Christine was left alone long enough. Chained to her chair in the infamous room 4. She was fed, but was degraded to the use of a bedpan...

She would quickly lose her concept of time in there. The blank walls closing in on her, the faint sounds of the Casino existing around her, oblivious to her pain and plight.

Noone comes to her rescue.

When night falls again the door to the room will open. Thomas enters and leaves the door open. From the near silence she would gather the lounge is empty. Noone to hear her scream.

'I hear you had a pretty wild night last night Christine.. I didnt realize you were that kind of girl.'

Christine will hear a laughter come from the hall that will likely turn her stomach.  The chuckling comes from a perfectly dressed Alexi striding through the open door a few steps behind his Domitor.  

Glancing at Christine and smiling...
"Well hello again..."

And looking over at Thomas...
"Would you like the door closed Sir?"

Why does this all seem so familiar?  Why isn't she curled up crying like a child and begging to be set free?  Well, if anyone knew of her past (which, of course, they don't) they would know a former domitor was quite talented at the art of driving anyone insane.  She only escaped due to some fortuitious events.  Christine isn't exactly the sanest of toreador ghouls, but that might just be giving her the strength to get through this.  

Thomas might realize that from the glazed look in her eyes that Christine isn't at home at the moment...please leave your message and try back later.

Her beloved, and now about to be ex domitor may have failed her, but there are always others.  

Thomas nods to Alexi. No need for any sudden guests to crash their little party here. Some things are best kept behind closed doors anyway...

Thomas grabs Christines chin, not exactly gentle when he sees her spacing out. Shes so much more fun when shes coy and mouthy...

But it doesnt matter. He could force blood down her throat if she was comatose. He will tip her head back, prying her mouth open again. He forgoes the glass this time, the second step should be more personal...

He wouldnt kiss her, especially not after what Alexi did to her mouth... But if she is complacent in tipping her head and opening her mouth he will bite his tongue and spit a mouthful or two of his vitae into her mouth...

She can swallow or choke, its up to her.

Probably isn't fun, she's just....not there, doesn't choke, doesn't say or do anything.

Is it spacing out...or something worse?

That was too easy. Thomas looks dissapointed... He stands as if to leave but quickly changes his mind.

Instead he unties and unlocks whatever is keeping Christine attached to the chair. He doesnt free her, she is still bound to herself, but she is free to fall to the floor when Thomas kicks the chair out from under her.

'Alexi i want you to show Christine and right and proper good time. And you are not to stop until she comes back from her little mental vacation.'

Thomas sets the chair back on its legs and will take a seat. He missed last nights show, he wont miss tonight...

Unfortunately, the fall was enough to shock her back to herself.  Not that she wants to be there.  Wherever she had been obviously had been a much nicer place.  It had been warm there, no one abusing her.

A soft moan, after landing on the floor, her eyes closing, then opening again, noticing shoes.  The taste of Thomas' vitae still in her mouth, she can feel her stomach wanting to reject it, but its mostly just that tightening up of stomach muscles, and the reflexive swallowing.

After the night before, she'd tried so hard to distance herself from whatever was going on.  Well, if nothing else...there are always options.

Alexi will grin, unfortunately for Christine she's seen that grin before...

Walking to the side of the room Alexi will pull the old steel framed cot from it's position along the back wall and put it next to the chair Christine is currently anchored to. Cutting the zip ties currently holding Christines ankles he will lift her slight frame from the chair and place her on the cot.  Lucky for Christine, the eyebolt in the wall is still well within reach, meaning her hands will be somewhat comfortable during the night to come.  Alexi will move the cot to where Christines hands are directly above her and will lean down and put his face in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply..

"You smell good tonight..."

Alexi will grin and proceed over to the cabinets and counters once again, only he knows what he will use this night...

Biting her lip to keep from whimpering any more, watching him with wide frightened eyes.  Also wriggling her feet, just slightly.  Feet free, always a good thing, maybe just one good kick...anything to express her opinion of Alexi.  

What she wouldn't give, right now, to be free, with her pistol, Alexi would probably have at least six neat holes in him about now.

A flinch away from him when he gets too near.

2008-08-23 11:18:20 Radiation rolls 3 dice to T. Arturo Conscience (Diff 8) 10,4,8 (2 successes)
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Thomas remains and watches the entire time Christine is savaged. Thomas cant say he really enjoyed the show, but he knows there is no other way. You cant ride a horse unless it is broken, you cant trust a ghoul until it knows without a doubt it is still just a ghoul.

Thomas feels justified that he made the right dcision with this one, as barbaric as it had to be. When the deed is done and the show is over Thomas simply stands up and returns the chair to where Christine is normally tied down.

'Sundown tommoro she is to be set free. I think she has learned her lessons...'

Thomas kneels down and will force Christine to look at him.

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2008-08-23 11:26:13 Radiation rolls 7 dice to Arturo entrancement (Diff 4) 9,7,5,4,5, 2,8 (6 successes) Diff= Christines willpower. 6 suxx is off the chart, one year + worth of entrancement.
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'Isnt that right my dear? Your going to be a good and loyal ghoul to me now?'

Beetween the strengthening blood bond and the powerful entrancement Christines emotions take a sickening bend. She will feel a true and enduring devotion towards Thomas. A perverted sort of love....  

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Somewhere, under the new bonding, the entrancement, there is screaming.  Then again, the entrancement only extends to Thomas Arturo.  

Even as she meekly seems to accept her fate, another part of her mind is working.  Getting her pistol, or a new one, and ventilating Alexi...the classes she had signed up for at the university, another attempt to hide away in her own mind.

This new devotion.....how to keep Thomas safe...from Alexi, after all, it doesn't matter if Alexi is a ghoul, she has to protect Thomas from him...on all levels.

A long night and day, meditating on that particular thought.

Ghouls who kill eachother save Thomas the trouble of doing it eventually. Ghouling seems to inspire competitiveness as it is. The bond works in strange ways...

Its not Thomas's concern what Christine will do to Alexi, or Alexi to her. His purpose is served. He sees the shift in Christines eyes and knows her hell can end.

He presses cold lips to her forehead for just a second and stands. He already made his will clear and will simply leave the infamous little room.

Once Chris is freed, she does several things. Shower....a long hot one.  Then a long hot bubble bath to get the relaxation she needs.  Then, curling up in a fresh nightie (and locking her door) with her new books.  Ok, its not the latest Amanda Quick or New Release, its the latest books on tax laws and tax fraud.  Maybe not your idea of enthralling reading, but its hers.  She stays lost in the world of IRS, taxes, frauds and such until called for whatever new..or old duties.  
She also makes sure to get to her classes at the University.  A few hours away from the casino, and Alexi will clear her mind.  Losing herself in columns of figures and 'tax speak' always seems to balance her.  Even if calculating, or even writing is difficult, why couldn't they have cut the fingers off her left hand?