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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 6, 2013 21:12:58 GMT -4
After a previous meeting of two of EVPW's female competitors one has made a copy of the other's key and sneaks into her apartment. The emerald eyes of Mrs. Nathan slowly glance around looking for something. Suddenly her attention is drawn toward something soft rubbing against her leg. The Mistress of Macabre looks down and smiles as she sees a cute, little kitten. She slowly bends down and scratches the creature behind it's ear to a symphony of purrs. She picks the little cat up and carries it toward the door. She places a note on the stand next to exit and locks the door behind her.
TBC: They know who
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Post by Sublime on Jun 9, 2013 22:13:05 GMT -4
“I kissed a girl and I liked it; taste of her cherry chap stick. I kissed a girl; just to try it. Hope my boyfriend don’t mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don’t mean I’m in love tonight.”
The twitter of Bella Morte’s girlish laughter interrupted her silly warbling. She sauntered up the walk to her front door, more care free then she had been in a long time. She couldn’t wait to enter her humble abode and shower her little man with loving affection.
Her keys jingled eerily in the empty apartment complex as she plucked them from her gym bag, sending a shiver up the fair haired beauty’s spine. She turned to glance over her shoulder, her torrid blue eyes scrutinizing the horizon as if she expected a monster to leap from the darkness to devour her. After staring into the blackness for about a minute she finally returned to the entrance of her home. She hastily unlocked and opened the door, ducking inside as if she were being chased and slamming it shut behind her. Miss Morte locked all three of the locks before whirling around and thrusting her back to the solid surface. The blonde’s knees buckled and her backside collided with the ground. Her heart raced, sweat poured down her face and she started to have a small panic attack, “I…I can’t...W-What’s wrong with me?”
Weak, a wicked voice muttered in her head. Miss Morte stiffened defiantly and glanced at the cut glass bottle protruding from the open mouth of her gargantuan bag. Her expression hardened and she pushed herself up from the ground. Bella allowed the fear to melt away and a pretty smile brightened her face, “Gandalf? Kitty kitty? Where’s my little wizard?”
She searched for the slightest rustling of her fluffy feline friend, a feeling of desperation beginning to bubble in her belly as minutes passed without any response.He was usually batting at her feet immediately upon her entering the apartment and he always came when she called for him. This was very unusual and something didn’t feel right. A piece of paper on the end table beside her door caught her eye and the fair haired beauty tackled the letter without hesitation. Her digits trembled as she unfolded the message and her eyes scanned the paper:
Hello Poppet,
Sorry that I missed you, but not to worry, I have insured we will be meeting again very soon. You have no doubt come to the realization that your furry friend is missing. If you ever want to see your precious pet again you will follow my instructions exactly. If you should stray from the path I have provided to you, I will take all nine of your lovely kitties coveted lives. I should like to see you tonight, bring nothing and no one, and meet me in the old EVPW building ten minutes to twelve o’clock… Not a minute sooner or later. If you’re a very good girl, perhaps your precious pet will be waiting for you there.
Sincerely,
Amanda
The muscles in Miss Morte’s throat tightened and a muffled scream broke free from her open mouth. Her eyes darted toward the clock, “eleven….”
She left her things where they had fallen, scooped up her keys and darted out the door.
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 10, 2013 22:31:05 GMT -4
Amanda is at the EVPW building waiting and stroking the cute kitten softly. She looks down with an almost sweet smile at the little ball of fur as she continues to lightly scratch his head. The tiny cat looks up at her and lets out a soft meow as if saying 'I like that'.
"I 'ave to admit little one... I like you, but that doesn't me I won't 'arm you if your mother stands me up..."
Gandolf rubs against her affectionately as if to reassure the dark diva that she does not wish to hurt him, but Mrs. Nathan shakes her head in response.
"No playing cute with me Ganny... Not fair..."
The kitten purrs as Amanda hears the doors open and close.
"Hmm... 'ow bout that right on time Poppet..."
TBC: Sorry so short a lot on my mind
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Post by Sublime on Jun 11, 2013 17:01:16 GMT -4
Bella stepped into view with an expression of pure rage contorting her features, “what the fuck!?! What did I do to deserve this!?! Give me back my cat!”
Gandalf began wriggling in his captor’s clutches upon spotting his rightful owner. A defiant meow squeaked from his tiny jaws before the feline chomped on Amanda’s fingers. The Devil’s Favorite Reject screeched in surprise before gathering a roll of flesh and fur from the back of the kitty’s neck and jerking the frisky feline into the air, “naughty Ganny, punishment may be in order despite your mommy’s commitment to our arrangement.”
“I did exactly what you've told me to do, now let him go!”
