come back and haunt me , benjamin

[EMILEE TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #2D2D2D solid, bTable] LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]the thought of sleeping longer seemed more than plausible for the twenty three year as she rolled onto her side, away from her alarm clock and started to close her eyes once more. she was on the cusp of sleep, feeling it taking over as a weight on her eyelids before the dinging went off and both eyes opened, widening and then narrowing as she turned to glare at the alarm clock from over her shoulder. it went eleven since her late night hours that came sardonically at her when her two schedules collided but she was pulling the covers off her body and exposing her toasty skin to the autumn air of her apartment. she sighed softly, rushing a hand through her hair and grabbing what she presumed to be a towel from off the hook but with her eyes only half opened and bits of sleep nestled in the corner of her eyes—it was hard to tell. stepping three feet and entering the bathroom of her small one bedroom apartment, her eyes slowly opened as she took a deep breath before flicking on the light and allowed it to sting her eyelids before her eyes adjusted to the new found environment change. with a yawn, the water was turned on and her night gown was slipped off as she stepped into the scolding hot water and let it wash over her once frigid skin. twenty minutes later, washed and pampered, and now fully awake, she emerged from the bathroom with a cloud of steam following after her. ”to do list..”

[/b] she muttered, searching through her drawers to find anything that would make an appropriate outfit for the autumn day. it was warm but had a crispy chill, and she would know this due to the news that was turned on for a split second before the television was flicked off and the hunt was back again. she knew that she had to something and as her eyes flitted over the area of her small apartment, tightening the towel around her body as though someone was watching, she noticed the white envelope sitting on her counter. “don’t forget” was written on a yellow post it inscribed by her friend as her handwriting did not have that many loops in the penmanship. giving a nod and then a shrug, she slipped the post it off the paper and tossed it into the trash, ”thank you becky.”[/b] she said while making her way back toward the dresser and finally throwing an outfit together that would make her sister proud, complete with heels which was bravery in her eyes seeing as how she was rather uncoordinated.

she proved that attribute as she was walking out the door with envelope in hand and tripped, grabbing onto the nearest object, the door frame, to catch her. sighing, she glanced down at her shoes and contemplated opting out of wearing them but the motion stuck as she regained her balance and shut the door behind her. having the choice between a bus and walking the three blocks, she braved the wind chill with her legs being exposed to the elements and finally entered the bank. standing in line for only a few seconds before she approached the teller with envelope in hand, giving a sheepish smile as the amount was asked and she was clueless. ”should have probably opened it first. sorry..”[/b], not liking the idea of wasting the teller’s time and her own. a small papercut later and the envelope was handed over only to be recorded as a good sum of money but the word thirteen stuck out and she grabbed the check from the woman’s hand, apologizing but reading over the balance. a gut feeling kicked in when the sound of the door behind busted open caught her attention and she whipped her head around to face the five armed men, clad in all black and pointing guns at anyone that dared to give them a look—including herself. turning back to stare at the teller who had went into ducking mood, along with anyone else, she felt her breath sucked in as the barrel of a rifle was pushed into her side, you have a hearing problem? asked the male but she just timidly shook her head no. she made the mistake of turning to look at the owner of the rifle, his piercing green eyes burrowing into hers and she gave a whimper, slowly lowering herself to the ground. she noticed that people were using anything to keep themselves hidden but she was already exposed, out in the open and known about as her mind had been elsewhere when the men barged in. orders were being barked to all five of the men and she guessed no woman was in the bunch, unlike the movies. this was the exact reason that action movies were not on her list, they deceived and lied. her feet were used as a propeller, slowly sliding herself away from the five men and putting herself closer to the civilians, her paycheck resting on the floor. I think you do have a problem because I said STAY STILL!”, and her actions ceased, and for a moment, so did her breathing.

