Post by Katarina O'Hara on Jul 7, 2014 2:14:12 GMT -6
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Disclaimer!
This rp contains violence language and sex that may disturb some readers
I highly advise discretion and parental supervision
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I can not help myself.
His presence is so alluring.
It draws me in like a spider does the fly.
But where is he leading me?
His eyes promise paradise above any other.
Will he deliver or is this some dark trap?
A dark trap set to take me in
And envelope me in its dark cold wings?
Like a fly to the spider.
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Flashback - Mat 31st 2009
Sophia:
“Hey Kat, sorry to bust your bubble, but it appears that you may have to work after all. So much for time off eh.”
Her assistant Sophia’s words took her out of whatever dream she’d been in as she sat at my computer. She almost pouted as she hear the words from her work partner she had both been expecting, but dreading.
Katarina
“You’re kidding right?”
She say as she starts chucking a little.
Sophia:
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but nope, I’m not joking.”
Katarina groaned.
Katarina
“What’s the job? It better be worth it cos I really, really need some time off like soon…”
She worked as a Photographer you see, specialising in documenting hisory and the like. IN particular building histiry. Not only did she need to document things by photographing it, she had to talk to people and find out the history behind the building. Most of the time she loved her work, but she'd been working hard lately, all her time poured into studying one building, Kemet Mansion. She was overtired and overworked.
Sophia Harper was her assistant, in both research and photography and kinda worked as her PA at times.
But even with her help, she had been hoping to take a break after their last job. All the lack of sleep was taking a toll on her body, something made evident by the case of bronchitus she had just recovred from. She needed a rest and to get back peace in her soul, to show herself that the world can be a good place sometimes. Who was she kidding though? In her experience the world was a harsh place. No one did anything without wanting something in return. People just took what they wanted and didn’t care for what others felt or wanted. People were all users in one respect or another.
And that worked the same for some of her clients, like the sleezebag who ran a mueseum in England. He was her biggest customer, paid her handsomely for her services, but sometimes, he tried to take more than he gave and more than once he had tried to make a move on her.
Sophia:
“Oh it will be worth it for sure… Remember that old building we found just outside town, the Hall that used to be owned by the catholic church? The one that then housed the rich family Luisetti?
Katarina groans
Katarina:
"Yeah they building I've emailed the owner of like 50 times to try and get into? Has he finally gotten back to me?"
Sophia nods.
Sophia:
"He's giving you free reign on the building for a day, wants to you photograph anything you wish, document it, and then go talk to him"
Katarina:
"Well his timing sure sucks... When is he letting us in"
Sophia:
"Tomorrow if you wish, around 9 or so?"
Katarina:
"Fine, but after this, fence all my emails and tell them to email back in a month."
"Fine, but after this, fence all my emails and tell them to email back in a month."
Sophia:
"Will do Kat and Kat... By 9, I mean 9pm..."
"Will do Kat and Kat... By 9, I mean 9pm..."
Katarina:
"Night time? But thats gonna be a really bad time to get photos!"
"Night time? But thats gonna be a really bad time to get photos!"
Sophia:
"From what he blabbed in the email about, I think he thinks the hall is haunted and is hoping you can capture something..."
"From what he blabbed in the email about, I think he thinks the hall is haunted and is hoping you can capture something..."
Katarina:
"Ghost photos? Yeah cos thats totally my line or work... how much is he paying?"
Sophia:
"$300 up front, $300 once job is done..."
Katarina:
"Thats good money too... but do we really have to go there at night time?”
Sophia:
“Chickening out are you Kat?”
Katarina:
“No! It’s just…”
Sophia smirks
Sophia:
“Katarina’s a chicken…”
She said in a voice which portrayed her as a 10 year old instead of the 18 year old she was.
Katarina:
“Oh shush you!”
Katarina said throwing my pillow at her. Sophia laughed before she left the room, leaving me to start gathering my gear together.
The next day - 1st June 2009
She Arrived at the mansion at around 8:45 and waited outside for Sophia until 9:30… she didn't show up and didn't answer her calls when she called her. Poor girl must have fallen asleep. Sucked cos most of her equipment was in Sophia's boot. her lights, reflector, everything. All she had with her was her smaller camera and her torch.
Sophie was late and she was here, so she figured she would go in and check the place out on her own. Sophia could call or text when she arrived. she’d just examine a little ways in while she waited for not far. she’d be ready and able to get out in case something happened.
The building was built with its high sloping roofs, huge wooden doors and the wooden archway that rose up high over the stairway. She enters the doorway, finding herself in what looked like a reception area, a desk sat to one side, decayed paintings hung on the wall. Religious paintings depicted many religious happenings. A shiver goes over her, a creepy place for sure. She wasn't a Christian by any means, and the creepiness here was a reminder of why.
A shiver went up her spine as she remembered the days of being forced to go to church as a young child by her now nonexistent stepfather. The days of being forced to kneel before a god she had no love for. She was a girl of proof not faith. If she couldn't capture it on a camera or see if with her own eyes, it wasn't real.
