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Re The Gang closed Anne had to think about his revised deal. Standing she shook her head to the glass of liquor. She didnt drink. Moving to the window she looked out one of the bigger sized yet still small cracks. Her wrists hurt so she rubbed them, hoping to ease the tight tingling pain. It forced her mind back onto his deal. It wasnt a bad one as far as being someones forever slave went. But it still didnt seem fair. Turning from the window Anne looked at him, standing there all in black, drinking down some kind of alcohol. He wasnt terribly unattractive, though the harshness of his demeanor did nothing for his handsomeness. Though she wouldnt call him classically handsome even if he wasnt a hard man. I want Sundays and Mondays off, no touching me on those days and any days where I amuhindisposed. And not just your men cant touch me. You cant give me to anyone else, so no one else touches me but you. No gifting me or some such nonsense. And if youll agree to that, then you have a deal. It felt like signing a blood pact with the Devil. At least today was Monday. It would give her a bit more time to adjust and perhaps if she could get him to leave, a little time to cry. She wouldnt indulge in the opportunity unless he was gone, no need to show him how much she hurt. Walking back to him she held out her hand. Not for him to cut her bonds, but as a handshake to seal the deal. It was firm and steady, there was no time for weakness now. She knew he would just prey on it. On her. Until he got what he wanted with or without a deal. Only strength might prove to him that she meant what she said and would brook no ifs, ands or buts about it. Do we have a deal?
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Re The Gang closed Creasy stood drinking from the glass he'd identified as his own contemplating her....requests. It sort of rankled him a little bit that she would make demands and try to amend the perfectly good deal he'd presented, but he still wanted to play this game with her. The no gifting part was perfectly reasonable he didn't intend to give her to anyone else so it wasn't much to promise. But the Sundays and Mondays part was a little harder to swallow. That was two days in a row where he wouldn't be getting any and what was more, today was a Monday. But then it occurred to him that she might have chosen Monday specifically because that was the day she'd gotten kidnapped and she wanted time to herself. In that respect, Creasy understood her request. There was one problem if he wasn't going to have her tonight, then he'd have to leave the room--it would be too tempting for him otherwise. He wasn't a very impulsive man, and prided himself on keeping a tight reign on his emotions and control over his actions. But the desire to seduce her was practically overwhelming in her presence. It would be better to not torture himself as well. So, he decided to leave her alone but quickly he thought of everything in the room, trying to think of anything she could use to escape. The nighttable had a few cigarettes and condoms in the drawer as well as a 9 mm with a few clips to refill it with. The bureau didn't hold anything except liquor in the top cabinet, and the lower drawers held all of his clothes. She wouldn't be able to break the boards on the windows without alerting people with the noise anyway. Having reached the decision, he shook her offered hand. Deal, he said smiling sardonically. He threw his head back gulping down the rest of the whiskey in his glass before walking over to the bureau and replacing both glasses and closing the doors. I suppose you'll want some rest after your eventful evening, he said conversationally as he walked over to the nighttable by the bed. I'll leave you alone then, as part of our agreement. He removed the gun from the drawer and the extra bullets, putting them in his pockets before closing the drawer again. He came back over to the bed and picked up her belongings that he'd tossed upon it. There's a bathroom down the hall, he said looking through her wallet again distractedly. And there will always be a man standing guard outside the door, just in case it turns out I can't trust you, but to also help you with anything you may need. Then he looked up and closed the wallet, and his tone became serious. If you try to pull one over on me, I promise you, I will make your stay with me very unpleasant. He didn't wait for her to respond but turned and stalked towards the door, picking up his jacket as he put a hand on the doorknob.
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Re The Gang closed It caused no small amount of ease to her heart to hear him agree. She let out the breath she didnt even know she had been holding. It came as a great shock to her when he started to gather up his things. Anna hadnt even dreamed that hed leave her alone, especially not in his bedroom. Where would he go? And would he take his ease with another woman? The thought made her shudder. Hopefully he had no diseases. He packed up so quickly he was almost gone before she realized she still had a few things to say. But she wasnt going to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask him all sorts of questions that might make him decide to stay. Where he went was his business and his only. Anne wanted nothing more to do with him then she already had to. And it would be nice to have the rest of the day to prepare for her willing rape. Anne couldnt imagine it being pleasant even if he tried. Wait! I, um, well you will tell your people that they cant touch me right? Including the man at the door? And what do I do if I get hungry? Or bored? Do you have any books? It was a long shot, chances were no one here did anything other than rape and pillage. Hopefully she wouldnt be asked to participate in that. This deal was as much as she could handle. And I lost my shoes. Anne looked down at her white stocking feet which were actually getting very cold. It was an odd comment because she hadnt seen any females and her feet were so small nothing a man here gave her would work. I guess that doesnt much matter. Blushing she pulled her trench coat around her more, aware that she had basically just given him leave to stare at her legs.
