The Aftermath

[Osheen Alexandrite]

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❥ Osheen stumbled lightly forward as she was hauled along by the same soldier who always took her places. He worked directly underneath an important person who had been referred to as The Black Plague. But she'd never actually met him...only heard that he had plans for her. Her features were somewhat lifeless as she followed the soldier down the twisting stairs and long stone hallway until they were stopped by two other soldiers.

"New orders! She goes in that cage," one of the men snickered and gestured to a prison cell with another man who was surrounded in darkness. Osheen appeared tired and confused, but the soldier handling her wouldn't budge. He refused their orders and moved to deliver her to her own cage. The other soldiers grumbled openly behind them in complaint as they comment on how that wouldn't work because the guy was a soulless piece of sh*t.

Osheen was released and locked inside her prison cell and slowly she turned to watch the soldier from before lock her cage door. She could feel hot tears streaming down her face, but she was in too much pain to even realize that she was crying. She just stared at the solider which caused him to glimpse up at her for a moment before he turned to take his leave.

A shudder left her as she drew her wrist up and stared down at the new stitches she just had to endure. The doctor who had attended to her didn't bother to give her any pain medication for it...but it made sense...she was a prisoner after all.

"I didn't scream though...right Forix?" She told her fox friend as she felt more hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She smiled a little feeling...brave...

"Hey you!" One of the soldiers from before startled her gaze upwards. "Didn't you know talking to yourself is a crime around here?" Osheen didn't understand but they just laughed and kept taunting her as though it was some kind of amusing game for them. "You'll have to be punished. We're going to throw you into a cage with a woman eater, ha yeah, he'll tear you to pieces if we let him," the guy snorted and glanced to his other friend who slapped his knee in amusement.

The two of them...seemed so comical...and ridiculous...but even they were a threat here. Apparently they wanted her to beg to not take her to the cage. But Osheen just...stared at them...she was too tired to care...and didn't want to give them any form of satisfaction. In the end they grabbed her and brought her to the same cell as before. Inside was the male strapped down in what appeared to be some kind of asylum jacket, he also had a thick collar that was chained to the wall.

It was awful...he looked like an animal. But then that's what they were...meat to be harvested and sold to the highest bidder. Osheen stumbled inside as they locked the gate and continued to taunt her before they took off.

"Are you a woman eater?" She asked as she lowered down to her knees and smiled warmly at the other man. She wasn't scared of him...she wouldn't believe the soldiers until she had a reason to. Maybe he was...maybe he'd kill her...maybe not...what did it matter?

Osheen drew her hands to her lap and looked to him unmovingly. Even in her withered state she showed him kindness, a stranger with an unknown history. Lots of people would call her foolish, but she knew what it was like to never feel the warmth of someone's smile...to be alone...

She'd never do that to someone else. "I'll be good company I promise," she told him and wondered how long it had been since he had been treated like an actual living being.

[attr="class","baizetag"]outfit:►tags: Carmine Andreasen notes: You know the drill! Message me if anything is wrong. xD Had a little trouble getting her in Carmine's cell, but I figured the two buffoons would just go behind the other soldier's back and get her anyways.

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[Carmine Andreasen]

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[attr="class","wiingtop2"]STRETCHING ACROSS AN OPEN FIELD

[attr="class","wiingtop3"]RED BLOOD

[attr="class","wiingtop4"]STAINING THOSE SPARKLING WHITES, A COMING CHANGE

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Movement existed outside Carmine's cell, his small world of coldness, rough walls and unforgiving floors. From months of torment at the hands of the Assembly of Phantoms, the prisoner possessed his share of nasty wounds. Scratches covered his knuckles, blood mingling in with the thick, black dirt which coated his hands; it was a miracle he had not fallen ill. Splotches of dirt covered his face, matching the filthy condition of his hands. A collar was secured around his neck, specially designed by the Assembly to inflict pain whenever they maliciously pushed a button.

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The flesh visible beneath the collar held a red pigment because of the constant irritation summoned by painful electrical currents pulsating through his body. Small sections of broken skin covered his neck from the electrocution, blood smeared onto the irritated skin. Connected to a loop on the collar was a heavy metal chain, charmed to cease the flow of electricity, effectively making Carmine the only vessel for the electricity to travel through. The man's dark purple hair was disheveled, long locks tangling together from months of improper treatment.

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Clothes were torn, reduced to a meagre fabric which narrowly managed to cover portions of his body. The clothing was covered in grit from his time in captivity, soiled thoroughly because of the conditions of his prison cell. Knees positioned closely to his chest, Carmine sat, placed in a solitary confinement type situation in hopes of breaking him mentally. The Assembly of Phantoms required him to destroyed mentally and rebuilt into an obedient soldier. They desired vengeance on his deceased parents, a mockery made of their choices by persuading their children to join their ranks.

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Through the physical, mental and emotional torture, Carmine refused to crumble. An agonizing year of despicable treatment failed to dampen his faith in the individuals devising a method to save him from this hellish environment. Occasionally, they pondered how he managed to maintain his steely determination... Little were they aware his twin, Hiroko Andreasen, was the puppet master in those plans for his eventual release. The thought was reassuring but failed to brighten the infernal location which imprisoned him; he could barely deduce his location without information from his twin sister.

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Bright, hazel eyes stared at the dark bricks of his dungeon cell's floor, locked in place. Squeeeaaaak. The shrill sound of old hinges grated against Carmine's ears, prompting a wince. Limited light breached the prisoner's darkened world, something faint. Slowly, the merman's gaze lifted, uncertain, but void of fright. Stationed at the mouth of the door stood a muscular man, his figure outlined by the dim light placed beyond the threshold. Dangling from his left hand was something similar to a shirt, indiscernible until Carmine squinted.

