ROLEPLAY HQ - sinners-isle

Trigger Warnings: Murder, death, kidnapping, sexual content, TBD

He woke up to start the new class as he had any other year. Paradiso was meant to bring new happiness and tear away the inhibitons from those that were willing but yet nervous. Something he found great pride in. He'd welcomed many beautiful women to his humble island and sent them off with smiles, ready and willing to please the men in their lives with a new vigor. This could be a tiring job, but knowing how rewarding to felt to those who came to him for his services, he couldn't imagine any other kind of life. As he put himself together, starting with his skin care routine, following by a few dabs of cologne and finally putting on his suit, he felt prepared for the day. The birds chirping gleefully as he walked down towards the shore. The familiar boat docking as he welcomed his new and gorgeous guests. God did he love his job. "Good morning ladies! It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Lucian, but until you all earn the right to address me as such, you will refer to me solely as sir or master. You're all here with a single express goal in mind: to learn how to be the sweet, beautiful and submissive women that I know you can all be. What are the rules you may ask? Simple. Treat everyone with respect and understand that consent is the most paramount virtue of Paradiso. Other than that, you're free to express yourselves in any way you. Just have fun, and understand that you will behave and these lessons will be beautiful, painful, and thorough. If you all understand speak as such." A chorus of a blend of 'Yes sirs.' and 'Yes masters' flooded his ears. This was always the best part of the first day. "Now ladies please, follow team. They will take you to your lodging. Relax and get comfortable with your surroundings. Your lessons start tomorrow." After they all passed him, he found himself ready for a beautiful class indeed. Breathing in the air, satisfied by the smell of salt and faint hint of mixing perfumes. Through the corner of his eye, he noticed

03:22

a figure, stumbling and evidently not taken care of by the torn clothing. The faint sight of red, propelling his feet before even he'd realizing it. @ivette

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Growing up, I had always been in “high society”, though this meant that I had to wear pretty dresses and go to parties for my parents. It also meant I had arranged marriages, and I didn’t really get a say in my life. It’s always just been crazy, but because of my abusive father, I learned to stay quiet. Eventually when I turned 18 by parents married me off to 30-year-old. He was 12 years my senior but it was still legal. We got married just a month after my 19th birthday, he will need to make sure to have a long enough engagement. He proposed to me on my 18th birthday, and with my parents present I had no choice but to say yes. I was skillful enough to not have to always deal with him. I would avoid him as much as I possibly could. Thought, that all changed our wedding night. He took me. I had no knowledge of what anything was. And he said he was going to teach me, well, I didn’t exactly want to be taught. After six months of me, fighting him every single second he tried to touch me, he finally signed me up to go to this island called Paradiso. He told me, “This is where you will go to learn how to be a good fucking wife. You will learn to submit, you will learn to serve. You are learn how to be submissive bitch.” On the boat ride to the island, I think about him. He wasn’t as bad as my father, or at least I thought. my father wouldn’t ever take my face, he didn’t want anyone to know his abuse, but Tyler wasn’t as careful. One of the guys on the boat sent to supervisors, seem to take attraction to me. He told me that he was going to be teaching me my first lesson. I don’t take kindly when people grab on me. We ended up getting in a tussle, and I ended up grabbing his knife that he had upon him that he was trying to use against me…. And I stabbed straight in the chest. The other girls seemed terrified…. Of me. Were they here by choice? I was confused. The rest is about right to the island. Everyone ignored me. I wasn’t upset about it at all, I like to be alone

07:06

. find me when I get there, and then walks out and is talking, but I mostly turn him out, until ever woman around me answers him with an honorific. I look around confused but quickly follow them off the boat, as they seemed to know where to go. I try to lay low and not be seen hopefully to make it through today with out being harmed again. @marcus