“ 'Ow do I know you didn’t bring a weapon poppet? ‘Ow bout you start stripping and maybe… Just maybe, I’ll let your little kitten go.”
“No.”
Mrs. Nathan grins, “I was 'oping you’d say that, it’s been agonizing holding this little fellow… So tiny, “she squeezed the cat’s neck mercilessly, evoking a yowl of pain from the little fur ball, “so fluffy and soft, I wonder how much pressure it would take to snap its little neck?”
Without a second thought Bella tore her dress from her form and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a pair of frilly pink under garments. She held her hands out to her sides and gave the terrible diva a pleading expression, “please... Please let him go…”
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 12, 2013 18:21:48 GMT -4
Amanda smiles venomously as she looks on the barely clothed Bella. She loosens her grip on the kitten and giggles like a school girl. She licks her lips as she studies what she can see of Ms. Morte.
"Congrats Poppet you 'ave made it through your first trial..."
She smirks at the pleading woman as if she were the cat secretly swallowing the canary.
"Now Luv... If you can solve three of my riddles I will let you and you precious kitty go free... Sound fair?"
One of the dark vixens hands stays lightly around the kittens throat while the other roughly strokes his small head. She sends a wink toward the fair haired child as if to say the choice is your's.
"Tick... Tock... Love..."
As the platinum beauty looks on confused, Mrs. Nathan rolls her eyes and makes the decision for her.
"I am not touch, but often held... If you have wit you use me well... Of what do I speak child?"
Amanda taps on the kitten's head as she waits for some kind of response.
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Post by Sublime on Jun 14, 2013 10:09:44 GMT -4
Bella rolled her torrid blue green orbs, utterly unamused by the diva's 'game', but her hands stayed held out at her sides and she didn't move from her spot. She drew in a deep breath and answered The Hellacious Bitch's silly riddle, "tongue."
She shifted her weight from one hip to the other as Amanda nodded her head thoughtfully, her emerald orbs tracing Bella's exposed body, "one out of three, ready for the next query deary?"
"Whatever, you psychotic bitch.".
"Now now," she clicked her tongue disapprovingly,] "if you know what's good for you, you'll adress me as My Queen or Your Majesty... Something with a nice regal ring to it." To emphasize her point she gave Gandalf another firm squeeze around the neck, causing a pitiful meow to sputter fron his tiny jaws.
Bella's expression falters to one of hopelessness, "yes, My Queen."
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 14, 2013 17:28:51 GMT -4
"Good girl..."
Amanda cackles like the wicked witch of the west from the Wizard of Oz. The sound automatically has Bella imagining the dark haired harpy flying around on a broomstick. She thinks about how the mean old woman looked in the movie while almost happily flying inside the twister and replaces her green face with The New Age Queen of Extreme's. The image fit in her mind and she can hear the laughter echoing in her mind along with famous phrase from the movie.
Mrs. Nathan looks at the yowling feline for a moment as she slowly loosens her grip enough to make it stop. She leans in an licks the terrified creatures ear.
"MMM... Tasty... Want a bite?"
Bella shakes her head timidly.
"Oh why the bloody 'ell not? I bet he's the best pussy you'd ever 'ave."
"Please... Can we just get on with it... I want to go... Home..."
Amanda rolls her eyes and taps Gandalf on the top of his tiny head.
"I have seas with no water, coast with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land. What am I?"
Bella thinks for a moment as her living nightmare begins to hum the jeopardy theme.
"A MAP! It's a map."
Amanda snaps the fingers of her free hand.
"Sodding 'ell I thought I'd 'ave more fun with this... Oh well... Two for two... You're better at this game than I thought... No matter... Time for your last riddle... At least for now.."
The demented starlet winks.
"The smallest lark could carry it, while a strong man might not. Of what do I speak?"
TBCB: Beth
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Post by Sublime on Jun 19, 2013 9:59:53 GMT -4
"A tune..." she muttered through clenched teeth, her eyes staring daggers through The Hellacious Bitch. Mrs. Nathan cocked her head back and released a peel of menacing laughter before leveling her gaze with Miss Morte, "that's right poppet. Such a good little kitty."
Her hand stroked the head of Bella's precious Gandalf, evoking a defiant growl from the fair haired beauty, "I've answered your stupid fucking riddles, now give me back my cat.".
Amanda's face contorted in irritation, "impatient little twat aren't you? With that kind of additude, I don't think I am quite ready to return your fuzzy friend."
"Stop playing games, what do you want Amanda!?!"
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 19, 2013 20:01:35 GMT -4
"Look at the pretty kitty all acting like a lion. Good for you Poppet... But something you should know Lizzy... Yea I know your real name... There are rules to this little game we're playing... Rules that you are breaking... Now I told you if you solved my riddles I'd let you and your precious little pet go, but I didn't say when... Did I?"