she moved her hair, careful about the sharp movements that could be made and trigger the anger of whoever was the one that continued to shout at her. she felt like a child in trouble, her legs now tucked under her, the edge of the teller counter over her head as she rested her back into the wooden surface and let out a small whimper, trying to keep her sobs in. her eyebrow raised at the sound of sirens and she quickly turned her head to see a look of panic on the green eyed male, her gut telling her that this was not in the plans. shit! she heard, causing her to flinch and her movements to take notice as she was suddenly pulled up out of her hiding spot and pulled into the male’s chest. guys, grab someone! he yelled at the rest of his accomplices, ”w-what?”[/b] she said out loud, meaning to have kept the words in her head, ”you guys are going to be our ticket out of here..” he whispered in her ear, causing another whimper to be pulled out of her throat unwillingly. suddenly, she was pushed forward, having to catch herself on her heels and cursing under her breath as she went crashing to the floor at another’s feet, her eyes slowly trailing up his body to meet his gaze, ”that’s yours benji. move out boys!”, her eyes pleading with him to leave her on the floor and not force her as a tag along.[/div][/center]

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[BENJAMIN CASEY]

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i feel the rage and i just can't hold it

[/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]when benji woke up in the morning, the letter was there. just as always, sealed in a white envelope, slid underneath the door to his apartment. on the front of the envelope was a number to call, the paper inside would tell the details of the next job he was to pull off. he glanced at it, lying on the floor completely untouched, and then moved to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast, moving leisurely with no real hurry. it wasn't like his job was going anywhere. he was never given any jobs on a last minute basis, they always made sure that he had plenty of time to get the supplies he needed, ammunition, the proper 'equipment' in his weapons, that sort of thing. once his measly little breakfast of cereal was finished, though, the dishes washed in the sink and put away, he knelt down on the floor beside the paper, turning it over in his hands to quickly memorize the number etched on it in red ink before he tore it open, pulling out the paper within.

the words were typed officially, as always. calling him by name, giving the details of what he was to do. usually it was a simple hit. hide in the trees, one shot, get out. break into a house with a pistol, burn it down as you leave, that sort of thing. one person jobs that were easy to take care of, easy to cover your tracks with. no accomplices meant no backstabbing, which meant no danger. that had always been their policy, and therefore it was benji's policy as well. but this job... it was different. he had been loaned out, the letter explained, though not in that wording. his services were needed to help cover a group planning a robbery of a bank. they needed a good shot to make sure that their targets didn't get a bit too out of hand, and benji was about as good a shot as they came. his training had seen to that. it promised to be a fairly easy job. a quick in and out, and for some reason the 'business' of these people who needed benji's assistance was important to them, so with a sigh the hitman accepted that he'd need to work as a team this one time... as long as the others didn't screw it up.

four days later he met with the others at the pre-arranged spot. in his opinion a bank robbery was rather juvenile, but he wasn't allowed to judge when they were the ones paying money for his services. he noted, with a certain pleasure, the way they all eyed the weapon permanently attached to his palm, even when he was merely meeting them. if they needed his aide, that meant that none of them were particularily good with their own guns, which meant they certainly knew that benji could wipe them out before they had a chance to run three metres should he so desire... he'd be lying if he said that he didn't love that. the power given to him... they might be his employers, but he was truly the one in control.

masks hiding their appearances were placed over their heads, leaving little bit eyes showing to the outside world. benji followed the others into the bank, letting them have the illusion of control until they messed up or pissed him off at which time he would be more than happy to take care of any 'issue' that might come up. his gun was raised and ready, of course, pointing at anyone who looked like they might be trouble, and trouble in his eyes meant anyone who wasn't cowering with their nose pressed to the floor. the guy who seemed to be the leader targeted a girl near the front teller, but to tell the truth benji placed little attention on her. he couldn't waste his time on one timid, weak little girl when there might be people thinking of playing her, asking for a bullet to the chest elsewhere in the bank. he hung back near the door, where he could see everything that was going on, until the sirens split open the air and he saw the four robbers begin to panic.

internally, benji was pissed. what sort of newbie criminals could they be, that they'd attack a bank in such a way that an alarm being set off was possible? they hadn't gotten control of the situation quickly enough, a teller must have tripped an alarm, and in benji's eyes he had no part in that fault. he was merely the muscle. he didn't direct them, this was their heist, and he was just the unfortunate tag along that had been assigned to baby sit them. three of the four robbers were looking to the one that had been harassing the girl for direction, and it only took him a moment to act, grabbing the said girl, yelling at the rest of them to do the same. "what the fuck are you on?" benji hissed, but more to himself than the ringleader. hostages? hostages never worked out well, they were reason for the police to keep pursuing you long after you would normally be off scott free. kidnapping was not in benji's job description. he was the muscle, the shooter, and nothing more. he refused to grab anyone off of the ground, though there was a lovely young girl sitting only a few feet from him, clutching her mother's hand, that would have done quite nicely.

