Let's Play...? I'll Be Nice. [[Mature. Beware.]]

[puppet]

Puppet never quite knew what was in this room, as he'd been advised not to go in. And he hadn't. But, the curiosity finally got to him, eating away his self-restraint and just bugging him to go explore until he finally broke. He just had to look now. Passing the door almost each day would spark new ideas into his head, pulling out even the most interesting scenarios and almost creeping him out. It just didn't seem like a very nice place to be, but still he wanted to go.

So, that's what wound the young male up in the particular room at the moment, his eyes wide and nearly disturbed at what he saw. Whips, chains, gags, collars, knives, and every other torture device he could imagine. Yet, just that wasn't all of what had disturbed him, it was the thought of, 'Had they ever been used?'

Pupiless green eyes were astonished, terrified, and he stumbled back. No... he also didn't think that was what fully scared him. Images began flashing through his head, all of that same little boy and his murderer. But now... they seemed younger.

The little boy was tied up, a knife being dragged along his stomach with just enough pressure to break the skin shallowly. Blood pooled in the abused areas, all of it continuing until the man pulled the knife away, tossing it across the room. Whispers errupted in the pitch black room, the only lightly illuminating the man and the young, black haired boy. Tears still streamed down his eyes, which only seemed to cause the people to speak even louder and more excitedly.

There was a crowd watching them, all amused and intrigued in the pain of the young boy.

And that's where it ended, Puppet falling to his knees, pained gasps searching for air. A surge of pain appeared in his stomach, right where he remembered the young boy being cut. Slowly did he stand once more, seeming a little bit more calm. One had rested on his stomach, as if that would ease the pain.

He walked forward, picking up a whip from a table he saw, and he giggled.

Maybe... just maybe... would someone want to play?

[Jared Padackles]

Jared had never been down here.

Never had the chance to have been down here before.

He had been too busy dealing with all this melodramatic shit that he'd suddenly been thrown into that he had actually disposed of his OCD habit and was actually gaining a bit of a back bone, his innocence leaving and his barriers building higher and higher. The masters occupying the castle were getting a bit fed up with his rude qualities rising and his just as rude tongue, and now, they had sent him here. Some run down shit hole.

"Christ, you think people can take a joke." He growled, pushing in a door. He paused, furrowing his brows with an odd look of surprise and suspician, tilting his head slighty with a cock of his neck. There was a young man situated in the room, a whip in hand.

It unerved Jared, but he'd never tell.

"You work down here?" He asked, his voice sharp and accented.

[puppet]

"You work down here?"

That simple little comment nearly caused Puppet to jump out of his skin, and he quickly whipped around to face the intruder. This was honestly a blessing to his calling, as someone had probably wandered down here by mistake. Or perhaps they were looking to either administer or recieve a little pain. How fun this would be.

A grin spread onto his lips, and his eyes got a glint of excitement. He may not have officially worked here, but he could just for that one special person. Oh, how lucky this person was to be in the presence of Puppet right then, as for once, Puppet felt as he could easily take on the role of Puppet Master. "Why, yes... I do work here. Who are you?" His voice ended sharply, as he disposed of his soft tone if not just for this time. "And what brings you down here?" Hopefully for a little bit of fun.

Puppet giggled again, putting the whip down from where he picked it up and approaching the other. His arms crossed over his chest on instinct, and his giddy expression was replaced with a smug one.

Once he got his answer and finished with the formalities, then he'd have his fun.

[Jared Padackles]

Jared cocked a brow at the jump he elicited and cleared his throat as silently as he could. An expression crossed the man's face, reminding Jared of some insane inmate, and stiffined when he got closer.

"Why, yes... I do work here. Who are you? And what brings you down here?" An answer and a question in one drawl, and Jared chewed his lower lip, before running his tongue alone the top of his upper lip.

"Good. I'm Jared Padackles, Ranking under Slave, and I've been sent here by on of the Masters, Eric, to get a 'lesson'," He air-quoted with his fingers, "In the meanings of what it means to obey." He scoffed. "Whatever that means." He moved in closer, closing the door behind him.

"You wouldn't happen to know what that means, do you?" Always the innocent inside, oblivious one.

[puppet]

Those pupiless green eyes lit up, and Puppet nodded almost too enthusiastically. Oh god, this was going to be a lot of fun. He'd never purposely caused someone pain, and he supposed now was the time to do so. For the years of his life that he remember, he had been gentle, and calm, and always taking what people did to him. Now it was time to vent.

"You wouldn't happen to know what that means, do you?"

"Oh, I do. That's kind of why I work here. Now... Playtime's over." Puppet frowned, the corners of his lips twitching in an attempt to pull out a smile of the overly-excited male. He could already feel said excitement brewing in his chest, about ready to burst. "You're going to strip down to nothing. Now. Or else I'll do it for you, and I'm quite sure you won't like that." He barked out, turning around and walking back to the table where he spied many objects. That whipping crop was most tempting, so he grabbed onto that tightly.

