Broken (closed for Se7en_)

[darkangel76]

The sky was just beginning to darken, those orangey hues starting to streak the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon. Carissa glanced upward through the glass of her car's windshield, her tiny hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, and saw the first few twinkles of the stars overhead. They winked and danced as the haze of light of the streetlamps she passed by obscured most of their light. She didn't know why, but the sight of those stars made her smile. Perhaps it was all those times her dad took her out stargazing in the backyard, showing her the various constellations, pointing out the different stars, that did it. But whatever it was, the sight of them made her smile... brought her comfort.

Fall had definitely settled into the quiet neighborhood as Carissa drove along the roads she remembered all too well. Trees were littered with color—reds, oranges and yellows. It honestly seemed like ages since she'd driven them, yet there they were—the very same cracks in the pavement, the same trees bent and twisted in the same endearing manner along the curbs. It made her feel safe, happy, to see such familiar sights and knowing that in a matter of minutes she'd be in the comfort of her parents' home on a surprise visit. Yes, it made it all the better. Smiling, she could feel her heart begin to race with anticipation.

Oh how the Frey's would be both surprised and delighted to see their daughter after so many months! It had been so long. Too long.

Carissa had wanted to come home during the summer to visit like most people her age that went away to college. But finances were tight and she'd needed a summer job to help get her by in the meantime. But now she had Fall Break, a week of no classes and no work and thus the time to just spend it with her parents. She couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw her and realized that she drove the few hours just to spend this week off with them! She giggled at the thought, her hand moving to her mouth to stifle the sound.

Blue eyes glittering, a wave of excitement prickled along Carissa's skin when she made the turn onto Davis Drive. It wouldn't be long now... just a few more houses. She pushed at her dark hair and tucked it behind an ear as she glanced out her window, a broad smile playing on her lips as she passed by the familiar houses of her old block. She bit down on her lower lip just then, her thoughts swirling for a moment. It was a Friday evening and that meant her parents would be playing cards at the Stevens house. It had been a weekly ritual for several years. Deciding to take advantage, as she pulled up in front of her house she slowed slightly, but moved on and parked around the corner.

Carissa turned off the car, got out, stretched her jean-clad legs and sighed. The air was chilly, but pleasantly so. Still smiling, she reached into her car and grabbed her gray cardigan to cover her bare arms. Though she loved the colder weather, the night air was cool enough that her simple pink knit top wouldn't be enough. Rubbing at the goose bumps that had formed on her pale skin, she put on the sweater and giggled softly. She then looked at her trunk and wondered about her bag.

"No, later," Carissa said to herself, deciding she'd get her things later on. She then grabbed her purse and shut the door to her car. After locking it, she began to put her long dark hair up into a sloppy knot, her slender fingers entwining themselves in the tangle of waves as she twisted them this way and that.

It was a slow walk to her parents' house from her car, but Carissa enjoyed every minute. She took in the sights of the houses and trees as the last bit of light of the sun danced upon everything, illuminating it in that friendly and familiar way. She truly felt at home. So safe. She let out a soft sigh when she walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door with the spare set of keys her parents had given her and let herself in. Without further thought, she made her way up the stairs to where she knew her room would be waiting for her.

Ah, her room. Carissa had always loved her old room. It was full of books and memories and her parents had made sure to keep her old furniture. She was glad that they hadn't changed it up too much just yet. After all, she hadn't been away that long—only three years now—so it was one thing she knew she could count on whenever she came home for a visit, one thing that would remain constant even if other things in the neighborhood began to change.

Smiling, Carissa placed a tiny hand upon the knob of her bedroom door and twisted it. She flung it open and took that first refreshing step into her safe haven, her blue eyes sparkling as she thought about how exciting her upcoming week would be as she spent it with her parents. As she looked up, her eyes taking in the sight of her room and all that was familiar, she gasped, her skin going sickly pale as her heart skipped a beat and then began to thump hard against her chest. Without further thought as her mind began to process the sight of the shadowy figure that shouldn't be present, but was, she let out a shrill shriek.

~*~
Carissa Frey
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[Se7en_]

“Oh bloody hell!!!” Ethan hissed as he emptied the contents of yet another drawer, also finding nothing of value to steal…… His heart thumping in his chest, he wasn’t cut for this kind of job, stealing wasn’t him, breaking in and searching for money and valuables does not become him. He was no good at it, simple as that.

He sat down on the floor and sighed “Where did it all go wrong?” He thought to himself as he steadied himself and reached inside another drawer to similar disappointments, used underwear wasn’t gonna help him get his next fix, especially old underwear.

Deciding this room, apparently a girl’s room, had brought him nothing but disappointment, he stood up and prepared to leave the room wondering why on earth he started by searching this room and not the master bedroom. He shook his head at his stupidity and bad judgment, but at least he did watch the residents carry some bags and leave. They were not coming back this weekend, so he had the house all for himself to search as much as he wanted. A pathetic beginning wasn’t going to stop him from finding something valuable.

