The Basement [Will contain violence]

"You won't be going anywhere Jamie." Felix said lightly, he pointed his wand at the door and there was an audible click, as well as the sound of something heavy being pushed against it on the other side. He was amused by her reactions, as well as amused by the look on her face. She was obviously aware of the danger of her predicament, but she wasn't quite sure just how much in danger she was of never returning to her family, or at least.. not with her sanity. "Do you recognize me? Jamie Prophet?" He asked, letting her last name hang in the air for a second. "Oh yes, I recognize you ma'am.. You see, I know everyone.. I had to look you up.. but the name Jamie isn't that common surprisingly, it was easy to figure out about you, about your daughter, and anyone else in your life you hold dear." He smiled slightly.

"You're daughter will be fine, I assure you.. I don't hurt children. At least.. not that young.. in fact I usually send a signal to someone that the child is in need of care, if that is an issue.." He said lightly, standing up. Hyde growled and barked, standing in front of the door, while Felix took a place by the stairs up to his bedroom. "Jamie darling.. you aren't going anywhere for a while.. well unless you're with me of course."He laughed softly. "now.. are we going to do this in a friendly fashion.. or am I going to have to threaten? Because if I have to get rough.. you will regret it later."

Felix looked at her calmly, before pulling out his wand. "Sit down on the couch." He ordered, the wand pointed directly at her, his calm, lazy smile still drawn across his handsome face.

Jamie's breath caught when he said her last name. A crazy psyco on the street was one thing but the fact had he had been following her made it so much worse. Things had just gotten personal. Part of her wanted to ask why he had picked her to follow. She was a young, unimportant, low-ranking spirit specialist who had barely any friends and hadn't really gotten on anyones bad side for years. She was pretty but (as far as she was concerned) not beautiful and her best feature was her daughter who this man clearly had no interest in. Jamie was absolutely 100% average and in every way unremarkable. But now here she was standing in an extraordinary situation. 

Felix's words made her nervous. How calmly he presented himself. Like he did this multiple times a day and it was old news. Continuing with her theme of not poking the bear she made her way cautiously to the sofa where she had been sleeping peacefully only minutes earlier. She flashed Felix a sickly sweet smile and plopped herself down. As she watched him carefully she almost expected to hear a 'good choice, sweetheart'. F**king cocky ass. But she held back all of her frustration at being told what to do and her sarcastic comments that were sitting at the tip of her tongue. He was obviously a freak. A very hot freak, but a freak none the less. Maybe if she was careful enough she would come out of this more or less intact. If he said jump, Jamie would pull out the trampoline. 

Felix smirked as she sat down and he motioned with the wand to the table. "Inside that drawer there, are a pair of handcuffs. Put them on." He said and waited for her to do so. "Good job sweetie. Now.. unless you wish to see your daughter here, with her throat slit, you're going to follow my every instruction. No fighting, no bugging, nothing. In fact, I don't want to hear a word from you until I say so alright? Hyde." Felix didn't stop looking at Jamie, but he addressed the dog. "Sit next to her, be prepared to bite if needed." The dog padded up to Jamie and sat down, a low growl in his throat.

"Jamie.. darling." Felix said lightly, walking forward and grabbing her arm roughly, pulling her to her feet. "You're now about to get to see my new lair.. a friend provided it for me, and I think you will like it wonderfully." He smirked and grabbed Hyde's collar, spinning in a circle and vanishing to the room in which he kept his torture instruments in. "Lay down on that table." he said lightly, flicking his wand in the direction of an operation table in the room. "I don't lose anything from your death love, in fact, I'd rather have a reason to kill you, because if you die, your daughter dies, and that's just fun." He smirked and pushed her towards the operation table, watching her carefully as he did, the whole time, Hyde sat growling by her side.

Jamie had been so miserable for such a long time. Some most days she hated herself. She wasn't pretty enough or smart enough or good enough. No, Jamie didn't fear death. She hadn't done any particularly wrong. Her only sins had been of lust. When death came knocking she would go to a good place. The only thing that made her hold her tongue as Felix spoke was the thought of her beautiful, innocent, baby girl. It would be so easy to fight back now.. But there was life left to be had. So like a sheep she was herded to the next room over. The walls were covered with weapons. Knives and pokers and all sorts of things Jamie could only guess at. It didn't take a genius to know what was about to happen. Well this should be fun. she thought to herself, feeling utterly foolish and useless. 

Not even having to energy to really care what tool Felix was reaching for. Jamie jumped up to the table, unable to use her handcuffed hands. Her landing was less than perfect and she had to wiggle in strange little ways to straiten herself out. This threatened to bring on a whole new set of giggles. It was completely irrational. She was tired up in the torture chamber of death but she had to stop herself from laughing. She was tired, had a killer headache, and probably looked like shit. Jamie lay down on the table staring up at the ceiling. She new in a few minutes the world was going to feel like it was ending. Better enjoy health while it lasts. Raising her eyebrows Jamie thought, And kids, that's why you should never drink.