apparently the ringleader noticed his apprehension and decided to take action, chucking the girl he'd grabbed in benji's direction, sending her crashing to the ground at his feet. ”that’s yours benji. move out boys!” the hitman stared at the girl on the floor, then quickly switched his eyes to where the ringleader was moving away, fury glittering in his hazel eyes. was he an idiot or something? okay, so benji apparently had a hostage. fantastic. he... could deal with that if needed. but who the fuck used real names in a hostage situation? right in front of a girl with ears, who would hear his name, who would remember his name, who would report it to the police when she was free? in benji's opinion, knowing a kidnapper's name was like seeing their face. you couldn't walk away with that knowledge, ergo you couldn't walk away at all. the girl was now an issue that he'd have to take care of, and he'd really been hoping for a relaxing, easy job today with minimal bloodshed. fantastic. he blamed the ringleader.

the hitman turned his attention back to the girl, frustration with the ringleader clear in his eyes, with only a second or two having passed since she'd been shoved at him. she didn't want to go with him. of course not, why would she? but it wasn't her choice anymore. hell, it wasn't even his. in his opinion she now had to come with him, and odds were she wasn't going to make it back home. not that he had to let her know that... didn't want any more dramatics than already existed. "you picked the wrong day to do your banking, sweetie." there was nothing at all friendly about the pet name and his cool, almost mocking tone. he wasn't in the mood to wait for her to sit there, wait, plead and beg before he could take her away with him. nor was he in the mood to drag her along while she fought and protested, so a quick decision was made to show that he was in control and prevent the chances of her being trouble. his gun quickly lifted, aimed towards her face, but the shot that was fired narrowly missed her, hitting the ground behind and to the right of her head. "consider that your warning shot. don't expect another- i don't like to waste bullets." as he spoke he reached down, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet, pausing only long enough to make sure she had stable footing before he hurried along after the others, taking her with him.

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[EMILEE TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #2D2D2D solid, bTable] LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]she took count of the number of armed men that were surrounding herself and the other civilians that had the misfourune of being stuck in the bank with her. her nose was not pressed to the floor as instructed but she was as low to the ground as possible until she was given the okay to sit up. she had been staring at the floor though, watching the reflections of the five men in the marble bank floor. she noted their attire, the guns that were strapped to their arms as she saw that one appeared to be left handed, she noticed how many paces the leader was taking before turning around and walking in the other direction. there seemed to be one that remained stationary while the others were terrorizing those that did not appear to be listening or collecting the money from the back. she noticed when people began to disappear and when they returned with bloody noses and handmarks and emilee was now well aware of how little these men cared about hitting anyone—man, woman or child. the thought caused her to whimper, arching her back further and pressing herself further into the ground while still against the teller counter wall. she took cover under there, seated beside a young girl whose mother’s gaze was longing from only a few feet away. the little girl was on the verge of tears, and appeared to be too young to understand what the word silent even meant. putting a finger to her lips as the little girl made eye contact, emilee gave her a reassuring smile, pointing to her mother only a short distance away. the little girl began to crawl in the direction of her mother and emilee grabbed the girl by the legs, giving her a small tug and whispering in her ear, ”you got to stay still…it’s a game, okay?”

[/b] she asked, trying to get into the mindset of a child.

