Private Tales High Tension Containment

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"Fuck me," Ella breathed out as she watched the elf girl become an elf woman. She felt like an idiot for not even thinking their captures were tricking them so thoroughly. She had thought the child was a child and they were using her to trick them but this...this was beyond what she could've even imagined. No wonder everyone hated the elves.

A small cry came from Ella's lips when the vines around them grew tighter. Between the binding, the elf woman, the fire, and Vance's anger, she was sure they were going to die. This was it. Right here and now. Stupid fucking elves.

The elf had no fear of them but Ella had all the fear for her and whatever she had planned now. She did not have to wait long to find out either. The floor shuddered beneath her and more vines came flying through what had once been solid ground. She screamed as the vines wrapped around her and tightened. She was going to die now and then they would kill Vance.

The bolt of lightning from Vance started another fire and Ella struggled against the growing vines. They were squeezing her and slowly crawling towards her throat. The vines would strangle her soon.
 
Vance was getting angrier. That’s what he did when he didn’t want to feel what he was feeling. Fear and concern were weakening him, making him bend under these vines. The pain he didn’t mind, just the helplessness of being restrained.

So he used the pain as a focusing lens. He let the vines’ sharp barbs shave away his thoughts until it was only anger and hatred of the one doing this to him. He glared at the elven woman, so smug with her falsely pretty face. She was inhuman and disgusting, and she deserved to die a horrible death.

The flickers at his fingertips intensified, as did the current that he shared with Ella. He couldn’t worry about her too much right now, not if they were going to get out of this, but Ella could take it. She was stronger than he was, after all.

“You don’t know shit!” he spat to their approaching captor. “If you did, you’d recognize the name Zana.”

“Is that one of your new leaders? I’ve lost count of the generations since the last war. Every one of them has been weak. You are pale shadows of your past.”

“Zana was the revolution. She undid Vel Anir and made it again.”

This did give the elf pause. Such an extreme statement deserved at least a passing consideration.

“And this is her protege!” Vance barked his words like a mad dog, grinning with such evil delight in his reveal. “You were dead the moment you set eyes on her!”

Time to wake up, he thought, willing the words into Ella’s understanding as he sent her a sobering jolt of electricity. “Make her proud,” he said quietly, and gripped Ella’s hand tighter.
 
The vines had squeezed around her throat until her airway was practically useless. She had passed out and the vines had loosened slightly to prolong her life or for future torture. Either way, they wanted her alive for now.

She didn't hear Vance's words, she didn't hear his threats, but she did feel the jolt of lightning surge through her. She screamed at the same time her eyes flew open.

She would make Zana proud and then she would kiss Vance...for reviving her...yeah...that was it...

The vines had no warning as Ella's power started to peel away the vines one by one. She would hold one back while she untangled another and then she repeated. It wasn't a relatively fast process but as long as more elves didn't show up, she would get out.
 
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The elven woman showed a crack in her frustratingly beautiful face. What had been a mask of calm and confidence shifted to, dare she admit it, surprise. It did not last long, for the broken pieces of her prideful mask reforged themselves into wrath.

She threw up her other hand, doubling her efforts on the vines. Vance grit his teeth and finally cried out as thorns started to bite through his armor and thick branches bent the metal wires painfully against his skin. The unfeeling plants coiled for Ella with extra vigor but found themselves pushed away just as quickly.

The supple green tendrils grew thick, dark bark, but this splintered beneath Ella's power.

"Stop it," their captor hissed, prompting massive thorns to grow towards Ella's neck. "Stop it!!" she yelled and stomped her foot on the ground.

The prison, camp, or whatever this place was, buckled under the golden one's power. The encircling vines reduced their numbers, though enough remained to hold Vance in place and fight against Ella's building fury. A single, massive root erupted through the ground before them. It was as wide as a man was tall and it curled up and up and up towards the burning ceiling.

With a yell of frustration, and a second stomp of her foot, the elven woman sent the behemoth toppling down towards them.
 
Ella stopped her efforts when the thorn got a little too close to her neck for comfort. Her attention shifted to the vine that held the thorn now and she worked on moving it away from her throat. She was not going to die via plant life. Not today, not ever.

The elf was getting pissed but she was only half paying attention. Her focus was back on trying to get herself out of her vine bonds. She had almost completely freed herself when there was a stop and a massive root came through the ground.

"Fuck," Ella breathed before redoubling her efforts.

It was not until the next foot stomp that she finally started to panic. She poured all her power into the vines and a moment later they exploded away from her body. That explosion gave her the ability to grab the huge root and send it falling in the other direction.
 
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