Conversations Through the Glass

[Stark-O Yu Harisho]

Stark-O awoke suddenly, his eyes groggily opening to see himself in front of a mirror. He was immediately reminded of the pain in his head and remembered why after a moment. He had broken into Abigails hotel and tried to kill the woman, which she didn't take none to kindly to of course. As his eyes opened he saw himself in the mirror, his shihaksho and kimono were gone and he had prisoner style clothing on.

Then he saw the worst part of it. His face was covered by a mask. A rather sickly looking one at that, and he hated the sight of himself, instantly trying to rip the thing off his face, but then he realized his hands were shackled to the wall. He tried to use the force to give him enough strength to perhaps twist the hinges of the thing off, freeing himself, but as he tried, he felt increasingly weaker. He now realized that he had been drugged with something that would keep his head fuzzy enough to be unable to use the force.

He slowly started to give in to his anger at the helplessness at the situation, fighting for all he was worth against the shackles, even banging the back of his head against the wall to try and free him from the mask that was currently torturing him. No matter what though, the metal still held, and the lock did not break, all he did was contiue his own suffering.

Then he thought of little Lisa. He had to get out of here and back to her! He began somewhat anew in his struggles, until a few moments later when he heard what sounded like Abigail entering her wardrobe and about to be here. He slumped back down and pretended to be be dead, thinking maybe if he could lure her in here, her be able to do something. Maybe. Probably not. He had a feeling he was just pissing in the wind, but hell, he had to try something right? He did his best to hold his breath and look as though he was deceased as he heard the secret door being opened.

@TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

This certainly seemed to be a new experience for the two individuals, though if she had to guess, Abigail figured she was probably enjoying it a lot more.

Abigail had never kept a prisoner before, much less one that seemed quite receptive to her words, and it was a hell of a rush. Even down in the living room, watching vids, she would occasionally let her mind wander upstairs and behind the wardrobe. There was an actual sentient being imprisoned in her home, she could do whatever she wanted to him and he would be forced to simply bear it. His life literally was in her hands, to be decided on her whim, she had complete control, a thought that was as intoxicating as it was empowering. It was why she did things like chain him up and put him in a mask, it was the little things that really hammered home how utterly helpless your little pet was, no matter how much he may try to fight back. He extend a hand and he bites? Slap him, he refuses to eat? Cut off his food supply or just ventilate his stomach, refuses to talk? Cut out his tongue. Speaking of which, he would probably be awake now, better go and see him.

Abigail arose from her couch and walked toward the stairs, grabbing the pre-prepared meal as she passed by the unit next to the stairs. She had to admit though, despite the excitement of it all, she couldn't help but still feel a little worried about the situation. Each step up the stairs and toward the cell only seemed to bring more tension with it as her brain though about what it wanted to do with him, the delicious ways it could twist and turn his psyche, but when methodology came into play, she found herself drawing up a blank every time. Still, she knew she shouldn't worry too much, he was a guinea pig at the end of the day, a crash test dummy that might have some use after all was said and done. She pressed against the panel and entered the cell, her eyes immediately falling upon the prisoner's body laying limp before her.

The customary feeler sent toward him confirmed he was still alive, and awake too, so clearly he was already trying something to get out, commendable. She moved toward a small container which she pulled open, placing the meal inside and closing it, causing the meal to pop out of the other side undamaged.
"Playing dead is a good trick for a doggy, but it'll take a little more than that to escape," She said softly, her voice calm and measured, "Good try though."

@anzat17

 

[Stark-O Yu Harisho]

Stark-O kept up the act for a second longer before he finally sighed and gave it up. He had a feeling it wasn't going to work, but at least he tried. He didn't even want to pick his head up for fear of seeing himself if the mask again. So instead he kept his eyes closed as he picked his head up then turned it to look towards where he had heard her voice coming from before opening and peering through the small eyeslits.

Don't suppose if I gave you the puppy eyes you'd let me go?

He said with his best attempt at a sarcastic laugh. The mask was causing him quite a bit of discomfort so even talking like he wasn't in pain was a chore. And that was without whatever drugs she had given him making him all fuzzy headed. He had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well for him. He tightened his fists slightly and yanked at the chains again.

Is all this really necassary? If you wanted me to stay the night at your hotel you could have just asked you know?

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Outfit
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Abigail couldn't help but smirk a little mischievously at the sound of a defeated sigh coming from the other side of the glass, suppressing a full laugh. She liked him, he seemed to be making light of the situation he was in, and she could respect that. She had learned a long time ago that life was best not wasted by acting all grumpy and important and super serious all the time, most of the time you just had to sit back and enjoy yourself. Moving over to the chair she had placed in front of the glass, she stopped for a moment to stretch, bending down and exposing her rump for his eyes to feast on. It wasn't often that she wore her more promiscuous outfits, though she liked to despite their discomfort on occasion. These sessions were going to be very enjoyable, given the plans she had in store for the Jedi, and she was going to milk everything for what it was worth.

