Post by The Harbinger on Aug 28, 2015 22:22:16 GMT -6
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
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††† The Past †††
Lucas didn't answer. He just shrugged and headed inside...
The party didn't last very long. Danielle went inside, put on a face smile of acceptance and appreciation, and then after a while, feigned exhaustion and went to her room.
To hide? To get away from the masses of fake smiles, bullshit concern and all around atrocious acts of self-delusion that only happened in the “Upper Middle Class” neighborhoods and their residents.
God, it was such bullshit! She hated even being associated with the masses of fucking sheep.
From that day forward, everything was a blur. The years passed by so quickly. High School was finished, and even though she was dealing with hospitals and physical therapy and other things, she still managed to graduate with honors. Then came college. Nothing really spectacular happened. She was a pre-med student. However, her focus wasn't to become an actual doctor. No, she wanted to go into Psychology.
And again, she graduated with honors.
Once college was over, she went to med school, of course. And then it was on to complete her Residency. Once all that was done and over with, she decided to start her own practice. Down in New Orleans.
It was during her residency that she met a particular patient that would introduce her to a world she never knew existed. Well, it wasn't that she didn't know.. She just, didn't understand it. So, when she met this particular patient, she was tasked to learn everything she could about the BDSM lifestyle.
And, in Danielle-Fashion, she did exactly that. She learned.. Everything. Every nuance; Every trick. She learned everything she needed to know to treat this patient.
And after a couple of years of treating this patient, her residency was over and she moved on. Once her practice was set up, she ended up getting that particular patient as one of her first patients in her new private practice. With the patients permission, Danielle brought the patient's Dom into their sessions. Of course, the man had to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement, which he wasn't too happy about of course. But Danielle wouldn't agree to the sessions, or the treatment, without the form being signed.
It was upon meeting the Dom that she started to get into the grit and grime of the BDS lifestyle. As part of the patient's treatment, the Dom agreed to show Danielle the world in which was had only a toe-hold in. Even if she never LIVED the lifestyle, she could at least hone her practice into being able to treat a particular type of patient.
Not something most Psychologists would do. Specializing in a particular type of therapy. But, Danielle did. She started taking patients who were submissives with mental disorders. Most came at the behest of their Doms or Dommes. Others came because they knew something was wrong with them. She even started taking Doms and Dommes as patients. And then the Sadists and Masochists started making appointments.
It was during one such event that she was “introduced” to a couple that would, ultimately, change her world. Though, that change would come years later, when she met one half of that couple on a bridge in the middle of New Orleans.
That bridge..
That meeting..
..Changed her entire life.
††† The Present †††
It happened when she was out jogging. They were between shows, and she did what she always did when they were between shows.. She went home.
She woke up the morning after the SuperShow and instead of getting in the shower, getting dressed and starting her day.. She pulled on her jogging attire and headed out. As with all joggers now days, she had an iPod strapped to her upper arm with wireless earbuds placed firmly in her ears.
That was when a song came on. A song that had her stopping dead in her tracks. She stood there.. Blinking. A look of confusion.. And then realization crossing into those blue eyes of hers. So much so, she turned to head back to the compound to make plans.
Plans she needed to put into motion to get a specific person to face a reality.. They didn't want to face.
The plans only took about an hour to come up with. It was putting them in motion that would take the most time.
As she sat at her desk, she made the phone calls needed to put all of this in motion. Calling in favors from all manner of people. Once everything was set in place, she called in both Maiko and Sariel.
When both women arrived, she went on to explain, in full detail, what each woman had to do. The outfits they were to wear. The tools they were to use. The only one to show any kind of trepidation was Sariel. But she assure the woman it was what needed to be done to get The Father to come back to reality.
Once that was done, she made one last phone call.
It was a phone call that would be the most important of them all.
Thirty minutes later, the phone call ended with a promise.
“He'll be there. I promise.”
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“Love.”
Her voice came out of the darkness.
Tender..
Soft..
“L.O.V.E.. doesn't stand for 'Legs Open Very Easy', Jeszika.”
The screen was still black.
However, out of the darkness..
A mask appears.
The mask itself was a half-mask.
It only covered the upper part of her face.
On one side, the eyes were rimmed in black.
A heart was painted up in the upper portion.
The other side was.. infinitely more scary.
The eye was rimmed in black, but looked as it the “eye-liner” was ruined by tears.
The mouth appeared to be sewn shut.
And the heart on the lower part of it was broken.
Ripped in two with blood dripping from it.
“You can't seem to catch a break can you, Jeszika?
You had a guy who was everything you ever wanted in Broderick.
Charming, handsome.
And let's not forget..
Very very rich.”
She smiled a dark smile.
“But then you just had to teach him a lesson..
Didn't you?
You had to show him what it was like to be played.
You had to break his spirit..
Along with his heart.”
A hand lifted up to cover her mouth in an “Oops!” manner.
“But you hadn't counted on actually falling in love with him.
And what did your actions wrought?”
A laugh sounded.
“It cost him his freedom..
And you?
What did it cost you, Jeszika?”
A small nod.
“That's right, it cost you yourself respect..
And sanity.
What was left of it anyways.”
She tilted her head back and forth a few times.
“And then there was Melissa.
The wanna-be Domme.
It was amusing.
Watching you two play at being Mistress and Slave.
Only.. That failed too.
And what did Melissa do?
She left you.
Standing in the ruins of your life.
Like the broken little girl you've always been.
She abandoned you in your time of need.
Doesn't say much about her, does it?”
The lights came up around her and she was standing in a dark room.
There was nothing special about the room.
No art on the walls.
No furnishings.
Nothing.
“And then the truth about you and little Bethy came out.
And that was just another nail in your would-be coffin.
The truth that you and Bethy had a little bang session of your own.
And what did that cost you?
I know it cost Bethany, Carrie.
In the long run, it cost Bethany and Ashley each other.
And then.. As if to shove it in your face that they don't NEED you..
Bethany and Brody ended up together.”
She laughed at that.
“Boy, that right there is just a comedy in the making!
Watching Brody put his own freedom on the line by kicking a pregnant woman!
Watching him fall further and further into alcoholism and nightmares.
Watching Bethany fight, tooth and nail, to keep him sane.
Only to lose her sister in the process.”
She smiled that dark, creepy smile again.
“And then there was watching you fall from grace.
Losing the title belt to your best friend.
And now, you're having to deal with the crazy stalker, Cole Hunter and his little band of merry misfits.”
She inhaled deeply and released a breath of..
Pleasure?
Satisfaction?
“It's been fun.
Watching your life crumble to pieces around your feet.
Watching you scramble to keep yourself sane, and your lovers safe from the clutches of some mad-man with delusions of self grandeur.”
She twirled her finger around in a circle.
What was odd was the bandages that were wrapped around her wrist.
Stained in blood.
“You're an Icon of Self Indulgence.
You're just what we all need!
More lies about a person who never was and never will be!”
The light in the room began to flicker.
A hand reached up and jerked off the mask.
“And Kyle Travis..
Did it ever occur to you..
You're simply.. Not worthy.
Bring your masses.
Bring your onslaught of pain.
Bring your false divinity.
And false claim of nobility.
Bring it all, Kyle.
To Raising Hell.
And we'll see who the TRUE King really is.”
And the screen goes black.
