On the other side of the coin. (Closed for RainingHeat and I)

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

He was trying to calm the thundering heart that threatened to ruin the whole plan. Adrenaline was a good thing sometimes, other times it could ruin one’s ability to act without disaster. This was one of those times where disaster was imminent. He needed to do this calmly or someone could get hurt, or worse, he could fail. He could not fail! His life depended on this working.

From behind his vantage point he had a clear view of the terrain. His eyes had time to adjust to the darkness. He had his car up on a jack just a slight bit. He had been pretending to have to change a wheel for the last hour and a half. People had come to help and he had brushed them away calmly. He couldn’t draw attention to himself, he had to seem like he was part of the furniture so to speak. He hoped no one took too much notice and so far they had not.

Goodnight!

He had been forced to become familiar with her face, her figure, even the sound of her voice, or body language. He had been well trained for what he was about to do. Peering out from the side of his vehicle he saw her. He had to admit she was a sight to behold. It would make the next task a little easier. She was a looker. Licking his lips slowly his mind wandered a little. Thoughts of their bodies intertwined, his hands curled in her hair. The things he would do with her pretty little mouth, and had hands ached to be on her skin. If only he could just-

“What are you doing? Quit daydreaming and do the job! You know what happens when you fail.”

The voice in his ear was roaring with anger, but it was just that, a voice in his ear. Unless you were uncomfortably close to him there would be no way to hear it. He took a second to wonder how the man had managed such a feat without some sort of external equipment. Then a rush of nausea washed over him, perhaps it was better not to know such things.

He rose from where he was crouched and made his way toward the young woman. The sparse street lamps did very little to banish the darkness, quite the opposite really it made the parking area darker. He pulled down his hood to make him appear less threatening. To be honest he was fairly easy on the eyes. While not overtly tall he made up for it with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that would easily make for a place to curl up on. Short dark hair was cropped to his skull, very neatly done. Blue eyes flashed in the light of the nearby as he approached her. His voice was soft, inviting, and deep.

“Excuse me Ma’am. I hate to trouble you but do you have a cell phone? My tire is flat and the nut is rusted on. I can’t get it off. Going to have to get a tow but I didn’t bring my phone apparently.”

He smiled bemusedly and closed the distance between them slowly. Outwardly he was just a man who was having a really bad day, inwardly he was a bundle of nerves. What she couldn’t see was the custom made auto-injector hidden in the pocket of his hoodie. He gave the cap a twist and pushed down with a quiet click.

They were within arms reach and he had to make his move. Lunging forward he circled her slender figure with one large arm. The other dug into his pocket to tug the injector free. He jammed it into her thigh, the spring loaded needle fired as the drug emptied into the muscle. It hit her blood stream in seconds. The intense drowsiness took three heartbeats to take effect. The whole thing was resolved in about ten seconds. Even if she managed to scream before anyone was able to come close enough to see what happened, they were already gone.

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Light, searing, blinding light flooded the room. When he came too he felt pain all over. He started to shake his head to shake out the groggy feeling but it made the room swim. Oh bad idea! Raising a hand to his head he grimaced as he felt blood mat the short hair. Judging by the way his ribs felt, and his arms and legs… he might have fallen down that short, cement flight of stairs; or been pushed.

A thought occurred. Despite the swimming room, and his protesting limbs he made his way over to the chair. There sat the woman he had been forced to take. She was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She could hear though. He tried to speak but nothing came out other than a dry croak. Clearing his throat he tried again.

“Hey, are you alright? Not hurt are you? Listen I know you will likely recognize my voice so I’m not going to lie. I am the guy you met in the parking lot. I abducted you, but not willingly. Listen we don’t have much time to talk. There is a man who is orchestrating all of this. He… he has something I need and if I don’t do what he wants well lets just say I’m a dead man. I’m sorry.”

Unbound himself he reached out to pull off the blindfold. When her eyes adjusted to the light she could see an ugly bruise under his left eye, and a streak of blood matted in his dark hair. He looked like hell, and moved like he felt it too. Slowly he pulled off the gag.

