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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 23:19:23 GMT -5
"Well Delia get this into your head. You have no worth, the best you can hope for is that someone will be willing to marry you so you can have a few kids and be a pretty little housewife. Oh also this weekend, pick you up outside your common room around six and I would recommend that you be there. You don't want to find out what happens if you aren't."
Those words had been ringing out in her head and in her heart for days now. Three solid days of constant torture - a constant, throbbing reminder of the horrible destruction of her character by a boy who had no single shred of respect for her. It was a nightmare, and she found herself going back and forth on whether to oblige to his request or not. Every single part of her wanted to disobey his orders, but the protective side of her heart wanted to keep her from taking anymore emotional and physical blows from the boy. It had really taken it's toll on her, even though she didn't want to admit that to him, so as she paced the Aqua common room about five thirty that evening, she finally made her decision.
Collecting her gear, she bolted from the common room as fast and elusive as possible. He couldn't see her leaving or it would be a futile attempt at escaping his "date" or whatever he had planned for her, so she stepped cautiously until she was out of the school and on the clear path towards the pitch. She even pulled a hat on and stuff her long, blue locks up into it to conceal them should they draw attention to her. So once she was safely within the stands, she tucked her broom between her legs and was up in the air. He wouldn't expect her to be here, anyway. There were hardly any girls on the Quidditch teams, and even if he did find her, she was a Seeker. He wouldn't be able to catch her...
Right?
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Post by James Novak on Jun 18, 2015 0:00:59 GMT -5
Six, then Six one, Six ten....
She was late, more than late, she wasn't coming. He inhaled and fixed the lapels on his jacket, his teeth grit together tight. No he was not happy right now and the fact that he had friends to comfire that she was not in the common room or in her dorm only made him more upset. She was hiding from him the stupid girl. He told her not to, that if she did she would get herself in trouble and now he was tasked with finding her but where would she go?
He could check all the normal places, but after that night in the Auditorium he doubt she would be there. The dining hall would be too easy and the library... So where was she. That little Delia, my my she better be worth it in the end. He did love a good challenge and a fight yet even he had his limits. What a challenge if you don't get a wonderful prize at the end? He walked down the halls and perplexed about where a blue hair girl could get to when something hit him Delia... that name he had heard it before. Like something out of a dream, or nightmare.
And Delia has the snitch! Aqua wins!
Oh my god, Cordelia. She was that saucy little Quidditch player he ignored because woman had no right to play quidditch! And if there was one thing he knew about all quidditch players (since he was one as well) when they wanted to clear their head and get away from it all they go to the quidditch pitch. He inhaled some before marching down there, only one thing on his mind. She would pay just like he promise.
Down at the pitch, there was no one on the ground. So she was in the air somewhere. Took a bit of looking but he finally did spot her and a quickly as he could he was on a broom flying to catch her. As he got close he called out "Now what are you doing all the way up here? You are going to fall and hurt yourself my dear. Also I seem to remember you having a meeting with someone outside your common room at six."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 18, 2015 0:18:55 GMT -5
The wind against her cheeks and blowing through her hair was enlightening. Most quidditch players found solace in flying; it gave them a sense of peace and of relaxation, but it was so much more than that to Delia. In a world where she was expected to abide by society's cruel rules that stated women meant absolutely nothing and served zero purpose aside from pleasing their husbands, the feeling of flying was freeing. To be on her broom, high up in the air, gave her a chance to truly breathe and to truly just be. IF she was able to do this all day, every day, she probably would - even despite enjoying her studies.
As she whizzed back and forth in various patterns in the air - having no particular aim or goal - she suddenly felt a shift in the air surrounding her. Instead of flowing steadily in one since direction, it was now swirling about her, which only ever happened whenever there were other flyers present. Before she could even look around, though, she heard a voice that made her skin crawl and her heart drop.
James had found her.
Her speed picked up a bit as she heard his voice draw nearer, allowing some extra distance to be put between the two of them once again. "Now that you're here, I don't think falling to my death would be such a bad thing," she said flatly, gripping her broomstick tighter between her fingers. "And you can't honestly say you expected me to show up after the way you treated me in the auditorium. Now just let it go and move along."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 18, 2015 13:47:16 GMT -5
"Oh don't be like that babycakes. Know how many woman would kill to be in your shoes? I normally don't put this much work into just one dame, especially one with blue hair of all thing. Though I think it's kind of growing on me, it is after all a good look on you." He said with a smirk flying in a little closer to her and he laughed some. "I'm just trying to show you what it's like doll, the real world you seem so dead set on living in this little fantasy world were you might go to college and be more than a house wife. Get it into your head like everyone else around here that it's not going to happen."