the game idea seemed to have done the trick and emilee nodded to the mother who expressed her gratitude with a thank you. time seemed to tick by slowly, and her fingers were beginning to itch to do something but it seemed that ring leader had another idea for her and she felt herself being pulled up, hitting her head on the counter and wincing. her eyes widened to the words and she shook her head in protest but her voice was caught in her throat and no actual verbal protest came until she was pushed forward and fell onto her knees, wincing and muttering a soft, ”ow..”[/b]. with her tresses splashed across her face, she gently moved the strands aside and had to swallow down the bile rising in her throat as her eyes met “benji’s” as the ring leader had addressed him by but emilee forced herself to forget that little detail, writing it off like a cancelled line in a script. she took note of the forms that were passing by her, being pushed forward and it was a random choosing as everyone from an elderly man to a young girl was passing by. her head whipped from side to side, catching the terrified looks that she was positive mirrored her own. ”please..”[/b] she whispered, shaking her head but slowly rising onto her shaky legs, having very little coordination to begin with and the heels doing nothing to appease her klutzy nature. she grabbed for the air as she tried to take a step back, catching her footing and shaking her head, ”…more like bad day to get paid..”[/b] she muttered back, hoping her smart aleck comment went unnoticed as her eyes widened, sucking in her bottom lip to chew as to keep her comments to herself. it was the truth and the thought of her paycheck being somewhere in the mess of papers that the men had made while searching for codes was a panicking feeling as that was her rent, and money for the little things in her life such as a luxury manicure and even her food supply for the week. she wished that she could jump over the counter and retrieve the paper but with a glance over her shoulder, she took note of the mess and figured it was lost forever. besides, she needed her life more than the money—she did have a production in a few weeks. the thought was not helping her nerves as stage fright was the first thing that came to mind for her when she was forced onto the stage but it was quick to be diminished with the reciting of her lines, recalling the details that she had to remember but this was not something she wanted to remember, she tried not to look at so many details in fear that they would be her downfall.

her thoughts were cut off to the sound of a gunshot which caused a yelp and her body to react in both a jump and then then a fit of tremors to rush through her body. her hands checked her vital organs, feeling her arms and her stomach, her chest and found that she was not bleeding but with a glance down to the floor, there was a bullet hole that slashed through the marble and it caused her eyes to widen. she had never been shot at, let alone actually seen a gun and she had just had one pointed in her direction and fired? her mouth opened, her lips dry but it seemed that no amount of licking would replenish the once plump look that she had when she had first entered the bank. her day was obviously not going as expected but she shook her head to his words, ”..that really..really won’t..be …needed…again..”[/b], hyperventilating with each word. emilee finally noticed that she was back on the ground, her fingers running over the bullet hole that was put into the floor and noting that it must have occurred after her body jumped to the sound of the gun. her eyes had been on the floor and trying to avoid eye contact for once in her life, not wanting to note any details that would most likely be locked away into repressed memories among other things. she winced to the grip on her arm, instinct taking over and giving it a tug to get his hand to release her appendage but it seemed futile and therefore, after two tugs, emilee was risen to her feet before him. ”..where…are..”[/b] but her words were caught off as she had start focusing on her coordination in heels, raising an eyebrow as she was lead through the blank and ignoring the sympathetic looks that everyone was giving her, as though this was her last living moment. for some strange reason, it did not feel as though this was the end of her life but she knew that fighting would be the end of it for her and so, emilee put up no resistance.

her eyes fell onto the van that was parked in the alleyway that was beside the bank, and she began to note things once more as her eyes flitted around the surroundings. ”oh you got a good one..” she heard, feeling her wavy locks being picked at and she flinched away from the touch, whimpering to the continual touching. she reached up for his hand but it was slapped away and then her sight was gone just like that as the ring leader walked by her, a smirk on his face. emilee raised an eyebrow, seeing only three of the five hostages—herself, a little girl and a middle aged woman and she could not help but wonder what happened to the other two, but at the same time, she did not want her mind to wonder to that morbid of a place. close your eyes.. the ring leader hissed in her ear and she complied, the last thing that she saw was the eyes of the silent sniper before everything went black with a thick black fabric that blocked her vision. she felt her arms being tugged behind her and a ghost of a bewildered look came upon her as she shook her head repeatedly, her body tensing and her feet kicking out at the thought being restrained in anyway. ”don’t! please! i won’t…I won’t touch the mask….blindfold……please…don’t tie my hands…please!”[/b], her desperate voice growing louder as her eyes glazed over, soaking the fabric of the cloth that encircled her head.

