a little surprise [r]

[pandi3]

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[style=width: 350px; font-family: times; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18px;]I AM YOURS TO CONTROL[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; border-top: #C9C9C9 10px solid; padding: 5px; border-left: #C9C9C9 10px solid;]Rain slammed against the truck as he drove it down the bumpy dirt road, he could hear the moans in the back. The way they tried to yell for help but it died on death's ear. No one would find them, no one would save them once he had taken them. Pulling the car to a halt he turned the key to turn the truck off. Stepping out he slammed the door shut before shoving the key into his pocket. Making his way to the back of the truck he pulled it open to see the many different mutants that he had taken. Each other wrapped in chains and that beautiful collar that he himself had on. His bright blue eyes watched them before he reached in and grabbed the first one. The young mutant whimpered with fear when he tossed her out of the vehicle and onto the floor.

"Lets go now" he said to them, watching as the rest slid across his car and onto the wet dirt road. He didn't care if they themselves got soaked with rain, after all they were just going to be sold to another person. As the last of the mutants slid from his truck he went to the shut the door when he noticed a small body curled up into what seemed to be a ball on the right side of his truck. With a raised eyebrow he climbed himself into the truck and walked over to were this little bundle was. With wide eyes he stared at the body of what seemed to be a little girl. "Fuck.." came his snapping voice as he leaned down and picked her up.

Holding the small body in his hands he climbed out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut behind him. Making sure to keep her warm and dry as he kicked and pushed the other mutants into the house. Nodding to the male he watched as they lead away the next products. Grabbing one of the slaves in the house. "Get me some hot chocolate, and blankets, towels....and...some dry clothes" he said to her before walking into the living room were a fire place lay on the side of the wall. Putting the little body down he turned back when the girl walked in placing all he asked for on the table near him. Axel stared down at the little body as he took the towel and wrapped her into it. Now he had no idea what to do with this....bundle.[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;]### , TAGS , NOTES , MADE BY A RACCOON on OTE[/style]

[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]He hadn't left her alone for more than an hour. He had told her to stay low and be safe. She only nodded her pretty little head and smiled at her. 'Okay, duhdee!' That was what she had said right? So he had smiled at her and waved. He only went out for half an hour. Just half an hour and yet it seemed like that was his greatest mistake. He had gone out to buy her a small cupcake for her birthday. It wasn't much, he knew. But if it was enough to make her smile. If it was enough to make her be happy, that was all that mattered. Yet. By the time he had returned, the lock on the door had been broken. Asher had rushed in, holding onto his baby girl's present in his hand only to be greeted with the sight of torn sheets and thrown furniture. His mouth hung agape, staring at the messy room now. His legs gave out and the man dropped to his knees. Tears reached the edges of his eyes. He didn't fight them from falling. He had let it happen again. Michie on the other hand was a little less than amused. The little blonde girl crossed her arms and huffed as she remained still in a little ball in the back of the trunk. The others whimpered in fear and complained of the fate that awaited him, though the child felt no fear. Mutants or not, she thought, she would give them hell! There were two kinds of Michies. There was the sweet little baby girl that only her father knew her to be. And then there was the satanic devil that everyone else knew her to be. And to give this stranger, this bastard hell? That was far from an understatement. Maybe knowing such cruel words were a bad thing for a child to be exposed to. But she hardly lived in a peaceful place. Her bouts of anger, however, had been met with silence now as she had fallen asleep. Rain fell at a gentle pitter patter, though the girl only slept soundlessly. Then she felt it. The presence of another. She was being picked up. Wake up, wake up, wake up you useless body of mine! But she made no movements. Instead, the little girl curled up against the other, seeking out warmth. She remained silent, stuck in a dreamless sleep for a moment longer as she heard the stranger's voice. She was wrapped in a small towel and the girl remained still for a moment longer before her amethyst eyes snapped open. Her tiny hand curled into a fist as her eyes burned with a kind of fury unseen by most. Her fist slung out at the other's face. "Get away from me!" She shrieked, kicking her legs and flailing about in a mindless fury. Certainly, she thought, this stranger. This person. This moron. He hadn't the faintest notion of what he had gotten into. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: i hope you enjoyed michie. B) tagged: pandi! words: 502[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[pandi3]

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[style=width: 350px; font-family: times; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18px;]I AM YOURS TO CONTROL[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; border-top: #C9C9C9 10px solid; padding: 5px; border-left: #C9C9C9 10px solid;]The moment he looked into those amethyst eyes of fury he knew that he was in trouble. Snapping himself back from her little face he gentle grabbed it with his hand to feel if she was warm enough, and it seem that she was not. If he didn't get her to the right temperature he would end up with a very sick little girl and her fury would no end. A small smile played on his lips at the thought of a woman's fury, he was use to that and rather enjoyed it when it was placed upon his shoulders. Letting her small hand slip from his grasp he pushed himself up and walked over to a pile of wood. Grabbing the first log he walked back to the fire place and tossed it inside, making sure no sparks came out toward the little girl who was rested in front of it. He felt the sting of the flames but made no move till they were nothing more then a clam force to him.

Turning his eyes back to the little firecracker he reached out and grabbed the towel that was wrapped around her, not caring if she liked it or not he started to rub her hair dry. "Please don't fight me on this one" he said to her. His voice low and filled with concern for her health. "You have to get dry and into dry clothes or you will catch a cold" he didn't have an issue with kids, but he didn't mind giving them to his mistress either. But little human girls, well they happen to be something he had a weakness for. And this little girl with spirit that could rival that of a queen could have him under her boot in a matter of minutes if she so wanted it.

When he finished with her hair he took the towel away, pushing himself up to walk over to the clean clothes and hot chocolate. Grabbing the clothes first he walked back to her and placed them in front of her body. "Change into these over there" he pointed to the door on the other side of the room. "Don't try and run, I don't like a chase in this type of weather. We will work out how you got into my capture after you have had a nice cup of hot chocolate" Staring at the girl his blue eyes eerily watching her waiting for some sort of response that would cause him to either play nice or just slung her over his shoulder and toss her into the room with the others.[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;]### , TAGS , NOTES , MADE BY A RACCOON on OTE[/style]

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