He looked at Delia, seeing the same look in her eyes that made him want her. She was still putting up that same fight and that same old challenge. And she could fight all she wanted and he would still go after her. He loved and good challenge and she was shaping up to be his biggest one yet. "Now Miss Cordealia, are you going to come down with me or am I going to have to chase you down again?"
Because make no mistake he will chase her and he will get her if it is the last thing he fucking does.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 18, 2015 16:15:52 GMT -5
"Well, they might want your attention, but I want nothing to do with you," she called back to him. Most men were degrading, and she was aware of that... But this? This boy was probably one of the worst people she had ever come across in her life, and of course she had to unfortunately be his object of attention. No matter how much of a fuss she put up or how much she cried or begged for him to leave her be, he just wouldn't listen. "And I don't care if I live in a fantasy world. It's far better than living in the 'real' world with jerks like you."
He was beginning to follow her more closely, and she could feel her anxiety begin to build up in her chest. What would happen if he caught her? She didn't want to find out, so she suddenly burst forward, picking up speed as she dipped down - nosediving towards the ground before pulling up and heading towards the exit to the pitch.
"You're going to have to catch me before you make threats, Novak," she growled. Her anger was flaring up more and more with this boy, and before she could believe her own ears... "Fuck you and fuck off."
'Oh god... What did I just say?'
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Post by James Novak on Jun 18, 2015 19:36:15 GMT -5
"And that is the thing babycakes, you don't want me. It's interesting you know. And I do like interesting..." He smirked and looked at her and shook his head. "Oh babydoll you slay me. Trust me you are gonna wanna start living in the real world right quick so it not such a harsh blow when reality hits you." God he want so badly to just shake it into her that she was living in a stupid dream and this was her reality. "Well guess what, jerks like me control this world and you better get use to it sweetcheeks." Because they were the ones willing to do what they needed to do to take what they wanted and run with it, they were willing to....
"Fuck you and fuck off."
What did she just say to him? Delia had alway taken off and was flying towards the exit but after that comment he was not letting her get away with it! He flew down straight towards the exit blocking her path and looking her dead in the eyes. "What did you say to me?" His voice was cold and sharp as steel. No one got away with telling him to fuck off, especially not tiny blue hair woman with mouths too big for their pretty little faces.
They were close enough to the ground that he could do this without hurting her to bad. He pulled out her wand and with a flick her her wrist her broom had disappeared from under her and she fell to the ground. He got off his own broom and walked over to her, quickly grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Listen here you little bitch don't you dare tell me to fuck off ever again. Now are you going to play nice or do I have to force you?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 18, 2015 20:08:07 GMT -5
"I would rather live in blissful ignorance until I'm forced to face reality," she said simply. "At least in my fantasy world of hopes and dreams, there is no room for people like you." But he wouldn't understand that. All hew knew was power and control and degrading her simply because of her anatomic makeup - something she literally had no way of deciding for herself.
Her eyes widened in sheer terror as he caught wind of her words, and suddenly her stomach seemingly dropped down and out of her body. Her heart was in her throat, and for the first time in a while, she felt pure and unwavering fear begin to tremble in her veins. "I didn't mean-" Before she could finish explaining that she didn't mean to say what she had said - even though, deep down she did - she was falling. It wasn't the same feeling of her stomach dropping, no... She was actually falling.
Thudding against the ground below them, she landed flat on her back, and the impact was enough to force the air from her lungs. Winded, she began to gasp desperately for the air that wasn't coming to her, and before she could grasp oxygen once more, she was snatched up onto her knees by her hair. She winced, feeling pain in both her body as well as her head from his pulling, and after a few solid moments, she could finally breathe again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Her voice was shrill and panicked, and there were tears flowing from her eyes and down her cheeks. "I didn't meant to, I swear... Just let me go.."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 18, 2015 23:11:22 GMT -5
"That's right..." He said with a smirk, enjoy the reaction of the girl as he tighten his grip just slightly. "You are sorry and don't you forget it." Was it wrong that he as enjoy this all to much? The look of pure terror on her face and her tears... He had never had a girl like this before. One that he had to totally break to get her to bend to his will and he loved it. He loved seeing her like this knowing that he had all the power and all the control, that was all he cared about right now... That was all he wanted.
"Give me one go reason why I should let you go? You disobeyed what I asked of you. In my family when the girls don't do as they are told they are reminded where their place is. " He said pulling her to her feet and pushing her up against the nearby wall. Part of him knew that he was taking this too far, that he was pushing her past her limit and his and past his... he had never treated a girl like this. There was something about her defiance that lit a fire under his skin.