Money would be ideal, if not some jewelry would be alright, even though he was still learning how to sell them, almost getting arrested once when he tried to sell to a legal jewelry shop. He chuckled to himself at that memory “Face it Ethan, you’re an engineer, you don’t change profession to a thief in three months and except to be good at it.” He thought to himself as he sat on the girl’s bed to gather his thoughts wondering once more. “Where did it all go wrong?” That question took him back in time to that cursed meeting……..

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“So, Ethan, what do you think? We’re fucked aren’t we?” David asked him from across the table, and Ethan shrugged “Well, this situation isn’t ideal, but we’re far from fucked……. I can negotiate with the client and find us a way out of this mess with minimum losses. What do you think?”

David thought for a few minutes looking around him at the other people in the meeting and one of them nodded “Ethan never let us down, I would say he can do it, if not, then at least we tried.”

With that, the others expressed their agreement and Ethan was given the hard job again; this time the job of negotiating with a ridiculous client who didn’t know what he wanted and was prepared to sue them.

Ethan walked out of the room, delighted at being given that opportunity, but at the same time stressed out from that marathon of a meeting. He paused and sighed outside the meeting room and starts to think how on earth he’s gonna solve that problem, but as always the prodigy project coordinator had more than enough self-confidence and intelligence to follow through. It has been ten years of steady climbing in the company he helped build its reputation up to being the biggest consulting company in the country.

Out of nowhere, the hand of his boss, David was on his shoulder “Walk with me, I am gonna need a cigarette right about now.”

Laughing, Ethan walked with him to one of the balconies in the high-rise building, and as always he was offered a smoke, but this time, with that splitting headache, he succumbed to peer pressure and took one. “Oh what the hell, if its going to help with this headache, hit me.”

With that reply, his boss handed him the cigarette, no ordinary cigarette though. David has been trying to get him hooked on drugs for years now, fearing that the genius engineer would end up taking his lofty position, he had to ruin him somehow, giving him the hardest, near-impossible cases with tight deadlines didn’t help, Ethan always delivered. Drugs, on the other hand, should work. Every time, in a similar situation, for the past two years, David had offered him a drug-filled cigarette, with a larger dose than the one David takes in the hopes of getting him hooked on it and out of the game.

That was how it all began, the spiraling to rock bottom. One unfortunate event, one mistake followed by many more.

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Ethan was violently shaken out of his daydreaming by the sound of the doorknob turning and then the shriek of a girl that shouldn’t be there.

Without thought, Ethan darted to the door and grabbed the girl roughly by the arm, quickly positioning himself behind her, one hand moved to cover her mouth to stop any screams from going past her throat and the other arm wrapped around her waist trapping her arms to her sides as his mind raced, thinking “What the fuck did I get myself into this time?”

Those violent sudden movements made him hit the wall with his back, turning on the light in the process as he struggled to keep his captive under control. Her small body was a great help, not to mention his strong muscular body from over ten years of casually working out. Three months of drug addiction thankfully didn’t ruin that and he was still much stronger than she was.

With the girl firmly under control for now, he tried to maneuver to turn off the lights wondering who is she, but quickly figuring it’s the girl living in this room. He was sure he didn’t see her enter or exit in the week he’d spent watching this place. Must have been travelling or studying in another city and decided to drop in for surprise visit, and she succeeded, she did manage to surprise him.

“Now what to do with you young lady…..” He whispered in her ear as he held her tight, trapping her delicate body against his muscular chest. His breath washing against her ear and slender neck. “I guess I had it coming…..” He continued as he held her “you showing up is just the continuation of a series of unfortunate events. Though, I am not sure who’s more unlucky me or you.” He said as he wondered what to do with her.

 

[darkangel76]

A quick rush of movement and then a flicker of light and Carissa felt her body suddenly trapped and held fast against what she was certain had been the shadow skulking about her room only moments ago. Whoever he was, he was strong and whatever his purpose, it was no good. That much she knew as her heart pumped hard causing her chest to heave beneath his tight grasp. After all, why was he there? And... where were her parents?

Oh god, her parents!

Carissa wanted to scream, to shout! More than anything, she wanted to alert the entire neighborhood that some intruder, who didn't belong there, was invading her home, her safe haven. But her mouth was covered; stifling any sound she could muster. It was aggravating, excruciating and she was half tempted to try and bite down on his hand. Why was he there? What was he doing? Her parents! Where were they?

Trying to move, Carissa found it next to impossible. This man was strong, his grip tight about her arms and waist, holding her close so that she had no choice but to be pressed against the hard planes of his bigger and stronger body—a reminder that he called the shots even though he was the one out of place, the one who'd been clearly uninvited! Frustrated, her pale eyes began to glisten with hot tears. What now? She had to wonder just what would become of her now that this man had her in his clutches. Literally. Choking on a sob, her mouth still covered, her body held fast, heated tears soon kissed heated cheeks.

