Convicted (closed for DracnKitten)

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James slipped in the mud, cursing loudly as he scrambled to his feet. The sounds of hounds sounded off in the distance and lent his feet speed to keep running. He'd made it out, that'd been the easy part. The hard part was going to be staying out. He kept running, his breath coming ragged as he ran for what felt like hours, finally finding his way to the abandoned lot he'd bee running to. He prayed his cousin had done what he'd promised, otherwise his escape would be very short lived.

James Blest had been found guilty by a jury of his 'peers' of the crime of murder. Did they care that the man had deserved what he'd gotten? That he'd been a two timing thief? That he'd come home and found the man fucking his girlfriend? Of course not. All they cared about was the fact that man had been shot three times and his girlfriend another two. They'd sentenced him to life, but James had other ideas. It took him the better part of five years to figure out how to escape, five years locked in a cell, brewing toilet wine to avoid shower beatings and rape. He was out now though, and he'd be damned if he was going back.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching, an orange jumpsuit tended to stick out, before ducking into the decrepit tool shed. He smiled as he saw the stuff his cousin had promised. A change of clothes and a box of pepper. He changed clothing and then took the box of pepper and spread it all over the hut. The pepper would irritate the hounds sensitive noses and throw them off the hunt. He rolled poured the last of the pepper around the outside of the hut and quickly ran off, praying his ruse worked.

He made his way into town, skirting the main downtown area before making his way to his cousins house. It was a risk, but he promised he'd come by before he fled. He needed to collect some things from the house anyhow. He left quickly, his pockets bulging with cash and weed, a gun tucked into the back of his jeans.

He headed down the street, setting off to leave town once and for all when he heard the sound of a loud bell. He nearly jumped out of his shoes, thinking it was an alarm or a siren. James laughed slightly as he realized what it was. School was out. He shook his head and turned the corner. And that's when he saw her. His jaw nearly dropped. She was stunning, in her school uniform. He felt himself grow hard instantly and knew he had to have her. But he had to get out of town... no time for distractions... right?
 
Marie Flores was 18, beautiful, and completely pure. Her auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders as she smiled and waved to her classmate. SHe had no idea what awaited her across the street and around the corner, how could she?

Having lived a sheltered life, in a private school where all of her classes had been devoid of the opposite sex until her senior year, she was the most innocent thing you could come across. Dark brown eyes were filled with a light that only youth could answer for.

Of course, her body spoke volumes abut the woman she would one day be.

Her hourglass figures was not hidden beneath the nutrally colored school uniform. Her long legs seemed only longer with the stockings to cover the lower part of them, and the blouse was tailored to compliment her chest and waist. Her hips flared appealingly.

She crossed the street with her eyes a bit down- she barely ever made eye contact, and she rushed- so as not to inconveniance anyone waiting for her to pass. She was oblivious to the world around her, drifting in a peaceful bubble of middle class suburbian life.

She wondered, silently, what she would make for dinner, and if she would have time to read a story to her younger brother before putting him down for bed. Perhaps her mother would even get home from work early enough to catch up on the day . . . but if not there was always tomorrow morning.

Looking up just as she passed James, she smiled sweetly and blushed a bit. Her innocence nearly resounded from the gentle, silent greeting. If there was ever such a thing as easy prey, she was the embodyment of the dictionary definition.


 
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Jame's eyes roamed up and down her body as she passed him, noting the shy nervous smile she gave him. His manhood twitched slightly as he nearly lost his footing as he turned to watch her backside as she walked past him. No time he told himself. Stop this, turn back and get to that bus station now... His feet didnt listen though and he found himself following after her, his hands pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up to hide his face.

