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Triggers: his role-play will contain criminal activities, mature subject mature such as sex and a little bdsm. It is a touch darker in nature so should be viewed by the people that are okay with this kind of story. .
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Sevin 03/08/2023 17:17
TRIGGER WARNING This role-play will contain criminal activities, mature subject mature such as sex and a little bdsm. It is a touch darker in nature so should be viewed by the people that are okay with this kind of story .
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Caius breathed in deeply of the damp city air. It filled every inch of space out on the balcony overlooking the cityscape. It hadn’t been something he enjoyed, but was necessary. Money flowed like fucking water here, the dam long since broken, left to ease the path of a criminal life style. Darkness rules as it always did in the city that never slept. He preferred it that way, enjoyed the atmosphere even if the dirt, grime, and scum were unavoidable. Nearly two hours have passed since the orders of collection were issued. Soon he knew his men would find her, and bring her to him. In the meantime Caius settled in to looking out into the city. The distant sounds filled the night air. People filled the space in a cacophony of sounds that were damn near difficult to process but oddly soothing. Caius tapped his fingertips against the cold metal rail. And peered at the line of buildings. “Boss, they just arrived.” Tony, one of his more trusted men said in a professional cadence that set his thoughts racing. A nod, that simple gestured offered allowed Tony to step back in while Caius took one last look at the dark city before him. A sigh fell from between his lips just as he pushed himself back, turned and headed into the masculine décor of his penthouse. A soft echo followed him as he walked into the living room, towards the bar area and stood to make himself a drink. .
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Two or three minutes later they carried her in with them. Or she walked, he didn’t care how they got her in so long as she was set before him. Once put down Caius tilted his head and examined her appearance. Pretty, easy on the eyes but he fucked many beautiful woman. There was something about her that appealed to him but he would contemplate what just yet. “Your brother sold you to me. I haven’t yet figured out what I want to do with you. Flesh debts have never been my particular pleasure but he assured me you can work off his debt.”
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bleue 03/10/2023 04:25
Heart failure. It was a common diagnosis, one that Layla ran into frequently in her work as a home health nurse. She had pulled into her patient’s driveway around noon hoping to avoid the druggies and tweakers at such an “early” hour. Moments later, she found herself staring down at her patient’s ulcerated fluid-filled lower extremities. The house was your typical 1950s home. It had once been a beacon of blue-collar prosperity. But the city around it had branched off in another direction… leaving the home and its neighborhood dilapidated and neglected. She was now in the “bad” part of town where food deserts existed, and meth addicts rolled like tumbleweeds outside gas stations and dollar stores. She tended to her patient’s wounds, cross legged on the floor, applying a zinc oxide dressing in a pretty pattern to promote lymphatic drainage. Once complete, she removed her gloves and she got a set of vitals from her patient. “You gotta reduce your salt intake, Mrs. Summers,” she said in a motherly voice even though she was 23 and just getting her feet wet in nursing. Her patient, as always, assured her she would do better. But there was a hint of a smirk on her lips, and Layla couldn’t help but roll her eyes jokingly at the spunky 74 year old woman before her. .
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Once outside, Layla approached her car in a quick stride. She slung her medical bag onto her shoulder and slid on a pair of Oakley sunglasses. Two men approached from either side of the sidewalk, though. They had a hard look in their eyes. Their swiftness gave her little time to react. One knocked the bag off her shoulder, and she turned toward him. The other slipped her into a rear naked choke hold. It only took a few seconds of bilateral carotid pressure for her to pass out. She woke up in the backseat of a car, which was driving into the deeper regions of the city… not the forgotten, run-down part… but the part that was a beehive of activity. Fortune and fame. Rich and poor. Art and activists. A pistol was pointed firmly into her waist. “Just shut the fuck up,” the man next to her stated calmly. “That’s all you got to do.” Layla bit her lip. She took a breath and stared out the window… trying to memorize where she was going. . (edited)
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They pulled into a generic looking storage facility. No one was around. A unit with padded walls appeared on her right. Her car door stopped directly in front of it. Her breathing quickened. Moments later, she was shoved inside and the unit’s door was rolled down--slapping shut before her. “Wait!” she cried. Hours later, the door rolled upwards and the two men from before appeared in front of her again. It was nighttime. Layla’s brown eyes didn’t need to adjust to the change. The man with the gun now let her know he had a taser by letting a blue electrical spark crackle from the device. “Just shut the fuck up and get in the car,” he told her. “That’s all you got to do.” The car from before idled directly behind them with an open back passenger door. (edited)
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Layla tried to reason with him. She tried everything in the book; or, she wanted to, because the moment she started speaking the man with the taser jabbed the device into her stomach and he let it spark. Layla reacted as expected. She yelped with pain and dropped to her knees. The man before her repeated his statement… like he had said it a thousand times before. “Just shut the fuck up, and get in the car.” Layla crawled forward and dropped into the back seat without saying another word. She surprised even herself with how easily she had given in to his demands. Whatever happened next time, she would make sure to fight harder. .
