Post by jezebelle celeste maddox on Jan 7, 2012 20:08:40 GMT -8
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taking this one to the grave
A smirk played on the lips of the blonde woman as she stood over the man, hair partially obscuring her face as she circled the chair he was in, hands cuffed in the back and feet tied to the legs of the chair. He wasn’t in a comfortable position in the slightest, though that wasn’t exactly a problem of hers; if she had her way he would have been strung up, but that made it more difficult to play her game. She stopped walking, her heels ceasing their constant clack against the hard floor underneath, and for a moment she simply stood in front of him, watching that stoic face of his. He didn’t think she could crack him, but Jezebelle was extraordinarily good at making people crack, hence her position in the Special Forces as an interrogator. “Well then, shall we get started?” she asked, bending over and grabbing his face between her fingers, pinching his mouth together and forcing it into a fishy face before slapping him none to gently and walking around him. Hands were placed on his shoulders and she leaned forward again, mouth close to his ear so that her hot breath rushed past when she spoke, “can’t you just make this easy on yourself and tell me?”
“Go to hell, bitch.” His voice came out in a deep growl and Jezebelle shook her head, tsking lightly at his lack of manners while taking a few steps backward. Her head tilted to the side a bit, that smirk turning into an evil grin as she watched a blackness spread upward along the man’s form, starting at his feet and slowly growing. The room they were in was all concrete with the exception of a metal door and the only light was from a wrought iron lamp in the north corner of the room, in front of the man, and next to it was a chair that Jezebelle made her way too, sitting down on it and crossing a leg over the other. By this point the blackness was up to his chest and she could see the fear starting to show in his eyes, yet his face remained stoic. He wasn’t going to be easy to crack, which only served to make her grin wickedly again, brilliant white teeth flashing in the dim light, and it was the last thing that he saw before his entire form was covered in a black bubble of impenetrable darkness. Silence fell on the room, so thick that one could almost feel it, and Jezebelle counted the seconds in her head, reaching five minutes when the first sound interrupted the silence.
It was light and would have been missed if she hadn’t been expecting it. The faint sound of a whimper had escaped the darkness and a look of excitement flashed through her ice blue eyes as she set her foot down on the concrete hard. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot and the man let out a terrified yelp and jumped backward, the chair scraping across the concrete floor. Jezebelle laughed and stood, walking circles around the man again before letting the mass of darkness slowly recede back down, keeping it around his chest in case he decided on continuing to be stubborn, but the look of fear in his eyes and on his face told her that she had already won. Just a couple more careful nudges and she’d have what she needed and could turn everything over to the Saints. “Now…about that information I asked you for?”
The man still looked unsure and blue eyes rolled upward as she reached back and pulled out a knife, placing the tip against her pointer finger and spinning it, the dim light from the lamp catching the gleaming metal and flashing it against his face. “Now, now, don’t be stubborn. It’d be a shame for me to get blood on my new outfit,” she told him with a light giggle, indicting to the black outfit that she was sporting for the evening. “It stains like you wouldn’t believe.” He swallowed and she pointed the knife at him, eyebrows rising slightly, but it wasn’t until the tip was pressed against his collar bone that he let out another whimper, “okay, okay! I’ll tell you everything I know!” Jezebelle smirked successfully and pulled her chair closer to him, pulling out a small voice recorder to record him as he spoke. True to his word, the man shared everything with her and when he was finished she stood and pushed the chair back, turning the light off and heading for the door. “Wait! You can’t just leave me in here!”
She opened the door and turned her head to look at him, grinning, “oh but that is exactly what I’m going to be doing. Have a good evening,” she said, a sing-song tone to her voice at the end of her sentence. Jezebelle let the heavy metal door close behind her, quickly silencing his loud protests, and placed the recorder outside the door. She called it in, telling one of the Saints where he was and to watch out for the tape recorder so that he didn’t step on it. Jezebelle did things differently from most of the other interrogators, instead liking to take her prisoners to her own picked out spot and letting someone else deal with bringing them in. Of course this could have some security issues since she never had backup, but Jezebelle didn’t need it. Slipping into her silver Cadillac, the blonde drove away from the warehouse and out of the outskirts of L.A, heading toward the inner of the city but staying away from downtown.
The sun was almost set, the sky a deep purple color except for a splash of brilliant orange and dark pink at the very end of the horizon. To normal people it would have been a beautiful site, however to Jezebelle she simply saw it as the beginning of what was turning out to be the end of a very wonderful day; the only way to celebrate was to have an equally wonderful evening. She pulled off of the main street and down a side road before coming to stop in the parking lot of a bar; it wasn’t a big place, not like some of the other clubs that one could find in L.A, but it was decent and the alcohol was cheap, which meant there were plenty of people who were getting piss ass drunk and would barely be thinking coherent thoughts, and those were the kinds of people that Jezebelle liked to play with. She walked in and stood at the entrance for a moment, eyes scanning over booths and tables, smirking lightly at anyone too unashamed to openly stare at her, and then brushed past them all and sat down at the bar counter.