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Re The Gang closed Creasy paused at the doorway and looked back at her. Based on her questions, it appeared things were going to actually work with this deal he'd made with her--she was already thinking of making herself at home. He couldn't help smiling as he answered her. I said I wouldn't let them touch you, didn't I? he said, half turning back to her, but keeping his hand on the doorknob. I've already singled you out as mine. They won't come near you unless I tell them explicitly that they can. He spoke confidently like there was no doubt at all in his mind that he would be obeyed. He'd lead his men well and kept them safe so now they trusted him and listened. And he'd been ruthless enough in his dealings with those who betrayed him or who threatened the group by disobeying his orders, so they all knew not to step out of line. You will eat with the rest of us when we make food, he said in a tolerant tone, not eager to leave her but not wanting to stay either. And I'll have Keith bring you something later to entertain yourself with. He paused and looked at her feet and let his eyes take their time as they wandered back up her body to her face. No, I suppose it doesn't matter. When you need fresh clothing, we'll find you something to wear. He smiled crookedly at her and winked before turning the doorknob and exiting the room. In the hallway he acknowledged the burly man standing guard with a nod and walked leisurely to the front rooms of the house.
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Re The Gang closed Watching Creasy leave sent an odd mix of feelings through Anne. On one hand she didnt want to be around him too much because he intended on raping her, and that is what she would call it regardless of any deal they made. But on the other hand only his presence, and perhaps his words, kept the others from assuming that they could take rights with her body. Anne wasnt quite sure that the others really would leave her alone just because he said so. Gangsters didnt tend to have many morals. With that thought Anne snorted, if they had morals she wouldnt be here in the first place! It was a sobering thought. Anyways, despite the deal that Anne had made with Creasy if she found the perfect way out she was going to take it. Anne wasnt going to submit any longer then she had to, but she wasnt about to blow her cover so soon. After a quick once-through of the room Anne found very little that could be used in the future except the alcohol and one of his shirts. Those two combined could create a way out in certain situations. Well, any liquid and any cloth could. Cloth becomes infinitely stronger when wet and if its wrapped around somethingsay, planks of wood, nails, bars, a locked door handle, the user could easily break open any of those items with a minimum of strength and effort. It was a good thing to know but it wouldnt help her now. Tonight was her first night here and they would be watching her carefully. It was after they had all fallen into a normal pattern that it would be most easy to escape. And that time was not now. Turning her thoughts from escape Anne sighed and shrugged off her cream colored trench and laid it over the fancy dresser. On the edge of the bed she pulled her dress up to undo the garter and roll down her thigh highs on her left leg. She grimaced when she saw the foot of the stocking destroyed by the dirt. Tossing it away she switched legs and repeated the process, finding that stocking equally offensive. Soon her garters and her dress found themselves with her trench coat. Clad only in a matching white lace set of a full cup bra and boyshorts, Anne moved to his dresser and started opening drawers. Eventually she found what she wanted. A light colored soft button up shirt and a pair of boxers. Hesitantly she sniffed them to make sure they were clean and finding that they were she slipped off the rest of her clothes. Naked she shimmied into his clothes and then shimmied into bed. Her body crying out in relief at the nice pillow top and cushy bedclothes. Snuggling into them she wrapped her arms around a pillow and brought it to her chest.
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Re The Gang closed As soon as Annes head hit the pillow she was zonked. Too exhausted for words Anne did not wake for many many hours. Her sleep completely uninterrupted by daylight or the random sounds that came from the gang house. Despite everything that had happened in the last few days, Anne had always been a heavy sleeper, and only an extremely annoying alarm on her cell phone had ever woke her up. So despite her normal tendencies when Keith burst into her room Anne woke. It wasnt how much noise he made but more the awareness that someone was in there with her, someone who she didnt deem friendly. Anne just stared at him for a moment until she realized where she was, and who he was. And then she scowled. Keith had touched her inappropriately yesterday and had used his strong at least stronger then her hand to mash her face insomething she didnt appreciate. Gathering up the sheets around her, Anne sat up. Just because Keith was an uncouth bastard didnt mean she had to be as well. Anne was a lady. She had manners. Good morning Keith. Are those for me? She had civilized her tone as to keep her raging disdain for him from her voice. It was very hard. But, until further notice she had to live with him and he seemed to be Creasys right-hand-man. And then it hit her. She didnt actually know the mans name, not Keith she knew his name, but the man who owned her. He never said. And Anne hadnt asked. But she was going to now. Keith, whats whats his name? Pulling the sheets around her to cover her up even more then she already was, Anne slipped out of bed and went to the plastic bags that Keith had dumped on the floor. Two were books and four were clothes. But as she started pulling out the items she looked up at the scrawny man. These are nothing. Their like little pieces of cloth. Im not going to wear them. Desperately she pulled out all the clothes, hoping for something more covered up. But all she found was hooker clothes. Granted they were very nice hooker clothes, but they were stillhooker clothes. Disgust crossed her face and she stood up. Who does that guy think he is, Im not some Barbie doll to walk around looking like a slut. Angry, Anne turned on her heel and walked over to the dresser where her trench coat and dress rested. Grabbing the dress she looks at Keith pointedly. You can tell him Im not wearing those. Ill wear this dress for today and talk to him in a bit about something more appropriate. Just because you gangsters only deal with prostitutes doesnt mean you have to make me look like one. Now if youll excuse me I would appreciate it if you left, I cant very well change with you standing there. Anne had wanted to be nice but the insult of the clothes had ticked her off, and only Keith was currently around to get the brunt of it. Poor man.
