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Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree's sleep was rather peaceful, until it began. The sounds of rain in the background, the occasional lightning breaking against her eyelids and the images before her eyes, flashbacks of the previous night. Only this time, she was not the one calling the police any longer. She was at his place, simply because she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Running, as long as she could, as fast as she could, she soon ended up in a house. It didn't take her long to realize that she was in her own house, a place that used to be the one sanctuary she had turning into her deathbed. Ironic, really. She crawled under the cover in her nightmare, when a shadow came, pointing the cold metal object against her forehead before the trigger was pulled. The sound of a shot mixing with a thunder outside, she gasped, her eyes darting open. Sweat had formed on her temples, cold as the rest of her body was. Slowly sitting up, she didn't notice the man in the shadows for several moments. Instead, she tried to calm herself, to tell her that now that she told the police what she knew they would not come after her. Deciding that she needed to get drunk, she turned her head only to let out a soft gasp. Shivers ran down her spine as she realized that the dream was not far from reality, that she most likely had a few hours left to live if the man found her to her taste, a few moments otherwise. ''I'm guessing you're the Reaper,'' she said meekly, a bitter smile crawling onto her lips. She was too tired to be attempting to scream or fight. She knew how useless it was. Nobody would hear her, nothing could possibly save her. ''Could you make it quick and painless?'' She wondered, biting on her lower lip, trying to prevent the tears that kept on crawling to her face.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

The girl's reaction was not what Carlo expected. Perhaps she was shell-shocked, jaded, or whatever term might be used for showing a lack of emotion in the face of almost certain death. In any case, he'd drawn his weapon at the first sign of Desiree, and now held it out, trained between her temples. Sit down, he ordered her. Back in your bed, he went on to explain. I'll be the one to give the orders, he chided her, stalking ever closer to her in an ominous manner. Do you know why I'm here? he challenged her, flashing a bright white smile, a friendliness that belied his sinister motive in being inside her home.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

The girl watched the gun pointed at her, aware that her brains would be all over the wall if he was to make the slightest movement with his finger. It was frightening and horrible, how easily a human's life could be stolen. She crawled back against the bed's head, her eyes never leaving him. It took all of her will not to break down crying or not to look at the gun. His words unnerved her, he unnerved her, the situation unnerved her. ''Well considering the fact that I asked you to make it quick, you could assume that I do know,'' she replied, frowning. He was like a cat playing with his prey, it displeased her. ''What orders?'' She then questioned, her gentle voice trembling slightly.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Carlo knew full well that Desiree wasn't naive. But he would have taken pleasure in making her admit that he was going to off her, making her predict her own demise. It turned out, however, that despite her reputed profession, she was apparently a woman of more dignity that that. Even of more dignity than to beg for her life. You told me to make it quick, he shot back. Where I come from, that's an order. And the person with the gun gives the orders, as far as I know, he continued in explanation. So I'll decide if it's quick or slow, painless, or..... not. He cocked the gun fully next, and lifted the safely, effecting an eerie clicking sound. But the louder bang never came next. Carlo wasn't afraid to pull the trigger, but something intrigued him about this woman. Something even beyond the superficial beyond the smooth skin and soft breasts. Come up here, out of the sheets, he ordered her, motioning to the side with his gun. Stand up so I can see you. He took a step back to make sure she didn't try anything desperate with the gun, and then snickered. Now that's what I'm referring to when I talk about an order , he taunted.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree listened to his words, almost rolling her eyes. If she wasn't so afraid, she most likely would have done so. Instead, she hid behind a mask, the way she always did. She hid behind the mask of desire, of longing and pleasure when really she felt like an empty shell when these horrible, dirty men pretended to be the best thing she has ever had. ''I'm sorry if I made it seem so, I simply assumed that I had the right to a last request,'' she replied cautiously, a soft sigh escaping her plump lips. In her mind, the situation wasn't even real yet. Hearing the lift, she stared at the gun, waiting for the blinding pain or the horrible sound she has heard earlier on. Instead, there was a silence disrupted by nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the windows. She chuckled bitterly to his taunt, pushing the covers off of her slender body. She then stood up, the white panties and tight tank top barely covering anything, looking almost ghastly in contrast to her lightly tanned skin and the darkness of the room. ''Do you like what you see?'' She wondered, biting on her lower lip, her gaze trailing over the man slowly.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