As Carissa's tiny frame quaked and trembled against the large man, she felt a hot breath caress her ear. She braced herself for harsh words, words promising demise or... worse. Yes, worse than demise! But his words struck her, causing her to gasp and sputter softly, her head twisting so that she could try and look up at her captor. But it was no use. His grip was tight and unmoving. Swallowing hard, she shifted her eyes downward, trying to see if she could take in the sight of him in some way. Any way.

"Please," Carissa said underneath his hand, her words muffled and choked. "Please, don't hurt me." Her words were pleading, begging. "I'm unarmed... I don't know how to fight..." Her tears continued to fall as she tried to speak underneath his hand, her worlds a bit garbled as a result. She still wondered where her parents were, if they were all right. "Where are my parents?" she then asked, her voice desperate. "Don't hurt them... please."

The sun outside had finally disappeared beyond the horizon, the sky going from streaky orange to inky black. For a brief moment, Carissa thought about the stars twinkling above and those nights where she and her father would go outside and look up. What she wouldn't give to relive those moments now, to go outside with her dad and pick out the constellations as they breathed in the crisp autumn air, the sound of crackling leaves beneath their feet. But now, as she stood there in this man's grip, she knew such moments were gone, in the past. She might never go stargazing again.

Shifting her stance slightly, Carissa was able to glimpse at the mirror mounted on the wall over her vanity. It wasn't large, but it allowed her to see the scene unfolding just that bit better. Sniffling, she turned her head just a bit more and stared into the looking glass, her blue eyes focusing on the man behind her. Breathing hard, her eyes blinking rapidly with fear, she stared, her focus fixed on him... on his face.

~*~
Carissa Frey
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[Se7en_]

Not entirely sure what to do with the girl he now held hostage, three options present themselves to Ethan; he can release her, let her go now then run outside and look for another place to rob…… Thinking about that for a moment, he realized it’s a bad idea; she could scream and make a scene which would make his escape impossible. He didn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, so that option was quickly scrapped.

Another option was to kill her, in this position; he can just strangle her to death quite easily. She didn’t have the strength or leverage to fight him. This would be the ideal option, but sadly life wasn’t ideal, and Ethan was no murderer, he was having a hard time with the idea that he became a thief, becoming a killer as well was out of the question and he shook his head violently as if trying to make that idea fall out of his head.

Then, he stopped shaking his head. Embarrassed that she was still in his arms and surely feeling his struggle, he can’t afford to look weak. Stopping for a moment, he finds the answer. He needs to restrain or knock her unconscious and take her with him somehow. It was far from ideal, but it seemed like his best option. However, he had no car, and no way of taking her out of the house unnoticed.

His mind was racing as he figured out, she maybe has a car he can use if he waits till past midnight, knocks her out and carries her to her car and then takes her to his house which was in the same rich neighborhood. He had kept his home, his large villa that he inherited from his parents; it was like a family’s heritage. He had sold his cars, his watches and was burning through his life savings. He had lost his job after a short period of showing up late, doing a horrible job in everything. They didn’t tolerate that, even with a decade of him just giving. They kicked him out at the first sign of trouble. David saw to that.

It all started that cursed day around a year ago, ever since then his life crumbled before him, he lost his job, the job he loved so much, lost his girlfriend, lost his cars and more or less every penny he had saved in that decade on drugs. The house is the only thing he kept, he wasn’t willing to sell it for any reason, and so he chose to steal instead. To rob houses in the same neighborhood to be able to eat and most importantly get his fix.

Shaking his head again, to stop daydreaming, he had decided the best course of action would be to take her with him. Leaning in against her, he tried to understand what she was saying, but it was mostly gibberish against his large hand covering her lips.

Ethan leaned against the girl and whispered in her ears, his voice calm and soothing “Don’t worry, I am not here to hurt you. I’ve been watching this house for a week and the couple living here took some bags and left, I am guessing those are your parents and it seems they are away for the weekend, you don’t have to worry, I didn’t hurt them, I didn’t come here to hurt them or to hurt you, you just caught me at a bad time.”

He paused to gauge her reaction and then continued “I need to talk to you, so I will remove my hand from your mouth, but I need to know you will keep quiet. I do not want to hurt you, or let’s rephrase, I don’t plan to hurt you, so please don’t make me change my mind and force me to hurt you. If you understand and will keep quiet, just nod your head.”

He waited for her to nod and smiled as his hand eased up on her mouth, holding her sof chin instead to easily block her mouth again in case she starts screaming. “What’s your name young lady?” He asked while still holding her tight with a strong arm wrapped around her waist that continues to trap her arms as his other hand holds on tight to her soft chin. He had to admit he was enjoying holding the lovely young girl captive, but he shook the idea from his head quickly, holding her like this was the most he will do to her, he will not stoop to the level of raping an innocent girl just because he can.