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[BENJAMIN CASEY]

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i feel the rage and i just can't hold it

[/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]benji had an extremely analytical mind. it was necessary when you did what he did. any little hesitation, any little slip up or confusion. could cost lives or freedom, namely his life or freedom. it was hard, doing what he did and not being caught, living a normal life to the outside world while behind the mask of pleasantries he was a very, very different man, and it would be impossible for him to wake a free, live man each day if he hesitated and became confused, or didn’t notice a body guard pulling out a gun, or the subtle eye communication between two targets trying to figure a way out of their situation. as it was, he was focused on the men and women in the bank, staring in terror at he and the others as they took their hostages. his gunshot had not only startled the unfortunate girl who’d been shoved towards him, it had induced screams from many of the women in the room, frightened shouts from the men, and the small girl that benji had noticed earlier promptly burst into tears, cowering to her mother who tried to console her the best the near-hysterical woman could being as on edge as she was. the grating sound of the child’s cries rubbed on the hit man’s nerves, making him clench his jaw in frustration and shoot a furious glare through the ski mask at the mother, who seemed to sense his annoyances and gathered herself enough to pull the child into herself, murmuring soft hushes that benji prayed the child would listen to. he wasn’t too fond of killing kids.

it took a moment, but eventually the tension in his arm caused by dragging her after him as he bolted after the other robbers faded as the girl finally found her footing. took her long enough. ”..where…are..” ”shut up, sweetheart. i’m not in the mood to answer questions,” he growled behind him, though she hadn’t finished her phrase. he turned to the other cowering fools in the bank as he ran, locking eyes with one of them as he made a general statement to them all: "count to a hundred. slowly. anyone moves before then, you all die." his accent was thick, but after years of living in America it had developed enough that he thought most americans should be able to easily understand him even in rushed situations… if they didn’t, they’d understand a gun. effective. no confusion, hesitation, or questioning. the best universal language there was, in benji’s opinion.

the unfortunate thing of being little more than a hired hand was not knowing what sort of imbeciles you would be stuck working for. you couldn't pick and choose your employers, or decide what you wanted to do based on your own personal preferences. you were given a location. you went there. you dealt with whatever idiots you were forced to interact with, got the job done, and went home. most often benji went on solo missions, simple sniper or handgun stuff throughout the united states, and he knew from experience that group jobs weren't any fun. only a handful of group missions had told him that well. other people complicated things. complications meant extra unnecessary effort. extra, unnecessary effort meant that jobs took longer, and benji was the sort of guy who liked to get things done as quickly as possible so that he could move on to the next one.

the side door was easily accessed, pushed through by benji last of the rest of the robbers, of course. he wasn't really one of them, so they would probably be glad to leave them behind if they could. oh you got a good one.. his eyes narrowed at the voice's owner, but he stood still, only gripping the girl's arm as his coworker decided to get all touchy feely. no, benji didn't approve, but considering he still doubted the girl's future life expectancy, so he wasn't going to piss off the robber just to save her a bit of humiliation. when the guy decided to get somewhat violent, though, slapping her hand away, benji decided to tug her into the van, moving aside as the ringleader moved forward with a blindfold. letting him look after the girl for a moment, benji moved to grab some rope from the bottom of the van, moving behind her to grip her wrists, and that was when the timid little girl decided to act out. wonderful. ”don’t! please! i won’t…i won’t touch the mask….blindfold……please…don’t tie my hands…please!” an exasperated groan fell from the hit man's lips as he wrenched her arm behind her back, intending on causing pain, but not breaking it... yet. he just needed for her to shut up. "i am not in the mood for your hysterics," he warned in a low growl, right beside her ear as he continued tying her hands tightly.. "so why don't you shut up and show how good a girl you can be, hm? maybe then you'll get out of this alive." maybe being the key word.

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[EMILEE TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #2D2D2D solid, bTable] LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]she was a stuttering, fumbling mess while trying to control her flood control from her eyes but it was not doing much. she had no idea that going to put a paycheck into her bank account, the whereabouts of the check unknown, would wind up with her being a hostage to a psychotic male who had a killer’s look in his eyes. he seemed colder than the rest, solid and silent while the other males were fumbling to even get a hold of their hostages, shouting threats while this male had put a bullet into the floor. it was just her luck to get the toughest of them and she stumbled to her feet when her arm was pulled—”you don’t have to do this..”

