Love me or hate me?
Players:
iShatteredSanity
CharlotteCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar:- Smirking that Alex accused her of popping her cherry on his bed, she didn’t let on she was in pain at all, and watched him exit the bedroom, muttering something about his monitors, or needing new ones. Taking a few deep breaths, she rose up and started to peel back her leather jacket top of her cat suit, the cuts in her arms quite deep, and painful. Ayalah tipped her head forward, catching her breath, while she tried to gauge the situation. She truly needed to get out of the apartment, but going back down out the window at this height with her injuries, was simply out of the question. She needed the key code to get out via the lift. Tossing up the thoughts in her mind, she realised, he truly had nothing on her, as far as the suspicious death of Josh; the gym owner. He suspected her of many things, but still didn’t have the truth of her plan. Her mission, was not part of the Russian operation, it was merely to prove to her, that she had the balls, to face him on his turf, and for moments, she stared him down, knowing that she was figuratively on top. Ayala decided that if she was stuck, she was going to enjoy it. Swinging her legs off the bed, she made a yeouch sound, from the foot strike from the kunai. Damn things. She slowly started to tear off her cat suit, revealing her under wear, and a body cut and bleeding. Gathering her senses, she hobbled into the ensuite, and started the shower, taking off the last of her undergarments. Stepping into the shower, under the blasting hot water jets, the bottom of the shower, was coated in her blood. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, the living room was a huge mess, but Alexandros could not leave it like that; especially his desk with his computers. After cleaning up all the mess, the broken glass, cleaning the blood from the floor, the kunai from the floor, the needles from the ceiling, Alexandros had sat on his chair, checking all of his machines to see if they were still operating. Glad that only a monitor was trashed, he decided that he would order a new one in the morning. After fixing his desk and rearranging his monitors, he turned on his computers. Phew, they were safe despite the beating that they had taken. Only a few fans were making a lot of noise, but that could be fixed with new cases. Stroking the keys on his keyboard and finishing the repairs, Alexandros leaned back on his couch, now feeling the breeze that seeped in his apartment from the broken windows. Sighing softly he headed towards the broken windows and closed the shutters; at least this way less air would seep inside his apartment. Turning on the heat to warm up the place, he then headed towards the kitchen. There he saw the broken microwave oven and shrugged his shoulders.- “I will get a new one then. Damn…” –He muttered and removed the broken one from the counter, unplugging it from the wall socket and putting it on the side, right next to the elevator door. Then he headed to the main electric panel for his apartment, turning on the switches for the power to be restored in every line. Nodding to himself he was about to head back to his desk when he heard the sound of running water. Walking towards the bathroom, he noticed the steam that came from his cubicle and also some of the blood on the glass walls of the cubicle. For a moment he pitied Ayalah, but he knew that she was too dangerous. He did think of killing her on the spot, but that was not his style. He was trained as a samurai back in Japan, not as a ninja or an assassin. He believed in a good fight and not some assassination attempt. Shrugging his shoulders once more he looked around the place, trying to forget about Ayalah when he noticed that he first aid kit that he had given her earlier was in the trash bin.- “Ungrateful bitch…” –He muttered once more and headed towards the bedroom. Once there he took the leftovers of Ayalah’s suit as well as the blood painted sheets. Tossing the leftovers in the trash can, he headed towards the bathroom where the laundry machine was located at. Shoving the sheets and Ayalah’s underwear in there, Alexandros activated the machine. And then he just sat down on the floor, listening to the sound of the water as Ayalah was taking a shower. He had a chance to do something with her and no longer fap to her pictures, but why wasn’t he entering the cubicle?-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Inside the shower cubicle, Ayalah stood with her right foot raised slightly, the wound quite large, and the blood flowing from the top of her foot, with the water splashing down upon it. She held her left hand up and planted against the tiles, to support herself, as she let the shower jets blast the top of her head, her crimson locks totally wet and clinging to her head. As the water ran down her face, and across her lips, she blew out, spraying the tiles in front of her. Images of the fight between Alex and her, kept rotating in her mind. She should have just killed him. She had the chance, but instead, she had speak instead. Those seconds cost the moment. Was she slipping? Was she truly off her game? Looking like something that had just had a fight with a butching machine, multiple lacerations, she was a right mess. Having tossed away the first aid kit, may have been careless, but she thought she was above all that…above turning to someone she was trying to one up, that she was weak. A sound caught her attention; the clothes washing machine. He must have been really cleaning up, and Ayalah wondered, why isn’t he in here, finishing me off? None of this made sense. Lowering her arm, she turned off the taps, and opened the cubicle door, allowing the steam to escape. Reaching for a towel, she stepped out onto the mat, and started to pat herself down, taking extra care, to the places where she was slashed. Stepping out with just a towel, she saw Alex sitting on the floor. Narrowing her gaze, she said. “Aren’t you going to call..the police?” