RP:A Proposal You Can't Refuse
Part of the Of Contracts and Families Arc
Synopsis: During what was supposed to be the highlight of his life, things became strained, and complicated. Lanara was kidnapped, and he was supposed to work with allies to save her. However, his double crossing Butler made a deal with the creatures that sought Eli. This led to his mysterious vanishing, leaving no trace. Eventually his mind wakes from it's animalistic state. Only to find an unknown temptress offering him a proposal he cannot refuse.
A Proposal You Cannot Refuse
Elioyahazer finds himself adrift the sands of the deserts, eyeing the mirage like images that come before him in wonder. Who am I? A simple question of course, but it is indeed the hardest one to answer. However, the desert fades from his view, and the spellblades eyes drift open. Awe, it was a dream. Groggily, he yawns in a stupor and tries to stretch. But something unusual keeps him from doing so. His eyes drift to his wrists, where manacles keep him chained. That half asleep mind suddenly awakens - writhing with pain from his brash attempt at movement. Bruises, and cuts litter his uncovered body - he wants to cry out, but he can't even do that. A rather gruesome gag prevents him. A deep inhale of air fills his nostrils, delivering the scent of putrid bile; fecal matter and God's knows what else. What happened? Where am I? These questions can't be answered. What does answer him is a beautiful woman. She's so perfect that it's sickening.
The unknown woman blesses Elioyahazer with a coy grin, but within her eyes lies the fires of wrath. "Poor, poor Eli." A delicate, and slender digit reaches out to the sandman's chest and softly moves across the surface of his flesh towards his chin. This action, might seem harmless, but it's far from the truth. Instead, Mana is injected to produce a searing heat to literally charbroil his skin. "I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" Her sing song voice is far too enchanting for such twisted actions. Another smirk stretches over her features before she leans in and whispers. "Do you remember her?" Her voice, much like her appearance, is enchanted to ease the worries of her captives - to seduce; to enthrall and enslave. And Elioyahazer is certainly her captive.
Elioyahazer is riddled with pain. His body convulses, shaking uncontrollably at her touch. Singed flesh now mixes with the already pleasing aroma of this chamber. Just as she lifts her finger, his sense of smell is again assaulted. This time by the magically brewed perfume she wears. It nearly tears at his sanity, gripping his mind and pulling it from his physical torment. A whimper is all that escapes his parched throat. Who is she talking about? His features twist up into confusion.
"Ah yes, my well tanned slave. I sometimes forget what I've done to my beautiful subjects." That bewitching smile resurfaces once more. "Allow me to rectify your mental block." Once more her index finger reaches out, pressing into the center of his forehead. "This should be entertaining." The kiss of magic undoes the mind alteration spell and all of his memories come flooding back.
The desert born stiffens. His eyes roll back and his body is riddled with magic that feels like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His muffled screams reverberate around the stone room and everything comes back. Her. Lanara. How long had he been here? Did his allies track her down? Is she safe? His eyes begin to water as he recalls that he was meant to save her. Though things didn't go as planned. His Butler, the alcoholic double crosser, set up an ambush, and those who sought the sandman, found him.
The unknown woman begins to laugh, only catching her breath after a minute or so. "Oh my poor slave, of course your mind would go to her." The torturers Carmel colored eyes look into his own. "Do you remember how she smelled?" Her gaze moves to his lips. "Or how she tasted?" She gives him a moment to dwell on such thoughts, and uses the previously established mental link to torture him. Her visage twists and changes into a perfect replica of his woodland elf. She leans forward allowing her scent to intoxicate his mind, and then pulls free the gag. Only to place a gentle kiss upon his dried lips. "I bet she tasted something like that. Am I right?" She only pauses for a moment. "Awe, my slave. So close to saving her, yet so far away." With a wistful wave of her dainty hand, the illusion of Lanara is dispelled. "Unfortunately for you, I was referring to your adopted mother. The so called spirit shaman."
Oh how Elioyahazers mind wanders to Lanara. Those memories are the glue that holds the foundation of his current reality. He recalled everything his captor spoke of and finds his mind once again reeling from the onslaught of her fragrance and he sudden shift of appearance. The kiss, was like everything he remembers. The taste, texture. Her presence. When it ends, he can't help but let the sorrow consume him. How long had he been gone. Was this temptress his tormentor for the rest of his days? Try as he may, the memories of this unknown magician are few. He can recall her presence only one other time. Grabbing the last vestiges of his mind he finally musters a verbal response. "I do. Her head lies in s mirror lined box beneath the sands of the desert."
She raises an eyebrow at his response, before sighing. "I suppose that is what she deserved. Though her death was far too quick. It's a pity I couldn't consume her." She moves around the room to pace for the briefest of moments, revealing a fine white silken dress that clings to her frame. She's lost in thought for a heartbeat of time before she continues to speak. "Well I suppose you'll need your strength. I can make you a deal. Send you back to where you came from, for a price." She grins wickedly.
Send me back? His eyes narrow. I'm her captive why would she release me? His confused thoughts obviously displayed over his features. "You mean I can still save her?"
Once again the room is filled with laughter. "My dear boy. You've been gone for a very long time. By the looks of your body, and the evidence of torture, you've been gone for months."
His mind reels at the revelation. Months. That can't be true, can it? "You've kept me here for months?" His hands clench into fists despite his wrists being locked up. She's alive right?! Back home looking for him. His friends had to have found her. She must have been rescued.
"Oh please, spare me your judgement. I'm not the one who kept you. It was the others. I merely found you here a few days ago." Her hand reaches up to touch her own chest emphasize her point. "Your memories are back, search them yourself. No doubt you've repressed some, but I promise I look and smell nothing like those who caught you." She gives him ample time to think it through. "I did however, test the limits of your body. To see if you might satisy my curiosity." She smiles and raises her brows once more. "Now tell me, do you want to go home?"
Elioyahazer searches the tomb of his foggy memories, looking for the truth of her words. It doesn't take him long to deduce the truth. The fact is, his torturers were not her. His eyes drift through the room, taking notice of the bodies within. Again his mind draws pictures of torture at the hands of creatures. Day in and day out. Healed and riddled with pain. He swallows hard trying to drink back his memories. "Yes, I'd do anything to go back." His whispered response fills the room.
She can't help but smile. "Good. I seriously doubt your love lives. But I will keep my word. Only because you have given up and agreed." She steps closer to the spellblade. "All you need do..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as her lips reach his ear. This effect once again, should riddle his mind with magic, forcing him to be unable to put up a fight. " Is give me a child." Her voice turns into a delicate sigh. "Now, since I like control, you'll be staying within those shackles. Let's get started, shall we?" She laughs once more at the idea of what they will create.