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Heels pressed into as Carmine attempted to back away, his back flattening against the rough surface. Clenched in the burly guard's meaty hand was a straight jacket, or at least, something similar to the device used to restrain those deemed mentally ill in the older ages. A malicious chuckle escaped the depths of the man's throat as he realized the long-haired man's display of fear.

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"Somethin' wrong pretty boy?" He teased in his husky voice.

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A glare appeared on Carmine's face, silence being considered a suitable answer in response. The large man approached, heavy boots thudding against the stone dungeon floor. As he closed in, the merman prepared, abruptly moving onto his back into a laying position. The male prisoner kicked out, managing to smack his foot hard into the man's gut, sending the guarding reeling as the air was knocked from his lungs. The long-haired man smirked, feeling triumphant until... bzzzzzzzzt! A pain-filled scream filled the silence, echoing through the dungeon's corridors.

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Electricity coursed through Carmine's veins, the merman writhing on the floor because of the intense burst of pain. The sensation subsided, the purple-haired man huffing as his eyes slowly opening, revealing a skinnier guard standing in the doorway, holding a small remote in his hand. The bulkier of the duo recovered quickly, roughly grabbing the collar's chain, dragging the merman closer. A flinch conquered his expression, however, the abused prisoner did not struggle against the motions.

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"You little b*tch! That's whatcha get for fightin' it like that," the burly guard grumbled angrily.

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The chain was yanked upwards, lifting Carmine from the floor, dangling from the shock collar around his neck. His eyes matched the gaze of the husky man's glare, his putrid breath invading his face.

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"Now ya better behave yourself, sh*thead!" The guard shouted directly into his face.

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Abruptly, the chain was dropped, sending the disheveled prisoner falling onto the hard floor. Knees collided first, scrapping against the rough stone as Carmine toppled to the ground, breathing heavily from the inflicted damaged. The large man leaned in, grabbing the purple-haired man's arms, forcing them through the tight-fitting sleeves. Despite his hatred of the situation, Carmine abide by the guard's desires. Disobeying meant another round of electricity terrorizing his body. The extreme pain caused as punishment for his actions was something the merman avoided feeling twice in mere minutes.

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Roughly, the burly man jostled Carmine as he secured the straitjacket, grumbling profanity accompanied by degrading comments as he accomplished his work. Once completed, he favoured the purple-haired man with a wolfish smile before turning to depart from the cell. Quietly, the merman glared as the man abandoned him, leaving him laying on the floor without arms to assist him in a sitting position. A lengthy sigh escaped Carmine's lips as he brought his knees against his chest, the man slowly wiggling across the floor to press his back against the wall.

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This was hell...

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Time passed since the straitjacket was roughly placed onto Carmine. Hours had passed since the torturous session, guards switching shifts and accomplishing their usual tasks. From his position on the floor, the long-haired man managed to close his eyes, drifting into a dazed state. The floor was uncomfortable but through the months he expected to slumber on the rough surface without a blanket. The occurrences beyond the door were unknown as Carmine attempted to get some rest. Sounds echoed through the hallways outside, but Carmine ignored them.

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Precious silence reigned, allowing the merman attempt to sleep on the rough ground. The sharp squeak of the door opening startled Carmine from his daze, his eyes opening, fixating on the threshold. Something was thrown into his cell, a slender body tossed in quickly before the door closed. The merman remained quiet, staring as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the scarce lighting available in the room. The disheveled man could narrowly notice her feminine outline, the darkness making her features hard to discern.

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A question escaped her mouth, the tone of her voice confirming his assumption on her gender. Are you a woman eater? A peculiar inquiry which prompted Carmine's brows to furrow as his hazel eyes stared at the woman.

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"W... what?" The words croaked from his mouth.

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The long-haired man was thirsty after spending an extensive amount of time merely laying on the floor. The merman squirmed, narrowly managing to gain the force required to haul himself into a sitting position. He gazed around his cell, blinking a few times before his eyes locked on the metallic bucket in the corner. Despite not maintaining eye contact, Carmine heard the woman's promise to be a good companion. Quietly, he pointed his chin towards the bucket stationed in the corner, plenty aware it was the pathetic water bucket they gave him.

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"Can... you get that... p... ple-ase?" Carmine requested in his raspy, parched voice. "Water..."

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After making his request, the male prisoner's hazel eyes returned to the mysterious woman. The merman could wiggle his way towards the bucket, however, the safer route was sending the unrestrained woman. The last thing Carmine needed was spilling his water instead of getting a proper drink. Patiently, the purple-haired man waited, crossing his legs beneath him as he hoped to receive assistance. Whoever this woman was, the long-term prisoner understood there was a reason behind her presence... Mind games were played between Carmine and the Assembly of Phantoms.

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They wanted to deteriorate the mental health of a warrior who refused to bow to their whims. The woman's existence in his cell heralded the possibility of abuse of any calibre. The world's scariest chess game would proceed in this malicious hellhole and Carmine mentally prepared himself for the upcoming possibilities. Another storm of pain or humility would arrive and he held no doubts about that prospect. However, the long-haired man hoped the mysterious girl would prove herself as a magnificent companion. His social contact was restricted to guards, interrogators and other affiliates of the Assembly after all...

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[attr="class","wiingbot2"]for Osheen Alexandrite

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Everything looks good for me! I can work with it and have fun with this... I think Carmine will be angry with me cause he is in pain and I called it fun. >.> I'M SORRY BABY! Also, sorry, I went overboard on the post. >.> Whoopsie...

PHARAOH LEAP CREATES

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