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Sitting down on the floor, Alexandros was wondering why he did not finish her off. Under different circumstances, Ayalah would deliver the final blow. Could it be that he was actually feeling sympathy for the Israeli assassin? Pity? Perhaps a crush? He was not sure, but the fact still remained that Alexandros was sitting on the floor, staring at the clothes inside the washing machine. Rotating and rotating and rotating and rotating… He was not aware that Ayalah had finished her shower until she walked out and spoke. “Aren’t you going to call..the police?”, Ayalah asked.- “I have some cuffs and a policeman outfit somewhere in my closet. Wanna play cop and burglar?” –Alexandros replied right away. It was a joke, but Alexandros’ tone was not so joking. He was a bit tired. Cleaning up the whole mess was indeed tiring, especially after a fight with Ayalah and after being drugged. But while Alexandros spoke, he did not turn around to look at her, he was just staring at the machine for a few more moments. Then he suddenly got up and looked at her, watching her naked body and scanning her from tip to toe.- “You look much sexier than your pictures.” –He said and turned around so that he could walk outside the bathroom.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ever the joker, Alexandros’s response brought something of a ha ha, from Ayalah, who winced, cause, after the blade slash to her chest, the movement of her body cause the wound to reopen. “Wanna play cop and burglar?” Very funny. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest that he would have a kink for dressing up. Ayalah stared down at the machine, seeing her clothes going round and round. Great, all she had was a towel. One that was wet and bloody. The idea of streaking to her car in the snow, was not something she had in mind. But then, he got up off the floor, and she could see how his eyes travelled over her naked form, taking every inch of her in, blood and all. “You look much sexier than your pictures.” A compliment? From someone she tried to kill? This scenario was whacked. Even for her. A slight tilt of the head, and she noticed he was leaving, and she said. “You think…THIS..*and she pointed to her open wounds, the blood still trickling down her legs*…is sexy? I …err..look better with clothes on.” This was going against her own code….talking to someone whom was on the other side…like a familiar. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -It seemed that even the devil sometimes could laugh at the humans’ remarks. But the she-devil was in no shape to even do that. But oh well, she had that coming right from the start when she attacked him. But still, Alexandros was surprised that he could get such an expression and reaction from her. And then came his comment on her body, and her reply. Turning his head to look at her, Alexandros gave a slight shrug of his shoulders.- “It seems that you are still a woman. And yes, I am talking that body of yours. Now, come outside. I will tend to your wounds.” –Alexandros said and walked outside the bathroom, heading straight for the first aid kit in the trash can. After taking it out from the can, he headed for the couch where he sat down and leaned his back backwards, patting the seat next to him.- “Come. If I wanted to kill you or harm you in any way, I would have done that by now.” –Alexandros said and waited for Ayalah to be reasonable this time and listen to him.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ayalah’s eyes darted around the room, before settling back on Alexandros. For the first time, she felt truly alien about the situation. Always having a failsafe plan, to get in, do the job and get out again, before anyone expected or realised what she had done. Ayalah had used her arsenal, and here she was, back to being vunerable and she didn’t like it. Like a cornered animal, wounded, and unsure, as well as naked, with the exception of the towel, she didn’t know what to make of all this. “It seems that you are still a woman. And yes, I am talking that body of yours. Now, come outside. I will tend to your wounds.” It had been years, since a man regarded her as a woman, and not an object or a hired gun. Business before pleasure, but it seemed, to always be business. Ayalah had built a serious wall around herself, as she shut off her emotions, and forgot who she once was. Slowly, she crept after him, the towel barely covering her. The room where she had done most of the damage, was cleaned up pretty well, but the blood splatter remained. Ayalah sat down beside him, though you could see she was pretty much on the edge of the seat. Her eyes showed that she had dropped the barrier slightly, but still was cautious. Seeing the first aid kit, she commented. Her voice different, for it had a definite accent, of an Israeli. “I don’t think you have enough bandages.