She decided to take the door to her left and found herself in a long hallway. Tall bookshelves lined either side, full of dust covered books, long since put away and forgotten. Bibles, song books... she curled her lip in disgust. she shone her torch around, trying to see the end of the hall, and failed.
A sudden wave of fear passes over her. Unexplainable fear, possibly the kind you should listen to. A gut feeling that something wasn't right here. She probably shouldn't go any further, she should go back and get Sophia...
Katarina:
"SHIT!"
Her torch chooses this moment to die.
Katarina:
"You've got to be kidding me!"
She whispered under her breath as she reached out to grasp one of the book shelves with her hand, waiting for her eyes to adjust a little to the dark so she could find her way back to the entrance. Once they adjusted, she carefully felt her way along the wall and found her way back to the entrance.
But when she got to the door she found it no longer open like she had left it, it was shut tight. God damn it. she pulled on it but someone had locked it. But no one else was here, were they?
It was Sophia. It had to be her. No one else knew she was here but the owner. Little bitch was ribbing her, she had to be. Always the jokester was Miss Sophia.
Katarina:
“Sophia, let me out, this isn’t funny!”
No reply. Not even a snicker.
Katarina:
“God damn it Sophia… Let me out!”
Still nothing.
Katarina:
“Fuck!”
“Fuck!”
She said before whacking the door in frustration.
She sighed and looked around, there didnt seem to be a window nearby to smash and get out of. They had all be boarded up a long time ago.
Great, just great...
All of a sudden, there is a the sounds of sadistic laughter. What the fuck?
I freeze, my heart racing. My eyes searching the darkness, my ears listening to any other sounds.
Katarina:
“Sophia... this is getting old ok… Just show yourself you immature swine.”
A sudden bang behind her takes her out of my thoughts. Something deep down tells her this isnt Sophia and she needed to get of there. Like now...
Katarina:
“Hello?”
Still no reply, and she could see nothing as she shone my torch around.
Suddenly she felt arms grab her from behind… What the fuck? she struggled against them weakly at first, thinking at first it was Sophia, but the she saw it was infact not her, but a guy with a cruel smile on him lips.
Man 1:
“Time to play…”
Katarina:
“Fucking let me go asshole or I swear….”
She tried to fight him off as he dragged her down thhe hall, she got in a few good shots and managed to make him let go of her breifly and she started running but she couldn’t get far as 4 other men stepped out in front of her blocking my exit. she skidded to a stop, trapped as the first man grabbed me again and the other 4 joined him. Against the 5 of them she stood no chance… What the fuck was going on? Where were they taking her?
They took her down many halls kicking and screaming every stop of the way. She felt cold stone beneath me soon, as she was lifted and they started to tie her down using ropes. She started Kicking, biting, scratching doing all she could to get away as the tied to secure her limb by limb but alas her fighting did sweet fuck all as she failed and before she knew it she was tied spread eagle and she wasn’t going to get away any time soon. The ropes were thick and tight and no matter how much she pulled, she wasn’t going anywhere.
They were going to kill her… Or at least that’s what she thought they were going to do.
Suddenly one of them pulled out a pocket knife and cut her clothes off me, leaving her naked for them all to see. Tears started to form in her eyes as it truly dawned on me what was happening here, they weren’t going to kill her…
They were going to rape her…
Fuck that, she wasn’t going to let them…
The first one walked toward her, already with his pant off.
Katarina:
“Don’t you fucken touch me you cock sucking fucker!”
Man 2
“Oohh! Nasty, nasty, play nice bitch… It’ll only be worse it you struggle.”
Katarina:
“Fuck you!”
A smile appeared on his lips.
Man 2
“Gladly, that’s what we’re here for you fucking cock teasing whore…But first… You need to learn that you can’t fight us… In here, we rule you. You do what we say or you pay the consequenses and none of us are afraid to hurt you… Infact… We intend to… In here, no one gonna hear your cries…”
His hands started roaming over her body, fear pulsing through her, she tried to pull away but there was only so far she could go when I was tied as she was.
Katarina:
“Fuck you!”
she screamed again, hoping someone would hear her.
Man 2
“Listen to that, she’s begging for it… All in due to time bitch… All in due time… First have another use for you…”
He smiles wickedly and walked over to by her head. He takes his dick in his hand and holds it out near her mouth. Then used his other hand to grasp her face roughly and turn it toward him forcefully.
Man 2
“Suck it bitch and you better suck it good…”
He places it near her mouth and instinct takes over as she tries to bite him. He was smart though and pulls away and her teeth only graze the side. But he still winces in pain.
Man 2
“You fucken bitch!”
He growls the punches her hard across the face.
Her head whips to one side and she feel the swelling come up straight away before be cocks his fist and strikes her again. This time drawing blood from her lips as he busts it open. She feel it trickle down her chin as a whimper of pain escapes her lips.
Next thing she know he’s holding the knife to her throat. He speaks to her in a threatening voice, one which she fear held truth behind its threats.
