Post by Raven Scythe on Jan 29, 2015 22:22:19 GMT
Raven's pitch black ebony eyes gazed down over the balcony hand rail watching the fresh batch of slaves being unloaded from the four white vans down below in the large warehouse floor. All of the slave handlers, wore white aprons, hair nets, and white masks, plastic gloves as they as they began separating them into different cells filling them up three to four deep. Which was rather unfortunate for the fourth slave as there was only three beds in each cell.... Raven was cheap like that. The painted white walls and shining waxed white floor might have looked like an over crowded hospital if it wasn't for the iron bar doors in front of the small little cots. The slave handlers worked silently and quickly, never once shouting or a striking the slaves... that was unless as a slave was acting stupid... but they always found ways to sedate, and or haul the slave into the cells with bruising them.
The vampire lord leaned on his cain watching each slaves carefully.... some of them where crying, some of them struggled and shouted, others just kept a low profile as best they could.... This was of course when they saw the fresh corpses being carted past them to be stored in the enormous fridge for pick up later in the afternoon. This usually got quite the reaction out of the slaves, some of the fighters where not starting to cry, some of the criers ... well they were still crying and the quiet ones ran into the corner of the cells wept or hid under their beds... still the smart ones... they kept silent and kept watching... always watching, trying to find a way out. The slaves are under constant surveillance and routine checks, with absolutely no privacy... not even going to the bathroom or in the shower, so escape was extremely rare... and thanks to the new microchip technology if they did escape they usually never got very far... and after they were put into a special category of trouble makers that would be reserved for the especially messy patrons who likes listening to screams while they dined or to the ones who had tendencies for blood rage.
Raven's eyes fell on the red headed. The vampire lord picked up his cane and his black cloak drifted behind him as he descended the stairs down to the open polished white warehouse concrete floor.
He then walked aloud, passing each cell with disinterest until finally he stopped and turned, his pitch black ebony orbs staring directly at the red head .
"Are you afraid?" he asked, genuinely curious how she would respond... if she would say anything at all. "Are you hungry?" he asked, smirking slightly as some of the other slaves glanced up looking at the vampire with hungry faces... "Are you cold?" he asked, some of the dumber slaves started nodding there heads for her. Raven however didn't bother to pay any attention to them, as the one of the slave handlers quickly ran up passing him a clip with 'Alaxus Rose' name on it... obviously spelled wrong, but it really didn't matter... right now she was cattle like all the others ... he just wanted to see how she was captured and where they had got her from.
The vampire lord leaned on his cain watching each slaves carefully.... some of them where crying, some of them struggled and shouted, others just kept a low profile as best they could.... This was of course when they saw the fresh corpses being carted past them to be stored in the enormous fridge for pick up later in the afternoon. This usually got quite the reaction out of the slaves, some of the fighters where not starting to cry, some of the criers ... well they were still crying and the quiet ones ran into the corner of the cells wept or hid under their beds... still the smart ones... they kept silent and kept watching... always watching, trying to find a way out. The slaves are under constant surveillance and routine checks, with absolutely no privacy... not even going to the bathroom or in the shower, so escape was extremely rare... and thanks to the new microchip technology if they did escape they usually never got very far... and after they were put into a special category of trouble makers that would be reserved for the especially messy patrons who likes listening to screams while they dined or to the ones who had tendencies for blood rage.
Raven's eyes fell on the red headed. The vampire lord picked up his cane and his black cloak drifted behind him as he descended the stairs down to the open polished white warehouse concrete floor.
He then walked aloud, passing each cell with disinterest until finally he stopped and turned, his pitch black ebony orbs staring directly at the red head .
"Are you afraid?" he asked, genuinely curious how she would respond... if she would say anything at all. "Are you hungry?" he asked, smirking slightly as some of the other slaves glanced up looking at the vampire with hungry faces... "Are you cold?" he asked, some of the dumber slaves started nodding there heads for her. Raven however didn't bother to pay any attention to them, as the one of the slave handlers quickly ran up passing him a clip with 'Alaxus Rose' name on it... obviously spelled wrong, but it really didn't matter... right now she was cattle like all the others ... he just wanted to see how she was captured and where they had got her from.
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