The Captive

Lateral

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OOC: Hey folks. This thread's open to everyone, so feel free to just jump in with a character. Now, with that out of the way...

IC: In the distance, the sound of a police siren could be heard: Paul could barely keep from laughing as he realised that they had gotten away and that the cops would never find them. He was a rich man, he pondered as he descended into the dimly lit basement of his house.
But his joy was short-lived. With the help of his accomplice, Paul carried the unconscious woman over to a plain wooden chair, which they lowered her into, holding her in a sitting position.
"Jesus, man," Paul muttered to his partner-in-crime, frowning darkly, "What the fuck have you done? This was meant to be a bank robbery, not a kidnapping. And she's fucking seen your face. You screwed up big time."
Paul was 34, and he looked no older or younger: and, though he had seen better days, he was still ruggedly handsome. Despite his unexceptional height and build he carried with him an air of confidence, of authority, which would intimidate many lesser men. His eyes were dark brown, nearly black; as was his hair, trimmed quite short. He wore a plain black shirt and jeans.
"Tie her up. Gag her." he commanded the other man, before glancing over his shoulder at the stairs descending into the basement.

OOC: ...And there you go. Like I said before, this thread's free for everyone, so feel free to jump in with a character. I'll be playing Paul, but besides him, we need someone to play the female captive and someone to play the other crim depicted in this scene. Anyone else who wants to join in could play another member of the bank robbery team (Male or female) - though I'd rather keep the team to three or four members. If you have an idea for any other characters (Witnesses, cops etc.) I would appreciate you running the idea past me (Either in the thread or by PM, whichever you prefer) before jumping in. Thanks, and I look forward to RPing with you. :)
 
Angelique...kidnapped

Profile: a young {32yrs.of age }married, spoiled and pampered, high class female with long dark hair, big brown eyes...and a body to die for...


My eyes blinked open...I looked around, panic stricken...I noticed two men, talking amongest themselves, but I wasn't really aware of what they were saying to each other...

OH MY GOD...WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE? WHERE WAS I ? I tried to make sense of all this...all of a sudden, I realized that I was tied up, bound to a chair...with a gag in my mouth. And I saw these two strange men, one very tall one who was looking at me, standing over me....

All of a sudden, it hit me...I remembered I had been in the bank, depositing my husband's check, when several men burst in, holding guns...I must have fainted, because I really couldn't recall much more than that...only now...here I was...in some dank, smelly basement, being held captive...

I WAS AFRAID....VERY AFRAID ! WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME ? I stuggled hopelessy againest my bonds...it was useless I knew. OH GOD ... SOMEONE HELP ME !!!! I thought, but I couldn't even scream....

Just then, I looked up at the tall man, who was glaring down at me...he seemed so cruel, and I felt so helpless....
 
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Paul

OOC: Glad to have you aboard, angelique. Great character! :D

IC: Paul stopped midsentence as he noticed that the captive had regained consciousness. He could see the fear in her eyes already, and for a brief moment he felt deep pity and guilt: but then it was gone, for he knew the importance of keeping his composure, and had long ago learnt how to suppress unneeded emotions.
Paul took a few steps towards the woman, setting his expression into stone. "You're awake," he stated flatly. "I need you to listen to me very closely for a moment, because I'm only going to say this once. You are our captive. We do not want to hurt you, so I advise that you do not give us REASON to hurt you. Understand?"
The man paused for a minute, looking at his silent captive. "I take it you do. Good. So stay quiet, and do what we say."
Paul turned his back on the woman and approached his partner in crime once more, leaning close to the man to whisper, "Fucking hell. What now?"
 
the partner in crime

Mako: a long haired ex- biker, who has a rap sheet at least two pages long, more or less a career criminal... muscled arms covered with tatooes, doesn't have much compassion for anyone...described as downright mean and nasty, with a severe sinister streak...

" Fuckin hell. What now ?"

Mako looked at the helpless female captive, as if seeing her for the first time. Somehow, he knew Paul, his partner in this crime, blamed him for this bitch even being here. Well, it wasn't his fault, that this lady had fainted when he had held the gun to her pretty little head. He had no choice but to take her as a hostage, throwing the stupid , dumb bitch over his shoulder and dragging her along. Not only that, but she had seen both of their faces.

" Maybe we could like, hold her for ransom or something. I think she is wearing a wedding ring on her finger." he suggested.

" Yeah, but it was supposed to be a robbery, not a kidnapping." Paul insisted.

" She is kind of goodlooking, ain't she ? Maybe we could have some fun with her, before we give her back to whoever...'

