Thread: Walking After Dark (sugarplum and rekoj)

He walked with her until he reached his two-door inconspicuous Toyota, a beige corolla, which simply once again faded into the other cars in traffic. It was not his goal to stand out and be noticed by people, but instead the exact opposite. He needed to become invisible in plain sight, and his vehicle showed that. His fingers kept an iron grip on her face, ignoring the bite she attempted to get free. He didn't slow down or show any signs of pity for the pain he had just caused her, instead walking at a brisk pace and making sure she kept up. He reached the trunk, and lifted it up. I'm sorry Katy, but you've shown me you are not capable of following orders yet that's not a problem for me... I understand you may need some time to learn. But for now, I can't risk losing you. You've missed your chance to say goodbye, but don't worry, he finished, his tone becoming unsettlingly light and comforting. He took his hand to her back, rubbed down it once and smiled as he kissed her ear before whispering into it, You won't miss it at all, you're going to learn to love every moment, you'll see. He picked her up and carefully placed her into the trunk, being cautious with her head to make sure it didn't bump anything. As soon as she was placed, he had the trunk closed and was back in the driver's seat in a flash. Checking all around the car for witnesses, and his mirrors for anybody else in the empty lot, seeing it was all clear.. he finally smiled. Today was finally the day. The drive was half an hour, give or take, and when he arrived he again wasted no time in getting to the trunk. He was like a machine running on clockwork, every movement was thought-ahead, everything prepared for. He had a room for her ready, a diabolically designed living space for her. He had not taken her for a night, he had taken her, the most beautiful girl at school to be his for as long as he saw fit. He drove his car into the warehouse he had taken as his home by the docks. 20 years ago, this city had had a booming industrial district, however, with a rival city growing larger and larger very close to the south... the business had faded. Left were rows upon rows of blocks of empty warehouse buildings, the slums of the city, his home. The mafia ran the underworld from here, he knew he'd be protected with his new job, he knew he'd have everything he want. Now he had her, that was the easy part, the hard part was making her understand how much she should want him. But he'd show her, and the thought brought a smile to his face as he clicked open the trunk and warmly greeted her, Hey Katy! How's it going!? Little thirsty, little sore? Hope you didn't bump your head too much onto the drive. I'll get you some water in a bit, why don't you be a good girl and follow me to your room? Or do I have to carry you? He had spent many hours on this place, making it a living space. The warehouse was gigantic and open, but as he offered her his hand out of the trunk it became evident he had parked them beside a few doors. One of the doors simply had a knob, the other, was locked from the outside. He turned away from her still in the trunk and walked up to it, confident the warehouse was sealed at every exit and even if she ran she had nowhere to go and nobody to hear her. If you run, you will not make it far. Trust me on this one, it would be a lot less painful for you if you just followed me.