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Post by TRISTAN STONE on Jul 23, 2012 23:44:49 GMT -5
. and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 470, OH SO CASUAL , NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART this was the moment that tristan had been waiting for since he had learned about the mole that was digging through his business. tristan was usually able to cover up most of the information that involved illegality, but this person was digging too fast and too deep for him to even grab a hold of his papers and hide them. this was the message that was needed to be sent out to the male and as they waited in the car by the start of the trail, waiting for the couple to emerge, his fingers were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel with impatience pouring out of his features. his lips were a straight line, his eyes were narrowed and his head was shaking with annoyance while his teeth were starting to clench even tighter. ”where is this fucker?” [/b] he spoke out loud with a fire burning in his eyes as he waited for the two to emerge. he had the place surrounded, his best friend and right hand man already out of his car and poised with the drugs that would knock the two of them out. stepping out of his car, he shot dani a look as she was in the passenger side, ”when I say so, you open the trunk, got it?”[/b], but it was not really a question because he knew that she already understood what he wanted. tristan knew that dani would obey anything that he barked at her and he liked to think that he had the upper hand in whatever they were labelled as. ”okay dumbass, got the text..they are coming..”[/b] he spoke low, patting his best friend’s back. tristan was eager for this and it showed with the anxious tone to his voice. ”so be ready.”[/b] he commented, moving into a spot where he could get aaron fast as he grabbed for the rag in a henchman’s hand and scooted him away. he noticed that they were approaching, he could hear their chatter, possibly a bickering match and though that sent him into boredom to listen to, he waited before stepping out into view. ”what a cute couple. bodyguard and idiot…”[/b] and suddenly his fingers snapped, causing his gang members to emerge from the forest and surround the two of them. ”get them.”[/b] he barked the order and his team moved into action, reaching for both rochelle and aaron as they tried to get a rag over their noses in order to knock them to sleep. rolling his eyes, he clenched a fist and attempted to launch it into aaron’s fighting form. ”night night..”[/b] he said with a cruel smirk on his face as he reached to pull the rag over his nose, catching sight of the limp blonde and hoping that aaron would do the same in a matter of seconds. [/div][/center] |
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Post by braden on Jul 25, 2012 1:31:14 GMT -5
the air was intense all around them. this was what they had all been waiting for, tristan above everyone else. to say that they were all a violent bunch was...well, a major understatement on anyone's part. this was what happened when someone weaseled their way into their business. they didn't take too kindly to trespassers, and aaron and his little girlfriend were just that. to make matters worse, aaron was getting information at an alarming rate, which was the only reason why they were taking drastic actions where this situation was concerned. braden could think of better ways to handle this, but this was the quickest and the most efficient given their time table. and braden wasn't going to complain, not one bit. so long as he got his hands on that pretty little blonde that would surely be on the trail with aaron, braden couldn't complain about anything that was about to go down right now. but could you blame him? rochelle was hot. and he was the only person he could trust to not mess up that pretty little face of hers. it was about the only thing that she really had going for her where he was concerned.
"got it," he mumbled when tristan told him they would be there soon. he was ready, too. his hazel eyes were fixed on the trail in front of them. but even as he could hear and see them come into view, he waited, patiently, quietly, for the signal that tristan and the rest of the guys had gone over. when he snapped his fingers, they all ascended from the forest like ninjas. to be quite honest, braden felt like a complete bad ass with everything that was going on now. but that just sort of came with the job, he supposed. plus, who would feel any less of a bad ass while they were kidnapping someone?
after tristan snapped his fingers, everyone was in a rush to surround the couple. braden clenched the rag in his fist tightly. when tristan barked his orders, braden instantly dove for the blonde and covered her nose with the rag. it only took a few seconds for her once squirming body to go still and slump into his bulking chest. before she could slide away from his grip and hit the ground, he hauled her over his shoulder and got a firm grasp on her lower back. "easy," he mumbled, despite the fact that she had managed to claw at his arms with those damned nails of hers. he'd have to make sure to clip them so that there wasn't any evidence on her whatsoever. "sleep tight, princess," he said, patting her leg before repositioning her on his shoulder and walking over to tristan, awaiting his next orders. "we got them," he said triumphantly. "that was too easy," he mumbled as he made his way back over to the car with rochelle still hitched on his left shoulder. indeed, it was too easy, and for a bodyguard, he was surprised at how easily she had gone down. a little disappointed, really, if you asked him.