 

[darkangel76]

This was supposed to be a happy visit, a time where she could be sitting with her parents and catching up on lost time! She should be snuggled up on the couch with a blanket, reading a book or sipping tea with the television on softly as background noise! But oh how this entire thing twisted from excited anticipation into chaotic hell! There would be no time spent with parents, no laughter, no stargazing in the backyard... Carissa felt another tiny sob bubble up as the true reality of everything finally sunk in, her blue eyes, wet with tears, still fixed upon her captor by way of the mirror that hung on the opposite wall, still that same pale pink color.

Carissa's entire body was tense with fear as she looked into the man's eyes through that looking glass. He was big and strong and could easily overtake her if he had a mind to do so. Terrified and unsure, she couldn't help but think on how mortifying all of this could be if events turned even worse than they were. As it was, life was already difficult enough, more so than it was for other girls her age, at least at her school. After this, assuming she survived, no one would want to touch her.

And would she even want them to?

It was a sickening thought, but Carissa couldn't help it. Her entire life had been that way for the most part—being the one nobody noticed, that no one ever saw. She'd been fortunate to have parents who'd cared, who'd given a damn. It was because of them she'd forged on and tried. It was because of them that she'd always held onto hope. But for what? Now that she was stuck in her old room, her life and future in the hands of a stranger, it seemed like everything they'd done and all that she'd strived for had been in vain.

Again, Carissa felt the heat of the man's breath against her ear and neck. It caused her skin to prickle as it sent a shiver down her spine. Trembling against him, her blue eyes fluttered shut at the mentioning that her parents weren't home, but away and somewhere safe. The tiny wave of relief she felt was enough to make her body slump a bit against her captor though his grip had yet to loosen. Opening her eyes once more, she nodded her compliance.

Carissa felt his hand slowly move away from her mouth, watching it slide downward through their reflection in the mirror until he held her chin. His hand was warm against her skin and large enough that if he'd wanted to move it lower and snap her neck, she knew he'd succeed without a hitch. Truly he had the power here, was calling the shots.

Taking a deep breath, Carissa looked into the man's eyes. Her dark hair was askew and her pale face was streaked with tears. "M-my name is Carissa," she stammered. "Carissa Frey. Th-this is my parents house." Fresh tears fell from her eyes, now red and sore as she stood there looked at him, her fate no longer her own to control, but his. "Please don't hurt me," she begged. "J-just take what you need. I won't stop you or s-scream. I-I promise." Her body was shaking again as she pleaded, her voice stuttering as she spoke. She wondered if bargaining would get him to leave her alone, get him out of the house all together. "Y-you can even take m-my car," she offered, her voice desperate. "The keys are in my purse."

Swallowing hard, Carissa's heart thumped hard in her chest as her adrenaline coursed heavy and fast in her veins. She was desperate to get out of this situation both alive and unscathed and... Oh, the last thought caused the bile to rise in her throat and another sob bubbled up causing her to gasp.

"Please, sir," Carissa pleaded again, more tears falling, streaking her porcelain-pale face. "Just don't hurt me."

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Carissa Frey
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[Se7en_]

Ethan had established complete control of her and the situation, she was entirely under his control, she was scared, no terrified, of him and what he might do to her as evidenced by her shaking, sobbing and her quick compliance. That was exactly what he needed, it was hard enough breaking in and stealing, but dealing with a hostage, especially a young female hostage who wouldn’t listen to reason would have been a disaster. Luckily for him, this one was easy to handle, scared of him and smart enough to be willing to cooperate.

He listened to her tell him her name and some additional details; he raised his eyebrows at the mention of a car. That was his ticket out of here; he can tie her up and take her home in her own car. With the plan forming in mind, he moved his hand back to her mouth and whispered in her ear gently, his grip loosening on her waist and the hand on her mouth just sitting there not holding her tightly like before.

“That’s a lovely name Carissa, but I am going to need you to stay silent for now, don’t talk unless I ask you something, and no I don’t want to hurt you, so you don’t need to keep begging me not to. I am here simply to take some money; I am in a bit of a pickle and could use some cash young lady, not here to hurt you or anyone, in fact I chose this house since its empty, wasn’t planning for anyone to show up, but we’ll have to deal with this problem.”

His voice was calm and soothing; assuring her that his interest was in money not her body, which was true at that time. His hand then moved down to her chin again and then slid down to hold her neck accompanied by another whisper to assure her that the hand on her neck was just to hold her not to hurt her. “I just need to turn you around, so bear with me Carissa.”

He said as he moved from behind her, hand on her waist and another on her neck, moving her till her back was against the wall and he was standing in front of her, looking down into her deep angelic eyes, and he gave her a reassuring smile as he released her neck and waist, putting both hands on her shoulder to hold her in place. She was trapped between two walls, the brick wall behind her and the wall of muscle that was his chest making sure she had a very limited range of movement.