“I can’t remove anymore right now. I have very specific orders on what I can and cannot do. My name is Alex.”

 

[RainingHeat]

It was late. She was tired. It may not sound like a hard job, but modeling could certainly take alot of of one. Perhaps the high priced models, the famous faces, they had it much easier. She, she was on her way up the ladder, but she was not on the same level as the superstars. Someday tho, that was what she told herself on these late nights. Someday... she.. Talen Tyler, would be the face, the body, the name, the superstar.

Talen Tyler... 20 years old... aspiring model. sky blue eyes, and a mane of dark chestnut hair. Her skin was flawless, smooth, supple. She looked like a sensual girl next door.. sweet and innocent in jeans and a tee shirt, alluring and desireable in a long slinky red silk gown. Not to mention, the camera loved her.

http://s1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/RainandHeat/darkhair.jpg

She as destined to be the next superstar model.

But not this night. Not this very late night.

In fact, it was so late, that the parking lot itself was practically empty. The night seemed uncomfortably dark, there was no moon. All that lit up the shadows was the flickering of streetlamps, and those were none to bright. Still, Talen wasn't frightened, not by a long shot. This was her neighborhood, she knew this lot well, had lived her for the better part of the past 2 years. Even with a couple of the lamps having burned out, she felt no fear.

Humming lightly to herself, some nameless tune she had heard while the camera had snapped away, she headed toward her car.

At first, to be honest, she had not even noticed the man approaching her, her mind was elsewhere, and that was one of her first mistakes.

“Excuse me Ma’am. I hate to trouble you but do you have a cell phone? My tire is flat and the nut is rusted on. I can’t get it off. Going to have to get a tow but I didn’t bring my phone apparently.”

"what?" she turned to look at the gentleman, taking a step back from him. For some reason, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a cold, icy chill ran down the length of her spine.

"Oh, sure, yeah" a cell phone. Sure, why not, what could it hurt. She looked away, fishing into her purse to find the requested phone, that was her second mistake...

She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye when he lunged at her. She tried to jump back, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips. She felt his arm around her grabbing her "let go.. NO.. LET GO" the words cut off when she felt a sudden sharp stabbing pain in her thigh... within one blink... two blinks.. the third blinking of her eyes, she felt herself go limp in the stranger's embrace, eyes rolling back, a low whimpering moan all that came from her lips then..

Blackness..... total blackness.....

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"Where am I?" the question seemed pretty harmless, perhaps asked by dozens if not more, people a day. "Where the hell am I??" But surely those people did not open their eyes to darkness, a blindfold stealing their site. Surely those people did not ask that question and find themselves bound, tightly, all movement restricted, captive, helpless. And surely, last but not least, those people who perhaps asked that same simple question, "where the FUCK am I" were not silenced by the gag deeply stuffed in their mouth and tightly secured.

She, Talen, had all these things happening to her at once.

To say she was scared, was an understatement. She was terrified.

She had heard breathing for the better part of the hour she had been conscious. Just breathing. But now, just a few moments ago, movement, a low, dry croak, was that a voice?? "Mmmm mmm" All that came from her was a muffled sound, like the low groaning of someone very, very frightened.

Whoever it was, was coming closer... "Hhhmmmm lmmmmpmmmmm" Her mind was screaming.. HELP.. HELP ME...

“Hey, are you alright? Not hurt are you? Listen I know you will likely recognize my voice so I’m not going to lie. I am the guy you met in the parking lot. I abducted you, but not willingly. Listen we don’t have much time to talk. There is a man who is orchestrating all of this. He… he has something I need and if I don’t do what he wants well lets just say I’m a dead man. I’m sorry.”

Her labored breathing caught when she heard the voice, was it the same voice from the parking lot..???. "Excuse me Ma'am..." The same voice of the man who had lunged at her, grabbed her, and...??? It sounded somewhat the same, she thought. But she was not all that sure , only sure of the pain she felt in her thigh, and then the blackness.

