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Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

His grin only served to get her even angrier. Just a moment ago he was Mr. Silent, and now he was a fucking wise guy. Fuck off. Was all she managed to say just before he explained to her that he wasn't going to kill her. She rolled her eyes and kept silent. She couldn't scream or anything because even if it wasn't ignored, it would still be a pretty hairy situation if the security arrived. The fact of it was, that she would be screwed if she screamed out for help, period. If she got him noticed, she'd put herself at risk. At least he wasn't going to kill her yet. She wondered if he had something to gain by leaving her alive though. Whenever she killed someone, she got some type of satisfaction out of it, and from watching him kill in front of her, he seemed to as well. Then again, if he was going with the whole vigilante thing, he probably just didn't see her as a threat to his cause. However, to her, it was much more trouble kidnapping someone rather than simply shooting them through the head and ending it. There had to be some reason why he didn't want to kill her. Perhaps her earlier speech did work. When he hoisted her up from the bed once more, she cursed under her breath. She knew this meant that she'd be thrown around like luggage. You couldn't climb out of a window with someone on her shoulder. One painful drop later, she was tied to a post like a dog, patronized, and left out in the open in the nude. She sneered at him when he turned his back. Fuck. This meant she was gonna lose her Vespa, didn't it? She loved that thing too. When he came back around in his vehicle and loaded her up in his spacious trunkthank God she gave him one last glare. You're so lucky you managed to get an edge on me, otherwise you'd be dead by now.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Please...as sloppy as you were? You're just lucky you can talk a good game, he told her, confirming that her speech had indeed made some sort of difference. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for blondes with big tits, he added with a smirk, obviously adding that last bit just to make her uncomfortable. Closing the trunk, he turned to walk back to the front of the car, pausing for a moment and frowning. Damnit, he muttered to himself. The shreds of her dress were still up there, and he couldn't leave it. If they traced anything to her, it could lead them to him. Turning and running back to the fire escape, scrambling up quickly, disappearing into the window and emerging a minute later. Making his way down the fire escape and back to the car, he got in and took off quickly before someone got suspicious over him being parked in the alley. Soon he was on the road, heading for the edge of town and out of the city a bit. He had a place to go, just in case he found the need to hide out, and it looked like it was about to get some use. The drive was about an hour, though it was probably longer to Abigail, especially since Caleb seemed to make a point of hitting every bump he could along the way. Finally the car seemed to be driving down a dirt road, and after about five minutes of this, came to a stop, the engine shutting off. There was no way of knowing which direction they had gone, only that they were quite some distance from the city. Soon, the trunk opened and he stood over her, flashlight in her face to keep her blinded and off balance, just in case she had managed to somehow get a hand free and was feeling froggy. Welcome to your temporary home, princess, he said as he began to take her from the trunk, shutting it and walking with her toward a building. It was dark, and hard to make out, but it looked like some sort of cabin. Opening the door, he hauled her inside, dropping her on a couch that was covered in a blanked, sending up a cloud of dust that indicated the place hadn't been used in quite a while. Get comfortable, he told her, plopping down next to her and looking over at her as he turned the flashlight on her once more. Because we're going to become a little better acquainted over the next couple of days.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

This guy was really beginning to piss her off. True, she should have taken not to her surroundings more even if she though that she was early. However, she was used to having only one target, so she could see how her distraction happened. Still, she really hated losing, and her mood was certainly a fowl one. When he closed the trunk, she could no longer see anything until the car started up, lights momentarily flickering on in response. Then it got dark again and she felt him pull off. At least she knew that her opening up indeed had one her over. After she calmed down a little, a light blush traced over her cheeks when she remembered him saying something about liking blondes with big racks. Why the hell did that even bother her? Its not like she hadn't heard worse before. It was so irritating how charming he was, but it seemed like the feeling was mutual at least. She loved being born beautiful. It was certainly helpful. After a half hour of being tied up in the back seat, she was cursing and yelping every time they hit a bump. Every time her body jumped up, the rope continued to grind and squeeze. Her legs were going numb as well. Finally, the car stopped after a very bumpy dirt road. She closed her eyes when the bright light hit her face, and once again cussed underneath her breath. When the glare finally was moved away from her face, she opened her eyes just as he swooped her up for the thousandth time tonight and hauled down a dark pathway to a spooky looking house. Coughing as he threw her on her side on the dusty blanket, her skin began to crawl and itch. Ugh, this is fucking gross! She spat, and then did her best to glare at him from the corner of her eye. She waited for the dust to settle before breathing in again and then smirked. So you're going to get get to know me before having your way with me, huh? Interesting.