Thread: Prey (DeviantDesire x LaBellaMia)

Vanessa certainly did not fit the profile of a typical kidnapper, nor did the place seem like the typical place a victim was taken to in all of those nightmare stories that make the news. A small and unassuming one-bedroom house sitting on an uncrowded cul de sac was far from the inner-city or boondock dungeons that were so often in the horror movies, and yet here is where Vanessa's first victim to date would find herself. Or, in the basement of said unassuming house, more specifically. Stripped naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back around one of the support poles in a small, dingy room, a leather collar and chain leash also tethering her to the beam by the neck. A small bowl of water sat on the floor, along with an empty bucket beside it, but otherwise, the small concrete room was bare. Upstairs was a rather different story, a busy and currently rather messy living arrangement. The living room was strewn with a few mismatched articles of clothing, as the last few days' work had not left much time for straightening up, and the kitchen was a mess, as if somebody had been cooking but not cleaning up afterwards. The homeowner herself seemed quite content, lounging about on her couch to unwind after what was a rather busy day. One wouldn't know the horrible things she had done earlier that night, as she did not look at all disturbed. Indeed, she was rather getting off on the power she so easily took over this unfortunate young lady in her basement. Taking the girl had been surprisingly easy, although it was a full-day's work after her 'employer' had given her the address and a photo. After spending the day staking out her apartment building, she flirted her way in when another tenant opened the door. She was ready to use the bump key she had created to get into apartment 206, but the dumb bitch had left her door open when she ran out to meet a friend or something. She was rather new to this, so hadn't fully considered the risk that her target may not come back alone, but Vanessa lucked out, finding her prey all by her lonesome. Lurking between the sofa and a wall, she sprung out with her chloroform-soaked rag, forcing it over the girl's face and making strangely soothing shushing noises until she collapsed, lifeless. After a quick comparison between the unconscious girl and the image she was provided, she hauled her out, doing her best to make it look at least somewhat like the two were simply walking close together, side by side. It didn't -seem- as if anyone took notice, with the nighttime darkness giving her cover. Yeah, the young woman said, a moment after picking up the disposable, pre-paid phone she had picked up just for this occasion, It's her...Yeah, I checked the picture...Well, you can come see for yourself, if you're so damned worried about it...Tomorrow night. Right, whatever. Bring the rest of the money. And with no wasted pleasantries, Vanessa hung up on the man on the other side, tucking her phone away into the waistline of the lacy-black panties she wore. Dressed-down as she was now, having shed everything but the underwear and a tight-fitting white tanktop when she got back from the capture, it was easy to see that she was far from the average kidnapper. Wavy red hair would fall a few inches passed her shoulders unrestrained, but was currently bound back in a loose ponytail. Her skin was light in complexion, contrasting the rather striking shade of green her eyes were. She had a somewhat athletic build and stood at about average height for a woman, but was too thin to look like she could have easily overwhelmed her victim without the ambush on her side. She was far from curvy, but the swell of her chest was still pleasant, her breasts still having a youthful perkiness about them. Her rear end, shown off by the fact that it was barely covered at the moment, was her more distinctly feminine feature, her hips rather wide for her slim build. She still had a good deal of the eye-makeup she had went out with on. Reaching for her laptop, she put on some earphones, putting on some music to unwind. A satisfied, smug smirk crossed her lips, knowing what waited down in her basement below. She had never done this before, but decided it seemed like a good idea to let the girl wake and find herself alone, to begin. To let the confusion, and then the panic set in...