Brigetta Sandra
~~~Anna Valek~~~
K’s Goon
Angelus orote. Angelus. Salva me.
Waking up with the smell of a noxious chemical in your nose is not the best way to get you in a happy mood. Anna's eyes fluttered open, staring dizzily in front of her as she attempted to make out anything in the brightness that drowned out her form. Upon making out the details of Daemon's face she felt like spitting on him, but her mouth was too dry to perform such an action. "I'm going to ******** kill you." she said with a hiss, which only sparked a laugh from the man in front of her. Her arms hurt and were stiff from being pulled over her head for such a long time. Why was she with Daemon? Oh right, the ball... ********! She never got her dance!
She couldn't feel her purse on her either, the purse in question having been dropped inside of the dance floor. It was kicked up against the wall, the contents spilled out. It was a wonder that no one had stolen them. Damn. Anna was stuck wherever she was this crazy a** maniac, and no way for anyone to find her. Well, there were only two people that would know where to look. Anna hardly ever disappeared for no reason, leaving no notice. She hoped that someone would wonder where she was...
Having faith that at any moment, Adam or Heidi would burst through the door at the top of the stairs, she ignored Daemon as if he wasn't even there. She didn't feel like negotiating with him. He wouldn't let her go anyway. She focused on the door, counting down from ten repeatedly as she waited.
"He's not coming." Daemon said, standing up as he pushed the folding chair back, off to the side. Before Anna could look confused Daemon continued. "Adam's not coming." he clarified. "In fact, he let this happen." he said. When Anna didn't look at Daemon the man got irritated and slapped her right cheek hard. "Look at me, b***h!" he said, fuming. When she refused, he got in front of her, his nose inches away from hers. "He chose to dance with Erika instead of saving you." he said with a grin, seeing a metaphorical light of confidence flickering waveringly in her eyes. "Yea. He saw me suffocating you and shrugged, smiling at that woman." Daemon continued to speak, moving behind Anna to the tale of instruments. "As for that other woman, Heidi, she's not coming either. Doesn't even know you're gone. No one does, for that matter."
Anna started to laugh. "You're a sad, sorry, misinformed son of a b***h." Anna insulted. "You're lying. One of them will find me. Maybe both, so that while I'm being cut down you will be cut up." she said. She laughed again. "I may not seem very important to Mr.K, but I'm one of Heidi's best friends." she informed him. "It won't take her long to sniff me out."
"Oh, I don't doubt that. With all of the blood I'll spill there won't be a single creature out there that won't smell your corpse and come running." He lit up another cigarette, as he'd drawn the last puff out of his first one. "It's almost a shame to hurt a pretty thing though." he said, coming up behind her again. "So if you don't mind, I'll take it off before your blood soils it." he slid the zipper down the back of her dress, catching it before it puddled on the floor. He laid it out on the chair he'd been sitting on. "My my my... Were you expecting some fun, later tonight?" he inquired, looking at the lingerie she wore. "I wonder who you thought you'd be spending the night with..." he said rhetorically with a laugh.
Anna growled lowly, pissed off when the cold air of the basement hit her body. Little ********. At least he didn't rip the dress off.
The man proceeded to remove her heels and jewelry, despite how much she moved around to try to avoid him. Tired of her thrashing even after he'd finished taking off the accessories he grabbed her left arm firmly just below the elbow. "If you're not careful, you're going to-" he yanked up and back hard. "Dislocate your shoulder." he finished.
Her eyes widened with a gasp as she felt her shoulder crack. She wasn't sure what he'd done, whether he'd broken it or dislocated it or what, but it hurt enough to cause the pain to ripple through her body. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she breathed as slow as she could. Pain was mental. So if she believed that it was normal to feel the pain, it might not hurt as bad. This happy train of thought was broken when she felt the burn of the end of his cigarette on the side of her belly. She jerked, successfully moving away from him but against her aching shoulder. She cringed, tensing up against the ropes at her wrists as she tried to let the pain dull some.
"Oh come on. Tough girl like you can stand a little anguish, can't you?" he asked. He pushed her hips with one hand, rocking her in mid air as she swung on the ropes. He laughed at how she continued to look focused and serious, trying desperately not to let the pain show. "Come on, let's liven up that face a little!" he said, grabbing a hand full of her hair so as to pull her head back. "Do you remember interrupting me, back when I was having my fun with Mr.Crawford?" he asked, not expecting a reply. "You smashed a porcelain lamp against my skull." he reminded her. He flashed the piece of broken fixture in front of her face. "Gave me a nice, big, nasty cut right on my head." he said. "No need for apologies, however, for I'll give you one to match." He took the shard of glass like pottery into his hand firmly, his palm on a dull side, before he swiftly rocked it against her head. Blood began to ooze out over her blonde hair and her face finally contorted in pain. He tossed the shard of lamp aside, listening to it shatter on the distant area of cement.
Anna's chest was heaving, some from the most recent inflicted pain and some from the panic that more was to come. She went back to staring at the door, waiting impatiently for someone to come to her rescue.
"No one's coming!" Daemon shouted at her, punching her this time in the cheek. Her head jerked in the opposite direction and her eyes squeezed shut, giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting a response from her now. "Since I didn't finish my routine with Adam, I'll just start again with you." he said, picking up a razor.