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Never said I was going to do anything of the sort to you, he said matter-of-factly. He then pushed himself off the couch and walked to a nearby table, the moon and stars providing just a slight bit of light through the cracks in the boarded up windows of the cabin. Taking an oil lamp from the table, he produced a Zippo and removed the glass cowl of the lamp, lighting it before sliding the glass back onto it and turning the knob to lengthen the wick enough so that the flame danced a bit brighter. Taking the lamp with him, he walked to a door and opened it, revealing a set of steps leading down into pure darkness. Disappearing down those steps, there was a bit of rustling below for several minutes before he emerged from the doorway once more. Setting the lamp on the table, Caleb grabbed the girl and hoisted her up once more, walking to the door and down the steps with her. In the basement, it could be seen that he'd gone through the trouble of lighting a few more lamps so they could see, and had pulled an old cot out of the corner and dusted it off. Setting her on the cot, actually gently for a change, he straddled the thing so he could sit facing her, starting to untie the knots in her ropes. After a few minutes, he had reconfigured the rope so she could lay out on the cot, the thing still coiling around her legs and torso as it had before, but at least her hands were no longer bound around her thighs. Once he had her secured to the cot, he pulled up a chair to sit beside it, glancing over at her. This time he had tied a knot just beneath her crotch to add a touch of extra discomfort if she struggled too much, figuring that should discourage her from trying to hard to get free. Watching her for a moment, he rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, then placed his chin in the palm of his hand, as if he were sitting there having a lighthearted conversation with her. So, tell me about yourself, he said in an almost casual tone. Your name, what you do, and how you got into this business.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Abigail rolled her eyes lazily. Like he didn't want to have his way with her. Whatever. Not that she was disappointed. She watched him until he left her line of sight, wishing that she could at least turn to know what he was doing. Instead she had to settle for listening to him rumbling about and opening a door. For a moment there was simply silence, and the woman wriggled around a bit more to see if there was some weak point to the rope, but it only served to frustrate her. If the rope squeezed any tighter her tits would turn blue. Hearing him come back into the room alerted her and she stopped struggling. Once again she was picked up, and she was getting tired of it. Not that he was being rough with her this time, but still. She was still sore from when he threw her down on the bed and when he threw her out the window. She grimaced when he took her down into the basement. This was getting way to fucking creepy for her tastes. This time, he actually set her down gently, which kind of surprised her. When he began untying her she was bracing to make a run for it, only to find out that she was still bound rather tightly even with the new adjustments and it was pointless to run. She closed her eyes and calmed herself. She had to be patient. Her chance would come...hopefully. With one tug she yelped and then realized he had tied a not just against the most sensitive part of her slit. She glared at him, wishing she had never jinxed herself earlier. When he secured her, she made no move to try to test the rope out and see if she could get loose this time. There was definitely no point to that while he was watching her. She sighed when he told her to talk about herself. She really didn't have a choice. My name is Abigail Reeds, She began, looking away because she hated conversing with people. I'm a school teacher. I suppose I got into this business after I was discharged from the military. They wouldn't let me fight for my country anymore after I had a...small mental break down. She didn't like going down memory lane. I'm twenty seven years old. I entered the military at 18 and got discharged at 25. After a year of therapy, I returned to my senses. Or rather, I learned to cope with who I really was, and stopped pretending to be something I'm not... She paused, and the sighed heavily. The mental break down was because I realized that I enjoyed killing, and during a skirmish I accidentally shot one of my closest friends. Well, not accidentally. That's what caused me to lose it. I did it because I wanted to. He wasn't there for good intentions, just selfish intentions. And I hated him for it. So I shot him in the head. When I realized what I had done, part of me was happy. The other part? Not so much. People just assumed I couldn't handle seeing the death of the guy, but really it was just because I didn't know how to cope with who I really was. So now... She looked at him and then smiled a bit. I am killing because I wasn't done defending my country. I figured there was just as much people that needed to die within its borders than outside. They wouldn't let me back in anyway. She smiled sheepishly.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

