Thread: Waking Up to Disaster (Lostgalone x QB)

Mit suru The Kidnapper Masked Charles Wentworth - Mitsuru's childhood friend. Recently reunited after attending different elementary schools. Easy to push around. Patrick Callaghan - Charles' friend. A little more inquisitive yet loyal to his friends. May have feelings for Mitsuru Valerie Degroot - Mitsuru's friend. The brainiac of the group, though a bit stiff and cold, she looks out for Mitsuru. Valerie was among the first to be concerned. Mitsuru is running late again. Not like it ever changes. She sighed with that unexcited tone of voice. With that, Charles was obliged to agree. Not that he'd really deny it, he only would if Mitsuru herself was there. That was how easy it was to get him to agree. I guess...maybe she's freshening up? he asked her just as he packed up his books. Unaware that something dire had happened to his pushy girlfriend, Charles put away his belongings, more than reluctant to continue his presentation on Fracking and Geology. Hah. Probably takes hours to get her make-up. I guess that's all for today. See you tommorow. Valerie packs up her belongings as she waved farewell to Charles. The boy also left, trying to call her number. Even if she was so pushy and rather demanding...he still cared for his childhood friend. Now...where was she? Charles thought to himself, whistling on his way home. The tinted windows atleast gave her enough solace, to be able to see right outside. The parking lot was situated just right outside of the school building, just few minutes into dusk, with the orange skyline shining above. People passed right on by, but even with her gagged screams not one of them made an effort to move, as she was left stuck there. The doors were locked, even from the inside. It seemed like the machine itself was built to contain and imprison someone...the Queen Bee perhaps known as Mitsuru. Was this karma for that accident that ended in a humiliating grilling from her? Perhaps. Though someone did move closer towards the car. Did a savior finally hear her gagged pleas? And while the person's face was obscured by the dark tintage, all hope slowly drained quickly as he leaned his head down only to put on a Guy Fawkes mask. This was no savior. This was her kidnapper. Hello there, slut. He greets, opening the door only to close it quickly. Reaching over her legs, he slowly drew out a gun with one hand. You fucking resist and I'll sure blow your brains out. Not like you had any to begin with, you dumb blonde. He railed on her, as he, roughly, pushed the seat back to make space, tossing her against the ground. Come on. Sit on your ass. Legs to the side you dumb whore. Don't make me force you! he motioned he gun as a bid for her to do as he said. The Kidnapper's voice was distorted behind a voice modulator, though judging by his pronunciations it was clear he was a male. Then, taking the vibrator that fell, he then pointed the gun right at her temple. Spread those thighs. Spread them That's good. he whispered as he hands her the remote to hold behind her back. If I hear that thing fall silent I swear to God they'll have to find you piece by piece! Was she willing to test his words? When that was said and done, he walks up to her, grabbing onto her bare breasts. His touch was none too gentle. How disgusting, drooling over your tits. he comments, stroking a portion of her saliva, smearing it right onto her panties. He laughs before his hands pressed against her bust. Her chest was squished uncomfortably between his fingers in his rough and callous groping. Are these fake, you whore? he asked, tapping the trigger so dangerously close to pressing it down and splattering her brains out.