" Are you crazy ?" Paul asked, disgusted.

Mako looked at her...the tears falling from her terrified eyes, her breasts heaving from her sobs, silenced by the gag in her mouth... she was in the wrong place at the wrong time...was all... he didn't feel sorry for her...just excited at the prospect that they had been given an extra bonus...
 
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Paul

OOC: Glad to have you aboard, mako. Your character is perfect, just what I had in mind.

IC: Paul frowned even heavier as he looked at Mako. He knew he shouldn't expect anything else from a criminal like Mako, but sometimes the man's lack of mercy could really get on his nerves. Still, they were partners; he didn't dare say anything, much less act on it. Plus there was the fact that he had known few guys as frightening as Mako - Paul was smart enough to know not to get on the ex-biker's bad side.
"Jesus. I don't know," Paul muttered, glancing again at the captive. "Married, too. Damnit. I need a drink."

And with that, he turned to leave the basement, making towards the stairs with a purposeful stride.
 
Both men were frightening, but when the tall one with the shorter dark hair muttered something and went upstairs, leaving me alone with the other one, I was even more afraid than I had been before. He stood over me, a twisted cruel smile on his lips, his arms covered with tatooes, but it was his eyes that scared me the most, they seemed if they were deviod of any compassion...and he was clearly enjoying watching me suffer in fear.
Suddenly this menace siezed my finger, trying to remove the wedding ring, but it wouldn't budge, it was on my finger too tight ! Oh God...NO....anything but that !!!! I screamed silently, it meant so much to me. I felt the tears began again...this time out of anger and frustration, more than fear.
To my delight, he soon gave up, seeing that it wasn't going to come off so easily.
" That thing must be glued on your finger !" he muttered, reaching into his pocket, to pull out a folded knife...opening it in the blink of an eye. The blade shined under the single lightbulb...
I felt a shiver of pure fear, travel up my spine...and a lump in my throat, after realizing what he intended to do...I started stuggling againest the ropes, even though I knew it was hopeless...he took a step towards me, an evil grin on his face....

OH MY GOD...THIS MONSTER OF A MAN IS ACTUALLY GOING TO CUT OFF MY FINGER TO GET TO MY RING !!! I screamed silently, behind the gag. I had never felt more helpless in all my life....
 
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Paul

Paul came down the stairs with a bottle of bourbon just in time - and, with a sudden yell, ran forwards and put a hand on Mako's shoulder.
"Woah, woah, stop! What the fuck are you doing?" he asked of the man, frowning at the knife in his hand.
And then, he turned to face the captive.
For the first time, he gave her a good inspection, and noticed that she was actually very beautiful - he guessed that she was in her late 20s, and she had a wonderful figure...
He shook his head. No, he couldn't afford to think like that, he reminded himself. Turning once more to Mako, he muttered, "Please consult me before pulling any crazy stunts like that. You'll get us both in really deep shit if you're not careful. We've gotta think this one through."
 
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Mako grinned, placing the knife back in his pocket, and took the bottle of bourbon, tilting it back and taking a big swig. Wincing from the burning liquid, he wiped his mouth with his hand. He didn't need that bitches wedding ring anyway, he told himself...he was a very rich man now, after all they had just pulled off a successful bank robbery. Besides, if Paul didn't want him to cut off her finger, yet...then so be it. Mako considered him a mastermind of sorts, Paul had planned out the bank job, and he trusted him. In fact, Paul was the ONLY person he had ever trusted.

"Don't you think we better find out who this bitch is ?" Mako asked.
He glared down at the captive. "Listen up, sweetcheeks, I'm going to remove the gag for a minute, and if you scream...I'll cut off all of your fingers, and NOBODY will stop me this time. You understand ?"

She nodded her pretty little head...
 
Once the filthy gag was removed, I took a few deep breaths, trying to control my nausea caused by the constant fear I felt. I realized that these two criminals were staring at my round, firm breasts heaving as I did.Oh God...the last thing I wanted to do was entice them...
" That's so much better. I promise I won't scream...but please...don't put that thing back in my mouth ! I'll do anything you want...if you just let me go !"
They bothed laughed.
" I swear, I won't tell anybody what you look like...oh please...please believe me...I promise !" I begged them.

I knew that they did not believe a single word I said. Trying not to appear to desperate, but increase my chances of survival, {there was no telling what they would do to me } I said, in the calmest voice that I could manage...
" My husband is very rich. He would gladly pay anything...to get me back ! We won't go to the police...nobody will have to know...but if you hurt me...I'm sure he would use all the resources possiable, to track you down and bring you both to justice !!!"