Her hips had him mesmerized. She hadn't realized he was following her yet and he licked his lips as he watched her sway. He could tell she was nervous, she walked faster than normal, rushed like she was going somewhere, not with a purpose but more like she was trying to escape from something. Not today he thought to himself with an evil smirk as he tailed her, increasing his pace to match hers, his eyes still glued on her ass as her skirt swished back and forth. This was the type of attention he didnt need, he was trying to escape, not land himself back in the pen. Again he didn't listen to reason, coming up right behind her, his manhood straining the denim of his jeans. "So hey, where are you headed? It's sort of a rough neighborhood, let me take you somewhere safe..." He said coming up right next to her, watching her breasts move up and down out of his peripheral vision.
 
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Marie didn't notice the man following ehr at first, but the further she got away from the school, the more aware she was that she was being followed. She felt nervois, and began to rush a bit more. She tried not to look as if she knew he was there as she let her head drop some.

The faster she moved the faster he made ground on her.

She nearly jumped when she heard him speak, covering her mouth. She Looked down a bot more and let her hair fall into her face as she hurried a bit more.

"Um, thank you, but I'll be okay. I'm alomst home anyway." Her voice trembled as she spoke, she was obviously quite nervous. SHe couldn't have realized the real danger she posed to him, but she must have understood that he was SOME kind of danger.

Letting the gap between them widen, she grabbed her bookbag tighter and silently urged she small feet to move faster, her slender legs to stretch further, and the rest of her not to panic.

He was just a harmless man . . . right?
 
You haven't done anything yet James. Just turn around and get out of town. Dont be an idiot, we both know what you're thinking and it's a REALLY dumb idea... he knew his brain was right, but his brain wasn't the body part doing the thinking anymore. He could tell he'd spooked her, not that he was surprised, his choice of words hadn't exactly been reassuring, five years in the hole hadn't done a lot for his social skills, and she began increasing her pace trying to put some distance between them.

James hustled forward coming to stand beside her again as she practically ran forward away from him. Yeap not suspicious at all... He looked around briefly and saw no one watching and his hand came up, clamping onto her slender arm to slow her down. The feeling of her skin on her forearm sent an electric jolt through his body, making him want this even more. "Look I'm sorry, but I really need you to come with me. And dont yell." He said, his other arm bringing up the small pistol he'd taken from his cousins house, poking it into her ribs.
 
Marie jerked when she felt the large hand wrap around her arm, and she would haev cried ut, but the pistol cut that short as she covered her mouth with her other hand. Shaking her head she fought two different ideas. One- go along quietly like they always said you should, and Two- scream and take the chance that he wouldn't really shoot her.

She bit her lips . . that probably wasn't the best idea. Fromt he look in his eyes, he wasn't quite right and . . . she had a strange feelign that he WOULD shoot if he had too. Tears welled and she tried to pull away. His grip was a bit painful on ehr slender arm, but she knew that it would be nothing compared to what he could do to her.

As the possibilities rushed through herm ind she shook her head and whimpered.

"Please, I don't want to go with you. I just want to go home. I have to take care of my little brother." It was a plea, a quick attept at guilting the man into letting her go as she looked upat him with her big dark eyes.
 
Bloody hell, what have you gotten yourself into now he thought to himself as he listened to the girl's pleas. So much for slipping out of town unnoticed. Whatever, another part said to him, look at that body, how could we possibly pass that up? Jame's took a moment to ponder whether or not he was truly going insane before pressing the barrel of the gun more roughly into the girl's side. "Look, I'll level with you. I'm an escaped con, I haven't seen a woman in nearly three years and I haven't been with one in over five." He smiled sinisterly, committing his mind to the evil he was about to commit. "Now you can probably guess what's coming so I'll lay it out for you simply, don't struggle, don't yell out too much and you'll live to see your little brother again..." He left the words hanging in the air, punctuating them by digging the gun into her back as he moved behind her and his erection into her rear.

One arm came forward, wrapping around her waist and yanking her back, pedaling backwards into an alley off the main street. It was the type of alley that seemed to only exist for the purpose of nefarious dealings. Dimly lit, littered with trash who knows how many dark deeds had taken place in its shadows. Drug deals, assaults, maybe even murders. And now rape. James cringed inwardly at the sound of that word in his mind. He'd always had a moral line he wouldn't cross, but his animal lust was tearing him past that line, entering a whole new realm of degradation he could never have anticipated. Before he knew what was happening he had the little schoolgirl slammed up against the alley wall, pawing and groping her with wild abandon.
 