Man 2
“Let’s try this again bitch… this is how it goes… You suck me or you will loose that pretty little nose of yours… Or we can do it this way, you behave or I will use this knife to fuck your sweet little pussy, Don’t make this any harder then it needs to be…”
Humiliated and now bleeding she doesn’t know what else to do except oblige. It was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere and if she fought she was only gonna get hurt… But then again that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna go down quietly she wasn’t just going to lay there like a sack and take it but she wouldn’t make the mistake she had already made again… Yet….
The other guys were starting to crowd around closer now, all of them now naked, some touching themselves as the first one grabs her face again and forces himself into my mouth. she gag on him as he forces himself in deep, too deep… But despite her gagging he keeps going, he seemed to be enjoying it.
Man 2:
“Use you tongue bitch and maybe you’ll get lucky yourself…”
He says laughing.
She ignore him, she wasn’t going to be obedient if she could help it.
Suddenly one of the other men is one top of her and enters her in one fast painful thrust. A gasp of pain escapes from her lips.
She was 23 and still a virgin. Yes you read that right. It wasn’t meant to happen like this… This wasn’t how she dreamed my first time would be… she dreamed it would be with some awesome prince charming. A hero worthy of her love… Not like this… But despite her cry of pain, they didn’t stop, in fact they laughed even as tears streamed down her face. They enjoyed the fact that she was in pain. This was some kind of amusement to them.
It continued like this for hours, with them each taking turns on her, basically fucking her like some blow up doll and if she resisted in anyway she got punished. she was a broken bleeding mess, weak from the pain and the blood loss and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
In the end I passed out, unable to stand it anymore....
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A voice in the darkness speaks to us. We don't see a face, but its a female voice with a distinct Australian accent.
"5 years ago, something was taken from me, something precious. I was taken advantage of, used, abused by 5 people. my innocense and naivity stripped away like a lolly wrapper. They say that kind of thing scars you for life... That you can't grow stronger from it. That you never bounced back from it. That rape victims will almost become whores, good for nothing else... Or Lesbians, because they hate men so much"
A light switches on blinding us suddenly. Coming into focus once our eyes adjust is a red haired woman, dressed in a dark pink top, we see from her chest up.
"Too bad whoever made that asuption never met me... I aint no whore and I certainly aint a lesbian... and as for not bouncing back? How does years of martial arts training grab you? years of learning how to fight back, years of pounding grown me and making them squirm in pain? NOw I may look like your average girl and I should be flattered that you think that. But..."
She pauses suddenly and frowns,
"Now I'm forgetting my manners here... I never introduced myself to you... I am Katarina O'Hara, you may have seen me last week on Searing Agony when I had my little run in with one of my opponants this week. A certain Mr Bob Brooks, photographer turned wrestler... A story familiar to me. but I did some research on you Bob... While you and I are both photographers, we are nothin alike. You're one of these photographers with a home studio, a black book full of models at his beck and call. You specialise in taking photos of people, while I... I specialise in making the horrible, beautiful. I take abadoned buildings and photograph them to make them art... document history, in photos and text. I have written books Mr Brooks, what have you done? Snaped a few photos of hot girls? Can you tell me... Mr Brooks... When it comes to lighting a outdoor shoot what are the prime photography lighting conditions? A sunny day or a coudy day? Is the sun a nice, difussed large light source, which is perfect for photos, or a smaller harsher light source which is bad?"
She laughs.
"I'm curious to know your answer Bob... I wonder if you can answer that one as fast as you accused me of trying to replace you, to steal your job? Do you actually know how to use that camera or is it just a nice prop for getting chicks? So you even bother to take the lens cap off of? Hell, I'd bet if we checked, that things is dustier than an old library and hasn't been touched in so long that if it were a girl it be classified as having taken a vow of celibacy! Come on, answer me! Tell me Bob... I'm all ears..."
She shakes her head
"Owning a DSLR camera and taking photos of scantilly clad girls in your bedroom does not make you a photographer Bob... Photography is an art, it takes skill, knowledge... I didnt study for 3 years for no reason, I didnt play 30 grand of student loans for nothing. Just for some one like you to buy a cheap camera and claim to be like me, to be better than me... If you are better than me Bob, prove it, in the ring and in the studio! Though from what I've heard your in ring knowledge is also lacking... How did you get your job in UWA again?"
She laughs a little
"Here's hoping you're at least good in the ring... How many years have you been fighting Bob? Do you even have training under you belt or have you just got lucky in auto mode there as well? Buy some wrestling boots to go with that camera and just hope you hit something when you fumble around huh?"
She pauses
"Let me put this into focus for you and shine a light on exactly what you're getting into. I'm not one of your "models" or some poor schoolgirl you tricked into your office with promises you never intended to keep. I'm an artist and a survivor and you are going to find when I have you locked and loaded, it won't be the kind of picture you want it to be and if you push me, it's gonna be time to make you into my next batch of abstract art!"
She makes a square with her fingers, putting it between her and the camera, like she's sizing her up someone for a photo
"Frame locked... And Loaded!"