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -There is a glow in a wild animal’s eyes. This glow that is proof that the beast is untamed and wild. That glow was there on Ayalah’s eyes. Alexandros had seen that ever since they first met, but right now it was more obvious. Perhaps she had become like a beast in order to protect herself from something. Perhaps something had happened in her past that forced her to become like that. Perhaps this, perhaps that, perhaps so many more things, yet the fact remained; she was wild. Alexandros was waiting on the couch for Ayalah to come, and she did, but she was either not so willing to do that or she was just afraid. Afraid? Hmmm… There was this possibility. Regardless. Alexandros looked at Ayalah as she sat down and chuckled at her comment.- “Who spoke about bandages? Those wounds won’t close with bandages, plus I don’t think that whoever hired you wants to see you in that shape. I am thinking of something more radical.” –Alexandros made a small pause and opened the first aid kit and then a small box that had a small iron plate with the dimensions of 1 x 2 cm.- “I am thinking of something like this. And this.” –He said as he took out the metallic plate that was attached on a small metallic stick with a rubber handle, and a lighter.- “And this is going to hurt, but think about it, the bleeding will stop and you will only need some aloe vera or some shit like that for some time. Then you can take sexy pictures again with no worries.” –Alexandros said and looked at Ayalah, waiting for her reaction and response.-
CharlotteCarrendar; – Alex spoke of Ayalah’s boss, like the man would even care what she looked like. This actually brought out something of a smirk and a roll of the eyes. From what she knew of the Employer, was actually very little. Most of the time, she had dealt with the business side of things through Vlad, and only twice had she been in Yuri’s office in Prague. The man, paid her no mind, only that she did what she was told to do, instructed to do, in order to complete her mission. Ayalah was just a contractor, like anyone else you hire. Now back to the bandaging, or lack of it. Alex had come up with a much more painful way, of healing her. Maybe he was a sadist, and would get off her pain, from his use of the barbaric looking tools. Ayalah sat rigidly on the edge of the couch, not knowing if she should fold her arms, or just rest them on the seat. But then Alex brought up the sexy photos again, and she had to comment. “Just…get it over with. And quit it with the pictures. I am not model…okay..I do not pose”- but then a light came on and she suddenly smirked. “You saw…didn’t you, Alex? The video…did you like that?”- Her curiosity was now awakened. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros a sadist? Not far from the truth actually. But the method of tending to Ayalah’s wounds was one that he was performing on himself as well. In the past he had suffered from stabs and slashes all over his body, being a little punk and causing huge commotions in the streets of Tokyo as a youngster. That was the fastest way for a wound to heal, even though it was painful. Well, at least less painful than the wound reopening with the bandages and all that jazz.- “Alright then. Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle.” –Alexandros said and chuckled while having a devious smirk on his face.- “I am so going to enjoy this.” –He muttered while snickering. Then he held the stick with his right hand while lighting the lighter and placing the square end on the fire so that the metal could get hot.- “I know that you are not a model, but have you ever thought of becoming one? I bet that you would be a huge success. Think about it…” –Alexandros said and shrugged slightly as the tip was hot enough to close the wound. As he got closer to her chest wound, he heard her last words. Those about the video. Alexandros momentarily stopped moving and then he pressed down the hot metal on her wound, cauterizing it from inside out and smelling the burned tissue.- “Yes, I saw that.” –Alexandros replied sharply and pressed the square end on her wound for some more time before removing it and wiping it with a bandage to clean the blood from it.- “Why do you ask?” –Alexandros asked Ayalah while looking at her and heating up the tip once more for the next wound.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Okay, so maybe she decided to push a button, the tigress showing she still had that vicious streak. Her softer side dissolving, as the merc returned to the fore. She aimed to see, in part if he had indeed seen the footage of Josh dominating her, but in secret, she wanted to know was he truly seeing her as a sex object, a vision of lust. “Alright then. Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle.” Alex said, with a sinister chuckle. Ayalah caught her breath, readying herself for the pain to follow. Her eyes followed his hands, getting the lighter to make the metal of the instrument red hot. But as he did this, he decided to be casual Alex once again. Small talk. About her becoming a model. Had she ever considered it? No, for her work was her life. Alex got closer, when she mentioned the video, pausing before applying the hot searing strip of the metal plate. Yes, I saw that.” Ayalah’s hands gripped the couch, her fingernails driving into the fabric, as she tried to stifle a cry of pain. Her eyes closed tight. The pain was excruciating, but she did not want to appear the coward. Alex’s voice matched that of the metal. Hot and sharp. His hand came up to wipe the blood away, and he stared at her, about to go for the next wound. “Why do you ask?” Finding her voice again, after swallowing hard, she grimaced, seeing the metal was about to touch her skin again. “Would it…be in bad taste to say…I am to die for.” Her brown eyes flickered, and the hidden message in her question was veiled, but would he understand? <3>