The mistress of Macabre licks her lips as she looks at the platinum blonde before her.
"Look at the cute little girl all dolled up with no where to go... And all put out that I 'ave what she wants."
She lets a sadistic smile crawl across her lips.
"I want two things... A match... With you... And to 'old me over... I think you American's would call it a sample..."
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Post by Sublime on Jun 20, 2013 16:18:46 GMT -4
“You’ve got it Amanda; I will gladly tangle with you in the ring... But what the hell do you mean by a sample?” her hands found their way to her waist and she gave The Devil’s Favourite Reject a quizzical stare.
“A sample… A Taste; I want to see why that ‘Awke boy is so infatuated with you blondie.”
Bella shivered and subconsciously took a step back, “w-what do you-“
“Come here poppet and I’ll show you.”
Miss Morte reluctantly closed the space between them, her eyes tracing Amanda's form and watching for her next move. Once the fair haired beauty was within arms reach she released Bella’s feline friend and hooked her arms around the voluptuous diva’s waist. The Hellacious Bitch then crushed the tattooed vixen’s rose petal lips with hers. Miss Morte squeaked in surprise and her hands pressed weakly against Amanda’s chest. The fair haired beauty hated herself in that moment, because it seemed a part of her was rather enjoying the demented diva’s scandalous embrace.
However, that melting sensation quickly dissipated as Mrs. Nathan’s pearly white spontaneously clenched the plump flesh of her lower lip. Bella wailed in agony and struggled to separate herself from her attacker, but Amanda held on tight with her chompers like a dog with a bone. Finally, she relinquished Miss Morte’s mouth, a trail from blood trickled down the minx’s chin, and a pleasant shade of red stained Mrs. Nathan’s trap.
TBCB Amanda Nathan
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jun 24, 2013 19:47:06 GMT -4
Amanda licks her lips and taste the coppery flavor of the life force that is now running down her chin. She lets out a cackle as she tosses Gandolf at Bella with a devilish glee. The kitten lands at the platinum blonde's feet and takes off as quickly as his little legs will carry him to freedom. Amanda's emerald gems lock onto the optics of Ms. Morte and shine brightly.
"See you soon Poppet I'm sure of it..."
The Mistress of Macabre waves Bella to go and awaits her departure or venom for throwing her precious companion.
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Post by Sublime on Jun 25, 2013 14:33:50 GMT -4
As Gandalf skittered to safety a boiling rage, like magma spewing from the mouth of a volcano, filled her belly and for the moment she could only see red. Bella launched forward with a ferocious warriors howl and hurled her fist toward her enemy. Amanda chuckled and easily caught the diva’s wrist before her blow could connect, “naughty kitty, and I was going to let you and your little pet go too.”
Her other hand lurched forward and her talons wrapped around Miss Morte’s neck. The fair haired beauty sputtered and flailed desperately as her feet were separated from the ground. Amanda slowly pulled Bella in close and dragged her tongue along the side of her face, “I wonder if poppet is doing this just to get in trouble, do you want to be punished?”
The tattooed vixen offered no response to her tormentor’s query. Miss Morte’s eyes rolled in their sockets and her face had reddened due to lack of oxygen. Amanda’s face contorted in anger and she gave the minx a shake, causing Bella’s eyes to flutter as an inkling of consciousness returned to her. The rookie then proceeded to raise her arms above her head, fingers linked and she brought it down like hammer upon The Hellacious Bitch’s tender inner elbow. Her arm folded and her claws retracted from Miss Morte’s throat. The tattooed vixen fell to her knees, rubbing her throat momentarily before performing a Russian leg sweep that caused Amanda to fall flat on her back. With her assailant immobilized Bella whirled around to dart in the direction her feline friend had retreated. However, The Devil’s Favourite Reject had other plans, gripping her play thing around the ankle and effectively bringing the other diva down her her level. When Miss Morte hit the ground her teeth pierced her tongue and the taste of pennies filled her mouth. Her head jerked to the side to gaze back at the demoness hooked around her stem. Bella cocked her free leg back and launched the sole of her boot into Amanda’s face, breaking herself free from the demented diva’s clutches. Mrs. Nathan howls like banshee and her hands covered her throbbing visage. Bella scrambled to safety, purring and calling for her prized pet. The black and white kitten pranced out of the shadows and into the open arms of his owner. Miss Morte glanced back at her foe, seeing that the sinful siren had begun to rise from the ground, and she immediately started to run.
“I know where you live poppet!! You can run, but you can’t hide!” a peel of menacing laughter echoed after her as Bella ran with her cat clinging to her desperately, tears pouring down her face. She couldn’t figure out what brought these horrible events upon her, what had she done to deserve all of this?
EOT
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