Noticing her try to sneak away, he grabbed her by her arm and holds her back. Looking at her face, it's more than apparent that something, everything is wrong with this one. The rip in her clothes, the blood with an impossible source. Yet, no one seems overtly petrified of her. "Don't move little girl. Hold still and when I tell you, you're going to follow me." Once they're the last ones left, he leads her by her hand to my private cabana. The only building that doesn't look completely modern, but that's how he liked things. He opened the wooden door for her to enter, closing it behind them. "I'm going into the bathroom. Strip down to your underwear. I'm going to clean you up." Not a hint of asking in his voice. Of course she'd listen to his directions. Everyone knew their place when he was around. Upon entering the bathroom, he checked the first aid kit for everything he'd need: peroxide, bandages, sewing needles and thread. Upon return to the poor woman he dropped down to his knees. "Alright. So while I take care of you, why don't you tell me your name and what got you looking like this." @ivette

I feel a hand wrapped around my arm in my immediate reaction is to try to pull away. I look at the man and he tells me not to move, and then the moment I’ll follow him. this triggers, something inside me that I didn’t really understand, made me realize that this place is gonna be exactly like my fiancé’s house. I struggle, but I realize that the grip on his arm is hard to strong for me to even try to get away. So I just submit to my fate for this moment, he leads me away, and I reluctantly follow him to a cabin that is less modern rest of the place. It’s kind of cute, almost cozy. I followed him in to the main room and he tells me that he’s going to the bathroom and that I need to strip for him. Hell to the no I’m not stripping. He claims that he’ll clean me up but I know better than to believe them in when they tell you they’re just going to ‘clean you up’ or anything along the lines of an innocent saying. When you’re naked in front of a man, they take what they want without asking. And there was no way that I was going to let that happen. Though the voice he used did make me shiver and didn’t really give me any space to argue. I still wasn’t going to listen to it. The second that he’s in the bathroom I turn to the door, and quickly leave out it, shutting it impossibly quiet behind me. as soon as the cold, brisk air of the island and the sea hits my face, I break into a run. I ran back to the boat dock and run to where all the other girls went. I hoped I’d be able to blend into the crowd of women and that I would see him again. @marcus

After coming back into the room I discover that she'd ran off, sloppily I'd might add. The trail of blood leaving the cabin would make it easy to track her, but that would also defeat the purpose of what we do here. I took at a seat at my desk and pulled out my phone and begin to dial. Waiting through two rings when they phone is answered. "Hey Felix. There's a woman in the group, she should be towards the rear. She's bleeding a bit too much for my liking. If you get a bit lost, just look down. You'll see what I mean. Grab her and bring her back will ya? Thanks, I appreciate it." I pour myself a glass of whiskey, half for pleasure, half for the exasperation that I'll no doubt experience with this woman. But that's part of the job I guess. An unexpected and unprecedented part of the job, but still. I wouldn't change this for the world. For now, I'll sit and wait, first aid kit in hand. @ivette

I held anything bloody close to me, so that it wouldn’t drip on the ground anymore. As me and the other girls got to the cabin, I quickly fed she used in order to get rid of the evidence. I hide the clothes that I was wearing underneath my bed. I made sure that I was cleaned up and I looked well enough to blend in. I find a girl who looks similar to me and I’ll make sure to stand by her, even taking it a step further, and finding more girls that look exactly like each other. I keep my head down and for once thankful for my smaller size. I was able to hide behind the taller girls, in the middle of the pack of girls all dressed in different shades of the rainbows. But the same cut dress. We looked similar enough, I hoped the similarities between all of us would allow to hide from that man till I could find a way to escape from my fiancé and this island. @marcus

I sat and waited for the call. The call that would let me know they found her and she was safe. Every minute, I grew more and more impatient. The empty glass of whiskey barely doing anything to hold back my annoyance. What the hell happened on that boat that she was covered in blood and is so petrified? I picked up the phone and called Felix. "We have to get her safe and sound. Call for the feast early. Make sure everyone knows not to engage and only notify me away from all of our guests if they notice anyone looking out of the ordinary." After hanging up, I pick up the first aid kit and headed to our kitchen. Throwing on an apron on the way, I'm prepared to help cook to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible. @ivette