Felix watched her facial expressions as she wiggled onto the table and smirked. She was holding in a laugh, probably still had some alcohol in her system from the night before, she had been pretty drunk as he recalled. Once she was laying down on the table, he pointed his wand at her hands and the cuffs flew off, but at the same moment they flew off, what looked like vines flew up from the table, and grabbed her wrists, pinning them down to her sides. Once there, shackles flew up and pinned her wrists down, as well as her ankles, one strong one at her waist, and another one at her neck, keeping here there.

Felix walked forward to where she was, now pinned to the operation table, and he smirked down at her. "You are pathetic." He growled, running his hands over her stomach, occasionally touching her breasts, his eyes glancing up towards hers every time he did. "You'd do anything for your daughter right? How sweet." He smiled and stood by her side, one hand on her boob, the other going down to crawl up her thigh, trailing along the surface of her pants. ((OOC: or skin, because that picture you linked on the word Jamie didn't work))

Gently, Felix reached over, one hand still on her breast, and picked up his wand, without anything extra, he sliced open a spot in her clothing over her stomach and exposed the skin, his fingers immediately went to it, prodding, pinching, feeling the smooth skin he had opened to his fingers. "You are well built.. I respect that in women." He whispered, leaning down and gently licking the skin over her stomach, before leaning back to smile at her. "You will scream for me, my love, you will scream all night long." He stepped back, his hands falling away from her, and walked over to the wall where he picked up a short knife, slightly stubby, but beautifully decorated.

"This one is lovely is it not? One of my own makings, I decorated it myself.. even put my initials into the handle." He smirked and brought the edge of the blade onto her stomach. He gently pressed down with it, his eyes on hers as he smiled at her. "This one won't hurt too much, but I like to start off easy, get a feel for your pain threshold." He smiled pressing down on the blade until blood welled up and started to pour over her sides, her clothing soaking up any that it could find.

The shackles flew off and landed on the floor with a clatter. Before she really had time to process this thick, sturdy vines had crept up from the stone to hold her down. Her heart began to beat a little faster, still taking in the gruesome scene before her. A little part of her brain was still looking for an escape route if she had the chance, but she knew it wouldn't be happening. She was going to die here. Jamie just hoped it would go quickly. Was the best course to anger him so he just finished the job? Or would that just make him want to prolong the pain as long as possible? You're pathetic. ran over and over in her head, distracting her and breaking up her thoughts. 

Jamie could feel his hands run over her motionless body but somehow she didn't feel disgusted by it. If he was going to cut her open and run her through with spikes she had a hard time finding that much wrong with him simply touching her. But at his eyes met hers as he ran his fingers over her chest she managed to fill her eyes with disgust and hatred. Better to play along, give him what he wanted from her. She felt her shirt be cut and his tongue run across her stomach. This time little goosebumps appeared on her legs. If he wanted sex she would give him sex. Yes, anything for her child.

When he picked up the knife Jamie turned to look at it. Somehow she failed to see the beauty in the short, elegantly carved weapon. Maybe that was because it was pointing right at her. In one slick motion he had cut open her stomach. She could tell it wasn't too deep. Wasn't designed for true pain. But that didn't stop it from still hurting. Jamie wouldn't let herself look down at the blood she could feel running down her sides. It wasn't so bad right now but she knew the second she looked it would feel much worse. All psychological. She tried to bite her tongue so he wouldn't sense her pain but a small moan still escaped her lips. Her human nature to plead versus her Jamie nature to act as tough as possible for as long as possible. 

Felix was laughing, watching her inner struggles surface on her face, only to be pushed back in a moment later. She was disgusted by him, and yet... she wasn't that upset about him touching her inappropriately. He'd have to test that out and see how far he could go before she snapped at him. He loved the look of torture on her face, knowing that he knew about her child. Knowing that she couldn't escape. He hadn't missed those eye movements around the room, looking for a way out, hadn't missed the goosebumps that had raised on her skin when he liked her. In fact.. it almost caused a spike of lust to go through him, something he didn't normally feel while torturing people.. often he only felt that around...

Naomi..

Felix smiled at the small sound that escaped her throat and he shook his head, letting up on the blade before going to her feet, gently pulling off her socks and shoes. He smiled and ran his fingers up her thighs, darting his fingers into places they shouldn't be, before moving back down to her calves and over the smooth curve of her feet. "Beautiful." He whispered, holding the knife so she could see it, and running the blade up her foot, tearing the skin along the bottom of her feet, a sensitive place that would probably cause pain in other places of her body as well.

"So you just don't care.. you care about your daughter right? Why don't you cuss me out? Scream? Do something to let me know that you object to what I'm doing.. if you do that.. I might reward you with something special." His hand flew up to her private area again and did something very inappropriate before pulling out and smirking at her. "How about it love? I"ll brand you, and then I'll reward you, I reward well my love.. you won't regret it." He went to the wall and put down the knife, picking up instead what looked like a brand. A real brand, like the ones used on cattle. This one bore the initials FB, for Felix Barker, and his eyes moved to hers again. He found his wand and pointed it at the metal, which instantly turned white hot. "This doesn't look very friendly does it? Probably not going to feel friendly where I put it either." He laughed and moved to her.