If Carlo had doubted whether Desiree was a 'woman of the night' before, that was cleared up for him now. There was no doubt she was a woman of some class, despite her profession, but the way she remained calm and confident, or at least appeared so outwardly, spoke to years of experience with men. You don't have such a right, he brashly countered her. This isn't the state jail, he went on. You get shit. Not a last request, not a last meal. Despite his harsh words, he slowly returned his weapon to the waist of his pants, the only sound in the room now being that of the heavy, pounding rain. As she stood up, the would-be executioner furrowed his brow and studied Desiree's form. He could see every curve of her body as the top wrapped it tightly, only the necessary parts covered by her white panties. He did like what he saw, and didn't see any reason to hide it. She wasn't a woman who'd be made to feel uncomfortable by such talk, that was certain. She was a stunning woman. But I do like what I see, he admitted, nodding his head up and down her body emphatically. So how much does it usually cost? he asked with a leer and a roll of his tongue along his lower lip.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree offered him a meek smile, the most she could manage. She didn't answer the first comment, since she knew that whatever she said she would end up making him angry and it would cost her her life. Meanwhile, the gun's return to his belt gave her a slim light of hope. A part of her was about to chuckle as she thought what form her last meal could potentially take. Of course there was nothing even remotely funny about the situation, she was simply in a state where her emotions swung back and forth. His question made her think, the woman shrugging slowly. ''It depends,'' she replied slowly, her voice not sounding cocky in the least. In her opinion, she was merely a salesperson, who worked hard to get where she was. It was something she did well and deserved to be paid for it. ''Ten to twetny,'' she murmured after a few moments, obviously speaking in thousands. That was the biggest advantage of being a call girl - she was incredibly well paid, simply because she played the role of both a psychologist and a woman. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, for once unaware of what to say to a man. Was this where she was going to beg for mercy, or was she supposed to attempt seduction? Brushing her hair out of her eyes with a sigh, she raised her eyes, her gaze meeting his one. ''You know...My death really wouldn't change much,'' she commented, taking a slight step closer to him. ''I can leave the town, the country,'' she continued, yet as she was about to say something else, she stopped, waiting for him to answer. A part of her felt stupid - it was futile, she knew it.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Carlo analyzed the mysterious call girl as she contemplated her price. Maybe she was oozing fear inside, but she didn't do anything to show it to him. She was amazingly cold and confident, still. He wondered what made her price vary so much. The amount of time desired in her company? The level of kink involved in the sex? The looks of the john? And he wondered besides who could pay that much. Carlo had never hired a prostitute before. He prided himself on not needing to, and so far, he'd never gone wanting. Perhaps politicians tired of their icy wives frequented her bed. Maybe kinky lawyers or executives who put on a straight-laced facade by day. Your death would change a lot, he contradicted her. If you leave town, you could always change your mind, he speculated. Besides, if my bosses found out you were alive, I'd... go away for sure, he added. You think I want that to happen? That makes a difference for me, he insisted a little angrily. He looked into her eyes and tried to decipher what she was getting at, but he couldn't. This woman was used to putting on a front, and he simply couldn't see through it. So if I take twenty thousand worth of...... services, he said delicately, do you think that's worth it to me? He frowned and shifted his weight back and forth, watching as his long shadow played on the bedsheets. Do you possibly think it's worth risking my own neck just to get some ass I could normally never afford?
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree studied him, noticing that he suddenly became more cooperative. No more shouting orders, merely contemplating and even delicacy in his choice of words. It made her curious, he seemed to be different from other gang member she has ever gotten to encounter. It was 'back in the day', when she was working for at most five hundred dollars a night, on the street. Even then, however, the only person she knew who belong to a gang was her 'pimp'. Then, she managed to get out of there and became a call girl for an elite agency. She never looked back and avoided areas of organized crime as though it was plague. His words regarding the twenty thousand worth of services formed a plan in her head. Hopefully he would buy it. She approached him slowly, her hips swaying in an inviting manner. Her feline, almost predatory gaze paused upon his face, a faint grin drawing itself on her features. ''It could be,'' she replied, without bothering to elaborate on her worth. Her voice was subtly, gradually growing lower and huskier, turning into the tone she used with her clients. Her hand slowly slid up, resting on his chest. ''Maybe you could at least reconsider the last wish, then?'' She wondered, raising her head slightly, since she was considerably smaller than he was, looking like a doll next to the man. ''Make my last hours enjoyable? My clients are really not that good looking,'' she added suggestively.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

