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Continuation from "A dinner meeting..." @ tenebrae_nostro [15 Jan 2007|08:44am]
Danica licked her lips as she finished the last of her drink.

"Why you people fight what you are is beyond me. We aren't creatures that are meant to be tied down to only one person. Animals Adam, we are animals. Primal, lust filled and ravenous."

There was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Why don't we get out of here? My hotel is just down the street."
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((Evil King)) At the Phoenix Tower...sure there is one in Vegas...duh. [19 Jun 2006|04:17pm]
Storming in the office Danica growled and booted the chair that stood in her path. He had been gone for weeks. FUCKING WEEKS. Someone needed to teach Hannibal that it was not ok to run out on her. Just who the hell does he think he is?

Flopping down in the chair she kicked off her shoes and lit a cigarette. Wiggling a finger at the gaurd at the door she commanded that he come in and dial King's number. When the phone began to ring Danica placed a well manicured foot on the overly muscle bound man and shoved him towards the door.

"Pick up the god damn phone, King!!" She yelled into the reciever.
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[03 May 2005|09:49am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Funcking HANNIBAL KING, ungrateful bastard.Should have just killed him. I thought he would make a fun little pet to have around. Wrong, can’t even be grateful for the gift I gave him.

Walking down the hallway the clicking of my stiletto’s the only sound to be heard.As strutted down the hall I held my head high. Approaching King’s room, ok it’s a cell. I wouldn’t want him to get away, he does belong to me afterall, whether I like it or not. Placing my hand in the scanner on the side of the door the green light passed over the marking and I heard the door unlock. Opening the door I stood in the entryway dangling a bag of blood in my hand.

“Now pet, we are going out, so get your ass dressed.” Dropping the cigarette I held with the other hand I put it out with the toe of my shoe as I swung the bag in my opposite hand. “ If you promise to be on your best behavior I will give you this..and I won’t have the boys take you out on the leash.”

Shifting my weight, I stood with my hand on my hips. Waiting for an answer, well that’ll never happen. Throwing the bag at him, I yelled.

“Get your ass dressed, we are going.”

With a snarl he stood up and pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, god could he dress any worse? Sometimes it was embarrassing taking him out. As he pulled the shirt down over his head , he was glaring at me. That fire in his eye got me going a bit, made me want to do the most horrific things to him. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to act on my instinct. I rested my back against the frame of the door as he picked up the bag and drank it down. Looking over at him I could tell he hated it, the taste, the smell..that brought a smile to my face.

“Now that you are done with dinner, lover, lets get going…Now!”

As he made his way through the door, I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, bodies touching. Breathing into his ear I whispered.

“If you make me angry not only will I lock you back up in this room, but maybe we will lock up a pretty little girl in here too…to keep you company.”

Looking into his face I could see a bit of defeat creeping across his face, replacing the anger. This made me happy, to know I had my pet under control. Shoving him away from me I walked out the door and looked back to see him standing there.

“Come on , pet.” I motioned with a finger for him to follow, when he hesitated I nodded at one of my lackeys and they ‘helped’ King down the hall.

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