Marie tried not to cry out as a faint tinge of pain sank into her ribs where the barell of the gun dug in. She even managed not to do more than give a little sob as the man moved behind her, making quite apparant his erection.

Her mind rushed over what he had said as she trembled, moving back with him, stumbling over her feet and his, only to find herself breathlessly forced upa gainst a wall at th emercyof his hands.

For a long moment the world stood still as he groped her roughly, and tears ran down her cheeks. A convict? Rape? She had never even been with a man before! Hell,s he'd only barely explored her own body, and she'd never seen a man naked except for in those movies where you see them from behind sometimes during quick love scenes.

It was then that she snapped out of it and strated to squirm, pushing agianst him and fighting her own tremors as she tried to wriggle from his grasp.

"Please! I- I've never had sex! I've never even . . . been . . . I-" She couldn't make herself say the words as the thougths ran through her head. She could only imagine all the thing she could do to her- would- if she didn't just lay still. But then again, how could she . . . this had to be the worst thing to ever happen to her.

"PLEASE!" Her cry was loud and sharp as she barely managed not to sob.
 
James looked out to the street in fear at her loud cry. The part of his brain that was telling him this was a bad idea and not to bring attention to himself was starting to sound a lot smarter. But James was too deep now, to committed to the crime. He roughly forced his hand over her mouth as he pressed her hard against the cold brick wall with his whole body. Her squirming caused her to grind against his straining erection, making him moan out slightly as he thrust his hips forward against her, half dry humping her as he tried to hold her still. Her words had registered with him. She was a virgin. A girl as fine as hers and James was going to get to have her first. He felt like he was going to lose it in his pants right there.

"You've never even what?" He asked, his breath moving out heavy as he continued grinding against her. "Even had anything as big as this before?" The voice coming out of his mouth no longer sounded familiar to him, it sounded sinister and evil. Jame's free hand slipped down the girl's body, ducking under he skirt, rubbing at her pussy through her panties. "I won't be too rough... I promise..." His eyes and grin letting her know that he was lying.
 
Marie almost screamed behind the hand that covered her mouth, pushing against him harder as she jerked agianst the wall. SHe found herself only making the situation worse, and fear began to take over- panic began to really set in.

Through his pants she could feel his cock,s training, and she knew that even if her were gentle- which she was almost sure he wouldn't be- it would be painful for her. SHe pulled at his shirt and clawed at his chest throughit, doing whatever she could try to get free.

Then she felt his hand beneath her skirt and she did scream- loudly. She was trying to shake her head, trying to pull away- but all she did was scrape her back ang hit her head against the brick wall, not to mention grind harder against the hand that now carressed her most private areas roughly.

She had to get free, she just had to. She tried slapping him, hauling back as far as the wall would allow and swinging with her hand open as whide as she could make it.

She didn't know what she would do if she didn't actually manage to get free. SHe didnt' want to lose her virginity like this!
 
James growled angrily as his she struggled against him, raising his hand and smacking her hard against her face. His sweatshirt threatened to tear as she ripped and pulled on it. In response he tore at her panties, hearing a slight rip as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her sex before catching the rest of her panties in his hand. He was just about to rip them off from under her skirt when she shrieked loudly, causing him to look up in alarm. "You bitch!" He snarled, slamming her back against the wall. "I told you not to scream... goddamnit..." He swore, bringing the pistol up to within her vision. "Now shut up and just take what's coming to you..." He began to loosen the belt on his jeans, unzipping his fly to unleash his now throbbing erection when a noise besides the girl's sobbing caught his attention.

