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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 18, 2009 15:21:44 GMT -5
You do NOT want to here. Leave while you can...
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Post by Mittens on Oct 18, 2009 15:38:31 GMT -5
Mittens walked slowly along the street, it had been a long day and she was ready to pass out. Her shoulders slumped down to her waist, as she continued to walk towards the lodging house. Mittens sighed, and shook her head, the lodging house was still pretty fare away.... Maybe I should take a little rest... Mittens turned to an alley way and sat down, leaning her head against the hard brick wall. As she was just closing her eyes, a drunk shot out of the alley, throwing his beer behind him, hitting her in the chest, "OOF!" the beer bottle was still full when the blasted drunk tossed the bottle so now she was tired, lazy, and now soaked, "Shit..." She muttered.
Luckily, she had the tanktop she used for swiming in her back pocket. She felt it over, it was still a little damp but it was dryer then her shirt now. Not bothering to see if any one was looking, (Because she really didn't care) she started to unbutton her shirt, when she heard a loud CLANK. In the back of the dark alley, she hadn't realized how dark the alley really was until now. "Who's there?" Mittens stood still, waiting for a response. When none came she continued to peal off her shirt....
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Post by Killer on Oct 18, 2009 17:28:16 GMT -5
Killer stepped out from the shadows. "Well, what do we have here?" He sneered, coming towards her. "Already doin' my job for me?" He tugged at her shirt, pulling it off completely. He wrapped his strong hand around her wrist and slammed her against the alley way, his hand slapping near her head. His black mask revealed only his eyes, which were dark and narrowed and cold. He smirked and wrapped the hand that wasn't holding her wrist around her neck. He slammed her head off the wall for good measure. To make sure she was dizzy-making his job easier. He hated it when they fought back.
"Now, let's see how good you really are." He tugged her into the shadows, slamming her against the far wall. "First... I need to get you out of here." He raised his fist, readying to punch her until she became unconcious. "Or do you want the blindfold first?" He hissed in her ear, smirking at her in the darkness. If she made a sound... Well, he could feel his knife in his back pocket. Even though The Boss had told him not to kill anyone, he could make an exception. Especially for her.
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Post by Mittens on Oct 19, 2009 21:59:16 GMT -5
"How 'bout you go ta' hell first..." Mittens muttered, spitting out blood, her world was spinning, struggling to get away she could hear some kind of.... vehicle pull up outside the alley. The man that was pushing her against the wall violently strapped a blindfold over her eyes. Dragging her to wherever the sound came from. "What do you want!?!?" Mittens asked furious.
But she already knew. Ever since the first thing he said to her, "Already doin' my job for me?". She shuddered, creep.
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Post by Killer on Nov 2, 2009 17:39:43 GMT -5
Killer sneered. "Now, now. That is not a word that should come from a lady's mouth." He said calmly, tying her hands with a rough rope. "Don't struggle so, you'll hurt yourself. Or, you'll make me do it for you." He flipped his blade out and dragged her down the alley. "Quick now boys, before the blues notice."
"Eh, we paid 'em off." A large man said, hauling Mittens into the wagon. He flipped down the covers and looked her over. "She's a keeper, eh?" He asked.
"Yeah, the rookie nows how ta do it." A thinner man with two teeth said, chuckling. Killer snapped his fingers.
"Let's move. Now!" He slapped the horse and handed the reins to the thin man. "You know where to go."
"To the tunnels?"
"Silence! Only her eyes are covered, fool! Now, shut up before I cut your tongue off!" Killer swore at him and bent down to Mittens. "You'll forget anything he says, right young lady?" He hissed at her menacingly. "Or... I'll just have to cut your ears off." His cool blade touched her ear.
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Post by Mittens on Nov 22, 2009 17:52:58 GMT -5
Mittens' breath was loud and hot, "Look... I'll do what you want... I won't... I won't fight back..." she said between breaths. When there was a long pause of silence, she could tell that her captor was surprised. Well, what did she expect? It's not like this happens to him every day. It's unlikely that any criminal would deal with this everyday, it's kind of like giving him the money, but in a different type of way... Most any girl would run, but Mittens was different, she liked him. There was just something about him... Something that intrigued her, wanting more. Hell, god knows she has nothing to lose.
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Post by Killer on Nov 27, 2009 13:01:45 GMT -5
Killer smirked. "Won't fight back, now?" He asked, sneering and taking on a fake British accent. "Hear that gents, she won't fight back... Even when we slit her throat..." He chuckled, as did others. The skinny one licked his lips. "No. She's mine." Killer said, pushing him away. "Remember? Those who capture them get them."
Killer brushed his finger across her cheek, down her throat. He narrowed his eyes. "Well sweetheart, what do ya say? Wanna have a go?" He laughed, breathing into her ear.
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Post by Mittens on Nov 27, 2009 19:20:30 GMT -5
Mittens paused, then a wide smirk came across her face. "Well these pants aren't just gonna take themselves off now are they?" She said, with a hint of sarchasm. Okay, maybe I have lost it, she thought, but it beats dieing. Then there destination was reached and she smiled up at him, "Well?"
((Uh-oh Mittens is getting naughty..))
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