She picked a spot where it was empty on both sides and ordered a rum and coke, sipping at the drink lightly as she turned around. There was a DJ station further to her left and a small dance floor that was occupied by a few of the more lively drunk patrons, while the right was filled with the other drunkards who more interested in their card game or drowning themselves in their woes and beer, hoping to drink enough to drown every negative thing about their life out. Poor saps. Jezebelle sighed lightly, so far not seeing anyone who looked like they might be worth her time, but she was patient and could live with hanging around for another hour or so. In order to find the right prey, one had to be patient.
“Go to hell, bitch.” His voice came out in a deep growl and Jezebelle shook her head, tsking lightly at his lack of manners while taking a few steps backward. Her head tilted to the side a bit, that smirk turning into an evil grin as she watched a blackness spread upward along the man’s form, starting at his feet and slowly growing. The room they were in was all concrete with the exception of a metal door and the only light was from a wrought iron lamp in the north corner of the room, in front of the man, and next to it was a chair that Jezebelle made her way too, sitting down on it and crossing a leg over the other. By this point the blackness was up to his chest and she could see the fear starting to show in his eyes, yet his face remained stoic. He wasn’t going to be easy to crack, which only served to make her grin wickedly again, brilliant white teeth flashing in the dim light, and it was the last thing that he saw before his entire form was covered in a black bubble of impenetrable darkness. Silence fell on the room, so thick that one could almost feel it, and Jezebelle counted the seconds in her head, reaching five minutes when the first sound interrupted the silence.
It was light and would have been missed if she hadn’t been expecting it. The faint sound of a whimper had escaped the darkness and a look of excitement flashed through her ice blue eyes as she set her foot down on the concrete hard. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot and the man let out a terrified yelp and jumped backward, the chair scraping across the concrete floor. Jezebelle laughed and stood, walking circles around the man again before letting the mass of darkness slowly recede back down, keeping it around his chest in case he decided on continuing to be stubborn, but the look of fear in his eyes and on his face told her that she had already won. Just a couple more careful nudges and she’d have what she needed and could turn everything over to the Saints. “Now…about that information I asked you for?”
The man still looked unsure and blue eyes rolled upward as she reached back and pulled out a knife, placing the tip against her pointer finger and spinning it, the dim light from the lamp catching the gleaming metal and flashing it against his face. “Now, now, don’t be stubborn. It’d be a shame for me to get blood on my new outfit,” she told him with a light giggle, indicting to the black outfit that she was sporting for the evening. “It stains like you wouldn’t believe.” He swallowed and she pointed the knife at him, eyebrows rising slightly, but it wasn’t until the tip was pressed against his collar bone that he let out another whimper, “okay, okay! I’ll tell you everything I know!” Jezebelle smirked successfully and pulled her chair closer to him, pulling out a small voice recorder to record him as he spoke. True to his word, the man shared everything with her and when he was finished she stood and pushed the chair back, turning the light off and heading for the door. “Wait! You can’t just leave me in here!”
She opened the door and turned her head to look at him, grinning, “oh but that is exactly what I’m going to be doing. Have a good evening,” she said, a sing-song tone to her voice at the end of her sentence. Jezebelle let the heavy metal door close behind her, quickly silencing his loud protests, and placed the recorder outside the door. She called it in, telling one of the Saints where he was and to watch out for the tape recorder so that he didn’t step on it. Jezebelle did things differently from most of the other interrogators, instead liking to take her prisoners to her own picked out spot and letting someone else deal with bringing them in. Of course this could have some security issues since she never had backup, but Jezebelle didn’t need it. Slipping into her silver Cadillac, the blonde drove away from the warehouse and out of the outskirts of L.A, heading toward the inner of the city but staying away from downtown.
The sun was almost set, the sky a deep purple color except for a splash of brilliant orange and dark pink at the very end of the horizon. To normal people it would have been a beautiful site, however to Jezebelle she simply saw it as the beginning of what was turning out to be the end of a very wonderful day; the only way to celebrate was to have an equally wonderful evening. She pulled off of the main street and down a side road before coming to stop in the parking lot of a bar; it wasn’t a big place, not like some of the other clubs that one could find in L.A, but it was decent and the alcohol was cheap, which meant there were plenty of people who were getting piss ass drunk and would barely be thinking coherent thoughts, and those were the kinds of people that Jezebelle liked to play with. She walked in and stood at the entrance for a moment, eyes scanning over booths and tables, smirking lightly at anyone too unashamed to openly stare at her, and then brushed past them all and sat down at the bar counter.
She picked a spot where it was empty on both sides and ordered a rum and coke, sipping at the drink lightly as she turned around. There was a DJ station further to her left and a small dance floor that was occupied by a few of the more lively drunk patrons, while the right was filled with the other drunkards who more interested in their card game or drowning themselves in their woes and beer, hoping to drink enough to drown every negative thing about their life out. Poor saps. Jezebelle sighed lightly, so far not seeing anyone who looked like they might be worth her time, but she was patient and could live with hanging around for another hour or so. In order to find the right prey, one had to be patient.
no one keeps a secret
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