Exton

The door to the cell slowly opens and a female were is hesitantly trying to hand Alise something she has in her hand. “I brought you some bread... I took it from the kitchen. No one was paying attention.” She sets the bread down in front of Alise, “Its not drugged, I swear...”

Alise looks at her, she seems timid and frightened, but still Alise cannot trust her. “How do I know that? You were instructed to make me ready. Ready for what, I would like to know? Ready to be raped and torn apart like that poor girl was?”

“Just be ready for anything”, and to Alises surprise, the were winks at her.

As if on cue, Jean-Marc is standing in the doorway. “I dont recall sending you here to feed my prisoner.” Kicking the were Jean-Marc tells her to leave.

Seeing the evil look on his face Alise tries to press herself further into the corner. “Stay away from me you bastard...”

“Come now, is that any way to greet your guest? I thought we might have a friendly visit. You have some information that I would like...” and he places her wrist in the chain so that she has one arm and one leg restrained.

“You thought wrong and I will tell you nothing” and Alise moans in pain as he bites her neck.

Jean-Marc then grabs one of her fingers and asks “What were you and my pet talking about? I daresay there is little that the two of you have in common.”

“It was nothing.....” and Alise screams in pain as Jean-Marc snaps her finger like a twig.

“I dont like to get the runaround when I want answers. But it really is of no consequence and I will deal with her later on. Now then, I want to know if you can connect with the tattooed lady at the tavern. You seem to be friends and I am...shall we say...interested in her? What do you know of her powers?”

Alise shook her head and Jean-Marc took the next finger in his grasp. “You have such small delicate hands, it really is a shame to disfigure them and he snaps the second finger as he did the first.

Jean-Marc grabbed a third finger and pulled it painfully backwards. “Tell me what I want to know or I swear I will break them all...” Alise shakes her head and slumps as far to the floor as the chains will allow. Her hand is in agony, the middle three fingers broken and swelling quickly.

Jean-Marc leaves the cell and returns with his whip. Alise touches Stoneys mind, I cant take anymore of this, I cant..

Jean-Marc hauls her up off the floor and pins her against the wall with his body. “What would your gargoyle say if he could see you now? You have definitely looked better my dear.” He takes the handle of the whip and runs it down her cheek and neck, slowly traces the swell of a breast. “He should have known better than to try to take what was promised to me. Your father thought I was the better choice. Your gargoyle should have kept to his place. Has he been listening to all this? Or do you have to tell him? Shall we give him something to listen to?” And Jean-Marc uses the handle of the whip to caress her bare tummy. He grinds his pelvis painfully against her, forcing her injured back against the wall. “Still so uncooperative. I could drug you and you would not even realize whats being done to you. But that takes away all the fun, dont you think?” , and he starts to run the handle up and down her thigh. When he slips the handle between her legs she tries to get away, twisting her body back and forth. This makes Jean-Marc furious and he starts to hit at her thighs with the handle, screaming at her to stay still. When she doesnt stop, he grabs her around the neck and lifts her up off the floor. “I said stop..” Alise is gasping for air, hardly able to breathe. When she feels the handle enter her tight channel she passes out, unable to deal with whats happening to her and the lack of oxygen.

Jean-Marc drops her on the floor and laughs. “Gargoyle, can you hear me? What a little weakling you have here, one thrust and she faints. How does she ever handle you? I wish you could see her, not quite the beauty you remember, I'm sure. I wonder how much longer she will survive...not too long I think...mores the pity. I shall have to replace her. Maybe one of your sisters???”

Stoney hears him laughing and locking the cell. Alises mind is quiet, almost too quiet.


Sometime later, when Alise comes to, the basement is dark and quiet. She cant hear a thing from the other room.

Re'mi? Je taime... Je desole', what time is it? Are you resting?

Non, Bebe, do not apologize, I am here.... it is night.....

Have you heard all that happened? I want you to block me from your mind...

NON, I will not...

You know he is coming back, and you know what he wants to do to me. Please, mon amour, I love you more than life, I cant bear it if you witness this..please, please just do it. Or if you cant is there some way for Ob to do it for you? Make it so you cant hear? Ob, can you hear me? Please...dont let Stoney hear this being done to me..... please...I'm begging you.... and she starts to sob, gut wrenching sobs that seem to come from deep in her soul.... It wasnt suppose to be like this. I want to go home, and I want to be with you. I want a normal life, I want children with you and grandchildren. I wanted to go to Paris one more time to see how it has changed. I want to see Raina and panther and Ob. I think I am going to die here, I am going to die alone in this shitty miserable place. It's so unfair. All I ever wanted was you. I have been so happy, maybe thats all the happiness a person is allowed to have.