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Post by danika on Jul 25, 2012 6:52:44 GMT -5
Too lazy to make another setDani was anxious. There was no denying that. She wasn't sure what to expect tonight because she certainly hadn't been privvy to all of the details of the events that were about to unfold, but if there was one thing that she understood, it was that she was being tested on some level. Tristan wanted to see how far she had come and how far he had corrupted her. The thing she only had to prove now was that she was completely and utterly his. That she wouldn't subject herself to any more pain because she was too much of a coward to inflict it on someone else. She would force herself to do whatever it took to avoid being punished severely for not being able to go through with it. She had long since learned her lesson.
She sat in the car, one leg crossed over the other as she watched everything going on around her, wondering what it was exactly that was going to happen. She knew that they were surrounded by a number of Tristan's goons. She knew well enough that whoever they were about to surprise didn't stand a hope in hell. Something serious was about to go down and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was about to play a key role in it. This was the first time Tristan had taken her out on one of these little excursions and, honestly, her desire to get out and be a part of it far outweighed any amount of fear she otherwise might have been feeling in the moment.
She was ready for this.
Dani glanced up at Tristan as he spoke to her and she nodded. He didn't need the confirmation. He knew she'd comply like a good pet. And she would. The moment he gave the signal, she'd open the trunk until he was done with whatever it was that he was doing. But as she sat there, it become more and more apparent what they were setting up for. Someone was about to missing. But as she watched in the passenger's side mirror as everything transpired, she realized that it was two someones. She watched with a pang of sympathy as the blonde was drugged. She jerked her face away from the mirror quickly. No weakness. She could show no weakness. Sympathy was something that wasn't going to get her anywhere in this world.
The moment Tristan called for her to pop the trunk, she leaned across the car and pulled the leaver on the driver's side that would flip the trunk open and then she righted herself in the seat, waiting for the tell tale sound of the trunk closing once he was done. She did her best to look bored as she sat there, one elbow poised on the armrest on the center console as she placed her chin on her hand. She didn't want to let Tristan know that she'd had a moment of weakness there. He couldn't know. And she would try harder in the future to make sure that she killed those emotions in her.
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Post by ROCHELLE SKYULAR on Jul 25, 2012 16:04:15 GMT -5
. give me pain, they'll say to me, there goes a fighter DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 470, w/spandex shorts , she's going to kick ass >_> this was part of the morning routine, jogging. it was away to bond their relationship more, get a competitive spirit out and to tease him just a little in rochelle’s mind. ”come on baby..pick up the pace!” [/b] she called out with a smirk even though she was only have a stride ahead of him and he could easily overtake her if he pushed himself. sweat glistened on her skin while she ran through the ins and outs of the trail, dodging trees and whatever else was an obstacle on the terrain. the final hill was coming up and then it would be a slow descent down to the car where they would most likely have their hands on one another. rochelle normally did not have her guard down, but in this case, she was not on as high of an alert as she could be. her hair was swinging back and forth, not trapped in a ponytail but now setting into waves with the moisture in the air tangling into her blonde tresses. ”almost there aaron.”[/b] she called, stopping at the top of the hill with her hands on her hips as she waited for him reach her side. rolling her eyes as he ran past her, rochelle took a moment to catch her breath before taking off after the male and reaching the end of the trail only moments later. the thing that surprised her was the fact that there was more cars in the parking lot and they seemed to be in a formation to block the exit for them. she grabbed onto aaron’s bicep, taking a step to move infront of him and shield him as she was no longer the girlfriend but the bodyguard. ”run.”[/b] she mumbled under her breath but everything happened too fast for her to process and the sound of a finger snapping caused her head to turn to see that the ring leader was certaintly not alone. she put up a fight as a male approached her with a rag, the familiar aroma wafting from it, ”fuck no”[/b] she growled out, knocking the hands off her with the training. she was paying too much attention to the hands that were grabbing her than the rag that was coming to rest over her mouth and nose. muffled protests came from her as she dug her fingernails into the male’s arms, fighting as best as she could but suddenly her eyelids were heavier as though she suddenly wanted to just sleep. her breath was being held but there was only so much time before she took in a deep breath and grew limp in the male’s arms. the last thing rochelle felt was herself being lifted from the ground and a shoulder digging into her stomach as she was hauled away to an unknown location. [/div][/center] |