"I heard something from down here man, sounded like a girl screaming." James swore under his breath as he clamped a hand over the girl's mouth, holding her body close to his to keep her from struggling. What now? The rational part of his brain was laughing at him now, telling him this was what he got for being an idiot. Two men poked their heads into the alley, their eyes widening when they saw the sobbing girl and Jame's holding her tight. "What the hell is..." The man didnt finish, ducking back out of the alley as James fired the gun towards him, not trying to hit him but only scare him. Jesus what was he doing? "Sorry miss, looks like you're coming with me..." He said as he pulled her after him, fleeing out the backside of the alley. All his effort to avoid attention had failed him. Now he had to work on plan B... hostage situation.
 
Marie cired out as she was aslapped, the tears she had been trying to keep back came flowing forward. As she felt him begin to rip at her panties she began to really sob, doing everythin she cuold to make his job more difficult. When the gun came up into her view she froze and just sobbed harder, trying to imagine herself elsewhere. She had begun to close her eyes and imagine herself vanishing into the wall. Then she heard the voices.

She was just about to cry out for help when she felt teh hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She tried to yell behind it, but whens he saw the men she was caught like a doe in headlights, frozen and silent, her eyes pleading. For a moment there was hope. For a moment she thought she might get out of this in decent condition.

Then she heard the gun shot and she screamed behind the hand, stumbling as the man holding her captive began to run down teh alley. SHe shook her head and pulled at his hand, she just wanted to go home.

God, why her?

She tried not to feel his muscles tensed against her, and she tried not to smell him. Maybe if she believed hard enough God would get her out of this. But she was beginning tow onder. Here she was, being dragged along with an escaped convict. SH ehad no idea how many shots he had left in the pistol, or how many times he could reload.

She didn't even know if she would make it out alive.

Half an hour ago she wasn't worried about anythign but dinner and getting her little brother to do his homework. Now she was afraid for her body and life.
 
Holding the girl's wrist in a vice-like grip he ran as fast as he could, dragging her behind him. Why couldn't he have just stuck to the original plan?! He'd be out of town and safe, now he just knew he'd have every fucking black and white in the county on him in a matter of minutes. Fuck fuck fuck he thought to himself as he ran, hearing the crying mess of a girl doing her best to keep from falling all over herself. This was her fault one part of his brain started thinking. No girl dressed like that could think anything but what was happening to her now was going to happen. Did that even make sense? Jesus stop rationalizing and just run the other part of his brain screamed. In the background he heard the telltale wail of sirens. Time to hide.

"Don't make anymore fucking noise... I swear to god!" He yelled at her as they ran, waving the gun in front of her for emphasis. He turned the corner and the wail of sirens got louder, his face paled slightly. They'd find him soon.. he had to hide. An old abandoned storage building loomed ahead of him and he grabbed the girl roughly once more, dashing towards it, testing the door and finding it locked. He stepped back, brought his foot up and crashed it through the weakened door, popping it open. With one last look around to make sure the coast was clear he grabbed his hostage by the hair, dragging her into the musty building.
 
The girl gave a sob of fear and pain as she was dragged along, the gun waving at her. SHe was trying her best not to make any noise, but it was hard when you were terrified. She was mindlessly trying to do everything he aske,d, and failing.

She gave another cry, short and sharp,a s he grabbed her hair and threw her into the ware house. By the time things got quiet she was whimpering and squirming, her hands grabing at his trying to pull her hair free.

"Please- Please let me go. I won't tell anyone anything about you . . . I'll just go home and pretend it never happened."

She was looking up at him with big, tear-filled eyes. Her voice was soft enough that it was obvious she was making an effort not to make too much noise, although her sobs were still loud here and there.

"I didn't mean to get you into more trouble . . really . . I just . . I just wanna go . . . " she broke down into more sobs as she continued to pulla t her hair. Her entire body was trembling, and she looked liek a frightened child. A very well endowed child, but a child all the same.