I blend well into the gaggle of girls, the chitter chatter seemed happy and lively. From what I’d heard of this place you were forced to become submissive slaves for husbands and fiancés. Thinking of my fiancé caused a cold icy shiver to course through my body. Please lord let me get through this week. And be free… Suddenly the group stops and I can hear the crunch of combat boots on the ground. The snaps of sticks and twigs while the men who run the island seem to circle the large group of woman like hungry wolves. Hoping to pray on us and become a meal for them. There was no way in hell that was happening to me. I just needed to lay low for a few weeks and get the hell off this island and then run. And run far way…. Farther then Tyler or Dad could find me…. Far enough to be free… I though as the men coral the woman and tell them that we will be going to the mess hall early. After making it into the beautifully ornate room, I look around and see all the decorations but as well as the amount of posted guards. It almost felt like a hidden prison. An exasperated sigh falls from my lips as I take a seat next to two other brunettes. I hope you continue to keep my disguise, making it so that the man who grab me earlier, couldn’t find me. Thought now having a chance to logically think about him, I realize what his voice does and how his deep toned skin contrasts my own so well. Shit Tyler will kill you if you do anything…. Breath you’ll be ok. I give myself a pep talk as the food is to be passed out. @marcus

I watch from above as they all excitedly congregate in the dining hall. Pride filling my heart that a haven to embrace, enjoy, and learn about one's sexuality is here and thriving. Then a pain fills my heart that despite that, someone is here, frightened beyond imagination, undoubtedly confused, and worse of all, hurt without treatment. How did this woman get here? Why is she here? Doesn't she know what Paradiso is? Surely, her actions wouldn't be this severe if she did, right? These questions and so many others fill my mind as I watch the first dish being served to each of the woman in the halls. Finding one person in here would be a hellish task, let alone one that's deliberately trying to hide. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed, spots of red on the floor, confirming at the least she is here. Taking out my phone, I call Felix once more. "Felix, get the boys together. Two people per entrance, just make sure no one leaves without me knowing. Remember, no one here is a hostage or to be touched against their will, but safety is above all paramount." Kneeling down for a moment to recollect my thoughts, terrified of the idea of things being so terribly wrong from the very fucking start, and that's when I see my damsel in distress with a face full of uncertainty and fear. @ivette

The plates are passed out with the first dish, I continue to stay hidden in the middle of the crowd as I match the girls energy around me as best I can. They all eat and talk happily. How are all these woman so happy to be here? Are they here because they want to be? How is that possible? Why would enough want to learn how to be subservient to their husbands/Fiancés? I need to get out of here. I think to myself as I continue to look around trying to see if there’s a way out of this hell hole. But every hope of leaving abandoned when I see two guards at each of the possible exits, continuing to look for a possible way out, I see him. The one who took me away from the group to a cabin on the shore front. I don’t like him, he’ll probably be just like Tyler. Hes the owner so therefore he has to be just like him and dad. I look away in order to not get his attention, I instead focus on the plate in front of me. The food looks good but I know better than to eat something prepared by someone else. So I just sit there staring at it waiting for this to end, praying that when it does I can somehow find a way to escape from the hell im living. @marcus

I take steps from the rafters towards the staircase. With each motion, I can feel my heart pound and with each palpitation, my breath becomes shallow as my lungs try to match the pace of the my mind. Is there even a way to handle this in a way to not cause panic? Can we even continue while there's someone who's so hellbent on not participating for whatever reason? None of this is making sense and I don't know what more I can do. As I take the stage, I hold the microphone in my hand, unsure if what I'm about to say will even be for the best, but it's the best I can do. "Good afternoon ladies. This is Lucian speaking, not sir nor master. It has come to our attention that a guest of Paradiso is here seemingly against her will. She is injured and is not complying with the attempts of getting medical help. It is with a heavy heart that we will have to end our time together prematurely. Full refunds will be given along with priority bookings towards your next stay if you so choose to return. I apologize deeply for the inconvenience, but as I stated earlier, safety and consent of the most paramount priority of Paradiso and I cannot in good conscious allow this continue while a major breach of trust is occurring. I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me as I've been forced to come to this decision on my own. In time I hope you will all find your own paradise, even if it's not the one you were promised here. You will be afforded enough time to fully enjoy your meals and repack your bags before the ship sets sail back to your homes. Once again, I am deeply sorry for these circumstances and inconveniences." @ivette