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Post by TRISTAN STONE on Jul 25, 2012 16:15:04 GMT -5
. and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 526, OH SO CASUAL , NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART to say that tristan had power was an understatement as it was just proof in how fast his comrades jumped when he said to, or had the fear in their eyes if they knew how badly they screwed up. tristan was ready to take anyone down that got in his way, or prevented him from getting what he wanted—and that was what aaron was doing. he was digging too far into the reports, too far into the history of tristan and that was a red flag for the gang leader to take action. he saw his pet nod, giving her a smirk before grabbing a hold of the back of her head and crashing their lips together, ending the kiss with a violent tug of her bottom lip that was stuck between his lips before releasing her completely and getting out of the car. his tongue flicked out to run across his lips, savoring the taste of the submissive girl that he gladly called his own. too wound around her finger and she was not even aware, tristan would not let another male near her if he could help it and it seemed that she wanted to stay by his side other way. he watched her for a moment, staring at her through the passenger side mirror, giving her a wink before looking away and luckily for her, missing that small sign of weakness that she produced. the male went down just as fast as the female and tristan ordered for the trunk to be brought open before shooting braden a look, cold and uninterested in the female on his shoulder, ”be sure to tie her tightly, she’s trained.” [/b] he commented, walking to the trunk and tossing a thing of rope and ducktape onto the ground at his right hand man’s feet. looking to aaron, he could feel his temper flaring already as his goons seemed to be treating the male with more respect than what was deserved. ”fucking idiots!”[/b] he growled while shoving them aside and finishing the task of tying aaron’s hands and feet together, finishing off the restraints with a piece of tape to go over his mouth. ”head to the warehouse. we’ll meet you there..”[/b], meaning him and his pet. he looked over his shoulder, seeing braden walking toward her car, ”don’t damage her too badly, she might be important to get him to talk.”[/b] he called out before shutting the lid of the trunk and moving to the driver’s side. the keys were already in the ignition as he looked to danika who was still seated in the passenger seat as instructed, ”lets see if you have what it takes..”[/b] to be apart of the gang, to be heartless, to be his, all of it was a test and he was curious to see how far the girl would go to please him. his hand rested on her thigh, slowly rising up her thigh to rest close to her center, rubbing the skin through the leather, ”should have made it a skirt..”[/b] he commented more to himself than to her as he took off, three black cars following behind him. [/div][/center] |
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Post by braden on Jul 26, 2012 17:29:14 GMT -5
to say the very least, the fact that braden was even capable of taking tristan's orders was something that would be hard to swallow for anyone that knew the rich boy gone bad. but there was one thing tristan had that no one else in braden's life had, and that was respect. and because of that, braden saw no issue in following the man's orders. it seemed like they were in tune with each other, anyways, at least most of the time. there was hardly anything that tristan wanted to do that ever brought up any red flags or made braden second guess his decision in leadership. the second any of that happened, though, braden wasn't entirely certain as to what he would possibly do with himself. tristan had been a major role in braden's life over the past few years, and although truly caring about a friend was a sign of weakness, braden couldn't help himself, not even a little bit. he would deny it if need be, but he would honestly rather not pretend like tristan put braden's life in order. he helped him out a lot more than that, and that's why he easily serviced this man.
"she won't be going anywhere," braden nodded as he dumped rochelle into the trunk of the car. when tristan threw the rope and tape at his feet, he picked it up and carefully wrapped the bodyguards ankles wrists together (separately of course), then finished it off with a piece of tape to cover that big mouth of hers. he knew that as soon as she regained consciousness, there would be no end to her bitching and complaining, which made braden reluctant to even remove the tape. he'd have to hold a knife to her throat or something like that to get her to shut up.
"alright boss." he slammed the trunk of the car shut before climbing into the driver's seat. he drove directly behind tristan's car the entire time, looking back at his rear view mirror constantly to make sure that the other cars were trailing him. and on top of that, he had to make sure that no one that wasn't part of their gang was following them. lord knew that bodyguard barbie had more than enough tricks shoved up her sleeve, and it wouldn't surprise him if they somehow knew about their plans to kidnap her and her little boyfriend. but he trusted tristan and his abilities, he doubted that they even saw it coming. his knuckles whitened as he gripped on the steering wheel tightly, his eyes all over the road as it rolled out before him. patience. something he needed, but something he momentarily lacked.