[/b] she whispered, hoping that her words went unheard in fear that the retaliation would be a hole in her forehead. it would appear that the male had no choice from the way that he was glancing at the leader with a watchful eye. he was following orders but he did not understand why it was her that was chosen by the leader, her skin crawled when he casted her a glance from across the room and she turned back to her own captor as he stepped closer to her, spitting words out in a harsh tone but emilee had put her thoughts, her mind and mental body into a bubble and she tried to drown out everything in an attempt to keep herself calm. his glare was set but it was looking over her shoulder and emilee turned her head, the hair falling into her face and sticking to her tear stained cheeks as she saw the look of the child that she had tried to calm only moments before. her eyes narrowed and she turned to look back at benji, her eyes falling to the gun as she shook her head to him, silently begging him to leave the little one alone and continue on with the leader’s plan.

her feet were moving due to the tug that he had given her arm, sure that the tight hold was going to cause a good sized bruise as she could feel his fingers digging into her skin through the fabric of her buttoned down shirt. she flinched to the tone, hating the idea of a pet name but staying silent as she followed along, stumbling due to the height of the foolish heels that she had decided to adorn for the day. the shoes were a distraction from her racing heart, trying to keep her footing while being tugged behind the male with a strong force. her feet staggered, the sound of her heels scraped against the ground every so often as she tried to keep up with him, not wanting to be dragged but think of it was a willing role for her to play as she had rather it be her than someone else such as elderly woman or a child. pushed out the door, she stumbled into the arms of another who began to play with her tresses, wrapping it around his finger and tugging her head back to look into his eyes, ”you’re a keeper.”[/i] he whispered, inhaling the scent of her organic shampoo causing her to shudder and to yank her head away which resulted in a tighter hold and a harsh threat whispered in her ear. she complied to his wishes, closing her eyes so that the fabric could be wrapped around her head and cut off her line of sight. let’s load them up..”[/i] spoke the leader, releasing emilee and having her stumble into benji with an a gasp parting from her lips. being denied the right to see was not the worst thing in the world to her, she would be content to sit with her hands in her lap as long as their hands were kept to themselves but she felt her arms tugged behind her and her eyes widened behind the fabric, hidden from view but still a noticeable panicked look came over her delicate features.

she shook her head as she felt her backside collide with the solid floor of the van, feeling the small bumps of the floor grinding into her back as she kicked out, not having any idea of what her foot was colliding with. orders were being barked about how to subdue her, calm her but she winced to the sudden union of her wrists being wrapped in a course rope that scratched against her skin as she rubbed them back and forth with hope that the friction would rip the material in two. unsuccessful and panicked, she used her feet to launch an attack, blindly kicking and not having any consideration to the attire that she was wearing. one ankle was grabbed and she could hear the muffled voices of the three other captives, whining in protest to the sound of a struggle occurring but blindfolded as well and unsure of what was happening around them. emilee had always been one for dramatics but this was to an extreme as she hated the idea of being tied down and restrained. the girl was an artist in her acting and she had to have fluid motion. she growled to the voice in her ear, surrendering to the instinct to knock her head back, hoping to collide skull with nose. ”you really don’t have to…I’ll be good, I will..”[/b] though her actions were doing little to attest to her unfulfilling promise. a hand was wrapped around her mouth instantly, the fingers digging into her cheeks and causing her jaw to be forced open against the skin of his hand but she was unable to bite down or she would have. ”keep the pretty mouth shut or I’ll find something to stuff it with..” and his words were humored with a small chuckle from one of the members who was sitting among his own hostage. she nodded regardless of the tight hold, whimpering behind the hand and backing herself into the form of her captor as he seemed like the less likely to touch her. she shook her head but the hand did not slack from her mouth, feeling another hand resting on her thigh, giving it a threatening squeeze and caused yet another whining plea. benji’s voice flooded into her ear and she nodded once more, agreeing that she would a good girl but her legs kicked out once more, hoping for a direct hit. her heels were a weapon at this moment and until her legs were pulled together, which a male was in the process of doing, she was going to let them fly. it took only moments for both of her ankles to be grabbed, her mouth to be released and for her body to be pulled flush against the floor, her head shook trying to shake off the blindfold and her eyes had soaked the fabric of the blindfold as she struggled to keep her legs untied, but eventually, it was futile as she was pushed against the side of the van with both wrists and ankles bound together.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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