1268. The Forced Separation/Reunion Meme

[memep0ster]

Your characters have been forced apart -- be it by destiny, circumstance, or death. The only thing that's certain? It wasn't voluntary. Now, thanks to chance, luck, or fate, you meet again.

1. Tag with your character. Include name/series/preferences in subject line.
2. Roll RNG to determine the duration/cause of the separation.
3. Play out the

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Ben Lockwood | werewolf OC

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben has no idea how long Kati has been gone. Time stretches and dilates and contracts in this place. Between the fact that they have to keep him drugged for him to stay compliant and the fact that they feed him badly and at irregular hours, keeping track of time is impossible.

He's pretty sure it's been months, however.

She'll come for him. She promised.]

4/3, AU timeline, natch

[inwhichwar]

[Kati, when she came back to the States from the wreckage of San Viviana, expected to find her werewolf waiting for her in Carson's custody. She hadn't really expected that he'd have found the intervening time pleasant, exactly -- Carson was not a warmhearted man -- but it was the best she could do to provide for him on short notice.

What she came back to, instead, was a missing werewolf, and a set of truly spectacular claw scars on Carson's face which he was, initially, very reluctant to explain.

She persuaded him to tell her after an hour or so, and took a visceral joy in killing him once he'd done so. Since then? She has been on the hunt, and she is damned scary when she's hunting something that's been stolen from her.]

NATCH.

[werewolf_hacker]

[The hunt is complicated by the fact that Carson sold him across several state lines and Ben's changed hands at least once since then. The brothel he's currently owned by skates on the bare edge of legitimacy and caters to the sorts of people who would have been put behind bars for their proclivities long ago had they not had a semi-legal outlet for them.

After all, a slave is incapable of saying "no," under the law.

Ben's been drugged for so long that he doesn't remember not being drugged. Not just with a sedative to make him pliant, but with an aphrodisiac to make him... receptive. Not that they ever give him any release he's not punished for, of course. Can't have the slave getting ideas that he deserves satisfaction.]

[inwhichwar]

[Complicated means less than nothing to Kati. She's a walking complication; she is what happens to straightforward situations that makes them go straight to Hell in no time flat.

This is no exception. The trail is tangled, the people she encounters on it are occasionally intractable, and it makes no difference at all. She steals, bribes, and interrogates her way down the coast until she finds the place she's looking for.

And then she storms it with all the force of an extremely disciplined, extremely furious hurricane.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[The room is soundproofed and well-equipped, and this client is a regular. She likes him kneeling in the center of the bed with his arms stretched and chained to an overhead hook, and she's got a flogger made with microfilament lashes that leave what resemble deep papercuts all over Ben's back.

Something in the sedative prevents him from Changing at all. He can't pop claws or fangs, and he's gagged and blindfolded and hates this with every fiber of his being. Especially since he's hard as a fucking rock because of the aphrodisiac and that is caged as well, uncomfortably tightly.

She croons in his ear. "What's the magic word, Benji?"

He tries to say "fuck you" through the ball gag, but isn't too successful. She laughs brightly and scrapes her long, sharp nails across the cuts in his back. He hisses and tries to move away, but he's weak and stoned and isn't too successful at that either.

"Ah, ah, ah. I didn't give you permission for that." And the flogger comes across his chest this time.]

[inwhichwar]

[And soundproofing means she won't hear it when gunfire starts rattling out in the foyer of the brothel, or when shouts and screams and demands in a cool, calm, European-accented voice start moving closer and closer to the room.

Kati's not being terribly picky about who she kills; anyone who's a prisoner of this particular hellhole is not out and walking around in the corridors. Anyone who is out and walking around? Is either running the place or paying to keep it running, and Kati has no moral compunctions -- in fact she has quite the opposite reaction -- about putting them down like so many roaches.

A good person would feel bad about that. A somewhat decent person would feel a little bit conflicted.

All Kati's feeling right now is the driving desire to take back what's hers.

