Captured (open )

MasterKenz2000

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Dan was a genius but unfortunately, he did not put it in the right used. He was an inventor, a psychologist, a musician , an artist but worst of all, he is a stalker. He loves to stalk on pretty girls, capture them and making them falling in love with him. He then turn her into his pleasure slave. Well, of course this don't happen all the time but how a captive, victim survive her stay in his old mansion is always an interesting story to tell........

Allison woke up in a cozy bedroom, still in her school uniform. She could not remember how she got here or where is this place. All she could remember was walking home alone after a quarrel with her boy friend and someone place a stinky handkerchief on her face from behind.

Dan was watching her from the control room, sipping his favorite cappuccino. He had the whole mansion wired with electronic eyes and automatic doors so he has no worries that she might runs away.

( Just post if you are interested. Send me a message if Allison is taken and you like to play another character....... the posting length is not important but please add details.....)
 
Allison had never liked staying in one place. Maybe it was because of her nomadic childhood. Still, her grandfather thought it would be best if she stayed in one place and went to an actual school. (She had been homeschooled for as long as she could remember.) Tugging on her uniform, she looked around the room, her feet touching the floor. The last thing she could recall was arguing with her boyfriend (thought why they dated was beyond her) and a horrible smelling handkerchief. She slid off the bed, looking around carefully, her pale blonde hair reaching her lower back. She usually had it in a braid or ponytail, but finding nothing to tie her hair with, she couldn’t really do that.

Her eyes were doll like, slightly too big for her face, but it still worked well enough for her to pull off cute and adorable. They searched around the room, for a door, a window, anything that would calm down her nerves. She looked back at the bed. It was entirely too cozy for her liking. Wrapping her arms around herself, her eyes noticed a door. Well, since no one came in to check on her, she supposed that everyone was out. It wasn’t an exactly valid statement, but it was enough for her to attempt a break out. Her years in a traveling circus would not go wasted. “Come on, Scrumpy,” she told herself. “You can do it, right? You free fell from a tight rope, you can do this!” Scrumpy was the name that more or less everyone called her. Her father had given it to her after she accidently downed a whole bottle of homemade beer.

Allison walked to the door, putting her hand on it, testing to see if it was locked. Moving her ear to it, she closed her eyes, focusing on any noises coming out from the outside. “No, no sound of life,” she muttered and turned the knob on the door, taking a step back as it swung open. “Weird…” Her blue green eyes scanned around in the hallway, her fingers holding tight to the end of her skirt. Knee high socks, with boots that accompanied a short skirt, a button up shirt and a jacket over. She unbutton her jacket as she walked, wrapping it around her waist and she worked on her shirt itself. She released the two top buttons and undid her sleeves. Putting her hands on her hips, she tapped the top of her shoe to the floor.

Her expression was one of determination. She was a stubborn girl, not one to do what anyone said because they were the authority. Well, unless they were right. Anyway, her boyfriend, soon to be ex (when she got out of here), would be on a receiving end on a raving rant and probably a harsh left hook. Yes, Scrumpy was left handed.

"Now, if I find who did this..." her voice sounded threatening. Promising pain... and probably something worse. "Then again..." She looked around herself. She had no idea where to go. Her sense of direction was completely off.
 
Dan watching amusingly from the control room. She was a brave girl and he believe she will fence for herself and not easily giving in. She was cute and mmm..... he might describe it as delicious.

Watching her stepping out of the room and heading down the long hall way, she soon came to a fleet of stairs, leading upwards. The staircase are made out of steel, heading to a door at the top.
She was still cursing, probably thinking it was a joke or something that her friends pull on her. Probably her boyfriend was behind all this as hundreds of unanswered questions popped into her mind.

She decided to take the stairs to the top and flung the door open, when a stream of hot air blows at her. The place was hot but it was brighter then the underground. She was not given an option at all when the steps fall aside making it impossible to go down again.

Allison begin to explore the upper level and Dan wickedly adjusting the thermostat, increasing the room temperature every 15 minutes. Allison getting impatient and began to curse aloud. She looks angry.
 
Scrumpy cursed violently. Literally. She muttered very painful voodoo curse she knew, every witch spell and even promised to get voodoo dolls. "When I get my hands on you asses," she yelled into the empty room, "I'll give all of ya'll a beating of life time!" Still, she looked around the room once more. Frowning she couldn't see any exit and she clearly couldn't go back. Letting out a fustrated sigh, she rolled up her sleeves a bit, crouching down on the ground, looking at everything from a lower level. "I hate the heat. Why, why couldn't my uncle have lived some place cold?"

