Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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(I didn't really even deal with it..most of the time I sat around feeling sorry for myself or sleeping bc I didn't know what to do *shrug* ye. Uriel's gonna be like a mini lucifer except angrier and maybe more childish)
"It'll be good for you, in the long run, to know how dark I truly am." Ariel shrugged, sitting up on the underwater bench once more. The water was growing cold, which bothered the spoiled angel greatly. "Us angels, we like to get what we want, when we want it, how we want it." Ariel did a mental scan of everyone in the house, what was currently going on inside the house, and where everything was. This would likely become important later, so he filed that information away in his mind palace.
"I have a slideshow to show you." Again, Ariel chuckled. This time, with more amusement, more satire. "You'll enjoy it." Of course, he doubted Elliot would. The slideshow was brutally honest, someone gross, but quite educational. After all, as his personal slave, Elliot should know all parts of his job. Even what Elliot may have considered undesirable. -
(If you ever need help with life in general, let me know. I'm no therapist but I do like hearing people out at least, and I will try my best to help you. *snuggles* omg yeeeeees!!!!)
Elliot opened his mouth as if to respond, but no words came out. He slowly closed his mouth, watching the angel sit up. Ariel was far taller than him, the purple haired boy realized. And the water was starting to get cool. Why was his mind wandering so much? Frowning to himself, he tried to focus on the other's words. "I don't think you can be dark, though. You seem like a pretty nice, bright, positive person. Or.. Angel.." he gulped down his remaining words when he realized they probably weren't true at all. The angel himself was admitting that he wasn't the best person in the room. As much as Elliot wanted to trust him, he couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to pretend that the angel was only toying with him. Trying to act tough. But it just wasn't an act.
"A slideshow?" Elliot frowned, confused. He didn't know what that was. It sounded important, though. Ariel was making a funny face at him. "I don't know what that is, but if you think I'll enjoy it... I'll take your word for it." He now sat up himself, touching his arms to comfort himself. There was no telling what this "slideshow" would explain to him. Or do to him. -
(Ye I'm sorry I get the way I was last night quite often. Sometimes during the day but usually I'm preoccupied. And ye cx)
Ariel lead the naked boy out of the pool-like tub, throwing a heavy, warm robe at him. The robe was purple and furry, but not made out of actual fur. Instead, it was made out of rich, expensive materials found in the Middle East. He, himself, threw on a silk robe. It was an untainted white without one stain. The lights in the bathroom glittered upon the gentle, fragile fabric. He then walked over to press the button to drain the tub, fairly content with how their bathing session had went.
But how content would he be after Elliot saw the contents of the slideshow? Of course, it was nothing the average eighteen year old boy or girl had seen in the early two thousands, but this wasn't the early two thousands. Not anymore. Now, the world was full of prude humans who flinched at seeing another naked. It was taboo, these days, except for one tribe of humans that were left alone in their own corner of the world to do creepy sacrifices and weird voodoo. They were left to their sinful natures in order to keep a balance.
"Come with me." The angel growled, roughing tugging Elliot away from the bathroom and into the basement once more. A smirk decorated his face. -
(Lmao it's all cool)
Elliot squeaked as the robe was tossed to him. The soft, fluffy material ticked his face. He slowly put it on, tying the lace around his waist. It was slightly big on him, but it covered most of his body. And it felt comfortable. Making a pleased noise, he pet the fabric, wondering what Ariel's felt like. The angel's robe looked more glossy, and smooth. It wasn't fluffy like Elliot's was.
Before the human could reach out to touch the angel's robe, he felt the taller's hand grab his wrist. Shocked, he bit his tongue to keep from making a sound. The angel seemed to be dragging him out of the bathroom. His grip was tight, yet Eliot wasn't sure it was enough to hurt him. He allowed himself to be lead to what looked like the entrance to the basement.
Suddenly, the light, happy feeling the human had from the clothing vanished into the air. He recalled his owner saying that the basement was for special occasions. Was this.. "slideshow"... going to be something bad? His grey eyes were clouded with confusion and worry. As far as Elliot was aware, he hadn't done anything wrong. But the angel had a hungry look in his eyes. He wasn't sure what was waiting for him in the basement. Gulping, he eyed the floor. Ariel had said earlier that he was bad. Just how bad are you? he thought to himself, shuddering. -
Okay cool cx)
The angel found himself sighing as he hopped down the stairs of the basement. Another slave, another slideshow. Another one knowing exactly who he was. But he couldn't tell a lie.
