matches, sipping Hennessey and eating caviar, Amanda was being raped. She called up Urakih.
Urakih: Master.
Dragasha: I’ve got Amanda.
Urakih: Is she alright? Is she coming for drinks, too?
Dragasha: FUCK YOUR DRINKS! GET A TEAM TOGETHER AND GO CLEAN UP AMANDA’S HOUSE! TONIGHT!
Urakih: Yes, mas-
Dragasha ended the call angrily. How could she be thinking about drinks after what Amanda had just gone through? Drinks.
Amanda: Don’t be cross with her, master. She doesn’t know.
Dragasha shook her head, trying to clear it of the image she had seen when she kicked open the bedroom door. Amanda pinned down, Alvin penetrating her, blood on the cream colored sheets…she shook the image momentarily.
*********
1 Hour Later
Tendonin Manor
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: Off
Dragasha had run a warm bath for Amanda, and when it was done, she bathed her. They both shed tears. Dragasha knew she’d need a doctor. There was rather visible scarring and tearing. They were both silent through the bath, aside from Amanda saying “It hurts,” “Be gentle there,” and the like. Afterward, Dragasha took her to a guestroom, and prepared some tea. Amanda accepted it. After a few sips, she set it down, and leaned against Dragasha on the bed, who tightened her embrace. With a shaky voice, Amanda spoke.
Amanda: Master…he…took my purity.
Those five words threatened to send Dragasha into another fit of rage. That dirty bastard.
Dragasha: Take solace in the fact that by now, he has died. It doesn’t make it better, I know, but…
Amanda: I thought I would die in that room. I thought it was my punishment for not coming to Asia with you.
Dragasha released Amanda and turned to her.
Dragasha: This, Amanda, is not your fault. There is no fault anyone can commit that makes what happened to you permissible. Yes, I wanted you in Asia with me, but I didn’t require your presence, so I didn’t press the issue.
Amanda: But if I had come with-
Dragasha: No. I will not allow you to blame yourself for what happened.
Dragasha and Amanda sat there in silence a while longer, until Urakih called back.
Dragasha: Is it done?
Urakih: Yes.
The leader of the Order sensed there was a “but” in there.
Dragasha: What is it, Uri?
Urakih: Master…you worked him over pretty good, but…well, he’s still…
Dragasha: That’s…I could hear the life draining from him! There’s no way he is still alive two hours later!
Urakih: I wouldn’t lie, master. At any rate, what am I to do about him? I can finish the job, if you like.
Dragasha: No…wrap him up and drop him off at the nearest fire station or something. He took his punishment and survived. Let him be helped.
Urakih: Yes, master.
Dragasha shook her head after ending the call. Perhaps she wasn’t as rough as she had thought she was. She sat with Amanda for a while longer until she’d fallen asleep. She then went to look for Lucius.
***TRIGGER WARNING***
Rape
Rape
9:58 PM
December 4th, 2016
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: Off
Dragasha Omega was driving on Detroit Avenue, having left a meeting to buy an office building across town, when her phone rang. She answered it, seeing it was Urakih.
Urakih: Master, we’ve finished for the day and were planning to go out for drinks. Interested in joining us?
Dragasha: Perhaps. How did things go? How are the dozen or so new recruits?
Urakih: One of them shows a lot of promise. She’s a bit on the young side, though. The rest are moving along as usual, so I don’t think we’ll lose any of this batch.
Dragasha: Good.
Urakih: Hey, have you heard from Amanda?
Dragasha: No, why?
There was a pause.
Urakih: She hasn’t checked in for about a week, and missed her session today, so I covered it. She isn’t answering her phone, either.
Stopping at a red light, Dragasha remained silent for a moment.
Dragasha: I’ll check on her. She lives in Lakewood, and I’m not too far away. She’s probably preoccupied with her new boyfriend. I’ve warned her about not checking in, though.
Urakih: Alright, master. I’ll let you know where we decide to go, if you want to join us.
The call ended and Dragasha made her way into Lakewood, Ohio. Amanda Crane was one of the younger, but full Dragons. Having literally bought her way into the Order after being turned down twice, she was a cocky young woman, but quite skilled in Judo. Her sister had been accepted on her first try. The leader of the Order of the Dragon pulled the 2005 Ford GT into the drive of Amanda Crane’s estate about a half hour later.
Exiting the vehicle, she scowled, seeing her associates boyfriends Ford Raptor truck out front. She’d suspected as much. Shaking her head, she walked to the front door. Just as she went to push the doorbell, she heard a scream from inside. By the time she had her senses again, she had drawn her glock and kicked the door open. Gun up, safety off, Dragasha moved to the second floor where she knew the master bedroom was. When she kicked open the door, the sight she found enraged her.
