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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2009 20:59:19 GMT -5
Dare's eyes opened to glare at Ivy. What kind of sick freak was she? He was worried now. What if she meant to kill them after all? What if she meant to kill him after all? You don't know what you're doing, he wanted to say. Michael was an amazing guy, and she was trying to push him over the edge? He turned his head slightly, diverting his gaze in the moments before he closed his eyes again. She was baiting him, and he knew it. He tried desperately to think of other things, things that would distract him until she got bored and left him alone.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 14, 2009 21:11:02 GMT -5
Yes, Ivy was trying to push him over the edge, in more ways than one. She wanted him to hurt as much as she had, and she wanted to show just how bad he could get. The idea that she could end up hurt because of this had barely crossed her mind. "Do you think I should wait three days, or four?" she asked, tilting her head and pulling out the dinner things she had bought.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2009 21:17:30 GMT -5
F~ you, Dare wanted to say. He didn't want to think about this. He wanted her to take her damned food and leave so he could figure out how to untie himself! This was insane! It was completely unreal, and he refused to believe that it was. He was going to ignore her. She had to leave some time. She'd have to go to the bathroom, have to get herself food. And stun you while she's out. His jaw had tightened with the effort of not speaking, but he was succeeding.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 13:19:53 GMT -5
It proved to be rather boring watching Dare, who refused to talk, but Ivy stayed there over the next couple of days. It was easy enough to make sure he wouldn't, and couldn't, leave when she was forced to go get food or something. Whenever she had to untie him, she held her wand to him and never blinked, knowing that as soon as she looked away he would run. It would be very bad if he ran and she lost control of him.
Two days after she had taken Dare and talked to Michael, she tossed clothes down at Dare and held out her wand. "You can change," she said, though now she was wishing she had done this sooner. Of course, sooner would have meant that he was still strong, she got the feeling he was just a little weaker now.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 13:38:24 GMT -5
Dare was a lot weaker now, but only physically. He'd refused to eat anything she offered him on principle, and to his increasingly overtired mind, in case she was trying to poison him. It was impossible to sleep, whether she had him sitting on the floor or a chair. His wrists were tied behind him either way, and he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable. If she slept, he'd allow himself a brief nap just to keep going. He'd had precious few.
But his mind, as worn as it might have been, was still firmly set on refusal to cooperate. When Ivy freed his hands, he didn't jump up and hurry into the clean clothes she'd provided. It was her damned fault he hadn't showered in however many days he'd been here. She could damn well wait while he rubbed at the raw spots around his wrists.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 13:57:31 GMT -5
Ivy sighed and rolled her eyes. "I could always just dump you in the bathtub, you know," she said, shifting her weight between her feet. She didn't really care that he hadn't showered, it wasn't like she got close enough to him for it to bother her, but he was starting to look pretty bad. Besides, she didn't expect him to be there for much longer.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 14:10:50 GMT -5
Dare seriously doubted there was a working bathtub in the shack. More likely a barrel out back full of rainwater, though he seriously doubted she'd actually let him get that far. "Don't do me any f~ing favors," he grumbled. He grabbed the clothes and pushed them onto the floor, happy enough just to be able to move his arms for however long he could get away with arguing with her.
"Clean clothes aren't gonna do sh~ for me like this," he pointed out. He ran his tongue lightly over his cracked, lightly swollen bottom lip, then lifted his eyes to glare at Ivy with as much ferocity as he could summon. Aside from stinking, he itched, and it felt far better than it should have to rub his hands over the prickly growth of hair on his face extending down to his neck.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 16:38:41 GMT -5
"I could always charm you to smell like a pretty flower or something," Ivy said, shrugging. It wasn't like he had been running a mile or two every day or anything, it wasn't like he was doing any really stressful activities. He couldn't be too bad, not that Ivy intended to go up and check. "I'm thinking of finding Michael tonight," she said, "Show him where you've been hiding with Lalita."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 16:52:34 GMT -5
"F~ you," Dare said, his standard response whenever silence didn't work for him. He grabbed the clothes from the floor and moved to stand, mentally cursing Ivy with everything he had for the stiffness and weakness in his limbs that had him grabbing the bedpost to make it. He refused to look at her until he was steady on his feet, and then it was only to glare, to remind her with what was left of his physical presence that if it weren't for her wand, she wouldn't stand a chance. "Let me take a f~ing bath or something," he said. "I'm not gonna f~ing drown myself." And for that much longer, he'd be able to move freely, even if it was soaking in dirty water.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 17:05:52 GMT -5
"How about I just douse you with water instead?" Ivy asked, threatening with her wand. It would probably be better than sticking him in a pool of stagnant water, even with getting the floor wet. There were drying spells that would easily fix that. "Or there's always cleaning spells," she offered. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, and somehow the idea of watching him take a bath wasn't much better.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 17:15:16 GMT -5
"Fine, whatever, you're not the one that has to f~ing deal with it," Dare said. Getting doused sounded pretty damned good, and he'd gotten to the point where he was ready to accept something to drink just for his sanity. More than that, he'd go for about anything that kept him off the floor for a while.
"I'm f~ing turning around," Dare announced, turning to drop the clean clothes on the end of the bed as he did so. He hated having Ivy where he couldn't see her, hated having his back turned to her, but if she was seriously going to soak him, either he was stripping first, or it'd take a while to get his pants off.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 17:33:49 GMT -5
"Shall I count down to the dousing?" Ivy asked, and within a few seconds started counting down from ten. It was very, very nice to have magic, or else this would have been so much harder, even impossible. She wondered idly what Michael would think when he saw Dare, though if she had done a good enough job he wouldn't care.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 17:40:21 GMT -5
She hadn't told him not to strip, and he enjoyed the idea of unsettling her, so Dare started immediately, first tugging his shirt over his head. His muscles didn't want to cooperate, but somehow he managed, and for now, stood with his head slightly down, the shirt clenched in his hand. He hated so badly how much he was looking forward to the feel of water against his skin.
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Post by Ivy Somers on Oct 21, 2009 18:05:48 GMT -5
If Dare hadn't been so adamant in the idea that he wasn't brainwashed by Michael, Ivy probably would have enjoyed the view. As it was, she just sighed heavily and emphasized the numbers she was on now. She didn't think he would want to get wet with clothes on, but she would let the water go if he insisted on being slow about it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2009 18:18:25 GMT -5
She was still counting. Dare turned his head enough to glance back at Ivy, but she wasn't taunting him right now, so he shook his head at himself and shrugged. That answered his question about whether or not she expected him to strip first.
Dare reached out for the bedpost again to balance him as he pushed off his shoes one at a time and pushed them out of the way, then released it, planting his feet again to find his balance. The only thoughts he had about what he did next were a hope that he'd shock her, and a hope that she'd still spray him down afterward. He reached for the closure of his pants, and without warning, began working them off. If she expected him to be wearing anything underneath, she was to be sorely disappointed.
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