Carter only HAS FOUR GHOULS!  
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Carter shakes his head. His quartet of destruction are really pathetic sometimes. They will stand firm and gun down anything Carter tells them to, but when Lydia, in a foul mood says come hold my paints they are like puppies who have been kicked too much.

It really is impossible to find good help. Carter turns bodily towards the hallway and calls out in a loud voice;

'Lydia! Dismiss my servants and join me in the parlor. Now.'

She holds back a bemused titter. She stands and looks to Father.
"Should I excuse myself now?"

2008-10-16 21:43:12 Lydia rolls 6 dice to cha+emp (Passion) 5,9,9,5,9, 5 (3 successes)

3 of the ghouls are out of sight... and one is actually cowering in the corner from Lydia, practically in tears or shitting himself with fear... his hands are shaking and everything.. though he isn't wounded..

His look is nothing short of terrified of Lydia..

She had been smirking.. but as soon as Carter raised his voice to her, her face just went to serious..

And then she smiled impishly as the terrified ghoul darted out of the room..

"My gift worked this time, father."

And then she moves to the bathroom.. she takes a key out of her "bosom" aka out of her bra, and unlocks the bathroom door.. and looks to the three ghouls in there.

"Shoo!"

They aren't terrified of her, but they exit the room.. and then she straightens her dress, retucks the key and returns to Carter.

"The parlor? As you wish, father."

And then she moves into the parlor.. she would be upset, but she's too proud of herself.

If nothing else this forces Carter to remember his ghouls profound weaknesses. He does not chastize Lydia for terrorizing her lessers. She has a place in the chain as well as they do.

'Lydia, my dear, i believe you will find Lenor much more compliant next time you try. But now you need to feed her your blood. Just three drops, no more.'

Carter advises with a warning tone. The last thing he wants to do is see Lenor gain the strength of a ghoul along with the mindless devotion...

She nods... And gives her father the most charming smile she can muster.. sort of out of place on the little gothic lolita... And oddly, its not even fake.. its just rarely seen on her... she wraps her arms around him and stands on her tip toes, nipping gently at his ear, then kissing down his neck before pulling back.

"As you wish father."

Yes, there was a soft purr to her words... and then she turned and left the parlor and headed back down to the cell beneath the barn.... on her way down the stairs she called out in a sing-songy tone...

"Lenor... oh Lenoooooooor! Won't you come out and play?"

Her voice ghostly and haunting.

*She moans lightly, trying to stir, there's no strength left in her, all she's able to do is turn her head, blinks her eyes and whimper. Her newly bald head aches like mad, even it wasn't so dark in there she would have a hard time seeing*

And she comes over, kicking Lenor in the gut so she falls to her back.. and then a nail is pressed into her wrist as she leans over the girl.

"Open wide for your yummy fucking treat!"

*The kick made her wince and grunt lightly, she can't fight it so she easily rolls onto her back, she tries to gaze up at Lydia, her blood drained face looks adoringly up at her. She opens her mouth as best she can, it's taking so much out of her just to do this*

And then the nail presses in harder to break the skin... just a small, small bit.. enough to draw a small amount of blood... just in drops...

She grabs Lenor by the jaw and lets a few drops into the girl's mouth... 3, to be exact.. before she quickly moved her wrist to her mouth and licked it shut, as well as the blood off of her nail...

"Swallow it down girl."

She glares at her.

*She swallows it down with great effort, eyes closing tightly, she feels her head ache ebb away, not much else, but the promise of power, what could be strength coming from the few drops of blood* more...please...oh..please..*Her voice week, broken, she looks up with pleading eyes* I'll be yours...forever...

She looks her over, a look a pure distaste on her face...

"How about I just cut out your heart.. then you could mine forever too.. and its so much better than having to hear your annoying whining all day. But no. Even that would be too good for you."

And then a nice firm slap across the girl's face.

And she turns and walks away, up the stairs, locking Lenor in and heading back to the house.

please *She whispers before Lydia leaves. The slap had caused stars to explode before her eyes, she's out like a light in moments. Maybe this was all just a terrible dream, maybe she'll wake up in the Preacher's arms, safe and sound, she can only dream of something so wonderful*

With Lenor finally dealt with Carter will instruct the ghouls to check on her throughout the day, but she is not to be released for any reason.

With daylight drawing near Carter will retreat up to his private chambers. The ghouls will go about their nightly ritual of securing the house and grounds, they will not enter the main house until after the sun has set again. Nothing with a heartbeat can be trusted.

*She had been passed out for most of the day, then her body started to protest, she needed food, she needed to go to the bathroom, she needed to free up her arms. By the early after noon she fully awakens, though still too weak to move, and in way too much pain, she still tries, though probably in vain to convince the ghouls to help her out, even a little* Please *Her weakened voice cracks when one enters to check in on her* Just, please take me to a toilet, that's all I ask, don't make me go in my pants, have some mercy *A light misting of tears touches her eyes, she knows they'll say no, this is hell, and she can't ignore that she's a human in this hell*

Fear is one of the most powerful human motivators. The seasoned, longtime ghoul to the elder Malkavian has very skewed priorities. Carter may not have explicitly said to not let her use a bathroom, but he never said she was allowed either...

The ghoul in the hall shifts on his feet, silently considering behind his blank white mask.

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Id say a roll is in order here. If she wants to try the 'look pathetic' angle, roll appearance and expression. IF she wants to try and convince him or appeal to whatever human decency is left, try a charisma and subterfuge.

Either roll is at diff 8 due to the ghouls conditioning and fear of repercussions.

Lenor rolls 6 dice to Gotta pee, App+Exp (Diff 8) 9,8,7,3,10, 9 (4 successes)

*She shudders, large eyes look up at the Ghoul* Please...it hurts, I'm in so much pain *Tears well up* I can't even try to escape...I won't..please don't make me mess myself, please *She tries hard not to sound too whinny, but it is getting worse*

The ghoul shifts back and forth before caving. He looks outside, the sun shining high above and yet he still feels Carters eyes all over him... He grunts at Lenor and whistles shrilly, a second ghoul comes to sit on the stairs before he enters the cell.

The doesnt undo all Lenors bonds, just her legs so she can stand on her own and the uncomfortable, breath restricting chains around her torso. He keeps her hands tightly tied behind her back.

He doesnt say a word, nothing beyond the grunt and whistle. He just hoists her to her feet and points down the hall. There is a shelf like alcove with a deep dark hole cut into it. Clearly some kind of slave latrine...

*She gasps when she's finally able to breath right, she leans on the man for a moment until some feeling comes back into her legs, then, slowly, staggering, she tries to make her way to this dark hole, using the wall for support, she stops an looks back at him, shame contorts her lovely face* Will you...help me? *She winces and cringes hard and tugs lightly at her arms* Or at least let my arms go, just for now, you can put the chains back on...I won't protest...