She violently shook her head, trying to talk around that damnable gag.. "Mmmmm ttttmmmmm th.... hhhhmmmmmmllllppmmmmm"

She instinctively drew back when she felt him near, his breathing, the warmth of his body just too close to her. She was shaking, unable to cease the tremors that rocked her bound body. A moment later and she was blinking into the bright lights of the room, her eyes slowly adjusting. Her gaze fell to a young man, she was a bad judge of age, but he wasn't an old man by any means. He was not all that bad looking, despite the bruise under his eye, and.. was that... was that blood in his hair?? Her blood??? Her eyes widened in panic for a moment, until she realized, she felt no real pain, other than her thigh where something had hit her or something. But if she were bleeding, she would know it.. right???? But to be honest, the most striking feature about the guy was his eyes, clear, piercing blue, crystal clear.

When he reached for her again, she jerked back again, "mmmm nnnnnnnnn" the gag was ripped out of her mouth, Talen taking a deep deep cleansing breath...

“I can’t remove anymore right now. I have very specific orders on what I can and cannot do. My name is Alex.”

"Alex?" she repeated, desperately trying to gather her thoughts. "Alex.. let me... let me go Alex... I won't tell anyone, I promise. Let me go, please Alex. I'm scared, please don't hurt me. Let me go" She was frantically looking around the room, but it was sparse, and the light so bright and harsh, it was hard to see any details of the room itself. And who was this guy?? And what other guy was he talking about? Orders? What orders? What man? "Alex, what man? What man is doing this? He's not here. Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone, I promise Alex, please" Slowly, tears wound their way down her cheeks as she struggled in her bindings, trying to loosen, constantly looking for the other man that Alex was talking about.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She was terrified, he could see that even before he removed the blindfold. The slump of her shoulders, the way she moved at every little sound. She looked like a freshly kicked cat. It made his heart sink. As he began removing bindings she came more alive, between fear, hope, and fear again she bounced like a ping pong ball. He felt nauseous, but was unsure the source. Was it due to the sheer amount of damage to his body, or that look in her eyes. Either way he was sickened. In the light he was able to examine her better than the meager light the evening had allowed.

There was no way to tell what time of day it was, the obvious basement they were in had no real source of light, it was all artificial. His stomach gave him a good estimation that he had been out for a while though. He caught himself looking at her, just looking at her. Her clothing was still intact and most of the makeup too. All except what was smeared through tears, the blindfold and gag. Somewhere deep down he remarked that the fear she displayed heightened her beauty. It made the pupils dilate, her lips plump as her pulse skyrocketed.

The pleas of the captured. How many times had he heard this tale? Please let me go no one will know, I won’t tell anyone, no one else is here. He gave a weary, resigned sigh and simply pointed upward toward the lens sticking from the wall, the little blinking red light that told the whole story. He spoke in a voice resigned , dejected, devoid of hope.

“I would be quite content to let you go and maybe have us both get out of here, but as I said without what I need, I wouldn’t make it very far. So if I feel you are in danger, life threatening danger I will free you. Until that point I’m sorry but I can’t just let you go.”

She could see the reaction on his face, the fact that he hated having to say that to her. He hated everything about this situation. He couldn’t keep looking into those eyes, he could not watch hope flicker and die. So he turned on his heels and walked toward the other end of the room. There was a sink and he walked too it, let the water run for a moment. Then he stuck a drinking glass beneath the flow. Turning back toward her with an apologetic smile.

“Here, I imagine you are thirsty. I promise there isn’t anything in this… just water. We could be here from some time, you are going to need to keep your strength up.”

He tipped the glass toward her lips, and pressed the rim close. He didn’t force her, if she chose to drink it was up to her, he was just trying to help in any way he could. After a moment he removed the glass and set it on a near by table. It would be there if she wanted more. He sat down wearily in another chair near hers. He raised his eyes to hers and spoke in a quiet tone.

“So what is your name?”