Anna's eyes went wide when she saw Daemon brandish the razor. Adam hadn't had much done to him, but one of the worst cuts he had had been across the knuckles of both hands. She tried pulling away from Daemon, only forcing herself to jar into stillness when her shoulder once again shocked her. She closed her eyes tight, her entire body tensing up as she saw Daemon's hand reach up, razor held tight.
She couldn't feel her purse on her either, the purse in question having been dropped inside of the dance floor. It was kicked up against the wall, the contents spilled out. It was a wonder that no one had stolen them. Damn. Anna was stuck wherever she was this crazy a** maniac, and no way for anyone to find her. Well, there were only two people that would know where to look. Anna hardly ever disappeared for no reason, leaving no notice. She hoped that someone would wonder where she was...
Having faith that at any moment, Adam or Heidi would burst through the door at the top of the stairs, she ignored Daemon as if he wasn't even there. She didn't feel like negotiating with him. He wouldn't let her go anyway. She focused on the door, counting down from ten repeatedly as she waited.
"He's not coming." Daemon said, standing up as he pushed the folding chair back, off to the side. Before Anna could look confused Daemon continued. "Adam's not coming." he clarified. "In fact, he let this happen." he said. When Anna didn't look at Daemon the man got irritated and slapped her right cheek hard. "Look at me, b***h!" he said, fuming. When she refused, he got in front of her, his nose inches away from hers. "He chose to dance with Erika instead of saving you." he said with a grin, seeing a metaphorical light of confidence flickering waveringly in her eyes. "Yea. He saw me suffocating you and shrugged, smiling at that woman." Daemon continued to speak, moving behind Anna to the tale of instruments. "As for that other woman, Heidi, she's not coming either. Doesn't even know you're gone. No one does, for that matter."
Anna started to laugh. "You're a sad, sorry, misinformed son of a b***h." Anna insulted. "You're lying. One of them will find me. Maybe both, so that while I'm being cut down you will be cut up." she said. She laughed again. "I may not seem very important to Mr.K, but I'm one of Heidi's best friends." she informed him. "It won't take her long to sniff me out."
"Oh, I don't doubt that. With all of the blood I'll spill there won't be a single creature out there that won't smell your corpse and come running." He lit up another cigarette, as he'd drawn the last puff out of his first one. "It's almost a shame to hurt a pretty thing though." he said, coming up behind her again. "So if you don't mind, I'll take it off before your blood soils it." he slid the zipper down the back of her dress, catching it before it puddled on the floor. He laid it out on the chair he'd been sitting on. "My my my... Were you expecting some fun, later tonight?" he inquired, looking at the lingerie she wore. "I wonder who you thought you'd be spending the night with..." he said rhetorically with a laugh.
Anna growled lowly, pissed off when the cold air of the basement hit her body. Little ********. At least he didn't rip the dress off.
The man proceeded to remove her heels and jewelry, despite how much she moved around to try to avoid him. Tired of her thrashing even after he'd finished taking off the accessories he grabbed her left arm firmly just below the elbow. "If you're not careful, you're going to-" he yanked up and back hard. "Dislocate your shoulder." he finished.
Her eyes widened with a gasp as she felt her shoulder crack. She wasn't sure what he'd done, whether he'd broken it or dislocated it or what, but it hurt enough to cause the pain to ripple through her body. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she breathed as slow as she could. Pain was mental. So if she believed that it was normal to feel the pain, it might not hurt as bad. This happy train of thought was broken when she felt the burn of the end of his cigarette on the side of her belly. She jerked, successfully moving away from him but against her aching shoulder. She cringed, tensing up against the ropes at her wrists as she tried to let the pain dull some.
"Oh come on. Tough girl like you can stand a little anguish, can't you?" he asked. He pushed her hips with one hand, rocking her in mid air as she swung on the ropes. He laughed at how she continued to look focused and serious, trying desperately not to let the pain show. "Come on, let's liven up that face a little!" he said, grabbing a hand full of her hair so as to pull her head back. "Do you remember interrupting me, back when I was having my fun with Mr.Crawford?" he asked, not expecting a reply. "You smashed a porcelain lamp against my skull." he reminded her. He flashed the piece of broken fixture in front of her face. "Gave me a nice, big, nasty cut right on my head." he said. "No need for apologies, however, for I'll give you one to match." He took the shard of glass like pottery into his hand firmly, his palm on a dull side, before he swiftly rocked it against her head. Blood began to ooze out over her blonde hair and her face finally contorted in pain. He tossed the shard of lamp aside, listening to it shatter on the distant area of cement.
Anna's chest was heaving, some from the most recent inflicted pain and some from the panic that more was to come. She went back to staring at the door, waiting impatiently for someone to come to her rescue.
"No one's coming!" Daemon shouted at her, punching her this time in the cheek. Her head jerked in the opposite direction and her eyes squeezed shut, giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting a response from her now. "Since I didn't finish my routine with Adam, I'll just start again with you." he said, picking up a razor.
Anna's eyes went wide when she saw Daemon brandish the razor. Adam hadn't had much done to him, but one of the worst cuts he had had been across the knuckles of both hands. She tried pulling away from Daemon, only forcing herself to jar into stillness when her shoulder once again shocked her. She closed her eyes tight, her entire body tensing up as she saw Daemon's hand reach up, razor held tight.