"I swear. . . "

It wasn't that she wanted to be trouble,s he just didn't know how not to be. SHe didnt' want to lose her virginity to a . . a convict . . . and she certainly didnt' want to do so in a drty warehouse. Her knees were raw within monites of being pulled into teh dark room, nd she could practically feel the dust liftin from teh ground into the air.

She was trying to use her brain to gain ehr freedom, but the problem with terror was that it often made your brain stop working, and she was well on ehr way to just plain talking too much- even if quietly.

"Just wanna go home . . ."
 
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James kept himself close to one of the windows, peeking out of the corner. He watched a cop car come down the empty street, patrolling silently, creeping along looking for any sign of trouble. James ignored the girl's quiet pleas till the car had rolled on and then he looked down at her, realizing that he was still gripping her by the hair, causing her a great deal of distress. She's the one that got you into it by not just taking it right James, the voice inside his head said again. I think now would be a good time to teach her that lesson. The other voice, what was left of his decent human side told him that he needed to let her go, let her lead the cops off in the wrong direction while he fled.

James was done listening to his decent human side.

"I told you to be quiet. I told you that it would be nice and easy if you hadn't struggled. I told that I would be gentle. But you just wouldn't shut up would you?!" His voice was rising, getting more and more angry as his eyes reflected his caged madness. "Well girl. This isn't going to be gentle now." He cocked the gun, aiming it right between her eyes as his other hand worked the fly on his jeans, lowering it the rest of the way as he advanced towards her, fishing his once more growing erection out of his pants as he stalked towards her. "You're going to take this now anyway I want to give it to you." He stood over her, his now fully hardened cock mere inches from her face.
 
Marie trembled, shrinking back from him. She was silent for the first time as the gun came closer to her. She just gave a small whimper and swalloed hard, trying not to make any more noise.

SHe was beiginning to realize that she was in a very bad position.

Her eyes fell to his cock as he stalked towards her, and she tried not to shirk away from it. SHe rtied not to show too much fear, or to anget him any more. It seemed like she had already done a fantastic job of that.

"Please! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to . . to . . " She crumbled into tears again as his cock stopped not too terribly far from her face.

"I can't do this . . please . . . . " SHe had never seen a cock, never touched one, tasted one, fellt one, or had one inside of her. Terror was sinking deeper into her bones every second,a nd his anger wasn't helping any. She tried to crawl away form him, moving backwards, but she didnt' know where she wuld go, even if she could get away.

"Please, don't hurt me . . . "

It was the first time she ahd asked for that concession, somethign she should have thought of much earlier.

"Please."
 
James listened to her whine as he drew closer, listened to her beg and plead for him not to do what he was intent on doing, and rather than spark any sort of mercy in him he found her pleading only made him harder, made him want to use her even more. He looked down his body, hardened from years of prison exercise and a lack of good food to indulge in. His cock was quivering now, and as she spoke the heat of her breath tickled his head, causing it to spasm slightly, making James' knees tremble.

She began retreating away from him, but he just stepped forward, overtaking her easily and before long she had backed herself against a wall, his cock still mere inches from her. With another small shuffle he allowed himself to move forward ever so slightly, his hardened member now brushing her lips, nearly enough to make him lose it right there. All the while she whined and sobbed. "You really make too much noise. I think you need something to shut you up." He pushed his hips forward, his cock now pressing against her lips, trying to invade her small mouth. He brought the gun up and placed it right on her forehead. "You do me right.... or so help me." He warned menacingly as he head pressed roughly against her lips.
 
MArie sobbed as she pinned herself to teh wall, but that was nothing compared to the sheer terror that rippled thorugh her as the col pistol made contact with her forehead. She didn't want any of this. She didn't ask for it, and she certainly didn't want to comply . . . but what choice did she have?

Opening her mouth, she allowed his cock between her lips, her tongue instinctually arching up to make contact wit hthe hot flesh. SHe was still sobbing, even as she began to work his cock. She dodn't even know what she was doing, she was just trying to stay alive.