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Post by danika on Jul 27, 2012 21:27:53 GMT -5
Dani looked over at Tristan as he settled himself back in the car. See if she had what it takes for what? She had a damned good idea that she wasn't going to enjoy whatever was to come. Not at first, at least. But she'd be damned if she wasn't going to force herself to like what she was doing by the end of it. And she'd be even more damned if she was going to let Tristan see that she wasn't completely on board at the moment. She had to remember that whatever they were doing here... they had wronged Tristan somehow. And that was enough to set herself straight about the whole matter. It was enough to give her a clear head and enough focus to do what she needed to do. She needed to do what he wanted so that she could survive.
Dani looked over at him as his hands wound up on her. She kept her facial expression blank as he touched. She was his to touch and do with as he pleased. So long as she kept him satisfied, he was about as happy as he could be. That was motivation enough for Dani. "You didn't specify." She commented flatly when he said that it should have been a skirt she was wearing. She'd just bet that he would have liked it. But at the end of the day, she had a feeling that she was about to get messy and covered in the blood of at least one of the two victims they'd taken. And she needed to be able to move around. "I'll try to remember for next time though." She murmured as she turned her head to look back out the passenger's side window.
And then they were there. Dani just stood there, awaiting the instructions of her keeper. She would live and breathe only to please him, so long as it meant that she stayed alive and in relative comfort.
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Aaron was beyond pissed off. While he was frustrated with the situation, strangely enough, he wasn't pissed off with the men who were man-handling, but moreso with his father for getting him into this shit. He wouldn't have to take care of business if his father had kept his nose clean and kept on the straight and narrow. But that hadn't been the case and now Aaron was left to suffer even more consequences. He was worried about Rochelle far more than he was worried about himself at the moment, which might have been a bit foolish on his part. And yet, all he could think about was how crushed Rochelle would be if something happened to him and she wasn't able to do something about it. All he could think about was the fact that they had just started out and things had just started getting good between them. What if he never had the chance to continue that?
Some of the thugs were tying him up, but it wasn't long before their circus ring leader made an appearance right in front of him to finish the job in a much less friendly way. All Aaron could do was grin at him for the moment. It was a complete, shit-eating grin. But at this point, he was so beyond pissed off, frustrated and generally upset that it was the only way he could retaliate. The only thing he could risk. At worst, he'd wind up being punched in the face at the moment... right? But this wouldn't last. They'd get out of there. He had too much to lose with Rochelle not to figure it all out...
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Post by TRISTAN STONE on Aug 1, 2012 18:22:17 GMT -5
. and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 544, OH SO CASUAL , NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART the male was not supposed to be grinning as tristan felt his anger get the better of him and he launched his fist into the immobile male’s face. ”you won’t be smiling for long.” [/b] he muttered before slamming the lid shut and walking to the driver’s side of the car. he turned to look at braden with the blonde over his shoulder, ”scare her, don’t scar her.”[/b] he growled as he knew that the blonde would be the perfect leverage to get the male to talk because at this point, tristan wanted to hear his voice but he just wanted to hear the truth—begging, pleading for his life and his girlfriend’s would just be an added bonus. he looked over to danika after having shut the door and began to drive out of the parking lot, being rough in his turns and his swerves for an extra bruise to be put onto the male. ”next time, I will.”[/b] he growled out, annoyed by her talking back. danika had certainly changed since he had first met her, became obsessed with her, wanted to make her and no one else was allowed to even look at her—and no one in his gang did. ”better write it down if you can’t.”[/b], his hands on the steering wheel were growing tighter as he drove onto the public road and stopped his slightly reckless driving. he sped through the streets though with the three cars following near him, but not even to make it look suspicious. tristan had to keep everything normal for the time being until the exit appeared in his sights and he quickly cut through three lanes, causing honks and a smirk to come to his face. ”almost there.”[/b] he said outloud but his words were more meant for him while he started to head down the sideroads and checking in the mirror to make sure that the cars were following. he watched the safe house slowly begin to appear, growing bigger and bigger with each second that passed until he skidded the car to a stop and looked over to danika, ”get out.”[/b] he muttered, opening the car door and stepping out, ”go to the back room and wait there.”[/b], barking instructions once more. pulling the handgun out that was usually on his persons at all time, he moved over to the trunk and slowly began to open it, shoving the gun into aaron’s face rather quickly, ”you are going to come quietly, or I’ll shoot your girlfriend in the middle of her pretty little forehead.”[/b] he muttered, grabbing onto aaron’s arm to help him out of the car but letting him go a second later and laying a foot into his back, hoping to knock the male to the ground. he stepped aside, keeping his gun trained on the male as two men grabbed aaron by the arms and began to pull him up to a standing position, ”bring him in.”[/b], following them closely, his gun ever so trained on aaron and wishing that he could pull the trigger. but tristan had to have patience, he had to be calm and followed with silence, curious to see if danika was able to do this, and if she didn’t—he would make her.[/div][/center] |