Dragasha Omega bounded across the room, yanking Alvin off of Amanda, tossing him several feet away, into a wall. She then bore down on him and began laying into him. To his credit, he fought back, even staggering her several times in the beginning. But, Dragasha was in the midst of a fit of rage, and nothing he threw at her held her back.
By the time she stopped, her arms were like lead, and she realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled slowly. She was sitting, her arms at her sides as she shook with anger. She then realized she was staring a hole through Alvin. His face was a mess. His chest was caved in. There was blood on the wall and floor. Dragasha then became aware of the whimpering in the corner, where the bed was. Turning, she looked at Amanda, and their eyes met.
Dragasha stood and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and put her arms around Amanda. Neither spoke for several moments.
Amanda: Is he dead?
Dragasha: Almost.
Amanda: Give me your gun.
The master obliged, retrieving the weapon from the floor. She placed it in her underling’s hand, and helped her aim. Amanda had nearly pulled the trigger all the way back, but she teared up and lowered her arms.
Amanda: I…can’t…that bastard.
Dragasha held her again, now, and they were silent for a moment. Dragasha had been described as cold at times, and when the situation called for it, that was an accurate description. She could even be cruel, if need be. Most of the time, though, she simply had a short fuse for bullshit. But, there was absolutely one thing you never do; mess with her Dragons. They say a King doesn’t come down off of his throne to address a peasant.
But Dragasha was no king. No, she was a queen, and queens got their hands dirty. She looked at her hands, seeing the sticky blood beginning to dry on her knuckles. She got up, grabbing a robe for Amanda. Wrapping her in it, she helped her to her feet and they left the room. They didn’t speak again until they were in the GT, and Dragasha was thundering away.
Dragasha: How long?
Amanda: Master…
Dragasha: How long!?
Amanda: The day you left for the Philippines.
The Philippines. That made Dragasha’s heart sink. While she was flying around Asia, winning matches, sipping Hennessey and eating caviar, Amanda was being raped. She called up Urakih.
Urakih: Master.
Dragasha: I’ve got Amanda.
Urakih: Is she alright? Is she coming for drinks, too?
Dragasha: FUCK YOUR DRINKS! GET A TEAM TOGETHER AND GO CLEAN UP AMANDA’S HOUSE! TONIGHT!
Urakih: Yes, mas-
Dragasha ended the call angrily. How could she be thinking about drinks after what Amanda had just gone through? Drinks.
Amanda: Don’t be cross with her, master. She doesn’t know.
Dragasha shook her head, trying to clear it of the image she had seen when she kicked open the bedroom door. Amanda pinned down, Alvin penetrating her, blood on the cream colored sheets…she shook the image momentarily.
*********
1 Hour Later
Tendonin Manor
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: Off
Dragasha had run a warm bath for Amanda, and when it was done, she bathed her. They both shed tears. Dragasha knew she’d need a doctor. There was rather visible scarring and tearing. They were both silent through the bath, aside from Amanda saying “It hurts,” “Be gentle there,” and the like. Afterward, Dragasha took her to a guestroom, and prepared some tea. Amanda accepted it. After a few sips, she set it down, and leaned against Dragasha on the bed, who tightened her embrace. With a shaky voice, Amanda spoke.
Amanda: Master…he…took my purity.
Those five words threatened to send Dragasha into another fit of rage. That dirty bastard.
Dragasha: Take solace in the fact that by now, he has died. It doesn’t make it better, I know, but…
Amanda: I thought I would die in that room. I thought it was my punishment for not coming to Asia with you.
Dragasha released Amanda and turned to her.
Dragasha: This, Amanda, is not your fault. There is no fault anyone can commit that makes what happened to you permissible. Yes, I wanted you in Asia with me, but I didn’t require your presence, so I didn’t press the issue.
Amanda: But if I had come with-
Dragasha: No. I will not allow you to blame yourself for what happened.
Dragasha and Amanda sat there in silence a while longer, until Urakih called back.
Dragasha: Is it done?
Urakih: Yes.
The leader of the Order sensed there was a “but” in there.
Dragasha: What is it, Uri?
Urakih: Master…you worked him over pretty good, but…well, he’s still…
Dragasha: That’s…I could hear the life draining from him! There’s no way he is still alive two hours later!
Urakih: I wouldn’t lie, master. At any rate, what am I to do about him? I can finish the job, if you like.
Dragasha: No…wrap him up and drop him off at the nearest fire station or something. He took his punishment and survived. Let him be helped.
Urakih: Yes, master.
Dragasha shook her head after ending the call. Perhaps she wasn’t as rough as she had thought she was. She sat with Amanda for a while longer until she’d fallen asleep. She then went to look for Lucius.