Without so much as a moment of hesitation, he tore open her shirt more, letting her breasts be flung into view. He smirked and gently pulled down her bra, not enough to show anything, but enough for him to see the inside of her breast. "This will hurt." he whispered and gently pressed the brand to the inside of her left breast, across from him, pushing gently so that the mark would show up, clear as day, and would burn, scar, and be painful for quite a while afterwards. "Make some noise for me baby, make some noise."

As he cut her foot Jamie couldn't help thinking that even if she managed to get out she would never be able to go for a run again. Her only therapy after her postpartum depression had been her sneakers on the open road. Not only was he taking away her dignity, but also her escape. It hurt as the thick skin across the bottom of her foot was sliced open. Little sparks of pain threatened to fly all the way up her leg. This was distraction enough as he continued to run his hands along her body. But it became very hard to ignore as his fingers reached a place they really shouldn't be reaching. And he didn't even buy her dinner first.

Jamie couldn't help it, even through her expression of restrained discomfort she managed a smirk. She knew exactly what he so-called reward would be. And she would gladly take it. Anything to waste time and keep him distracted. Keep her off this table for as long as possible. Hey, at least he wasn't ugly. It was as his back was turned that she sorted through these thoughts, but when he turned back around she saw the ugly looking hot poker in his hand. Fantastic. When she saw the FB everything clicked into place. The face and the initials were enough to remember the name. This man must be Felix Barker. Although it wasn't exactly a comforting thought, it was better than having no clue about anything about him.

He pulled down her shirt and pressed the burning metal to the side of her breast. Without thinking Jamie let out a loud shriek of pain. Her whole body quivered and her face screwed up in pain. After it was removed the pain continued. It felt like her whole breast was melting with his fire. Jamie's breathing was labored and irregular as she tried to pull herself together. She adjusted her head to look how at the burning mark. The sight of it sickened her but she tried her best not to show it (probably unsuccessfully). In the back of her mind a disturbing thought was making itself known. I belong to him now.

Felix grinned as her screams echoed around the room, wonderful, beautiful screams of pain from his poker. He smiled as the skin shriveled up and died, skin cells that would never fully regain their old form. A wonderful smell of burnt flesh, and her screams made it all the more clear to him. He bent down so his lips were right next to her ear, he put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from thrashing to much as he said directly into her ear. "You belong to me now my pet.. Belong to me.. you even carry my initials." He whispered darkly into her ear.

He moved to her other side and grinned, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it... say you are mine. Say you belong to me, you will do whatever I tell you too." He growled, his hand coming forward and snaking around her neck, pinning her to the table even more, blocking whatever view she might have had of her new brand. "Tell me you are MINE" He shouted the last word into her ear and moved so he was sitting on the table next to her, the hand not around her neck circled down to her breast, touching the burnt skin, feeling the scar that was already closing around it. "Does it hurt love? Does this hurt you.. I could hurt you more you know.. I could have you screaming and begging for mercy.. but this hurts just as well doesn't it? Knowing that YOU belong to ME." He laughed and pointed his wand at her burn, water came out of his wand and temporarily soothed the raging fire that must have been building up within it. Soothing it carefully, his eyes on her face as he did so, before he took it away, and if it was possible, the burn hurt even more than before.

Felix's hand was tight around her neck and she could barely move herself. He leaned down and began whispering in her ear. Disturbing words of her possession. Her breathing became more regular, like she was thinking carefully about it and trying to calm her own heart. For a second he was gone, but then he appeared again on her other side. "Say it... say you are mine." A intense hatred was settling itself deep inside her. The way he talked, matched with her completely and utter helplessness was going to drive her insane. And it had barely even begun.

His hand was touching the burn mark. She could feel it already scarring up, welling in ways healthy skin was not supposed to go. Oh yes, it hurt when he touched it, his rough hand rubbing across the fragile skin underneath. Her breathing deepened, her warm breath blowing into his close by face. Then he was shouting, nearly on top of her. But as she listened to his words she knew he was 100% exactly right. It wasn't the pain that really hurt her. It was the fact that she would no longer have any power until the day he killed her. Knowing that YOU belong to ME. Yes, that was the true pain.

A burst of water erupted from his wand, cooling the raging burn on her side. The way he smiled down at her gave her a sickened feeling inside and she knew this wasn't nearly all the Felix Barker had planned for her. The cool water felt like a little slice of heaven in this pit of hell. But it wouldn't last. And sure enough seconds later it was removed, leaving greater heat than had been there before. Jamie lifted her chin, feeling his hand move across her throat, so she could make better eye contact with the man above her. She stared at him for a few moments, feeling the hate rise up in her throat. But instead of saying anything rash she did something that surprised even her.

"I'm yours." she said darkly. "Mind." Their eyes were connected, and Jamie hooked herself into the gaze. "Body." A small, almost unnoticeable smirk on the corner of her mouth at the word. "And soul." Each word had came out in a deep hiss, something like a very angry serpent. There wasn't any confidence in the words, but there was still a certain laziness in Jamie's eyes like she was still trying to figure out his game. But the only way to figure it out was to play along. And be his.