“Now, here is what’s going to happen” He said as his hands slid slowly to hold her by the arms, his fingers wrapped around her upper arms gently but firmly holding her in place as he continued “I trust you will be a good girl and follow what I say if you want us both to get out of this mess.”

He paused to gauge her reaction and then continued “Now, Carissa……….” He made it a habit to use her name often……. He knew the value of that as he worked in marketing, and using the client’s name, made them more receptive……. He wasn’t sure if that can be extrapolated to kidnapping, but he had to try to make her feel that she was a human to him not just flesh and a collection of holes for him to use, he needed to humanize her by using her name a lot……… “first you will have to excuse me for not trusting you when you say you will not stop me or more importantly won’t scream. I cannot trust a stranger.”

Chuckling, he felt how stupid that last phrase was “Ironic, coming from me who broke into your house, but anyway, I will need to restrain you and go find some money or something valuable to steal, when I am done, I will release you and go home and you can do whatever it is you wanted to do with this surprise visit, so be a dear and don’t resist Carissa, as I said I don’t want to hurt you and wouldn’t like it if you forced me to hurt you.”

Of course, he had no plans of releasing her, she had seen her face, but he wasn’t going to tell her he was going to kidnap her, that will surely remove any intention she had of cooperating with him, so he had to lie, something he hated to do, but was forced to.

Again, he paused to let that sink in. ”First, I will need you to lay down on the bed” He raised his voice a little “and before you get any ideas, I want you on the bed to be comfortable, not because I want to rape, if I wanted to rape you, we wouldn’t be talking now, so relax, and go lie down on the bed on your stomach. I will need your wrists behind your…….” He paused before finishing the sentence “Oh you know what, I’ll just carry you to your bed and arrange you as I want instead of explaining the whole thing to you, it will be easier for both of us alright Carissa?” He asked, and before she could answer, he asked another question “but do tell me, do you have any scarves in your room, and where?”

 

[darkangel76]

Carissa's eyes were transfixed upon the face of her captor as she watched his reflection in the mirror. Though hot, salty tears blurred her vision to a degree, she was able to make out enough. Her eyes wildly scanned his features, frantically scrutinizing every detail and putting to memory every angle, every line that etched his handsome face. It was alarming that she found him handsome, but even criminals had a past, she figured... surely he was no different. But the way his face looked back at her, the way the shadows played with his features now that the sun had set? A person who had probably been a decent man at one time was now a monster, a terrible phantom that would haunt her dreams in many nights to come. That was... if she managed to somehow get out of this whole entire predicament. She still wondered about that, her mind reeling that his words, his hot breath still lingering against her skin.

They'd been lip service, a means to keep her quiet until he got what he wanted and then some. Or so, Carissa feared. But she wasn't stupid. It was plain as day the odds weren't in her favor. Her parents weren't home and even if she were to scream, it would be ages before she received any sort of aid. A shiver ran along the length of her spine, a knot forming in the pit of her tummy as an ache began to grow. Truly, it was no use. She had to comply if she wanted to see her parents again, if she wanted this whole ordeal behind her.

Nodding, Carissa's eyes clamped shut. She certainly didn't want any trouble. She felt the grip the man had on her body suddenly loosen, his voice low and hushed as he gently moved her where he wished for her to be. His hand first moved to her throat, sliding down along her flesh as he manipulated her body so easily. She was his doll to control and she would listen until she somehow managed to find safety, if such a thing was possible. Licking her lower lip, she let out a tiny whimpering sound, a mournful plea, before her eyes snapped open and she found her blue eyes locked with his steady gaze. She felt like a caged animal—him the predator and she his prey—while her heart raced and her breath hitched, the instinct to run overwhelming the senses.

Carissa peered over her captor's shoulder at her bed, empty and barely used since she'd gone away to school. The plush purple and pink comforter was tucked into the mattress, a perfect portrayal of a 'little princess's' bed. Her cheeks grew warm and she looked back at the man before her, his eyes the picture of calm while her own swirled with storm.

"I-I..." Carissa stuttered. "There are some scarves in the closet." Her voice trembled as her body shook, her knees wobbling as she crumpled slightly against the wall behind her. "B-but there's no need to tie me up, sir," she added, her face going pale despite the heat that had risen to her cheeks, the contrasting colors stark on her face and neck as they went from scarlet to pale and back again. Her fingers gripped the edges of gray cardigan sleeves, tugging on them nervously as her dark, tousled hair fell into her eyes. "I-I promise to lie quietly... on... on the bed," she squeaked. "I-I won't move. I give you my word."

Carissa looked up at the man, her small and slender frame so petite next to his in comparison. Her blue eyes were wide, her expression all but begging for him to not do this, to show some sort of compassion. But, somehow she knew this was inevitable. His words had said it all. Biting down on her lower lip, she averted her gaze, more tears falling from her eyes, and stared hard at the floorboards beneath them.