I hoped I didn't go to far, in saying that.....
 
Paul

"Justice?" Paul said with a smirk. "Don't talk about justice. Justice is dead nowadays. Nobody's bringing us to 'justice'. Understand?"
With that said, Paul leaned over and brought his face to within inches of their captive's face. "Now listen. Why don't you start by telling us who you are, and who this rich husband of yours is? Hell, maybe I'll even consider letting you go. And maybe... just maybe... I'll stop my friend here from touching you. Speak."
 
'' As I said, my husband, Kenneth Lewis , is a very wealthy man, who owns a large defence contract corporation, but his brother Bryon is the District Attorney. You two, being involved in crime, may have heard of him."
I watched his face for a reaction, but he just stared at me. My whole body hurt, from being bound to this chair, and I was so thristy...maybe this info would prevent me from being raped, or worse yet...killed. I did not want to think about that.
" May I have a drink of water, please ? I asked, the tall, dark one, since he appeared more civil than the other one...the one called Mako, if that was his 'real' name.
 
Paul

Paul frowned, stroking his chin. "Your brother-in-law is the DA? Wonderful," he muttered, as much to himself as to the woman.
He then drew back up to his full height, towering over his captive. "I'll go get you some water, then."
Before leaving, Paul turned to Mako, and said with a frown, "I'll only be gone a minute. Try not to maim her."
Without waiting for a response, he once again departed the basement.
 
Mako glared down at the captive, filled with bitterness. Oh yes, he knew who Bryon Lewis was, the son of a bitch D.A. who had sent him to prison for seven years. How could he forget the man...and how could he forget his promise to get even ? Meanwhile, this high class snob, wife of one of the richest men around, who thinks she is better than everyone else, now is, all of a sudden so important, that we ought to just let her go !

" You may have Paul worried or whatever...but I think you are a gift from God himself !' he sneered, " By the time tonight is over, you are going to be nothing more than a whore..."

Paul came back downstairs, carrying a glass of water. He held it for her while she drank. Mako also took a drink from the bottle of whiskey before saying to his partner...

" I say we have a little fun with her, you know, strip off all of her clothes, handcuff her...put a collar around her throat, take her upstairs...that sort of thing !"
 
I was ever so grateful for a drink of cold water !

It hadn't taken long to surmise, in spite of my dreadful situation, that if I was going to get through this unharmed, my chances lay with the tall, dark, rather goodlooking one...at least he showed a certain amount of compassion. Where as, on the other hand, the one called Mako was truely sinister...a man without morals or principals.
Only moments before, when the other was gone, Mako had threatened to make me his whore...and now he wanted to strip me of my dress...and...and... put a collar on me, treat me like some kind of dog !!! All sort of wild visons went through my mind !!! OH GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME !

The panic was setting in again !!!!
 
It was Mako's turn to go upstairs. After searching through his duffel bag, he fould what he was looking for. Grabbing the studded black collar, a set of hancuffs, and a 6 ft. length of chain, he returned to the basement.

Paul didn't say anything as Mako attached the collar around her throat, but their beautiful captive began to struggle hopelessly againest her bonds, and protest about her being treated like a dog.

"Shut up, bitch...or I'll ball gag ya !" Mako threatened. Once he had her cuffed, with her hands behind her back, he untied the ropes.

" Now...stand up !"

She obeyed, standing in front of the chair, a look of defiance on her pretty face. No one saw the knife flash...but within seconds, her dress lay at her feet, nothing more than a useless rag.

" GOD DAMN...will you look at that ! Ain't she a dream come true ?" Mako exclaimed, looking over the captive, who stood there, clad only in her black stocking and garter belt and a pair of panties...
 
There I stood, almost naked, with no way to cover myself...my hands cuffed behind me. To make matters worse, I had been collared and leashed, just like a dog...

NEVER, in my entire life, have I felt so HUMILATED...or so FRIGHTENED ! I had dressed like this for my husband, because we had planned to go out to eat, and then spend the night at some fancy hotel...and now, here I was in a filthy basement, being held captive by two dangerous criminals. I was angry, but scared too...who wouldn't be if they were in my position, but also determined not to let them see me cry...

I tried to ignore their comments, which were becoming rather crude...all the while my fear growing greater with each passing second. I did not want to think about what could happen to me, and how powerless I was to stop it...

The one called Mako, laughed and led me upstairs by my leash...

OH GOD... PLEASE ...SOMEONE HELP ME !!!
 
