Thread: The Absolving Abduction { thelovelyaddison x Wander }

Vanity is the greatest among the seven sins the loss of it shall prick you like a billion pins. A million dollars, motherfucker unmarked bills of a hundred. Bargain and Ill have a finger for every dollar you reduce, ya hear me? But please, understand, I do not have that much cash with me right now. Hahaha, dont fuck wid me, asshole. Ya think I dont know bout yo bank balance and stock market jobs. But you wrong, fool. I know bout you and if you say no, youll have a dish on yo doorstep, your wifes head on a motherfuckin plate and youll get as many blowjobs you want from her. Two days, Im givin ya two days after which, you will get some part of her in yo fuckin mail. The beeping sound that followed this conversation illustrated that the man on the line had finished his statement and threats and was not interested in negotiating any further. Fuckin cheap bastard! He exclaimed and spat on the floor. Flipping the cellular phone in his hand which as a very old button model of Nokia by todays standards of iPhones, Androids, and Windows Phones. No, this man was by no means cheap or a fool. This was in fact an ingenious plan to hide his location from the authorities. Removing the rear panel of the phone, he extracted the battery and behind it, he found what he sought. Exhuming the sim from within the confines of the phone, he fished out a lighter from the pocked of his ragged light blue ripped jeans. They will never catch me. He boasted as he ignited the lighter and kindled the sim until it burned down to cinders in a light flame upon the ground. I better check on that feisty bitch. Shes been moaning like a whore all day. He rose from his seat after quickly replacing the previous sim for another untraceable one. He could still remember all the efforts this job had taken to pull off and now, the magnificently directed play which he had orchestrated after careful planning was at the final scene. I need to be very careful from now on. He reminded himself and then rose from his chair. Across the narrow corridor of the room, walked a goliath. If David were to face him instead of the actual Goliath, then victory would be an impossibility for this man had not only the visage of a rhinoceroses, but the mind of a cunning fox. He had intricately planned the entire affair, first researching vigorously for probable candidates for his affair. He could not pick celebrities because their disappearance would be instantly noticed by the media that hovers around them like bees around flowers. He could not select some rich Casanova, for they had powerful parents to back them up. He had to select someone from New money as they call it. These were the people that were not born rich and had earned their way through. Thus their influence was limited and yet money was extravagant. Therefore, this man who was an orphan and had nobody in near relation, save his wife was the best possible candidate for the job. I must take his wife. The beast had decided after following the couple to find out that this man was indeed smitten by his beautiful wife. It was one evening when the husband was out of town for some important business that the fiend broke into the house Breaking in and avoiding security was a matter of professional excellence for the malefactor and while he knew that hoping for copious amounts of cash stored at home was an impossibility due to the paranoia of rich people against the IRS, he did not try to steal any precious artefacts as well because he was aware that if he tried to sell anything, he would be in danger of being apprehended due to the long and deep reach of the FBI. Unmarked bills however, were something even they had difficulty tracing. The laughter of the man was evident of his mirth. What a fool, He exclaimed, still guffawing at the fortune with which he was bestowed. He thinks I will pay him a million dollars for that bitch? I would not give him a single dime. He is helping me do what I was planning to do myself. The girl upon him giggled with glee, her long golden hair which was messy, was falling in torrents down her back, all the way close to her posterior. The blue eyes gazed down at the man below him, whose pale skin glimmered magnificently under the dim light of the room. He was ghastly pale, as if he possessed no soul and the slightly tanned complexion of the girl seemed to be in contrast to his ominous form. The cold gray eyes of the man gazed up at the woman above him, devouring the sight of her soft naked flesh, the bulbous breasts and slender form which gave her an almost ethereal form. Now, said he, he removing the chocolate brown bangs from his eyes, Are you just going to talk about her or are we going to continue what we started? The girl grinned with gaiety and nodded as he grabbed the mans shoulders, her long nails digging into the pale flesh as she began to move, swaying her hips back and forth.She began to romp up and down letting the nefarious individual penetrate deep within her core as they both moaned with ecstasy. Tyler was playing with the silver ring upon his lips, his finger prodding it repeatedly as he made his way into the room. The fiend was what we call, punctured in several places. Not only was the lip containing a ring, he also had his ears pierced with two silver rings His favourite form of piercing jewellery upon it. The man was a hideous beast of sorts tall, strong as an ox, sinewy with bulging muscles which would intimidate any gaunt man in his presence. He had to adorn such a form for it was an essential requisite in his line of work to appear formidable and thus, an ambitious person like Tyler had become a regular member of the local gym. He believed in having control over everything, his jobs, his women and even himself. It was for this reason that he always worked alone. His frenzy for control went far enough that he wanted complete domination over his own self, thus he was laced with tattoos all over him as a sign of his triumph over his own flesh, marking it with what he desires rather than the smooth dark surface of the night which nature intended for him. A lions head on one bicep, barbed wire on his forearms, an eagle stretching its wings on the other bicep and the word Victory was imprinted on the other forearm. His entire back was branded with a pugnacious dragon breathing fire and thus the once black skin was now a canvas of colours as his naval had rays emanating from it, making it appear like the sun with its exuberating radiance. A holy cross ran down from his torso, bisecting his chest as a sign of his mothers stern catholic belief. The tattoo of his name with each letter upon every finger with T tattooed on the thumb till R Tattooed on the smallest finger, naming himself as the ruler of his own self.... Complete domination. The dark, toad like eyes gazed down at his victim who was bound to her bed, her arms stretched out across the bed and handcuffed too either post as a black cloth ran across her eyes, blinding her. Tyler was indeed a professional at his work and took no chances. I cannot let her recognise me. He had concluded. Running a hand through his rough buzz cut short hair, the man came forward. His long black vest contained a small pocket from which he removed a knife and gazed at the girl like a wolf gazing hungrily at lambs. Resting the tip of the sharp knife on her cheek, he moved it slowly against her flesh, making sure not to apply any pressure so as to avoid injuring his prized possession. He was close enough now for the girl to feel the warm breath from his globular nose upon her face as he whispered, Yo man is a serious motherfucker. The fool was bargainin wid me. Did he think I would give his ho away so cheaply? Im gonna play wid her first. The longer he takes, the more I play wid you, bitch.