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From there, the car drove to its intended destination without incident. Taser man got out and took her by the arm with a firm grip. His companion shielded her from others as they moved hurriedly from the street and into a new dwelling. There were several flights of stairs, which took them to the top floor. The two men moved up the steps with ease, but Layla was out of breath by the time she was brought to a stop in front of Caius. “Oh my god,” she said in true disbelief upon hearing Caius' words. She was still in scrubs. They weren’t the generic kind one often saw in the hospital. They were designer scrubs, which stretched and fit her body in all the right ways. “Oh my god,” she said again as the realization of what was happening dawned on her. Her brother was a druggie in the worst kind of way. He was actively involved in that world, and he had frequently asked her to steal controlled substances from work or from people’s homes. Layla had always told him no, but Emmanuel had gone dark recently. Something had happened, and now she was caught up in his chaos. “Whatever Emmanuel has done,” she began, her mind finally kicking in to form some kind of coherent thought. “I can pay it back. I’ll make it right.” (edited)
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Sevin 03/16/2023 18:43
Bringing her up via the stairs would have been one hell of a work out but Caius didn’t blame them their decision just that they got her in front of him. Positioned at the very top floor of a luxury residential building meant they marched all the way up eighty some odd floors. The thought cut a wicked sharktooth grin to flash across his handsome face. Sweat dripped in thick beads against his men’s brows and rolled sloppily down their cheeks and into the hollow of their necks. Dampness stained the collars which gave off a pungent odor. Caius sniffed with disgust but that smile played wolfishly against the corners of his lips in a wide arch. Dragging her more than likely up the many flights. Caius was oddly satisfied with the turn of events. Watching as his men left her in front of him, studying her as they did everything they could to breathe evenly. Watching her with unblinking eyes, he doesn’t temper the hunger in his expression, but he doesn’t act on it either. It’s as he’s letting it build naturally while keeping it contained... as if he’s enjoying the way it makes him feel without thrusting it against her. A part of him wanted to unnerve her. Watch her flounder about recklessly, helplessly. Caius raised his hand, raking it through his hair as a violent symphony clashes and sparks in his eyes. Her outburst wasn’t performing any favors. Instead the words filled his thoughts and expression with little to no effect other than to bring out an excited focus. Lips twitched, a hint of a snarl tugging, threatening to expose teeth. Caius moved forward one step. Allowing his eyes to play over her body in a slow detailed appraisal. .
18:44
Another step, he moved to the right side to get a better look. Only the sound of his expensive shoes tapping against the tile floor filled the space. Stopping at just the right angle. Examining her from all side he looked to one of his men. “I bet she’d be a good whore, spreading her legs with just the right amount of drugs racing through her system. Willing to do anything for that next fix. Pretty now but in a few years after she’s been used up the beauty will fade.” A ghost of an accent washed over each syllable, unmistakable. Gabe the one Caius spoke to leaned back against the doorframe. His lungs still laboring from earlier. “She’s a neat medical bitch. Could be useful.” Ending with a shrug of his shoulders and an expression of not-giving-a-fuck. Caius grinned at the man, nodding in agreement but echoing the mans attitude. “Maybe one day but I don’t trust the bitch with a knife let alone a scalpel. If she can suck cock well enough I might keep her.” His voice a wicked combination of sharp and uncompromising. A predator’s voice. Finally, turning his attention to the woman he knew only as her brother’s sister. That gaze lingered, slowly roaming over the curves of her body, detailing how the shadows accented the sensuality. She was beautiful, but Caius preferred submissive women. Their submissive like the most luxurious perfume, beautiful and intoxicating. He tilted his head. “You have the lips for it but are you more likely to try and bite it over.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t care if she answered the last part. Turning from her Caius moved in lazy strides towards the bar. Shadows followed him, caressing every inch of him as he moved. The man seemed more Intune to the darkness then the light.