But... As much as he wanted to. As much as he was loving the control he had over here... James just tugged her hair once and then let her go. "You know, just because I am feeling nice tonight I'll let you go but the next time I tell you to meet me somewhere I would be there. Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 18, 2015 23:35:33 GMT -5
The emotional torment this boy had managed to put her through over the spans of a couple days was astounding in the sickest of ways. As he continued to put her down time and time again and yanked at her hair even harder, her flow of tears intensified greatly - streaking down her cheeks as her eyes reddened and began to puff up. She was absolutely distraught and borderline destroyed by his actions, and for a brief moment it felt as if her heart would burst in the worst of ways. This sort of torture was new to her, and she was far too sensitive to be able to sustain very much of it.
Snatched up to her feet, she was pushed roughly against a nearby wall, which only added to the discomfort in her spine from the fall. It wouldn't be massive damage, but it still hurt pretty badly for the time being. "Let me go because you've done more than enough to me for two days," she said pitifully. He mentioned his family putting women into their place, and that made her stomach churn even further. What kind of monstrous place had he come from?
Much to her surprise, only a matter of moments later and he had released her. Without him holding her up by her hair, she slid down the wall and onto her rear in the grass where she was sniffling and still crying rather heavily. It was then that she realized her attempts at fighting were futile. He would pursue her no matter how hard she tried to evade him. "Clear.." She breathed out in a shaky breath, taking in small gasps of air.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 19, 2015 13:47:11 GMT -5
"Now see that's the thing dollface. If you just played nice from the start we wouldn't be in this mess now." Though if she had played nice he probably would have gotten bored with her quickly, they would have shared a couple of kisses and been done with it. Two thoughts ran through his head at that moment. The first one being that he really enjoyed seeing her like this because it meant he won he had the control over her he so desperately desired. At the same time... would she still put up the same fight now or did he totally kill out that fire he liked so much? It's not that he didn't want to win at the challenge set out in in front of him he just didn't want to win so soon...
She had slide down onto the ground and he sighed some. He always hated when he didn't have the answer right away. Now what does he do with her because there was no way he was going to leave her down here all on her own. So he reach down and took her hand before kissing it gently and saying. "Come on dollface let's get you back to your common room." He said helping her to her feet before kissing her on her cheek.
"So tomorrow then, how about a study date? Library around noon." He wasn't so much asking, more so telling since this little meet up had to go south. Part of him knew he was totally to blame and should maybe think about feeling somewhat bad but the other part of him didn't. She was the one that was being difficult and he didn't have time for difficult.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 19, 2015 15:17:27 GMT -5
It was true. What he was saying about her being able to avoid this entire thing if she had cooperated in the first place was completely true. Why couldn't she just be normal and stay in her place? Why did she have dreams that were far too big for her to be able to fill? But she didn't regret it - not fully, anyway. What she received from him by means of punishment was painful both physically and emotionally, but she wouldn't have gone back in time and changed her actions even if she was able.
She could feel bruises begin to form on her back, and as she sat there in the combination of grass and dirt, she just continued to cry. She was pathetic for letting this boy get to her so badly, and she was even more pathetic for allowing what he was doing to her. But when he kissed her hand, she froze in sheer terror. It was surprising that he was able to get her to her feet given how stiff she had become, but when he kissed her cheek...
"Get your lips off of me," she said in a stern voice. "Just... I'll play along with your little game and meet you at the library tomorrow, but I'm not going to be getting personal and intimate with you, Novak." Poor choice of words for someone in her condition, but that just crossed the line big time. So she pulled away from him and put several feet of space between them as she walked towards the exit.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 19, 2015 17:02:38 GMT -5
Ah so it wasn't all gone, good. She had him really worried for a second that she would never put up a good fire again. He just smiled and shook his head as he watched he walk ahead of him. "Even after all that you got fight in you..." He mumbled mostly to himself. Goddamn she was something else. After something like that most girls would be down for the count but she was still willing to fight. Part of him had to respect that, and hoped it never went away. It made her so different from everything else and so speical and unique. The other part of him that was in control most of the time couldn't wait to stamp it out and see just how far he hand to push her until she broke.
"Now that is no way for a lady to talk..." He said running up a little bit to catch up with her. "But then again you aren't any lady now are you?" He said reaching back to take her hand have giving her a look. Sure she could try and pull away again but he wouldn't recommend it. And as much as he didn't mind putting her back into her place he already hurt her once today.
God he felt like he was enjoying this way too much. Because if anyone in his family knew what he was doing to this girl they wouldn't be happy but you know what he didn't care. He would be in control soon enough and then they would have to listen to him. And if he wanted to chase after a girl that clearly didn't want it then that is what he was going to do. "Now Delia I don't think that is your decision to make. So I would play along if I was you."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 19, 2015 22:08:51 GMT -5
It was nice to have a bit of space between them, and as she pushed forward back towards the school, she began to wipe frantically at her eyes - trying to rid them of the tears that had been pouring only moments before. Her strides were as long as her short legs could carry her, and she wanted to be away from him as quickly as humanly possible. Even if she could just get away from him for a little while, that would be better than not at all. She would see him in the library tomorrow as he demanded, but could she at least get an afternoon to herself?