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Post by ROCHELLE SKYULAR on Aug 1, 2012 18:39:50 GMT -5
. give me pain, they'll say to me, there goes a fighter DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 467, w/spandex shorts , she's going to kick ass >_> being the strong woman that rochelle was, she was soon coming around after the little chloroform was giving to her. she let out a low moan as she suddenly felt her wrists being bound together and her legs following. her head was actually hurting and her body ached and she was unsure of where she was, her mouth opened to take in a little breath and her blue eyes slowly began to show as her eyes opened to see the face of the unfamiliar male. ”..what..the..” [/b], her tone was still cold and full of bite but she was more concerned about the whereabouts of aaron at the moment. he was hers to protect, she was meant to watch over him and was taken down by the male before her. with eyes narrowed, she suddenly kicked out to let him know that she was in fact awake and her body was ready to knock his to the ground—if she wasn’t being tied up. rochelle had never been in a situation like this and yet, she remained calm with her eyes just following the males before she heard the sound of tape ripping. ”no no..do..”[/b] but the piece of tape was placed over her lips and smoothed over by his hand. she let out a huff, a glare and kicked at the side of the trunk. she should have suspected this and been more prepared, less off guard and more aware of everything that was happening around them when they left the house. she had been too wrapped up in being the girlfriend and not being the bodyguard. the force of her kicks caused the trunk to shake and she wiggled everything from her wrists to her ankles to try and get lose. the knots were tough and the coarse material of the rope was digging into her skin but she continued to try and wiggle something out. she began to lick at the sides of the tape, rubbing her face onto the floor of the dirty trunk and began to work the glue off her cheek, she finally got the tape off and began to mutter under her breath. she wanted to remain somewhat quiet and the only sound was her thumping as she lifted her legs up to kick at the roof of the trunk. the trip felt longer than it actually was as she continued to kick at the roof of the car. it was only when she felt the car move to a stop did she start to use her voice, hoping that they were at a stoplight and not at their destination. ”HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!”[/b]. her german accent was thicker as she shouted, continuing to kick the roof of the trunk at the same time as just a plea to get somebody’s attention.. [/div][/center] |
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Post by braden on Aug 6, 2012 10:43:36 GMT -5
Sometimes, Braden found it absolutely impossible to keep calm in situations, and certain triggers riled him up, bringing out a beast in him that not so many people saw. He had cut the engine off just in time to hear the blonde girl's attempts at attracting attention to herself and calling for help, and he couldn't help but let out a woosh of laughter as he got out of the driver's side of the car. He slammed the door shut and lingered by the trunk for a few moments, grabbing for the large blade he kept tucked away. With his blade in hand, he opened the trunk and snorted. ”for someone who's supposed to be smart..” he hesitated, looking down at the fine workmanship put into the metal blade. He then looked over to her face, and dug the dagger several inches away from the left side of her face, surely putting a hole into the apohlstry in the bottom of the trunk. ”you're really stupid.” he finished, walking back over to the driver's side of the car, reaching into the window, and grabbing the duct tape, plus some little fabric to blindfold her with. When he came back over to her, he wasted no time in covering that big mouth of hers with the tape. Next, he covered her eyes with the fabric and tied it tightly around her head, triple checking that she wouldn't be able to get it off like she had the duct tape. He paused a moment before hauling her out of the trunk, not trusting her enough to free her ankles to allow her to walk. ”next time you speak when not spoken to, i'm gonna have to find something else to stuff in that mouth of yours to shut you up.” he snarled, hazel eyes looking over at Aaron, who was being escorted with two men and Tristan hot and heavy behind them. Braden trailed them at a quick pace, obviously anxious to get this show on the road. He wasn't the only one that didn't like moles in their company, just the method of exterminating said rodents varied among the members of the crew. He looked down at Rochelle, a smile toying with his lips. ”Boss says I can't hurt you yet,” he mumbled, stopping for a moment so that he could throw her over his shoulder instead of carrying her in his arms. He cleared his throat and looked around for a moment before, once again, following Tristan into the back of the safe house.