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Muscles bunched, flexed and propelled him forward with effortless ease. One hand grasping the crystal snifter, rich amber liquid sloshed back and forth as he brought it to his lips. Tilting it up, the contents drained into his mouth and down his throat. Caius turned back to her even as he took down another snifter and the bottle of scotch. Keeping his eyes focused intently on her he poured the liquid into one glass, approximately three fingers worth. Looking down only for a second before glancing back up. He repeated the process. Setting the bottle of scotch down to the side. With both hands he claimed the glasses and walked towards her. “So, which is it? Do you suck cock like a porn star or are you going to be a problem for me?”
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bleue 03/16/2023 22:13
Oh, this was bad. Like off the charts bad. Layla had had a few paranoid-schizo patients before. Their outbursts had become commonplace. She didn’t flinch whenever they yelled at her. Even the 6 foot 6 severely Autistic young men she ran into on psych wards didn’t scare her much. She just had to keep her eye on them, and be ready to jump back whenever they lunged at her. She even had a man pull a gun on her in the street when she was out doing a visit, but “hood love” had saved her. Someone loafing on a front porch told the man to fuck off because she was seeing his grandma for diabetes education. The stranger tucked his glock away and apologized. He called her “ma’am.” Needless to say, Layla had grown a thick skin in a short amount of time in her nursing career. Nevermind the fact her brother was an abusive walking tornado who was constantly plaguing her life. (edited)
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Caius, however, was nothing like anything she had ever experienced. He was a “made man”--deep in the underworld... or so she assumed. And, he was frightening. Truly frightening. Since Layla was Hispanic, her thoughts raced to the cartels, but he didn’t seem to have the accent or the tattoos. Either way, cartel or not, most everyone--at the end of the day--wanted to make money. Layla thought she could do that for him. Studying him with wide eyes, hints of amber amidst a swirl of brown, she attempted to catch her breath. The stairwell had nearly spent her energy. She was already hungry and lightheaded from the hours she had killed in the storage unit. She worked out. So it could have been worse. She could have been even more exhausted. But she had built up a commendable amount of stamina and strength. It was the fear that was driving her heart rate faster and faster. She couldn’t get it to decrease despite the calming breaths she took discreetly. Right now, she wished she was small and undesirable… invisible and unwanted… (edited)
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As he surveyed her, she just kept thinking the word “fuck” to herself. Fuck. Why had she been toning up in the gym? Fuck. Why had her genetics given her full lips and a heart-shaped ass? Fuck. Why was her hair lush and dark as a raven’s feathers? Fuck. The liquor that Caius drank wasn’t going to help things, either. He already looked like a predatory wolf that was on the brink of salivating. He was wound tight. The last thing she needed was for him to “loosen up.” She needed to keep his mind on the money. And she needed to find a way to humanize herself in front of him. Looking over her shoulder to Gabe, her straight black hair twisting behind her, she cast him a pleading look. He seemed like her only lifeline. When she returned her attention to Caius, she held out her hands in a relaxed manner--as if attempting to be diplomatic.
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“My name is Layla Santiago,” she started... ignoring his question. Yes, her father had been an Eric Clapton fan. “Whatever debt my brother has, I will pay it plus 25%. Just tell me what it is. Give me a number. I’m a nurse. I have a steady income. I-I have junkies I could send your way. Bring you new clients. Users--which is more revenue for you.” The longer she talked, the more desperate she sounded. Layla, therefore, cut herself off and waited for his response. She prayed to the Holy Mother Mary and to any Saints that were listening that the number her brother owed was something reasonable like $30,000. She’d work a ton of overtime for about 6 months, but she could pull that off quickly. (edited)
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