She wiped her forehead of sweat, muttering more curses as teh room temperature began to clip. "Bloody hell," Allison muttered once more, walking around the room, inspecting everything she could. Her fingers brushed against the large cracks in the walls, she noticed a few drops of blood here and there. Getting to her knees, she tilted her head as she picked up a hair ribbon.

"This... this... I don't know you," she said to the cloth and pocketing it. "But you may be useful later. Maybe I should get a skunk."

The girl shivered slightly, feeling eyes watching her. But yet, there was no one. And she could see nothing. No cameras, no mirrors... nothing. Biting her lip, she undid another button of her shirt, happy that she thought to wear a tank top under it. Even if it was black. Still, it matched the skirt, jacket and shoes. It was then Scrumpy frowned. "Is the room getting hotter?"
 
An hour passes by. The heat is building up and Allison was sweating all over. She was just like a mouse being placed in a maze, searching for exit that is not there.

Dan hit button 2A, unlocking the door at the far end where she was standing and it opens wide apart automatically. There are water dripping sound and not mistakenly it was a modern well equip bathroom. Dan knew she is thirsty and getting dry. He hopes to see her taking a dip in the tub doesn't matter with her clothes on or off.
 
She squeaked when the door just opened magically. Scrumpy looked around and then up at the ceiling. "If there is some higher being up there, I shall be your servant. But if you are just a geek behind a camera, I shall not kill you the moment I see you." Making a break toward the tub, she turned on the knob, allowing nice cool water to flow. There were times when she tested it with the soft part of her wrist.

Taking a towel she found, she shrugged off her shirt, pulled off a boot and sock and placed her bare foot int he water. Her skirt fanned around her thighs and rose a bit when she bent forward. Her tanktop was cotton then and revealed a small tattoo on her left shoulder. "Oh, bee's knees, I love the cold," she smiled to herself as she took the towel and patted down on any part of her skin that was revealed and not in water. Tilting her head to the side, she sighed. It reminded her of home a bit. Of course, all she got was a tin tub and it was a race to use it first.

She looked up back at the ceiling.

Was there a face behind all this? She certainly hoped so.

"Is there anyone else here?" she asked the air around her, pulling her boot covered foot close to her chest. Allison moved her chin close to her knee. "Kinda lonely here." She shook her head, stretching her arms out. "Ah, cheer up Scrumpy. No time for self pityin'. Gotta find a way out of here."
 
Dan is watching Allison washing herself. Though she was not naked, she is still sexy and adorable.
He gave her sometime to cool herself before he strikes again.

Allison freaks out and scream when the cold fresh water turns to blood. Now she had bloods all over her body , tank top and skirts. She backs off shockingly, bumping into the long mirror on the wall. There her image all covered with blood.

Dan speaks to her through the hidden microphone: "Welcome Allison to the fantasy castle. I hope you will enjoy your stay"
 
Allison wiped her fingers on the wall, not enjoying being in a haunted house. She growled, low and ferious. How the hell did water turn to blood? Wine would've been better. No wait, beer. The voice's speech did not bring her comfort. "This ain't a fantasy of mine!" she shouted at the disembodied voice. "What are you? Insane? Crazy? Totally and completely off the deep end?" She ran out of the bathroom, pulling on her other boot but leaving the socks behind and the shirt.

She glared at the bathroom behind, then looked down at herself, the blood making her feel sticky and disgusting. "I really could use another bath... blood free... clean water only," she muttered and looked back at the ceiling. "Just wait until I see you face to face. You'll regret ever taking me away!"

Allison, in truth, was very scared, inside, she was shaking. The blood had freaked her out big time. But as she was a stubborn person, she wouldn't show she was.
 
"I can give you clean water and clean clothes if you ask for it Allison. You don't call the shots here and you only get it if you could speak a little nicer. Remember! only I make decision here Allison" Dan teased her happily. He knew she was a beaten goddess and he will break her will sooner or later.

"Do I hear you begging Allison?" he flicks the lights, throwing it on and off for a couple of times and believe me, it is scary.......
 
Allison mentally flicked him off. She glared up at the ceiling. "Scrumpy don't beg for nothing," she replied, then paused. "Wait, no. Some things I will, but they're never gonna happen. Sitting on the ground, she crossed her legs, her elbows resting on her knees. "So, this means I'm stuck here? Wait, am I in Saw? No! I" She didn't like the teasing, but she supposed joking around couldn't hurt... until he made the wrong move. Either that or it was a very deep voiced female.

She looked down at her hands and glared. Oh, when the moment was right, she'd take a chunk out of his neck! "You better hope you never meet me," she muttered once more under her breath. "Could ya stop with the lights? It's not as scary as it was the first few times." The fear was still talking, though.
 
Dan loves challenges. Allison may be suborn but she will give in eventually. He kept increasing the temperature and the dry stain bloods get real sticky. It is getting so unbearable and Allison is sweating drastically.

