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Post by kaitlyn2 on Oct 30, 2012 18:43:10 GMT -5
It's been a week now since Phoebe last seen the light of day. She had been kidnapped all of a week now. She wondered if anyone's even noticed that she was gone, or if anyone's missed her. Surly her cousin must have missed her or noticed something was up when she never called her like she said she was going to. But then again, everyone must have had other things on their minds because last she heard from upstairs, there was some sort of hurricane outside from the bits and pieces that she could hear from the basement it had sounded bad. That made her think about if she were to escape, how would she go about it because there was a natural disaster going on outside. She hoped that no water would manage it get in down here, other wise she would be beaten, sore and soaked. That would be the cherry on top of her week. The girl was already damaged now as it is thanks to January.
Oh if only she could have her phone, she would tell someone where she was...Wait a minute. Phoebe looked over in the corner of her room where her old and ripped clothes lay. She remembered that she had her phone in her apron that night, and that was also laying in the corner. Phoebe, already drained of energy and sore to the extreme, managed to stand up and she walked over to the corner, tugging at the over sized shirt that she was given to wear. He couldn't have given her pants too? Of course not this guy was about as sick and sinister as they come.
Once she reached her things in the corner, she shuffled around her apron and she found her phone, right where she left it. Phoebe was laughing inside because she was happy that through everything she's been put through so far that now there was some hope for her. She looked over toward the stairs, unaware if January was home or not. She had to be quick if she was going to get any sort of help. She had tried the towns chat since usually there are emergency people on there. But of course, she got dealt shitty luck and then got off of it to try for the police. "Pick up, pick up" She said out loud to herself as she heard the phone ring twice. And then there was a voice on the other end. "Please help! I-I don't know where I am." She said as then the person started to respond, "Uh, J-January.That's all I know." She said to the person on the other end. But she heard some noise upstairs, 'shit'.
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Post by january on Nov 1, 2012 19:04:23 GMT -5
[/style][style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #2E0854;]The rain had started to come down hard outside. Like a silly little boy, he sat by the window, peering out the glass into the abandoned streets, watching as the wind picked up and things like news papers and garbage cans flew by. He had heard the news reports on the radio of the hurricane lying up the east coast. He had no idea what it really meant, nor did he really care. Bring it on. Natural disasters, whatever. He could handle it. Moving away from the window, January started for the basement. He might as well stay down there until the whole hurricane thing was over. He would stay with his little kidnapee, Phoebe and play with his toy until the storm was over. He would made her bleed, scream, and writhe in pain while he tortured and raped her and made her his. He loved to own people. It made him feel alive and in control, and Jan loved to be in control.
Reaching the top of the stair that lead down to the basement, January furrowed his brow. Were his ears diseaving him? Was he really hearing her talk to someone, about him? Licking his lips, he raced down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, spotting her across the room from where he had placed her. He growled to himself and approached her slowly, cocking his head to the side. "And who were you talking to, sweetheart?" He asked in a calm voice. He was curious to know. It couldn't have been herself, she sounded too nervous. When he got to her, he knelt down and held his hand out for the phone. "Now give it here, and I won't hurt you again... Much." He smirked. Oh the things he would do to her now, they were unimaginable. [style=width: 430px; height: 20px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; ] notes:[/b] Well it's not so bad. [/center]
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