For a few minutes, the woman was silent. Not out of shock or anything. It was that story about the child. She adored children, and it hit home with her. She remembered hearing it on the news, and she had planned on killing that guy herself after hearing that the child turned up dead. By the time she figured out where that son of a bitch was hiding, someone had already gotten to him. That someone was apparently this Caleb. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. She couldn't lose it right now. Abigail wasn't surprised at all at that the guy was a Seal. That would explain his finesse with handling a hand gun. What she was surprised about, was the fact that he shared a similar story of her own. Sure there was some minor differences, but it was still pretty strange. When he shared his believe with her, she remembered when he pulled the tooth out of Scag's skull. So that was what that was about. She had heard something about in the news. The only thing that separated his killings and hers was that detail. You'd think it would be enough. Opening her eyes again, her thoughts became clear and she was able to speak. You know, She began, her eye twitching a bit as she struggled to work all the anger out of her system mentally. Children are innocent. I think the most unforgivable sin is making them suffer. Sometimes I go after child abusers and pedophiles. She looked up at him, her blue eyes darkening a little. I wanted to take that bastard and torture him just before dumping him in the same river. However you took care of it. I have respect for you for doing that. She then looked up at the wall. This guy really wasn't so bad even if he kidnapped her and tied her down. She probably would have did the same to him if she had managed to capture him. He was too good looking to kill before fucking his brains out. Her face flushed a little at the thought and she shook her head slowly, still wondering how this man managed to make her blush when she was comfortable with her sexual side. Perhaps she cared what he thought of her. He was possibly the only person in this world that understood her and her ideals.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Nodding slightly as Abigail shared her thoughts on his story, Caleb finally stood to stretch a bit, glancing over at her for a moment. He had seen those angry looks she had kept giving him, so he wasn't ready to let her go just yet, not being a fan of a sliced throat in his sleep. No, she would stay tied up until she simmered the hell down, even if it meant he would have to find a way to calm her at some point. He had already decided he wasn't going to kill her, or at least not yet. Whether or not she started to play nice would be the deciding factor on if that decision held or not. I'll be back, he told her as he started up the steps, pausing and looking back at her with a wry grin. Stay right there, he said before disappearing up the stairs, likely dodging a barrage of cursing from her from what he'd observed so far. A few minutes later he returned with two bottled waters in hand. Always keep a cooler of these in the car. Handy for washing off blood, and keeping you hydrated, he told her as he sat and opened one. He then reached for her head, raising it enough to give her a sip. The water was cold, having been packed in ice, a bit of the condensation dripping from the bottle onto her skin as it passed over her body to her lips. After giving her a sip, he took a sip of his own from the same bottle rather than opening the other one he'd brought, figuring they could just share one for now. After all, it wasn't like she'd been there for days and was dehydrated. Just say if you need some poured on you. It gets kind of muggy down here with the lamps burning. Taking another sip from the bottle, he held it up as if asking her silently if she wanted another sip, tilting his head to the side a bit, trying not to look at her body too much. She was already convinced that was why he took her, or maybe she was just hoping that would be part of the deal. He hadn't considered that yet...
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Again with the don't move bullshit? Ha fucking ha. She shouted behind him and then sighed. Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room while she saw cob webs. This was creeping her out. What if he left her down her and she got covered in cobwebs? That wouldn't be cool. At all. Why a basement anyway? She was sure that the bedroom would work much better. Especially a post bed. Those were indeed good beds for tying someone up. Then again, as dusty as the living room was, this was probably just a hide out he used just for situations like this. Which meant that the bedroom would probably be no different. When he came back down stairs, she continued to narrow her eyes, still peeved about that joke. He really was a copy cat. She was the one who made the jokes first and now he was stealing her bit. The absolute nerve! Noticing the bottle of water in his hand. She realized that she was going to be taken care of. It had only been an hour and a half into her kidnapping and he was already making sure she was hydrated. The warmth of the place hadn't bothered her, she had been through worse while she was in the military. She could see herself starting to feel claustrophobic though with the lack of air flow. She parted her lips and looked up at his as she slowly gulped the water down. Damn, her make up probably looked like shit right now. Not that she cared what he thought about her appearance. Nope. not at all. Actually, She began, a small smirk forming on her face. I would like it on me instead of in me. That should cool me down. She wasn't going to let him be the one to upstage her as far as jokes went. Although that one was a little perverted instead of funny. So, She began, casually changing the subject. How has your strive for justice affect your love life?
