Hostage|Aegestrom | Maelstrom
Nov 24, 2007 22:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Nov 24, 2007 22:10:39 GMT -5
Mathew Melissan makes his way down to the basement cell of his house and smiles coldly as he watches the occupant sleeping inside. "Naptime's over," he snaps suddenly, sending a few sparks into the cell. The prisoner awakes with a pained yelp before glaring at Mathew.
"What do you want, Melissan?" he growls. Mathew laughs.
"Now, now, is that any way to greet an old friend?" he mocks. "Why, I haven't seen you since you were just a boy, although I did have the pleasure of hosting your wife and brother awhile ago."
"And you'll never touch them again," the prisoner vowes. Unimpressed, Mathew just smiles.
"I don't need to touch them," he chuckles. "In fact, I find them far more useful where they are. After all, Shadow and Lya will never suspect betrayal from those closest to them."
"You'll never make them do anything."
"Oh, I rather think they will do as they're told... If they value your life in any way." Reaching into the cell, Mathew grabs his prisoner by the hair, pulling the captives face into the bars as he uses a knife to roughly hack off the handful of hair. "Proof of ownership will be needed, I think," Mathew laughs before leaving the prisoner in the darkness, the captive's curses following him out of the basement.
"What do you want, Melissan?" he growls. Mathew laughs.
"Now, now, is that any way to greet an old friend?" he mocks. "Why, I haven't seen you since you were just a boy, although I did have the pleasure of hosting your wife and brother awhile ago."
"And you'll never touch them again," the prisoner vowes. Unimpressed, Mathew just smiles.
"I don't need to touch them," he chuckles. "In fact, I find them far more useful where they are. After all, Shadow and Lya will never suspect betrayal from those closest to them."
"You'll never make them do anything."
"Oh, I rather think they will do as they're told... If they value your life in any way." Reaching into the cell, Mathew grabs his prisoner by the hair, pulling the captives face into the bars as he uses a knife to roughly hack off the handful of hair. "Proof of ownership will be needed, I think," Mathew laughs before leaving the prisoner in the darkness, the captive's curses following him out of the basement.