That question was answered in the exact opposite way she wanted it to be as she felt a hand take hers. Every inch of her body wanted to snatch away from him, but he warned against it and made her skin crawl. She didn't hold his hand in return but just left her hand in the grip of his, refusing to wrap her fingers around his hand the way he had his around hers. He said she "wasn't just any lady," and it nearly made her throw up in her mouth in repulsion. "I said nothing wrong," she told him flatly. "Only to keep your lips to yourself."
She continued to walk as fast as she could, hoping she could lose him somehow, but that was completely useless. But when he told her the decision for her not to get intimate with him wasn't her choice, she yanked her hand away. "It is completely my decision!" She exclaimed in outrage before turning towards the school and bolting. Thank goodness for quidditch conditioning that got her into running shape.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 19, 2015 22:47:20 GMT -5
This goddamn stupid little doll... She was starting to become much. God he thought he had here in a good place, just submissive enough for him to keep a good firm control over, but still with a fire and a passion for something more that kept her fighting. But no it turned out she was still wanting to put up a fight bigger than he wanted to deal with. She wanted to keep her distant and take off running. Fine he will do this little song and dance on more time but he was growing rather sick of it. And for the most part he had been dealing with it calmly. Sure he had to get a little violent but it was all in that control way, like a slow burning fire.
But it only took a few wrong moves for the fire to totally engulf the forest in flames.
He wasn't going to chase after here that would be abused. He pulled out his wand, and waved it one, making her feet slip out from under her and she crashed to the ground. He then walked over to her and slapped her across the face. "No it is not your decision I thought I made that clear." He said glaring at her and grabbing her by her wrist tight, but not tight enough to leave any marks. "Now listen here. Our relationship is not run by you, it's run by me. So if I was you I would very quickly learn your goddamn place. Oh and if you tell anyone about this I promise you it will not be pretty. Because my word verse yours... well I would win out every single time." He said with a almost sleazy smile. Another firm slap and he let her go. "Now since I am feeling some what nice tonight I will let you on your merry way. But tomorrow if you aren't in the Library at noon we are going to have problems. Clear?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 20, 2015 11:13:35 GMT -5
She was in the home stretch now. There were dozens of yards in between the two of them, and she was getting closer and closer to being back at the school. She was terrified, her breathing was erratic, and she was moving faster than she believed she was even capable of. If she could manage to get away from him, maybe she could strategize some hiding spots where he wouldn't be able to find her. There was that hidden room attached to the library that she discovered during her second year that he likely wouldn't know about. He wasn't a prefect - neither was she - but she had enough connections to obtain access to their bathroom, which might suffice as a decent hiding spot as well. Yes, she could handle this and manage to avoid him. After all, he wouldn't be able to hurt her in more public places like the dining hall when all the students gathered together.
But just when she was beginning to feel as if she had things figured out and that she would be able to do this, her feet had a sudden mind of their own and slipped out from under her. Her momentum caused her to crash down onto the ground hard, and she rolled a couple of feet before finally stopping. Her wrist was throbbing in pain from trying to catch herself, but as soon as she knew what direction was up, she sat up and tried scrambling backwards from the boy who was quickly approaching her.
Too late. A smack across the face again, and she whimpered from the sting. This just never got old for him, did it? It was already dark outside, which was unfortunate new for her... It meant that practically no one would be out this way. No one would be able to save her from his wrath...
No one but herself.
"This... This isn't a damn relationship!" she spat back at him. But he was quick to send another slap whirling her way. It felt as if her cheek was on fire, but she would be sure to ice it later that evening. She was angry. She was absolutely enraged at this point. No one was going to be able to save her, so if she wanted out of this, she was going to have to do it herself. So in a quick motion, she fetched her wand from the pocket of her dress and aimed it towards him. "Conjunctivitis!" She said swiftly, watching as the boy's eyesight suddenly began to fail. He would be able to make out some shapes and blurred lines, but that would be it.
Delia wasn't a fan of hurting people. Never had been, and honestly until this point, she had never even done it. But he could get medical attention from the nurse and be better in a few hours of treatment anyway. Though, that doesn't account for the likely hours it's going to take for him to get to the nurse. So Delia quickly got to her feet and took several steps back from him. "Leave. Me. Alone." Her words sounded darker and threatening than anything she had ever said before, and she would be thankful for his eyesight being damaged later given her shift in haircolor to bright orange during her explosion.
And with that being her final statement, she turned and took off once more. She had to get to her room. To her bed.
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