~*~
Carissa Frey
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[Se7en_]

Smiling as the little captive nodded her agreement, and then suggested she doesn’t need to be tied up, making him shake his head a few times. He then released her arms, and reached down to take her tiny wrists and he lifted them slowly but firmly holding them tight against the wall behind her, each small hand on one side of her face as he leaned down at her staring her down.

“Look Carissa, I am not a fool,” He began, his voice changed to a more serious, less gentle tone “No one in your situation will just sit tight as a stranger ransacked their home, so I will tie you up on your bed, look around for something to take and that will be the end of it. If you try anything funny,” He said as he tightened his grip on her soft flesh “I swear to God, I will hurt you and make you regret this!” His voice was serious, gruff as he hissed at her while his eyes were like a physical presence on her as he threatened to punish her if she doesn’t do as told.

With that threat, he pulled her hands higher up and over her head, holding both small wrists in one large hand, his other hand gently stroked her hair, pushing stray strands behind her ear and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean tissue, which he used to lightly wipe her tears contrasting the firm iron grip on her wrists and the threat he mouthed moments earlier. Deep inside he wasn’t happy that he was terrorizing such a soft innocent creature, but he had to, and more importantly he was hoping she can’t see through the ruse and keep thinking he was dangerous.

After holding her like that for a couple minutes, he released one wrist and kept holding the other one, guiding her to the closet. He looked inside and with his free hand; he found and gathered three scarves.

“Now, let’s get you ready…………. be a good girl and don’t move” He said as he gently stroked her hair for a few moments to try and relax her……. He then used the smallest scarf, thin and soft to wrap around her mouth, he wrapped it gently but tightly, making sure to pull her hair out of the loop before he tied it around her head.
Bending down, he reached with one hand grabbing her right ankle, lifting her foot up, bending her leg at the knee with his other arm steadying her by wrapping around her waist “Don’t worry Carissa, will just remove your shoes. I am pretty sure you don’t lie on that lovely bed with your shoes on.” As he said that, he pulled off her flats exposing her soft small bare foot.

Releasing her right foot, he reached down and took her left foot, similarly removing her shoe, exposing another tiny bare foot. He then looked down at her, looking much smaller with a scarf wrapped around her head blocking her mouth and standing there in her bare feet, she lost around an inch making her look even smaller than before and much more helpless.

With that done, he started to unbutton her cardigan “Don’t worry, just removing the cardigan, nothing else……. “ He explained while working slowly to not scare her more than she was already scared. “With it on, I can’t tie your hands” He said in a calm soothing tone as he slowly removed the small jacket from her body, exposing the cute pink shirt underneath and her slender pale arms. He had to fight the urge to look at her as a woman. He didn’t want to awaken the male instinct to desire such beauty like the one standing in front of him and under his mercy, so he reluctantly tore his eyes from her.

To take her to bed, he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other went under her thighs, easily lifting her small body in his arms, she was light as a feather as he carried her to her bed. Slowly, he put her down on the bed and then flipped her over, so she was lying on her stomach.

Sitting on the bed next to her, he reached with his hand, brushing strands of silky locks from her face as he smiled at her “Don’t worry, you’re doing great Carissa, a little more and we’ll be done and you can go back to enjoying your weekend.” He said and tried hard to make himself sound convincing while deep inside having to lie was tearing at him. He was never a liar “fucking drugs made me stoop so low” He thought as anger started to appear on his features, but he quickly shook his head and stood up, not wanting her to notice the struggle he was enduring.

Ethan then reached to grab her hands, pulling them behind her back making each hand grip the opposite elbow “Keep your arms like this.” He said as he began wrapping the longest scarf around both arms, layers upon layers, surely not strong in one layer, but the silky scarf was surprisingly tight when wrapped layer over layer. With her arms wrapped tight behind her back, he moved to the foot of the bed and sat by her soft barefeet.

Taking hold of her ankles, he pulled her feet up bending her legs at the knees till her calves were vertical to the bed. Keeping her feet there, he started wrapping the last scarf around her ankles, round and round the soft material went, trapping her ankles together in its tight grip.

Finally, he stood up looking at his handiwork. A young girl was lying on her belly on her own bed. Three of her scarves robbed her of the ability to talk, walk or move her arms. She looked incredibly sexy, and it took immense control for him to tear his hungry gaze away from her and to the door of her room “I will be back shortly Carissa, you will be alright.”

 

[darkangel76]

Carissa stared at the floor, her body trembling as he spoke. She felt so small standing there in this man's shadow. For a moment, she was reminded of school and the feeling she got whenever she had to speak to that one professor that intimidated her more than any of others. That one who would make her feel badly for asking questions or that she didn't understand something in the first place. Finally, she lifted her head, her blue eyes finding his.