She kicks in the door of the room, surveys the scene for a moment with a mounting sense of sick horror boiling through her beneath the callous mask, and then raises her pistol and quite calmly blows the other woman's left kneecap out from under her.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben's back is to the door, and he's got absolutely no idea who just kicked it in or fired that gun. He can't really smell anything but his own blood and, now, the stink of gunpowder. The client, whose name is Jess, screams and falls to the floor, and Ben just wearily wonders what fresh horror is going to be visited on him now.

Jess stares up at Kati, wide-eyed and panting between clenched teeth. She manages a "...what," but that's pretty much it.]

[inwhichwar]

[And Kati looms, cold and terrible. There's blood spattered across her cheekbone, and she hasn't even noticed. Her tone as she leans down is light, conversational, almost sweet.

It's fucking terrifying.]

It is not so pleasing a thing to be hurt as to hurt, is it, kekše?

[And Kati takes her other kneecap with a second shot before turning her attention away abruptly, looking for the keys to Ben's cuffs.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[Jess lets out a strangled scream, and Ben's head comes up because he knows that voice, knows it to the marrow of his bones. He makes a noise down in his throat and closes his eyes behind the blindfold. The tense lines -- or, as tense as they can be with the sedative roaring through his system -- of his back relax.

The keys are on the table alongside the collar-and-cuff remote and several other toys that Jess was saving for later. Jess, for her part, is horrified at the advent of this bloodied avenging angel, and she has time to wonder exactly what's in store for her. She starts trying to crawl toward the door in an attempt to escape, leaving a trail of red behind her shattered knees.]

[inwhichwar]

[Kati doesn't look away from the business of unlocking Ben's restraints -- all of them -- but she speaks again in that same awful tone.]

Oh, sweetie. If you do that all it will get you is you will die exhausted as well as in pain.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Jess whimpers and tries to move faster. It... doesn't actually do her much good.

Ben collapses forward when his hands come free, crouched over his legs with his forehead on the blanketless -- blankets are for the clients, not the merchandise, and there's one folded on a chair nearby -- bed. On complete autopilot, he crosses his wrists in the small of his back so they can be cuffed, because if he doesn't do that then the Master of this place puts him in agony. His breath is coming in ragged gasps at this point, and when the gag comes out he manages a single, raspy word.] Mistress.

[inwhichwar]

Shhshhshh.

[Kati threads her fingers through his hair, caressing. It's completely un-Kati-like of her, but these are special circumstances.]

Just lie still a moment, volchok Ben, while I take care of a little business.

[She turns her attention back to Jess, watching the other woman attempt to escape. Her expression is hard.]

So. Perhaps you want to convince me you should die quick and not suffer as you have been making my werewolf suffer, hm?

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben clamps his mouth shut immediately and hunches his shoulders, keeping his hands right where they are in the small of his back. He hasn't been given permission to move them. Or move anything.

Jess whimpers again. "It's perfectly legal, I didn't know it was yours, I swear to God, lady, I never would have touched it if I'd known--"]

[inwhichwar]

He is mine, and I do not give a good goddamn about legal, or what you knew, either.

[Kati raises her pistol again, examining it meditatively. ]

You are not doing a very good job of convincing. I think maybe I string you up and give you a taste of your own medicine. Normally I do not so much like hurting people, but I think for you I could make exceptions.

[werewolf_hacker]

["Please I'll never do it again I didn't know it was yours I thought it belonged to Sam no one ever told me different please just let me go--"

And fuck Ben's lizard brain anyway, because Jess's pleading is sending him down a very unpleasant rabbit hole. He makes another noise down in his throat that he stifles as soon as he realizes he's making it. He's been shushed, and he'd better stay shushed if he knows what's good for him.]

[inwhichwar]

[Kati's head snaps around, and she moves back to the bedside, caressing Ben's hair again. Her brow furrows.]

What is it, volchok?

[She's aware that asking him to decide is probably not the most productive way to go about this, but she's not sure how else to express her concern for him, her sick fury at what's been done to him. So she asks anyway.]

. . . do you want me just to kill her so we can be shut of this place?