"Are you ready to beg for clean water my little Angel? You will die here if that is your choice." he teased again. "I am going to shut the door if I don't hear from you Allison, you better make up your mind fast... hurry up Allison.... this is your last chance"

Dan laugh wickedly. Filling the room with his loud and naughty laughter.
 
"Alright, fine, I'll beg," she muttered, thinking of the ways she would torture the voice the moment she got. "Oh please, oh mighty disembodied voice, give me fresh water." She was ignoring the angel comment.

"Wait, how do you know my name?" she tilted her head wiping her face from sweat. It was an awful feeling, sweat and blood. One wet and the other sticky. Sticky wetness, awful. The truth of the matter was, she didn't want to die. Well... maybe of old age... but not in this room. "Now about that water..."

She really needed to cool off. With her clothes on.
 
"That is not begging dear Allison, Of course I know your name. I know everything of you, whose your father, your mother, boyfriend. I know your college , where you leave and all. I will still reward you for attempting to beg me but you got to do a lot better the next time"

The lights go dark as I begin to shut off one by one, leaving only the brightly lighted bathroom. "You may go back inside to wash yourself. I had given you clean water and a clean clothes. I surely love to see you in that nice sexy clothes.
 
Scrumpy decided not to comment, wondering how he knew all that. She was sure she kept everything secret. She never spoke of her parents to anyone... the boyfriend thing was a given. Biting her lip, she shivered at the dark and walked quickly to the bright lights, looking over her shoulder as if he was behind her. As she inched toward the tub, she peered, checking to make sure all of the blood was gone. Or at least, there was no more surprises. Turning the water back on, she moved her hand under, testing the heat. Oh, she wouldn't give him the satsifaction of seeing any part of skin he hadn't a chance to see. In this place.

Allison did not allow her mind to wander any further. "Why thank you for giving me such an honor," she muttered, finally, under her breath as she took off her shoes one more, putting her feet back into the water. A soft moan left her lips as the warm water washed over her feet. She let the water rise until the tub almost over flowed, then turned it off. Her legs floated slightly, the water dancing around her knees. Taking a near by rag, she dipped it in the water bringing it to her bare arms, then to her neck. The clothe turned a light red, but her skin was clean once more, her body free from sweat.

After another moment, she stopped, looking around the room, searching for any signs of life, or better yet, a camera. "You know, you could make the world a better place if you stop being Big Brother," she commented, now understanding 1984. Peering behind her, she looked at the clothes, raising an eyebrow. "Can't I just wear the stuff I have on now?" Why not make pleasant conversation?
 
Dan knew Allison was tired and scared though she tried to hide this feeling. He watches her dipping into the tub happily and break a conversation, trying to talk to the strange voice. "Can't I just wear the stuff I have on now? Why not make pleasant conversation?

Dan did not reply her but he begin to turn down the temperature gradually. The place is cooling down and getting colder instead. He turns on soft music for her trying to change her mood. The new clothes pops out from the wall, beside the mirror.
 
"I perfer a voice over music," she called out, shaking her head. "Men. What is it with them and music?" She then looked at the new clothes. "You aren't giving me a choice, are ya?" Sighing softly, she found another towel to dry herself off. Her small feet touched the flower beneath her, making her body shiver slightly. Moving at lighting speed, the clothes made her catch her eye. They were white, like before, but covered more of her body. It reminded her a bit of a summer dress.

Better than nothing, she supposed.

Pulling off her tank top, a bra was revealed, with a little pink body in the middle. If he commented about her matching panties... well, she'd be mad and throw tantrums. Pulling the dress over her head, she shimmied out of the skirt, folding it carefully, before setting it down. She looked over her shoulder again.

This place was spooky. Not carnival haunted house spooky,but spooky spooky. Jason Meets Freddy spooky. If she saw a man running at her with a chain saw, she'd know she was dreaming. "Did I drink too much scrumpy again?"
 
The offer is too good to be rejected. She was wet and the room temperature had changes to cold now without her realizing. She looks at the dry and nicely smelled warm clothes and decided to use it. Stripping off her top and skirt, she reach for the dry furry clothes only to find that there was no under garment provided. Would she keep warm under the furry clothes or get it wet with her dirty bra and pantie?

Dan watching silently, recording her action with his highly sophisticated video cam.
 
She sighed as she decided to keep the furry clothes on with her panties. Even if he provided her with some, she wouldn't wear it. Looking around again, Allison wondered if there was any cameras. It was a little lonely here, not being able to talk to a real person. She pulled down on the clothes, wishing they were a bit longer, but still, they were longer than her skirt.

"Thanks for the clothes," she told the air. "You wouldn't mind telling me why you kidnapped me again, would you?"