She sat down with a content sigh, adjusting some straps and crossing her legs, making sure to flash her exposed thigh as she waited patiently for him to give up the charade. She couldn't suppress a chuckle at the mention of the puppy dog eyes, cocking her head to the right in curiosity.
"Maybe, I do have a thing for dogs, especially when they're begging," She teased, licking her lips and smirking at him evilly. She knew full well that teasing him wasn't the smart thing to do, but she was the one in control here, not him, and she figured that she could cut loose a little bit. Not every word had to be controlled, or at least, not at first. As things progressed, she would need to take greater care, but for now, she was free to have her fun as long as she observed the proper protocol to making sure he stays in his cell.

Her smirk widened into a malicious grin as he struggled in vain, visions of the tortures she would visit on him coming to the fore as his voice made those beautiful grunts and groans as he fought against the chains. The Force would not be with him today, he was all alone with the monster now, unaware of what his new purpose would be in life after she was done. She shrugged nonchalantly at his continued attempts at levity, she would indulge him with the same gusto he levied at her, and they would soon see who could hold out longer. "A special guest deserves a special room," She murmured.

@anzat17

 

[Stark-O Yu Harisho]

Stark-O wasn't sure what to expect, but when he finally saw what his captor was wearing, he got a bit nervous. When someone is chained to a wall with someone else dressed like that nearby it usually meant a sort of interaction he really wasn't comfortable with. Then she started teasing him. Even though he was a jedi, he was still a man, and caught himself staring before her words snapped him out of it.

Well, no one said anything about begging, but hey if it gets me out of here, I don't have much pride to left to swallow at the moment so.. Please?

He said with a hint of sarcasm, still trying to come up with a way out of this somehow. He was at his wits end though, and his frustration at his situation started to show. He tried to yank on the bindings again but quickly gave up again. The drugs in his system were slowly starting to effect him more now and he was feeling weaker as time went on. His face grimaced as he thought about Lisa. He had promised himself he'd take care of her, and here he was, unable to do anything even for himself. He struggled again as she spoke, weakly pulling at the chains holding him.

So come on and unhook me already! What do you want? What do you want with me you bitch!

He yelled, for the first time in a long time. He almost forgot how to yell to be honest. He wished the mask was off. One because he hated seeing himself in it, and two because he wished he could of spit at her. Seeing how pompously she sat there, teasing him, mocking him almost with her sexuality. He looked at her and tried to control his emotions but he couldn't. She was in control of his life right now and she knew it. All he could do was ask what she wanted now. Thankfully he already had, because now he couldn't find the strength for words and instead just stared at the proactively dressed woman through the glass.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Deep inside, Abigail knew full well that she didn't know what she was doing, after all, she was no interrogator. Her Mom was the doctor, she was the one that knew psychology like the back of her hand, Abigail was just fumbling around in the dark really. Despite that, she was going to press on, practise made perfect after all, and she knew full well how much more satisfying it was to break or influence with just words, as opposed to brute force. Breaking him with just words would prove that she had the finesse she desire, or at least, that she had the potential for it, as she believed she did. So far, it felt like things were going well, she had the provocative outfit that she knew he was staring at, she had the casual attitude that she had hoped would throw him off. As far as she knew, interrogation was much like a fight, you looked and probed for a weakness, and when you found it, apply pressure. The problem here was that Jedi were taught to divorce themselves from attachments, so it was extremely difficult to get under their skin, even if they did still feel like ordinary people. Still, this Jedi seemed to be doing ok under her care, he was already losing his temper a little, though that might've been the drugs.

She hadn't expected him to actually beg, and when he started to say please, despite the sarcastic undertone, she couldn't help but gush and chuckle cutely over the fact, putting her hand to her heart.
"Haaaaaaw, that is so sweet!" She exclaimed happily, pouting as if she had seen a really cute dog. "Ok, you deserve a reward for being a good boy." She reached out with the Force and flicked her wrist, the mask flying off and coming to rest underneath his cot as she uncrossed her legs and leaned in. "Better?" The question was genuine, she knew how uncomfortable that mask could be, and now the time for teasing and taunting was past - it was time to treat this was a little seriousness. She let out a disappointed sigh as he yelled, letting her head fall. "I don't want anything from you, I came here to talk to a Jedi, but instead I have this undisciplined and rabid old man in front of me, he could hardly be a Jedi." She stated flatly, her voice dripping with a matter-of-factly tone to it. She stood and strolled toward him, swaying her hips to and fro as she came to the glass, putting a hand against it and leaning forward, exposing her large cleavage for his eyes to feast on. As she started to speak again, she slightly swayed her bosom left and right, as if to hypnotize him with her assets. "As I recall, The Jedi were peaceful people, always using violence as a last resort, above killing unless necessary, divorced from material attachments and unbalancing emotions...safe to say you've not been a very stellar example of that." She didn't need to lie, it was true. He had entered her home by force and immediately drew his saber, even if there was a warning, he was clearly aching for a fight. He didn't hesitate to go for the kill either, despite his protestations that he was there to arrest her, and she could see the annoyance and pain in his face when he cleaved his hat in half for nothing. Then, of course, he had that little outburst, so all in all, he was a very poor Jedi.

With any luck, that could be her pressure point.

@anzat17