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Post by aaron on Aug 10, 2012 20:34:38 GMT -5
This was a nightmare. He knew that this was exactly the kind of thing that Rochelle had been hired to stop. He knew damned well that she was going to take this all as a personal failure on her part, but at the heart of the matter... there wasn't a whole lot that one person could have done to stop this and prevent this from all happening. They were out numbered by a lot and even if they would have realized the trap long before it happened, they'd either run them down or catch them unawares some other time.
It was strange... when you were faced with something like this, adrenaline started pumping through your body and it could make you do the craziest things given the circumstances. Perhaps Aaron shouldn't have been smiling but, at the moment, it was all he could do. His hands were bound and he definitely wasn't being treated terribly nicely at the moment. He could have fought, but one of the things he had learned a long time ago was that no wager was worth getting your ass kicked. In this case... no wager was worth the potential of getting himself or Rochelle killed at the moment. And it still very well might happen, but there was no way in hell that he was going to make this easy for these sons of a bitches. First, he needed to find out what they wanted. If they would have wanted him dead, he would have been dead already, or damned close to dead anyhow.
And so, for his efforts, he was punched square in the face. It wasn't as if he hadn't been hit before like that in the past. Lord knew he had been. But it didn't stop the fact that it fucking hurt and made his head snap back with a force that he was almost certain gave him whiplash. For a moment, all Aaron could do was turn his head to the side and spit out a wad of blood and... Oh shit... was that actually a tooth too? Fuck. He glanced up at the man who had hit him. He knew that he was looking at the circus freakshow ringleader right here. The look he gave him was dark as fuck. He wanted blood now just as much as the ringleader apparently did.
He was in the trunk. In the god damned trunk and he was making a valiant effort at attempting to get loose, but he was pretty sure all he was doing was twisting his arms from their sockets in the process. Didn't most cars have a failsafe for this shit? But he was willing to bet that any sort of mechanism like that had long ago been ripped out by these sons of a bitches. They reeked of the kind of men that did this kind of thing for kicks. Which meant, at the moment, he was well and truly screwed. But he needed to get his head screwed on. He needed to figure out how to survive this and, eventually, get free. He could and would do it. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that he'd do whatever it took to make sure that Rochelle got away from this alive.
And then the trunk was open and there was a gun in his face. What the shit was this? "You're the boss." He slurred through his cut up lips. And then he was half-hauled and half-thrown from the trunk, landing on his hands and knees on the ground when a booted foot caught him in the back. He grunted, but he didn't otherwise say a damned thing. He wasn't going to do anything to put Rochelle at more risk than she was likely already bringing herself. He was brought, none-too-gently, inside a building. What the hell was going to happen to him next was beyond him...
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Post by danika on Aug 10, 2012 20:46:22 GMT -5
Danika's mind was going a million miles an hour. She was both excited to be able to prove herself to Tristan and terrified of what would happen if she just couldn't bring herself to do whatever it was that he wanted her to do. But she was getting a pretty good idea of what this test would wind up entailing for her. The two people they'd just kidnapped were pretty good indication of it all, really. She had a feeling that whatever she was about to do was still going to make her sick once she managed a few moments of privacy with herself. But she had to wonder if this would finally be what pushed her right over the edge and made her the same kind of animal that Tristan was. It was a possibility and yet, that thought didn't bother her. At least she wouldn't feel guilt or remorse. At least she wouldn't make herself sick or give herself nightmares.
She turned her head and looked at him a moment when he gave that biting tone. Perhaps she had almost pushed him a little too far there. So she crossed her legs so that they angled in his direction and leaned in a little closer to him, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage. She was making an attempt at appeasing him and she knew, the moment that she saw that near crazed light in his eyes that he seemed to get when he saw something he wanted, that she would be treading on thicker ice. "If it would make you happier, I could find something else once we get there?" She asked him, reverting to a more submissive tone for the time being. There was no taunt or challenge in her voice at the moment. Pure adoration.
And then they had pulled up. His directions were very abrupt, but very clear. She was told to get out of the car and go wait in the back room. Danika spun on her heel and quickly went to comply. She paused a moment once she entered the room and took a moment to look around. There were a few things laid out that she didn't even want to contemplate just then. She needed to keep her mind blank and focus on whatever orders came her way when Tristan walked in the room. She would obey him. She would do everything that he asked if for no other reason than to ensure that she never felt helpless or weak again. She wasn't helpless or weak. She was a survivor and she was damned well going to prove that.