"Please," Carissa whispered, her voice a breath barely audible. But it was lost as her captor's mind was clearly focused on the task set before him, on his situation not her own. Over and over, she whispered her plea, tears falling from sapphire pools as he dabbed at her eyes and finally drew her over toward the closet where the scarves waited.

Carissa's breaths quickened, her heart racing as she braced herself for what was about to happen. She glanced at the closet door, her eyes fixed on the knob as he turned it and took out the scarves. Oh how her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of confusion and clarity—compliance meant safety, meant things would end faster. And more than anything, she wanted that, needed that. Licking her lips, she tried to swallow, her mouth as dry as a desert. But it was hard, nearly impossible, her fear so strong as she stood there defenseless to stop anything that was happening right there in her room, her safe haven.

Before she knew it, the man moved to take her cardigan. Carissa recoiled slightly, an involuntary reaction that was to no avail as her captor pulled her close and gently stripped it from her small frame. Suddenly, she felt so exposed and vulnerable, the flesh of her bared arms breaking out into goose bumps as the brisk air brushed against them. She shivered a little, wishing she could put the thing back on or rub at her arm. But that wasn't meant to be.

Just then, the man moved in, scarves in hand. Carissa whimpered, "Please," she whispered softly, again her plea lost as her captor set to work, manipulating her tiny body as he needed until she was tied, lying face down on her bed and no longer able to move or talk.

'Just what would cause someone to do this?' Carissa wondered. The question ran though her mind over and over as she hoped he truly would keep to his promise that he wouldn't hurt her and would then let her go after he got the money he claimed to need so desperately... Desperation. If desperation was truly this man's motivator, it was indeed very powerful.

Carissa struggled against the restraining scarves for a moment to see if she could twist herself to look over at the man before he left the room, but she was met with the rubbing burn of the scarves as they bit into her soft skin causing her to let out a tiny sound of discomfort. Finally, she allowed her body to go limp, relaxed as best it could be considering how she was tied, against the bed. She gave a nod and made another tiny sound indicating she understood her position in the situation. That she'd have to wait for her captor to search the house and then come back for her afterward.

When he left the room, Carissa could hear his footstep creaking against the floorboards. The moment the sound faded, she let out a breath and began to struggle once again against the restraint of the scarves. The material was cool against her skin, but the moment she tried to wriggle out of them, they burned, rubbing hard against her skin, causing it to redden and become raw. She winced at the sensation, but continued to pull and tug, desperately trying to free her arms from the bonds holding them together.

Carissa's frustrations rose as she tried to pull her arms free without success, her legs also struggle to loosen the bonds, but to no avail. Oh, it was useless! Totally useless! And the cleave in her mouth, her saliva was pooling, dripping along the sides of her cheeks, along her chin. She longed to spit the scarf out of her mouth and tried! But, it was impossible to do so. It was tied too tightly about her head. Struggling, wriggling, she wouldn't give up until the bonds loosened a little at least. She knew she wouldn't run, that she wouldn't scream. Why didn't he?

Desperation. Yes, it truly was a powerful motivator.

~*~
Carissa Frey
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[Se7en_]

After having tied up the small girl on her bed, Ethan set out to look for something of value, but as he walked in the corridor, he slapped his forehead and went back to her room thinking “You moron, you suck at this job, you have never tied someone with scarves before, what if they weren’t tight enough and she went loose and called the police? I am an idiot, I will never learn how to be a proper thief, I suck!!!” He shook his head as he walked back to the room and found her struggling on her bed. Nodding in relief as he realized they were at least tight enough to hold her for that one minute.

Ethan sighed as he approached the bed, he easily manipulated her body, lifting her small frame up with little effort and throwing her over his broad shoulder. He gently patted the back of her thigh as he carried her outside the room. “If you’ll excuse me young lady, I would like you to keep me company as I search your parents’ bedroom, we wouldn’t want you to feel lonely, now would we?” He said as held her tightly, one hand on her hip and the other arm around her thighs to steady her.

Soon, they were in her parents room and he sat her down on the edge of the bed, being short as she was, her feet were left dangling over the edge. Looking at her noticing her discomfort, he pulled the scarf out of her mouth and just kept it wrapped tightly around it “Sorry, Carissa, I am just not very good at this. But do tell me are the restraints painful?” He then paused, realizing she would definitely nod in the hopes he would loosen them a bit so he changed his mind “Actually, forget that; they will be off very soon anyway.”

Smiling, Ethan patted her head gently and pulled another tissue from his pocket to wipe her tears “I am really sorry, I had to put you through this.”

On the outside, Ethan looked very calm and collected, while in fact deep inside, he there was a huge amount of conflicting emotions, some wanted him to just untie her, give her a hug and leave, another wanted him to finish her off, and yet another wanted him to remove the rest of her clothing and ravage her on the spot, yet another wanted him to sit down and cry cursing his bad luck, while the strongest voice in his head, the voice of reason, told him to follow through and then take her with him as the lesser evil.

