Thread: Atlantic City Sins (LocalFriendlyPsychopath x Poppy) *HIATUS*

RE Atlantic City Sins LocalFriendlyPsychopath x Poppy Mirias eyes widened when the knife cut through her hand as if it were no more of a challenge to slice through than paper. Before she could scream in agony, his hand was over her mouth, and she looked up to the man with real fear in her eyes. Very few things in her life had made her this afraid before. But the unfamiliar group of men meant business, and whoever Jackie was had gotten her into a mess of trouble. When the knife was withdrawn from her hand, she moved to bring it close to her chest and hold it with her other hand, tears running down her face as she sobbed. She was still in so much shock from the first stab that she didnt notice him slash down for her side, only feeling a burning pain in her side as the blade cut through her clothing and flesh. When the blade was twisted, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she didnt register the man returning with a full gas canister. It wasnt until the stench of gasoline mixed with the iron in her blood, and she looked about, sobbing behind of his hand that was trying to muffle her. It was impossible to focus on everything happening to her, and the hard strike to her head came as a blessing in disguise. She didnt have to watch her beautiful home that she had worked so hard for go up in flames. But as they moved to pin a note to her neighbors home, Miria realized exactly who Jackie Boy was. The woman didnt have much longer to think of it as she succumbed to the darkness tugging at her. After a few hours, she came to, tied up and laying on the ground in an unfamiliar forest. She certainly made a commotion, but after being hurt for the act, Miria was certain to try to be on her best behavior. Even though she was in agony, she did her best not to make a single noise. Perhaps being a model prisoner would show them the error of their ways, and she would be allowed to leave what had turned into her worst nightmare. She was unaware of how much time had passed, as she constantly was in and out of consciousness. But even in her altered state when a different, unfamiliar car pulled up she did her best to sit up to hope for the Police. Whoever it was counted these men as his peers, and the men had a conversation in loud whispers. Mirias eyes caught sight of a hooded figure at the edge of the clearing, a confused look on her face as she focused on that instead of the man who approached her with a gun in his hand. She had just enough time to register the weapon and try to scoot away, ending up with her back against a tree. She took the gunshots to the gut, her hands falling limply by her sides as her blood rushed out of her body. The men were leaving her there like this, dying and bleeding out. Everything was growing dark and it felt like their voices were far away, and slowly getting fainter by the second. Miria felt so bitter in this moment, as she waited for Death to come for her. The strange face that came into her view made her snap back to reality. Somehow, this person was going to give her another chance at life. And in exchange, it seemed he wanted so little. Regardless of what he wanted, the young woman wasnt in a position to say no. Bringing these men back here and forcing them to repent for their sins against her was perfectly fine in her book. Unable to open her mouth and produce any words, she simply nodded her head up and down to say yes. Whatever he had planned, Miria hoped he would do it soon.