Thread: (Dead)

Re The Gang closed Creasy chuckled at what she said, his eyes full of unkind laughter. I'll decide if and when you become less of a 'threat,' my dear, he said in his deep gravelly voice. But it's still early and you're not yet broken . A few of the men smiled and laughed at his emphasis on the word, understanding the suggestive connotations. Now what do you say, we continue this conversation privately, hm? He wasn't really asking her and that became evident, when he grabbed ahold of her jacket and lifted her to a standing position from the chair. Then he was dragging her towards the door, stopping briefly by Keith to whisper, Have someone guard my door and do not disturb us. Then he was walking down the hallway with her towards a room in the left side of the house. He pushed her through the doorway of his room roughly, letting her stumble off balance as she entered. The room was just as decrepit as the rest of the house, although the furniture in here was a lot nicer, especially the bed, covered in black and red satin sheets. There was a bureau over against the far wall and a nightstand by the bed, with a small lamp on it that came on, emitting a soft glow when he flicked the switch by the door. But other than that, the room looked worn and weathered. The two windows both had boards crisscrossing them horizontally, nailed from the inside. There was just enough gaps in between the planks to see outside a little bit. As Creasy entered the room, he took off his leather jacket and threw it over a chair by the door. Then he closed the door behind himself and locked it. When he turned back to the girl he had a seductive grin on his face. In the other room, she'd seemed to hold herself together pretty well, giving Keith a hard enough time that he'd been threatening her and even addressing Creasy himself without falling a part. Creasy was not a man to be disobeyed in even the smallest thing. Now was the time to see whether they would have to do this the hard way or the easy way. Let's get something straight, he said as he walked into the room, his lean, muscled body moving with a wolf-like grace. I don't give a shit what you saw or who you've talked to. Understand? Whether you saw something that affects me or not is irrelevant I'm untouchable as far as the law is concerned. He neared the middle of the room to stand over her, looking down at her as he spoke, his rough voice talking in a conversational tone. I don't plan on killing you, but that could change in a second if you decide to give me trouble. As far as what will happen to you, while you're here, you'll never get the opportunity to tell anyone about it because you're never leaving my sight. As far as your friends, family and the police are concerned, you no longer exist. You are in my world now and you-belong-to-ME. The last sentence was said in a firm whisper the way he said it, his words alone should have bound her to him. He caressed her cheek softly before giving her coat a considering look. On a whim, wondering if she had anything valuable on her, he started to go through her pockets, wagering that Keith hadn't thought to do so yet. He was correct when he found her wallet and keys and started to look through the different pockets and cards she had in it. After counting the cash she had on her, he put it all away and tossed that and the keys onto the bed, then continued to search through her pockets methodically. Hello? he said with a curious smile as his fingers found the cell phone and took it out to look at it. Well, well, well. Someone couldn't wait to contact the police, eh? Creasy smiled arrogantly as he looked at the phone and then back at her. Aw, but too bad 'No Service'. He said showing her the phone and what it said before turning it off and tossing it onto the bed as well.