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Re The Gang closed Keith pursed his lips in distaste. Fuck! Creasy had told the bitch his name! Now he was really making Keith nervous with the way he was treating this girl. He didn't like it. It had the potential to go really bad for him and the others. God! What the hell was the boss doing??? Had he gone mad? He should just kill her and be done with it! Keith didn't say anything as he tossed the bags onto the ground by the bed, letting go of them like it was a burden he was glad to be rid of. When she asked for the boss's name, he started a little bit. Well...if Creasy didn't care enough about her telling the cops Keith's name... but then again as soon as any of the police heard his name, it wouldn't matter. Creasy was invincible. So really what was the harm anyway? Creasy, Keith said, clearing his throat and looking away from her disinterestedly. When she commented on the clothes, Keith got defensive. He'd worked really hard to pick those out for her and it could be a lot worse. What do you mean? he asked incredulously. They're fine. They were the best on the shelves I could-- Then she said that thing about being dressed like a Barbie doll and he realized she thought Creasy had gotten the clothes. He was willing to let her be pissed at the man for it, so he quickly shut up. Well, I think they look nice, anyway. And he nodded and folded his arms casually. He was willing to let Creasy take the blame for it and even blow her disapproval off, but apparently she wanted to be mad about it. He didn't like the tone she used with him and he would make sure she knew, just because Creasy was the boss, didn't mean she got to push him around. So, he quickly crossed the room to where she stood by the dresser and grabbed her arm in a tight grip, his face a mask of anger. You'll wear what's given to you, bitch! he said with a sneer. And you'll not speak to me like that, got it? I'M still higher on the food chain than you are and deserve just as much respect as Creasy. If you ever talk to me like that agin, I'll smack you so hard it'll make you go retarded for a week! All of it was said in anger, and his stance was one that meant he intended to hurt her. He even squeezed her arm harshly to emphasize his point.
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Re The Gang closed Creasy. Creasy. Like greasy with a C? Anne was mulling it over in her head when Keith assaulted her. Gasping in pain from his grip. After yesterday when she had been pulled into the van and so roughly man-handled, much of her limbs were sore. Those men did not understand the meaning of a gentle touch. So Keiths grip didnt just hurt, it was nigh on debilitating. Annes eyes closed in pain and she shrunk away from the scrawny man. Though her body instinctively tried to respond in a submissive way to stop the pain, Anne wasnt enough of a coward to let it go. Higher on the food chain? She gasped. If youre so high why does he have you running errands like a common page boy? Clearly youre not so invaluable that you cant be sent to and fro. A message boy, thats what you are. You dont deserve any respect because Im pretty sure Creasy will have your head for touching me. He promised that no one would ever touch me but him. I wonder what your punishment shall be! With that, Anne tried to pull out of his grip the pain was becoming ever more intense the longer he held on. And then his grip got even tighter and Anne cried out, slashing her hand up to connect with his face. A woman her size didnt have much of any weapons except long fingernails and the ability to kick in the groin. Her nails clawed at his cheeks and his eyes. Maybe if he wanted to protect them hed let her go. Now let me go! Anne aimed and sent her foot right at Keiths shins. Those hurt pretty badly when kicked. Anne knewfour years of soccer in high school and four years in college, not on the varsity team but for intramurals. Even without shoes, a well placed blow could knock someone off their feet, or send a stinging pain up their leg. It was her only chance.