Ariel found himself in the seemingly living room, but glanced over to the bookshelf which had covered a door to a second room. A soundproof room. A cold, unfinished room with cement floors. The room constantly reeked of bleach and sterilization, with a small iron-like smell filling the air.
He pushed the bookcase over. There was the door. A heavy door with a passcode only an angel could unlock. The angel touched the door, and it opened with a loud "Boom!"
"This is my playroom~" The white-haired, maniacal angel hummed, glancing to the slave once more before dragging him in.
"Here is where your best memories will reside-" The lights turned on. Bright, glaring lights. The room was empty with a few closets on the walls. However, there was a single chair and projector facing the northern wall in the middle of the room. "Sit." Ariel demanded, handcuffing the slave and throwing him towards the chair without mercy.
He turned the projector on and it began to hum loudly as it showed the title slide of the presentation the angel had so carefully crafted. The title was "To please Ariel.." The room grew dark. -
Elliot felt his stomach lurch as they went down the steps into the basement. For some reason, as they got closer to the room, his senses were telling him that something was off. He didn't like the feeling at all. Squirming, he watched the angel as he lead him to the end of the room. He watched, slightly curious, as Ariel touched the bookcase. Warm hands touched the cool side of the bookcase. He wondered if the angel was going to grab a book from its shelf.
However, what happened next wasn't something that the smaller boy expected. With a sudden movement, the angel had shoved the bookcase out of the way with ease. In the space where the bookcase had been was a door. Elliot tilted his head, watching as Ariel placed his hand on the door. It opened with ease, making a loud noise that rang in his ears. He couldn't even begin to feel panicked before he was being dragged once more.
The room smelled different from the other one. His eyes watered at the odd smells. He felt as if the room's very existence was choking him. Mocking him. He rubbed his neck, glancing around once more. The room wasn't as furnished as the first, and unlike the living room, it gave off a dreadful feeling. Elliot knew without Ariel speaking that this room wasn't one he wanted to be in for long. Upon hearing the older calling it a 'playroom', he felt himself wanting to leave. But he couldn't. The angel had already started shoving him towards the lone chair, watching him with those blood red eyes.
With fear starting to gnaw at his insides, Elliot sat on the chair, his hands awkwardly cuffed in front of him. He clutched his seat, as if the object would bring him some sort of comfort. His mouth gaped open at the words on the screen. He repeated them in his head- tried to give them meaning. "To please.." He murmured. -
"By the way," The angel spoke, "This presentation is super cheesy." He beamed a little, as it switched to the next slide. This one read "Always do what he desires. Be submissive, slave." Ariel himself had not made this presentation, but one of his slaves. One of his personal slaved. They were speaking from experience and that was clear. On the slide, there were pictures of naked slaves at the beach around midnight. This was when he kept a whole group of personal slaves, about three. But he found them boring and that they would gang up on him and be less scared of him. However, it was still lots of fun to have mass amounts of slaves- just not personal ones. There was one female slave in the picture, whose body was curvy and delightful. If Ariel had appreciated the female gender, this woman's body would be the type he would appreciate. The two boys in the picture were skinny, with some arm muscle. He had worked hard to make his boys have muscle and afterwards those boys turned out to be able men in adulthood.
Ariel stood behind the handcuffed slave and stroked his purple hair. "You know," He whispered, leaning down to Elliot's ear, "There's really no reason to be afraid~" His voice purred out in harmony. "I'm here. I won't hurt you~". At least, he wouldn't try too. He had a habit of accidentally harming his slaves during.. Playtime... -
Elliot blinked, making a face when the angel described the slideshow. How was the slideshow like cheese? He figured it was a joke and shook it off, continuing to watch. The presentation didn't seem to be that bad. The current slide showed several pictures of what appeared to be nude slaves. He tilted his head, staring at them in slight fascination. The light of the moon shining on them made them look pretty. He wondered if they had been Ariel's slaves at one point in time. The human's eyes took in their features. He wondered what the beach had to do with being submissive, but he didn't question it aloud.