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Dana

Dana

Age 23

A tall Semi slender Full lips...She works out...have some mucle tones...5'9 long curly auburn hair ..Green eyes...Vulumptous
Is pauls girlfriend...

Walking up to the door after hiding my car out back...HEaring the sounds from the room..OHH gawd they did it...Lays against the door....Knocking on the door ....Paul It is me dana..
 
Paul grabbed a couple of shots of bourbon, upstairs on a huge dining room table was spread out soo much money, that it spilled over to the surrounding floor. Paul couldn't help but let his hands run through it, feel it's weight, it's touch. He just sat up here, drinking, counting it every so often, and then staring at the very beauty of it all.
The knock scared the shit out of him. He reached for his gun, aiming at the door. When he heard Dana's voice though, he calmed down, pouring her a drink.
"My pet," he said, handing her a shot of bourbon, "Come on in, take a look at it. All of our planning, scheming, it paid off today, Dana."
He nuzzled her neck as she passed him coming inside. Paul closed the door before anyone else could take a look at their goodies.
"Enough money to solve all of our problems, and then some. What did I tell you? Did I tell you, or did I tell you?"
 
dana

Walking in fast Into pauls arms...Hugs him tight...I was so scared for you...As i was hugging Paul i looked over at the captive...yes you did tell me Baby!! you did... it is all going as planned... i am so glad paul...Paul whispering..But please Seeing Her half naked could i put her coat on her or something... drinking HEr Drink...walking over to the table..With the Drinks..Sitting down

I hope this works Paul baby..I really do...I sip my drink a again..Shaking a bit ..and a scared feeeling Coming over her..Worried about paul and what will happen....watching ...looking over at the Captive...
 
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Mako led me, half naked, upstairs by the chain, placing me on my knees in the dining room. I saw no reason to try to resist at this point. Paul had carried the duffel bag full of money, dumping it on the table.
There was a knock at the door ! Both Paul and Mako grabbed their guns...ready...

My heart sank as I realized I wasn't about to be rescued, when a female walked into the room... kind of acting as if she owned the place !!!

I watched while she gave Paul a hug, clearly excited by all that money....
 
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Mako heard the knock...immediately raising his 357. magnam, pointing it at the door...

He relaxed, seeing it was only Dana, Paul's girlfriend...I should have known, it wouldn't take long before that money loving bitch showed up ! he thought. He had always considered Paul to be very intelligent, except when it came to women. Not that Dana wasn't good looking...she had a great ass and legs, not to mention a foxy face, but she came across as a prima donna, more or less...a drama queen, sort of speak. There was something about her that bothered Mako...maybe he just didn't trust her.

Anyhow, Mako turned his head away, disgusted by the show of public affection. He ignored them both...instead, looking down at the cuffed rich bitch, kneeling at his feet.....
 
Dana

Eying mako... Not truting him whatsoever... Deciding to drop covering her up cause mako would not let me...
Yeah hi to you mako..Mumbles..you son of a bitch!!.

Then smiling at him ..A Blank smile...then looking over a paul..Shaking head....
What was it that made paul trust him..Crossing my legs ...Watching mako be himself ..a total jerk..
 
Paul gave Dana a sympathetic look, something of a whine in his eyes, hoping she didn't start in with Mako just as she entered the door. There was enough money on the table to make anyone look passed any difference, and this was no exception.
"Introductions... introductions," Paul pulled up a chair beside the half naked damsel in distress. He gave her a once over, before nodding to Dana.
"This is Dana, my pet. Careful, she looks like a kitten, but she's just as dangerous as Mako over there, if you're not careful."
Paul gave her a wink.
"But, here's the thing. You know all of our names now, and introductions have been made, but we still don't know who you are? I know your husband's name, but that doesn't help me very much at this point..."
He nodded to Dana, "Her husband's really important, and rich too. She wants us to ransom her back to him. She's being a very clever little captive, I have to say that... I just wish I knew what we were going to do with her yet."
He shrugged his shoulders, downing another shot of bourbon.
 
Smiling Up at paul...And nods...Yes!!!..Ok ..Ok i wont Promise baby!!..Kisses you as you grab a chair and head over to the Little Helpless Captive...

Looking at you lean in towards her..My eyes Clinch...Then explaing to her who i am ...I wink back over to paul..and blows him a kiss...Then stands up and walks up to her and Kneels down..Hi ...I hope This all works out so we wont half to hurt you..and that means No one will half to hurt you..looking up at mako..Then Stands back Up..Walking past Mako...Glaring at him..

Then Sits back in my chair....Watching paul Talk her into Getting a ransom.. feeling all the money on the table..With a Huge smile on My face.....
 
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