All That's Left to Hold, ;; Mike

[Roxy Stone]

Did Roxy really think that Selma was going to let her go? Not really. But she also needed to show the woman that she wasn't afraid. She imagined the woman wouldn't have nearly as much fun with someone who didn't really care what she did against someone who begged for their life. And if she wanted Roxy to beg for her life, then the last thing she was going to do was beg the woman to stop. She didn't care if she was in the most insane amount of pain ever, she was going to force herself to enjoy every minute of what Selma was doing to her. There was an obvious strong mutual dislike between the women, and in the long run, things were probably going to work out in Selma's favor, but that didn't make Roxy back down.

It made her want to piss Selma off even more. Like when the woman asked her to move onto the table, Roxy blew her off, explaining how she didn't find this kind of thing sexy with other women, and that she should just let her go because she wasn't afraid. May as well let her know to begin with that this wasn't going to be fun or easy for her. So she should just stop wasting her time and let her leave. Mike was still outside waiting for her and he had to be getting bored.

Selma told her that maybe she wouldn't let her go at all, then there was Selma again, right up in her face, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her until the back of her legs hit the table and she was forced to lay down on it. Damn vampires and their super speed and strength. Unfair advantage. So Selma might kill her? Lovely. That would be fantastic press. Between Julian missing and her dying, the London music scene would be up in arms! She shot a burning glare at Selma as she secured her to the table, letting out an annoyed sigh and pulling at the restraints on her wrists. "I'd really love to know where you got this...they just don't make shit this well anymore..."

She was taunting Selma...but really what else could she do? She was practically helpless aside from her words, so she should just continue to say things that piss Selma off in hopes that she just got so annoyed that she let her leave. It was a good plan, right? She watched as Selma walked around looking for the right toy, surveying the knife that she'd taken from the wall. Well, there were bigger things she could be using, so that was at least a good thing. She braced herself for whatever Selma was going to do, watching her curiously as she walked back over and dug the tip of the knife into her upper thigh before dragging it across and cutting a rather deep line across her leg.

Okay...that really didn't feel so great, but it also wasn't like it hurt so bad that she wanted to scream and beg Selma to stop. It made her think about back when she was in high school. Back when she had hit a low point. It never felt great physically to cut herself, but at least she was feeling something amidst all the darkness her life had become. That was how she could relate this...it wasn't pain that she felt from Selma, but it was something...she just couldn't quite put a label on it.

She took a deep breath to get herself to focus, watching as the blood soaked through her jeans. "You know...these jeans were £80. And that blood is never going to come out..."

[Selma]

Selma outwardly seemed cool enough, like she had the situation under control - sort of, at least. But inwardly there was a struggle. She didn't want to keep cool, she did not want to seem the way she did. She wanted to just... do her worst and even worse to Roxy, really make her suffer, but so far she decided to make her suffer slowly. Which didn't help any, at all. Roxy even seemed to enjoy trying to piss Selma off, which didn't exactly help anything. Selma threatened Roxy with how she might not let her go at all, she might just kill her. And moments later, Roxy would be on the table and soon enough strapped to it. And what did Roxy do? She commented on the restraints, asking where Selma got them.

"It doesn't matter." Selma replied and then she went over to pick a knife. Not the largest, but definitely one that was both sharp and pointy. Selma then dug the blade into Roxy's thigh, through the fabric of her jeans and into the soft flesh on her inner thigh. That should hurt, it was very close to even more sensitive parts of the body, and the inner thigh was usually very sensitive too. Selma sensed the pain, which was good. But Roxy didn't say anything, she did not scream, she did not beg for mercy, she just let Selma cut and let the blood soak her jeans. When Selma pulled the knife out, Roxy spoke of how expensive the jeans had been, and how the blood would never come off.

"That does not matter either. None of it matters." Selma said, her voice low. If she'd spoken in her normal voice, she knew she would have growled. Roxy kept being annoying. Strapped to a table, not able to fight back, she still tried! Damn her! Selma did another fast motion, so she'd now sit on top of Roxy, straddling her and pointing the knife to Roxy's throat. "I'm being to nice, am I not?" She asked while she pressed the point of the blade just enough to go through... so she drew thin lines of blood on Roxy's throat. Not cutting deep enough to cut anything vital, just deep enough to draw blood. She pulled the knife away then, and with it in her hand she leaned down to Roxy. She should just kill her now. With her tongue she licked the blood up, and then she bit through... not in Roxy's neck, but right on the front of her throat. The blood tasted better than she'd have thought.

Somewhere inside her she registered that doors were opened. And Selma pulled back from the bite when the door to the torture room opened. She looked over to Mike standing there - staring at the wide cut on Roxy's thigh, that was still bleeding, and Roxy would now also be bleeding from her throat. "I thought I told you to stay outside." Selma said and jumped down, not caring about the bleeding mortal, "You know you shouldn't break my rules, Mike." She said with her arms crossed, and Mike narrowed his eyes, "I don't want you to kill her."

[Roxy Stone]

Did it hurt when Selma cut her? Of course it did! A lot of things hurt when they happened...it hurt when you got a paper cut, it hurt when you stubbed your toe, but.that didn't mean she'd scream in agony because it hurt. That was all part of the excitement. Pain didn't have to be painful. If you knew how to handle it, it was very possible to dull the pain, to force it to be something else. To force it to be pleasurable. Right now, Roxy was just forcing it to go away. She wasn't going to let Selma get the best of her. If she was going to die tonight, she was going to die watching Selma with a big old smile on her face, daring the woman to take the final step.

She'd continued to taunt the woman even after she cut her thigh open, actually quite pissed that she had just ruined her jeans. She could have at least taken them off! Hell, she'd have taken them off had she known they were going to get all cut up and bloody! Selma didn't that that mattered, though. Well of course she didn't! Her jeans didn't just get messed up! She didn't even have time to make another smartass comment before the woman had hopped right up on the table to sit on her. She claimed she was being too nice then slid the knife across her throat. It wasn't deep enough to cause any serious damage, but once again, she was reminded of her high school days.

Tiny little cuts, barely deep enough to matter...that's how it had started. Then it had blossomed into so much more. Just like this did. Without another word, Selma moved to lick the blood from her throat, biting in once she hit the front. It certainly wasn't a pleasant bite. Actually it hurt like a bitch! She tried not to show it, keeping her face blank as she laid there, but she immediately knew there was going to be some damage to her vocal chords. She'd strained them on more than one occasion, and knew there was no chance Selma missed her larynx. Plus, she could feel how much harder it was to breath too...like she had just ran a marathon. She tried to say something, but her words were replaced with a sickening gurgle.

Well fuck...

She had no idea how she was going to get out of this, or if she even was, until Mike came bursting through the door. Wide eyes shot to the male, her neck bleeding where Selma had bitten. Selma's attention turned to Mike for the moment, leaving her on the table to bleed while Mike told Selma he didn't want her dead. The faintest smile crossed her lips before fading again when she tried to speak, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Mike...don't," she begged him. She got herself into this...he shouldn't be stupid and try to get her out of it