He jolted at the feeling of warm air suddenly tickling his neck and ear. Before he could turn around, Ariel was at his side, whispering in his ear. Elliot tried to relax, but the motion made him even more tense. He wasn't sure if he could trust the angel. He muttered a simple, "Okay," and bit his lip. The human tried to focus back on the presentation in front of him, but Ariel's words stuck in the front of his mind like a bug in a spider web. -
"These were some of my first slaves." The angel explained. The next slide flashed as it transitioned. These slaves were wearing dirty, light clothing. "This was before I moved. I lived in the third district- what you guys used to call Florida- I believe. It was hot as hell there." The picture on the slide showed two slaves working in the stables- full of muck and sweat. Ariel could picture the smell easily. The slide read, "Whatever Ariel asks you to do, do it. You do what he doesn't want to- in order to please him."
Ariel wasn't even the one whom had made the presentation, truthfully. No, he had just directed a slave good with computers to do so. She was a young girl, around thirteen, with short black hair and dark eyes. She was pale and spent little time outside- Ariel found the girl more useful for running technology, electricity, and plumbing. Technical things like that. -
Elliot wondered if Ariel wanted him to respond. He wasn't too sure about the whole thing. Was it a "speak when spoken to" situation? Or was he to listen silently? He decided to follow the latter, listening to the soft rattling of his handcuffs as he moved around on the chair. The images on the screen weren't bad, though the work looked awful. He hadn't done anything other than attempt to clean the bathroom. The slaves on the slide looked like they were dealing with demanding work. Cleaning horse stables out in the hot sun. He shuddered, hoping he wouldn't have to do that. Reading the bottom of the slide, he let out a breath, wanting to groan aloud. It was as the auction owners had repeated to him several times.
Elliot wasn't very strong physically. He had been one of the smaller slaves. Though he was taller than most, and had beautiful, strange physical features, he wasn't good at hard work. He would probably useful with less demanding tasks- certain types of yard work, cleaning, things like that. And he assumed as he worked more, he would gain more of a tolerance for harder work. Grey eyes looked over to the pale angel. He gulped, tilting his head. What amazing powers did Ariel have? Did Elliot have even a fraction of that power? -
The next slide flipped. There was a video on this slide. The slide read, "If you disobey, you will be punished harshly." Ariel smirked a little. The video began to play. There was a skinny, naked slave chained against the wall begging for mercy. Meanwhile, Ariel was mumbling in Enochian. His hands flashed and balls of lighting appeared around them. He pushed this electricity into the boy's chest, causing him to scream and his body to flail helplessly in reflex. After he pulled away, the boy fell unconscious to the floor, beginning to drool with his eyes rolled back. "Don't worry." The angel said, "He's not dead. Just unconscious. He had some pretty bad burns afterwards, though. They left a nasty scar. But in my opinion, it was pretty sexy." The angel licked his lips.
He knew this video would scare Elliot. Hell, it scared him. This was only a fraction of his power. How much harm could he do, if he really tried? That prospect both scared him and interested him. "Oh, and don't worry. I doubt that will happen to you. That boy committed a very serious crime in this house." Ariel shrugged, seeming quite calm. -
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(Thank you so much for bumping this! I was looking for it the other day and I just got some time to sit down and write. ^^")
Elliot frowned at the slide that followed, his eyes full of confusion. There was a play button in the center of an image. He read the caption at the bottom. The words sent a chill down his spine. Suddenly, the image whirled into a series of images. He gaped at the video from its start to its finish. Another slave that was smaller than him was crying.. No, begging for mercy. The purple haired boy watched in horror as the angel used his magic to 'punish' the boy. As a reflex, Elliot pulled his hands to his eyes, shielding them from the hideous sight. For the first time being on Ariel's property, the young human started to cry. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, and he flinched as Ariel spoke. He was terrified of his owner now. What crime did the boy do? What if Elliot made a mistake? Would he be hurt, too?
The human tried to wipe his tears away. Even if he didn't want to, he would have to finish the slideshow. He hiccuped, sitting up and staring at the angel. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach gave him an awful realization. He didn't know the angel as he thought he did. Yes, he had gotten him a stuffed toy. Ariel had shown Elliot nothing but kindness, even when he failed his job. But this slideshow reminded the slave that Ariel had intentions for him. He wasn't a friend. He wasn't a companion. He was a slave. And he had to do his job right. Or he might see the angel's full powers. The thought of being in trouble scared him even more, and he felt more tears start to drip down his cheeks. He couldn't even speak as he wanted to, the poor boy was so scared.
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