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Post by TRISTAN STONE on Aug 16, 2012 13:21:58 GMT -5
. and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread DANIKA/BRENDON/ROCHELLE/AARON , 426, OH SO CASUAL , he's so..fdafd he watched danika’s small little form disappear and he did so with a lick to his lips, wanting to savor the leather that was plastered to her skin but he had to keep his mind out of that place for now because that would surely come later with a snap of his fingers and her clothes would be gone. he had to admit that he was shocked to see her so obedient but he was not complaining because that meant less training, less time to actually break her because danika appeared to have been shattered. he whipped his head around to the male whose lip was cut and that was just going to the best of his injuries as a whole bag of fun toys were about to be put to use. his eyes narrowed but his eye browed raised while a smirk slowly came to his lips, ”damn right that I am. and you messed with the wrong one. drag him in.” [/b] he barked the orders to the two males that were holding aaron by the arms but the insurance piece that was his lover was sure to keep him from running away. he played with the edge of the switchblade that had been used to cut the ropes before eyeing aaron’s own retreating form before turning to braden, ”tie her down, lock her up, just keep her out of that room unless I say.”[/b]. the switchblade closed, and retreated back into his back pocket as he moved into the warehouse and marched through the rooms until finding the correct one. concrete walls surrounded them resembling a room where a prisoner of war would be kept, ”dani baby.”[/b] he muttered, walking closer to her and taking fist full of hair, yanking her head back. ”you ready?”[/b] he asked, his eyes being the only thing that moved as he watched aaron get tied down to the chair with a large amount of rope. ”I want answers from him, if I don’t get it verbally…then I will get it with physical pain which is where you come in pet.”[/b] he said, releasing her hair but he grabbed her wrist, giving it a squeeze before slipping the blade into her palm, blade open. he did not care if he cut her, he just wanted her to know the power that a switchblade had, ”if you turn this onto me dani, I’ll end your life.”[/b] he all but growled out, making his point known as he pressed the actual blade into her skin before stepping back and turning to aaron, ”so pretty boy, dumbass…aaron brockman, I have some questions to ask you and well, I didn’t know your phone number so here we are.”[/b] he spoke, circling the chair that the male was tied to.[/div][/center] |
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ROCHELLE SKYULAR
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Post by ROCHELLE SKYULAR on Aug 16, 2012 13:33:17 GMT -5
. give me pain, they'll say to me, there goes a fighter by the feel of the car stopping, rochelle knew that everything she had been doing to get attention was in vain. if she had been awake when she had been shoved into the trunk, the female would have kicked the backlight out but now, she was screwed. her tied legs were still kicking at the trunk hood even as she heard the sound of the driver’s side door opening and all but rolled her eyes until the light suddenly reappeared and she felt fresh air hit her lungs. it stung for a moment before her body became accustomed to the natural pine scent that surrounded them instead of the stale air that had been surrounding her on the drive home, her eyes narrowed as she heard him, eyeing the blade with little interest but quickly turning her head as it was launched near her face. ”I’m not the stupid one in this entire situation, I can tell you that much.” [/b] she hissed out, but she felt stupid. she let out another plea for help before he returned into her line of vision and she eyed the ducttape with distaste, turning her head to try and avoid it from silencing her but there was only so much space in the trunk and the male was successful in silencing her. her protests were muffled to avoid the blindfold but she failed and soon the world went dark too. it was one thing to have her legs tied and not to be able to talk but to lose her line of vision, now rochelle was starting to panic and it showed with her chest rising and falling at a more rapid speed. she had to calm herself down though and even though she was now being man handled once again and she let her dislike for it be known as she kicked at him with her tied legs. her eyes rolled beneath the blindfold and she let out a huff at his threat but she knew to be a little more than cautious now as they were in unfamiliar territory. this was their domain and losing three out of her five senses was not a good thing for rochelle but she could manage, she listened to the voices and let out a loud growl when she heard tristan’s voice bark orders at him. she wondered if a mind game would work better to get out of braden’s hold and into the room with aaron, if she could just get her hands untied, braden would have a whirlwind coming in his direction. she wiggled a little while trying to test the bonds but found that they were tighter than she had originally thought, it seemed that this was going to be a tricky situation. [/div][/center] |
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