"And then, you're going to get on your knees and wait for further instruction without saying a word. " The white haired male added, turning back around to face him, "Get to it." He didn't give any further warning, merely standing there and watching Jared carefully.

[Jared Padackles]

"Oh, I do. That's kind of why I work here. Now... Playtime's over." The Australian watched him as a frown let itself be known upon the white haired man's face, and felt a twitch flicker on his cheek. He didn't know why, but suddenly, he was nervous.

"You're going to strip down to nothing. Now. Or else I'll do it for you, and I'm quite sure you won't like that." Jared's head jerked back in surprise at the sudden transition from pleasent and understandable to hard and threatening. He watched the white haired man grip a crop of some kind, and watched him with a hard glare. "And then, you're going to get on your knees and wait for further instruction without saying a word. " A beat than, "Get to it." Jared snarled.

"You expect me to roll over and be your bitch?" He scoffed, crossing his arm much as the man had done earlier. Even if the crop looked very painful, he wasn't going to give in. "I'm sorry, but I don't do that." That was a lie, considering he was a slave.

[puppet]

"You expect me to roll over and be your bitch?"

Puppet walked forward, a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins. That had been just what he wanted Jared to do, disobey. And now, he was going to administer a punishment that he felt would fit the crime, even if his ideas of fair punishments went a bit extreme. The whip dangled in his hand before he whipped his arm back, then allowing it to lash forward with the crop with the intentions of striking the other in the face.

"Yes, I expect you to rolle over and be my bitch. That is exactly why you were sent down here, was it not?" He snapped, allowing his arm to fall limp to his side again. "And I'm going to make sure you remember it. So now..." Puppet circled around Jared carefully, his wicked green eyes set on the other determinedly. He was going to get this man to do what he said, even if it came close to killing the other.

"You've disobeyed me, and you didn't undress OR get to your knees." He stopped behind the other, pulling the knife that he had picked up along with the whip from the belt he had hidden it in. His free hand gripped Jared's shoulder tightly as he began to drag the knife down his back, his intentions to perhaps frighten him and rid him of his shirt all in one. "Don't move, or else this knife with end up stuck in you back."

[Jared Padackles]

Jared felt slightly intimidated when the white haired man moved closer, and allowed himself to cry ut at the painful strike from the crop across his cheek.

"Yes, I expect you to roll over and be my bitch. That is exactly why you were sent down here, was it not?" Jared wanted to snap back, but he didn't get the chance. "And I'm going to make sure you remember it. So now..." Jared shifted uncomfortably, his eyes following the man until he walked out of his line of sight.

"You've disobeyed me, and you didn't undress OR get to your knees." No shit, Jared thoguht. A tight grip enclosed on his shoulde and he jerked, trying to wrench away, until he felt a blade tip poke his skin, and he froze. "Don't move, or else this knife with end up stuck in you back."

"You're fucking insane," Jared breathed, but didn't move. He waited until he felt the blade leave his skin, and spun, his moves rapid, and managed to get a grasp on the man's wrist. He wasn't usually one for violence. He pinned the wrist, twisting it slightly.

"Who are you?" He needed a name so he could call him properly. "I should break your wrist for this," He gestured to the welt developing on his cheek. "Think so?" He was probably underdoubting the other's strength.

[puppet]

"You're fucking insane."

A grin twisted onto his lips, and Puppet nearly found himself nodding. But he did stop himself before that could happen, because he knew he wasn't insane. Merely lost, having strayed from his path and finding himself for a lust for revenge on the young boys murderer, yet, currently finding himself with malicious intentions just as the murderer had. Except, he wasn't out to kill, just to dominate. He was a puppet... controlled by feelings that were engraved into his mind from the years that he had no memory of. Controlled with the lust of wanting to know who he really was and why he was put on this god forsaken planet. Controlled with the lust of wanting to know if he was the boy, or the murderer, or both, or just a guilty witness now going insane with the need for vengeance.

"Who am I? I am Puppet. But, today I feel I should be addressed as Master. I think that rolls off the tongue nicely, so you'll call me that, dear Jared. Master." Puppet laughed openly at the next threat, his pupiless eyes widening slightly at what flashed through his head.

It was of the young boy and his murderer again. This time, the young boy was chained up, bleeding due to the spikes on the inside of the cuffs that he wore. Despite this he was struggling around, looking as if a demon had possessed him. His green eyes were wild, the pupil so small they were almost gone, his breathing was erratic as well.

"Let me go!" He cried, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. But, this time it was different, the tears weren't normal. They were black. "Let me go!" He pleaded again, crying out as he felt a hot pain in his back.

Puppet shook his head, cringing slightly and trying his best to ignore the image. "You break it, and you'll regret it." He growled out, not bothering with his captured arm and once more striking Jared, this time aimed for his back. "Finishing undressing and get to your knees. You came here for punishment, not to continue your wild behavior." He stated, using his free hand to grip at the waist of the others pants and tugged harshly, as if to tear them off himself.