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Re The Gang closed Keith's eyes widened in surpirse and outrage at what she said to him, and it hurt more because of its truth. He was just about to jerk her around with his hold on her, when suddenly her fingernails were at his face like little knives and he cried out, throwing up his other hand to ward off her her scratches. It was only when she kicked him in the leg that he finally let go of her arm, but he didn't fall. He merely stepped back a bit from the pain and hissed at the stinging marks on his face. Then he looked at her with an infuriated glare and stepped forward, drawing his arm back and slapping her across the face. The blow made her bump against the dresser and he was about to lay into her some more when suddenly something grabbed his shirt from behind. Creasy was there, quiet and intense, his grip pulling Keith away from the girl and throwing him towards the doorway. Keith landed in a heap near the door and jerked in fear when Creasy came own upon him and started punching him in the face over and over again. The larger man was quiet, his face showing only the barest hint of rage, but his eyes were alight with a savage wrath. The blows came down heavily and Keith could feel his cheek bones turn to mush and like his nose was going to snap off. It got to the point where he wasn't even defending himself anymore, just lying there dazed and bleeding. When Creasy stood again, he hadn't even broken a sweat and was barely breathing hard. When he spoke, he looked down at Keith with a stony face, his voice cool and aloof, yet slightly threatening in tone. Go clean yourself up, he said. Breakfast is ready. As Keith started to move to crawl towards the door, Creasy continued to speak. And next time you decide to disobey me, be more subtle about it, please. I could hear you both arguing all the way on the porch. Keith could barely see, let alone make an response as he got up on shaky legs and stumbled from the room. When he was gone, Creasy turned to Anne and came over to her. With a hand on either side of her face, cradling it so she'd look up at him, he looked her over, his eyes wandering up and down her body and face looking for injuries. Finally, his eyes came to rest on hers and he asked, Are you alright? There was concern for her in his voice, but it was somewhat cold and distant, like it couldn't break through the tough guy exterior. He hoped she could ignore Keith's aggression and not consider the deal broken. Afterall, he DID tell the man and he punished him afterwards. Hopefully it would be enough...
Thread: Charmed // ChaosLord29

Ravsyth could feel the burning. He was young for his species but he knew the craving, yearning sensation for what it was. It had begun just a day ago it had forced him to break up his usual routine in an effort to satiate himself. His sense had told him what he needed and he knew on instinct that he must still be selective no matter how strong his passions became. He could not choose just anyone, but he would need to test their suitability first. That had led him here to the bustling night club and lounge, dressed and looking as he was in proper human form and attire. He had been lead here by the sheer number of prospects but as he surveyed the crowded dancers and bar goers, he was not so sure as he had been before of finding what he was looking for. He had developed this form in particular to attract what he needed but he would need to blend in for now and so moved to the bar and ordered a drink, his unearthly senses distinguishing at the surface who was suitable and who was not for his needs.
Thread: Charmed // ChaosLord29

A young woman in her early twenties, sat at the crowded bar at a local nightclub which was more like a meat market, she thought to herself as her brown eyes studied those around her. Which was exactly the reason she'd chosen this place- all she wanted, no all she needed- was an easy, no strings attached night of hot, meaningless sex with a good looking guy. She was determined to foget all about her asshole ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend and this was the best way she could think of to do that. It wasn't until she'd ordered her third draft beer, that she finally saw the one. He obviously had just arrived because she would have remembered seeing him if he'd been here already, hard to miss one as gorgeous as that. She watched him as he approached the bar, like a predator eyes it's prey, her gaze never wavered until he took a seat and ordered a drink. And only then did she run her fingers through her black as night hair, straighten her too short mini skirt and opened a button on her blouse to reveal just a bit more cleavage, and stalked over to him. Hi. I'm Sara
Thread: Charmed // ChaosLord29

Ravsyth however had noticed her from the start, his keen senses identifying more than just her beauty and physical assets, he sensed in her the drive and the carnal craving that he so needed in a mate and as she walked over and greeted him he immediately turned and rewarded her with a dazzling smile of pearly white teeth, eyes flashing like gems as he took in the sight of her. He extended one hand out to her as he leaned against the bar with the other, holding his drink. I'm Roderick, or Rod if you prefer. For one such as he the tone and words came as naturally as breathing, conveying the promise of pleasure she so desired. He drew himself up to his full height in front of her, standing tall and broad shouldered and every bit what she wanted.
Thread: Charmed // ChaosLord29

Well, Rod- how about you buy me a drink? she said boldly as she sat down next to him. Her chocolate colored eyes roamed from his feet to his head in a scrutinous appraisal after which she leaned in a bit closer, until her lips hovered at his ear and whispered, And then after that Rod, how about we go somewhere a lot more private ? her tongue swiped a path around the shell of his outer ear as an exclamation mark to her proposition.
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'Roderick' reached one arm around her as she whispered into his ear, and when she had finished he stood and pulled her tight against him, holding her pressed to him with one powerful arm. He signaled the bar tender with his free hand, though his eyes never left her's bright, steely blue eyes that seemed to envelope her. What will you have? He asked her, though it was difficult to tell if he was talking about her drink or something more carnal in nature. The hand holding her tight massaged her lower back expertly, tracing just above the hem of her skirt, melting away tension in the muscles of her spine. His body seemed steely hard where he was pressed against her, almost as if she could feel coiled muscles tensing through their respective clothing.