Thread: A slave of debt (Wolfman x LaBellaMia)

Caitlin watched the entire exchange, feeling fear rise through her and when she saw him tear at her mother's clothes. When he put forth the proposition, she wanted to hear wrong. Surely her dad wouldn't be so selfish as to actually agree to that. Any respect she had for him faltered when he reiterated that mumbled statement. Take her...A chill went through her spine and then her mother started to scream at him. Cait just stood there in a state of shock and then the one in charge was coming back toward her, giving her a choice but what choice was there? She knew either way, the consequences were bad. She didn't trust this man as far as she could throw him and the way he spoke, well she didn't believe he would kill her dad and just be done with it. Swallowing, she glanced at her sobbing mother and father, being the only one of her small family not burst into tears and hysterics. Then her emerald gaze settled back on the blonde man before her and she slowly nodded. I...I'll go with you, she said and her mother broke into more tears. She took a deep breath and then felt the one holding her let her down and put his gun back in his pocket. Her father looked at her and then looked away in shame and she watched as a signal was given so that he could be untied. Vlad grabbed her by the back of the neck, leading her from the room, and started walking her downstairs, shoving her into the backseat of a black SUV and slamming the door shut. She heard the faint click of a knock and took a shuddering breath, giving a final glance to the apartment complex she had called home for so many years and then turned away. What had she done? Had she really just agreed to this? Cait was young and innocent, but she wasn't stupid. Own her. He would more than likely rape her and beat her and she just prayed she had the strength to endure it. Perhaps her dad would live and learn and wouldn't gamble anymore. Maybe her mother could learn to live with Cait's decision. Either way, it had saved her father from death and she just hoped that the sacrifice of her life was worth it. She didn't want her mother or father to be killed. And it was better this way. Drawing in a shuddering breath, she urged herself not to panic. She was stronger than that. After all that she had done so far, the last thing she wanted was to appear weak and unable to hold herself together. Vlad put himself in the front seat, driver's side, stealing a glance at her and giving a grin that set her teeth on edge and she quickly looked down, drawing her knees up to her chest as two of Mikhail's men took the SUV behind the one she was in and sped off into the darkness. You certainly don't know what you've gotten yourself into little girl... Vlad told her with a chuckle but she remained silent, eyes focused on her upraised knees, wrapping her arms around her legs and holding them to her chest tightly. Sitting up in the fetal position for all intents and purposes, feeling the adrenaline start to leave and be replaced by fear but she held herself together. Crying or having a panic attack wouldn't do much at this point and she had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear her decision. Whatever the consequences but she was sure they weren't good.