With novice clumsiness, she sucked on the head of his cock,t rying not to look up at him,t rying to foget the barrell of th pistola gianst her head, as she filled her mouth with his large, swollen cock.

She tried not to notice his hard body, as wwll. On anyone else, it would have been attractive. On him, it was fear inspiring.

She tried not to cry any more than she already was as the first part of her purity was taken away.
 
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The girl obviously had not been lying about her virginal state. She wasn't very good. Her touch was clumsy and she struggled dealing with his large erection in her mouth. And James barely noticed. He was in heaven. All her clumsiness didn't change the fact that it was the first sexual contact he had had with anyone other than himself in over five years. As soon as his head passed her lips his free hand shot out, catching the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth. She sobbed quietly as she sucked on his cock.

He felt his orgasm growing quickly. Like a lightning bolt the sensations shot through his body. He looked down his body, licking his lips lustily as he watched her bob up and down on his swollen member, her breasts heaving as she trembled in fear. This was power he thought to himself as she sucked on him. He groaned heavily as his balls tightened up. His hand pushed her head forward, forcing her to take him all the day in as the first of his load thundered up the shaft of his cock. James threw his head back and bit his lip to keep from yelling out as he unloaded himself into her throat, his hand staying clamped on the back of her head, forcing her to swallow every last bit.
 
Marie choked on the cock as it was forced into her mouth a moment sooner than she anticipated, and she certainly wasn't ready for teh cum that filled it only a few minutes later. She choked and sputtered as she tried her hardest swallow it all- havin gno choice in teh matter- even as she struggled. She wanted to get free, and the taste of his cum was enough to make her fight again.

A bit of it drippled from an open corner of her mouth as she tried to pull away, and when she was finally released she wiped at it tearfully. She continued to tremble at his feet asd she moved back a little, staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Please . . please let me go now . . . "

She knew there was little chance that he would, but she had to try. As she fell back onto her butt her slirt flipped up and her partially torn panties began to show. She reached down to tuck her skirt back down but it wasn't 'soon enough, and her modesty was certainly wasted by that time.

"I just wanna go home. . . "
 
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James' first orgasm had come quickly, thundering through him, leaving him feel drained, but hardly finished. His passion was now fully aroused and he knew that before the night was over he would do things that would corrupt his soul for eternity. But he didn't care anymore. He looked down at the girl, feeling a surge of power as she sobbed quietly, his spunk dribbling off her lips as she tried to huddle up away from him. Her fear acted as an aphrodisiac and before he knew it his cock was rock hard again. He saw her tattered panties peeking out from under her little skirt and let out a heavy breath as he grabbed her hair again, tugging her to her feet.

"I'm not done with you yet..... slut." He snarled. "We're going to have a little more fun before I decide what to do with you." With that he spun her around, slamming her body into the wall, ample breasts squashed against the cold wood as his hand reached up her skirt, fondling her ass and ripping her panties off as he manhood pressed against her hot flesh. He heard her crying again and smiled evilly, the head of his cock pressing against the lips of her pussy. "What's wrong bitch? Don't I make you hot?" He whispered into her ear as he pushed himself forward, the head of his cock parting her outer lips as he pinned her against the wall.

"WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!" The noise flooded the space they were in and James swore loudly, pulling himself back from the girl. "Always ruining my fucking fun!" He swore loudly, his voice tinged with rage and madness. "I'VE GOT A HOSTAGE! I'LL KILL THIS BITCH!!" He yelled back out as he pulled the girl close to him again, pistol pressed to the side of her head.
 
Marie cried out loudly as he grabbed her hair again, and she tried to pull away, but was against the wall, her breath momentarily lost, before she could even struggle. Sher tears came quicker, her sobs harder, as she felt his hadns on her body, his cock agianst her ass as he ripped her panties off.

She tried to struggle against teh wall, her face pressed against the wood as she sobbed.

"Pelease, stop, PLEASE!"