Those conflicting emotions were taking a huge toll on him making him walk away as he hyperventilated leaning against the wall as the image of David smirking at him as he fired him came to his mind, making his hand ball into a fist as he slammed it hard against the wall he was leaning against.

Breathing hard and fast, his face red with anger, he looked at Carissa, hatred clear in his eyes as he approached her, looked down at her tiny frame and almost raised his hand to hit her. He then turned around “Fuck!!!” He said as he smashed his hand against the wall once more.

That second hit must have done it, and he managed to control his temper “David will have to wait, I will kill the bastard later, will destroy his life like he destroyed mine………. Fucking asshole” he mumbled as he looked around the room, before storming towards the closet, rummaging through it, finding some jewelry in a small box “Sorry, about those Carissa. Tell your mother I will pay her back for this when I get my life back…….” He then paused, realizing how stupid that last statement was……… “Yeah right, good luck with that…….” He laughed loud at that statement “Get your life back, that’s a good one Ethan, perhaps you should join a comedy club.” He continued laughing to himself as he searched more drawers and found a small amount of cash.

Still chuckling, he walked back to Carissa and sat next to her “I am not crazy, might look the part, but trust me, it’s just that my life turned to shit recently, so blame it on fate, it has a sense of humor, but anyway, you don’t really give a shit, no one does, so let’s get this over with……”

As he said that, he reached to the scarf wrapped around her head and untied it “Do tell me though Carissa, you said something about a car right? I looked outside and there is no car parked outside, don’t tell me it got stolen?”

With that, he broke into another fit of laughter, and managed to say in between bursts of laughter “you have a thief inside the house and another one stole your car, and I thought I was unlucky…..” At that point he was laughing loud enough that the neighbors probably heard it…….

 

[darkangel76]

Struggling, wriggling, Carissa desperately tried to loosen the scarves that were wrapped about her arms and ankles. As she groaned and writhed, trying to move, she finally let out a tiny hiss as the scarves left reddening burn marks against her pale flesh. Becoming more frustrated, her body began to contort slightly, her dark hair mussing, her saliva pooling at the corner of her mouth due to the gag tied about her head. Just then the door swung open. She hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps against the floorboards or the typical squeak when the knob twisted on the door! No! And to think she'd been listening for it!

Oh, so stupid!

Carissa's eyes immediately locked with those of her captor's, her body going rigid as her breathing went rapid. Her chest heaved, her heart pounded. She'd been caught trying to loosen the bonds! He would think she'd been trying to escape or... She clamped her eyes shut as she watched him approach, his entire figure looking monstrous as it stalked forward, his arms reaching out as he grabbed her so easily and hoisted her over his shoulder. Letting out a grunt, her head flopped over his back; she was soon being carried out of her room to a fate unknown. Her mind was spinning and swirling with gruesome thoughts as he began to speak, his words lost as her eyes frantically tried to focus given the way she was being held. Finally, she was set down once again, trembling as she realized she was now in the master bedroom—her parents' room. She fixed her terrified eyes upon those of her captor's. Just what were his plans now that he had her in here? Slowly, he reached toward her, her reaction to wince as he removed that awful gag.

Immediately, Carissa poked out the tip of her tongue, letting it run along her upper and lower lip twice in an attempt to wet them. More tears were falling, her blue eyes red-rimmed and clearly sore. Just what was going to happen now? What? To think she could be sitting on the couch with some tea feeling safe or looking up at the stars. The stars... a happy memory. She needed to hold onto that if she was going to make it through this ordeal.

Her mouth still quite dry thanks to the cleave she'd worn, Carissa tried to swallow a few time. She watched the man as he mumbled, his words barely coherent, not making sense as he suddenly began to pace and finally struck the wall causing her to jolt where she sat. At that, she bit down on her lower lip, her eyebrows knitting together as another wave of worry washed over her. Just what was wrong with this man? Just what had pushed him over the edge?

"I-I never said you were crazy, sir," Carissa whispered, her body still shaking where she sat uncomfortably on her parents' bed. The room—all mauves and beiges—used to make her smile and feel protected. It was the place she'd run to as a child whenever the monsters came. But now? Now a monster was here and it had brought her to this very room that had once felt like an escape. It was no longer that magical place, all of that happiness and laughter drained away. Gone. "And m-my car," she continued, her voice wavering. "I-it's around the corner."

Carissa's blue eyes shifted, looking away from the man standing across the way. She knew it wouldn't make him disappear or change the situation she was in. But for some reason, she couldn't hold his gaze any longer. He had this power, this wild and mad power that she couldn't explain, but could just feel as he looked over at her. She could feel it as it prickled along her spine, ran over her flesh... or was that just the cold air kissing her skin?

~*~
Carissa Frey
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