If he had told her, it was wiped from her mind.
 
Dan was amused when she began to talk to him instead of screaming like what she did when she found herself being kidnapped. He is in control and he wants her to play his game, the way he wanted it to be.

Dan naughtily tell her his plan. "Allison, Lets play a game. I had captured a very bad man here and he is struggling to escape just like you. I am angry with him because he seduces my wife and probably he will seduce any girl including you." he kept silent for a moment and continue.....

"I will connect his passage with yours so you will meet him in a moment. He kept a small pen knife in his pants and I want you to kill him with it. Stab him and I will set you free. If you fail to do that, you loose and I will punish you instead of him. You had 3 hours to complete you assignment and good luck. Ha ha ha ha.... ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha........."

Dan send for his assistant to take over the control room and he make his way down to meet Allison as a victim himself. Dressed in a dusty t shirt and jeans, he slipped into the hall and pretend to find his way in the darkness, heading to the only light source of the bathroom.

His foot step is heading her way , nearer and nearer
 
Her jaw dropped, eyes going wide. He wanted her to... to kill? She shook her head. There was no way she could. It was... well, not impossible, but she supposed she could consider her options. Maybe she could recruit the man to help her out of here. Of course, considering what he said, they might have to give and take a little.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she walked toward the only passage way and waited next to the opening, careful not to reveal herself. Hidden by the fact she wouldn't be noticed at first, her body relaxed, waiting for the tell tale signs of human life.

It was then she heard it. Footsteps. They moved closer and closer. She swallowed back the bile and flattened herself against the wall, crouching down, waiting for the right time to kick back the male. If he tried to touch her, without her permission, she was going to teach him why she was tough to tame.

"Make me kill a man... why I oughta," she cursed under her breath. "Just wait until I can get my hands around yer neck. Pah. Just you wait." Allison closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear the thoughts from her head. She had only three hours. Hopefully, that would be enough.
 
Dan finally came to the light. His eyes was blinded by the sudden strong light after wandering in the darkness for so long. "Aaah, where am I." he saw the shadow of a girl as he gradually adjust himself to the brightness of the room.

He was standing at the door for awhile and finally he gave a week smile "Hi, I am Alex. Can you please show me the way out?" he looks at her again and say "I think you must be a victim too. You don't seem to know your way"

Getting to the tap, he wash his face and drank some of the water. He looks thirsty and tired.

The game seem to had just started when the hall are begin to brighten up with dim lights everywhere. It was barely enough for them to move around from one place to another.

Dan studied Allison silently, wondering if she would sneak off his penknife and poke him or hunting for the exit together with him.
 
Allison blinked as she studied him, her eyes narrowing. Something about that voice was... unnerving. She kept to her side of the wall, her body tense. "Obviously," was all she replied as she wrapped her arms around her. "You think I'd be holed up here in a room that bleeds out blood? No way, I have better and more interesting things I could be doing." He didn't seem like the man the voice had described. If he had a pen knife, well, she'd wait before she could get to it. There wasn't much of choice of weapons here and she wasn't the strong type. Maybe if he dozed off, she'd try.

Relaxing her body, she tilted her head. "I just want to go home, you know?" she started to talk, closing her eyes. "What did you do before you got taken? I mean, before you supposedly seduced his wife... if he even has one." Clearly, she wasn't a fan of the voice, nor a huge believer.
 
Dan wash his face and silently listen to Allison. "What did you do before you got taken? I mean, before you supposedly seduced his wife... if he even has one."

He turns and look at her disbelief "What seduce? whose wife? You know him? you know his wife? you are his friends? Hey, I just woke up and found myself here."

Dan looks out from the little washroom and it was brighter now. "I am going to find my way out, are you coming? This place is horrible, I am starving.
 
"Calm down," she replied, holding her hands up. " If I did know him, my hands would be around his neck. I don't know his wife. If we were friends, do you think he'd put me here?" She then sighed. This was really getting to her. Her body thrummed with nervous energy, her eyes never resting in one place for more than a few seconds. She looked out to the brighter area, frowning. The voice had remained silent for some time. Surely it would've said something by now? She mentally shrugged and pushed off the wall.

Maybe they might 'accidently' find the mad man.

And she might have a chance at the pen knife. Three hours... well, less now. Allison tilted her head. "Oh, the oh so godly voice told me you had a pen knife, could I see it? I used to work in a circus, so all sorts of sharp objects interest me. Oh, don't worry, can't even use them. You don't even have to let me touch it either."

She smiled softly, tilting her head to the side. And really, she just wanted to see if it would've been useful in taking down the voice. She would teach him to fill a tub with blood! No one ruined her bathing time!
 
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