She was begging when she heard the police, and she froze, confused. It wasn't until he spun her around and put the gun to her head that she released the scream. Pressing back into his chest, she tried not to move, tried not to cry too louydly. She didn't want to make him any angrier at her again.

"Please . . please don't kill me . . . " It was almost a whisper, her fear now so great that she could barely speak. Besides, she knew that her pleading wuld do little good, she just couldn't stop herself.

"Please . . . "
 
Jame's pressed the gun more firmly to her temple, the wail of sirens,her cries and pleas all mixing within his head. He groaned slightly in pain as his head felt like it was about to split open. Too much sensation happening all it once. Suddenly James felt like his head was a little clearer, like he could think again. He looked down at the girl held tightly against his body, felt his erection poking into her ass and noticed the quivering of his hand as he pressed the gun to her temple. Jesus Christ what was he doing?!

He let the girl go, looking at her with confusion in his eyes, the gun still aimed towards her as he tried to piece together the situation he was in. Then he heard the sirens again, more cop cars approaching and he remembered where he was, remembered taking the girl, ah shit what had he done? What was happening to his head....? The girl was sobbing, begging for her life, not a good sign. "Look... I, I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm not going to kill you. Honestly... I just... I cant let you go..." James realized he'd need a hostage if he hoped to escape. "Please.... just go sit in the corner while I figure all this out." He felt as if he'd just woken up from a dream. He hadn't felt this way since.... the night he'd been arrested. Shit... he needed to think quickly but his brain was still in slow mode. Fuck fuck fuck, what now?
 
Marie began to feel fear turn into confusion as she was pushed away from her captor. She looked at him strangely, but when he told her to go sit in the corner she didn't waste any time. She nearly ran to the corner and pressed herself into it, wrapping ehr arms around her knees as she sat down. She hugged her knees tightly, laying her chin on them as she cried. She didn't want to take her eyes off of him, now that she couldn't judge what he would do next.

She wasn't going to argue, not one bit. As much as she wanted to get out of the warehouse adn away from the man, she knew it was safer just to do what he said.

"Why are you doing this? Why me?" SHe was staring upa t him with tear-filled eyes from ocross the room, wtaching the way he shook, the way his stance was tensed.

"I don't understand. They aren't going to let you out."
 
He peeked out the window again, seeing three cop cars out front now, the wail of distant sirens suggesting there were even more on there way. He swore softly under his breath. Something was happening to him, he wasn't sure what it was yet, but he knew his chance of escaping unnoticed had passed a long time ago. He looked back at the girl. What the hell had he been thinking? Sure she was attractive, breasts that just begged for attention, and sure she was pretty much the finest piece he'd seen in five years, but he'd never done anything like this before? Why now?

He turned to look at her as she began to talk again. The way her lips moved brought up that other part of him again, but he forced it down, knowing he needed to think now. "I don't know..." he admitted softly when she asked why he was doing what he was doing. "I know they're not going to let me go! That's why I have you! You're my ticket out of here, so please just shut up.. I need to think..." demands, he'd have to make demands, a car or a helicopter to escape in, something to give him the head start he'd need to flee the state... god those legs, the things he wanted to do to her right now. What the fuck?! Focus you idiot! Demands... right demands, okay he still had the girl, still had some power... "Get up, come here," He demanded, holding her arm, trying not to be too rough anymore, letting the gun rest gently on her side as he walked them over to the window. "LISTEN UP! I'VE GOT A GIRL UP HERE AND IF YOU DON'T BACK OFF I'LL SPLATTER HER BRAINS ALL ACROSS THE CONCRETE OUT THERE!" He screamed out to the cops waiting below. "I'm sorry...." he whispered, barely audible as he pulled Marie back.


Down on the street the police sergeant nodded his head and mumbled his affirmation as he switched off the car radio. "Chief is headed down here, bringing a negotiator with him. Says we aren't going to do anything until they get here, and we certainly aren't going in. Let's just hope that bastard doesn't butcher that kid while we're sitting here with our thumbs up our asses.." He threw his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out angrily.
 
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