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Shrugging as Abigail commented that she wanted the water on her, Caleb accommodated her, even if she was just making a perverted joke to try and get a rise out of him. He raised the bottle over her torso and poured a bit over her, perhaps making a point of letting some of the cold liquid hit her nipples before tilting it upright once more and capping it with a smirk. Setting the bottle aside, he cocked an eyebrow as she asked about his love life. The truth was, he hadn't had much of one since he'd started this. There had been a couple of times, though, that it became necessary to seduce the wife of a target, or some other woman similarly close, to learn the habits of those he was after. And of course, after hubby turned up dead, every one of those wives conveniently left out the fact that she'd been having an affair, wanting to save face. But they had never been anything but tools to him, nothing more. Pursing his lips a bit, he looked at the girl, his mouth then drawing into a slightly seductive grin. Well, he started, kneeling by the cot and leaning closer to her, moving to press his lips to her ear. I could tell you a bit about my love life if you like. Would that make you all hot? He raised a hand to glide it up her wet body slowly, tracing the flesh just below her breasts, then down, doing the same to her abdomen just above her cunt, but never actually touched either of the sweet spots. Because if it does, then maybe I could tell you about... He was teasing her, there was no doubt, getting her worked up with his words and his touches. Grabbing the part of the rope that ran down her front, between her breasts and around her cunt, he tugged it upward so that the knot pressed into her a bit, then let it go as he completed the statement he had been starting. ...how it's none of your business. With a smirk, he bit her earlobe and backed away, heading for the steps. I need to go clean the bedroom up a bit, he told her, glancing back at her. Have a nice old iron post bed in there that will work nicely for keeping you in place, and it's big enough for both of us so I can keep an eye on you. Don't miss me too much. Giving her a devilish grin, he winked and disappeared up the steps. The sounds of things being moved and his footsteps as he walked around the room cleaning up could be heard above for about a half hour, then he finally walked down the steps once more. Looking to Abigail, Caleb grabbed the water, offering her a bit more before capping the bottle and starting to untie her, this time giving her a bit of length to the rope between her feet as he reconfigured it, allowing her to walk on her own, her hands bound behind her back as he helped her to stand. Up the steps, he ordered, grabbing the water bottles and prodding her along as he walked behind her.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Her body shivered as he poured the cold water onto her skin, her nipples instantly hardening in response. She hadn't really expected him to take her seriously, but a little water never killed anyone. She grinned. She always found that expression amusing. Wincing as she felt the water tricking down her breasts, she moaned purposely just to teasing him. That's so good. She said with a smirk. She waited for him to answer the question, he seemed a little lost in thought for the moment. When he leaned over to press his lips against her ear, her heart began to beat faster. She fucking hated that he could make her react like that. But then again, it was exciting to her. Her body tensed as he ran his fingers down her bare skin, teasing just underneath the spots she just wanted him to touch. When he toyed with the rope, it moved that knot he had tired and it began to run across her clit, causing her to moan for real this time. Damn, he was teasing her. For years, she had been the person doing all the teasing. Now, she found herself on the other end, and she could do nothing about it. The way the tone of his voice filled her ears was just turning her on even more. When he suddenly let go of her, she looked confused at first. She heard what he was saying, but it took a while to register in her head. Wait, what do you mean its none of my business? She growled eventually as he left the basement again. This wasn't fucking cool. She didn't like being teased. That was what she was doing to people all her life? She really was cruel. She probably had this coming to her for years. And obviously, she wasn't going to be asking the questions around her. She had answered his question fully and truthfully. That wasn't fair at all. She closed her eyes and heard the sound of his foot steps right above her. He really was cleaning. She was half expecting him to leave and not come back until she was nearly dead. When he came back down she met his gaze with another glare. She was still excited and a little wet from the last time he teased her. He untied her again, and she really wished he would make up his mind about where he was keeping her. It was ironic though, how he kept doing things that popped up into her head. First with the knot on her clit and now the post bed. If you keep untying me and retying me, She began with a smirk as he loosened the rope that bound her legs together just enough for her to go into a shuffle. You might slip up. Speaking of slip ups, she realized that she hadn't even tried to get out of the rope when he went upstairs...twice. That was a possible opportunity that she might have missed. She moved towards the stairs, cursing herself for letting him get her so worked up that she couldn't even think straight. As she hopped up the stairs she grimaced at how idiotic she must of looked, what with her breasts and ass just bouncing with every hop.