In the back of his head, Carlo knew that the girl was trying to play him. She was trying to exploit his vanity, by suggesting that most of her clients weren't at his level of desirability. Although he knew what was going on, Carlo was a sucker for adoration. Being approached by such a sultry, inviting woman was his biggest weakness, and for that, perhaps his boss should have been blamed for not giving this particular job to someone who had a little more control in that area. Interesting proposition, he growled a little playfully, starting to rock back and forth slightly himself as he considered it. Twenty thousand in services... for giving you a last request, he repeated. Well, I'm a man of business. Now you're speaking my language, he commended her, rubbing at his chin. I'll always listen to a reasonable offer. He glanced down at her hand as it rested on his chest, and then looked up into her eyes, which were still a good deal lower than his own. He extended his hands and slid them onto her hips, and then slowly began working her white top upward, revealing some of her smooth stomach, his expression breaking into a very slight smile. You do realize, he began in a last warning, that if you try anything , the last thing you'll remember on this earth will be trying to pull a table leg out of your ass.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree smiled, noticing the light playfullness in his voice. She couldn't have asked for more at that point - she expected him to get angry, perhaps even hurt her. Instead, he seemed to be willing to give her one last chance. Her hand slid to his side, another one following it, carefully stroking the fairly sensitive areas located there. She tried to maintain his gaze, as much as it killed her to do so. It made her work twice as hard to hide all emotion and replace it with lust. It wasn't that hard once he touched her - her mind went fairly blank as it always did during a job, jolts of electricity traveling down her spine. His hands were pleasant, and paired with the incredible adrenaline rush that came with the situation she felt her lower body tingle. ''There won't be a need for that, I'll be a good girl,'' she murmured with a cat-like grin, stepping closer to him, her small body almost pressed up against his stronger and bigger one - her chest ample enough to press against the upper part of his stomach. She meanwhile raised her head, tilting it slightly, her warm breath breaking against his lips. However, she didn't do a thing, assuming that he wanted to control the show.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Carlo relaxed a little when Desiree promised to be a good girl. Of course, there was no basis to trust her, but the way she said it was simply so disarming. It made him feel like there was nothing whatsoever to worry about, and he had to force himself to remember not to let his guard down completely. When the girl looked up at him, Carlo froze for a moment. He was used to taking the lead, but this was a professional. She knew what she was doing. Was a man supposed to cede to her expertise in this situation? He took the initiative eventually, and leaned down, pressing his lips against hers for a moment and tasting her warm breath before pulling away a tiny bit. So what does twenty large usually get a guy? he asked teasingly. Hopefully whatever he wants, Carlo added in response to his own question. He kept his hands at work under her top, and gently grasped at her bare hips under the garment, using them as a starting point to slide his hands up her sides as he smiled at her.
Thread: [Houdini & Tainted] Stockholm Syndrome.

Desiree noticed his muscles relaxed, which caused her to do so as well. The situation seemed almost unreal - they were acting as though they were merely a couple, or a simple one night stand, when in truth he was a wolf and her a lonely sheep. She softly returned the kiss, slipping in a certain amount of innocence although she was clearly experienced. Briefly brushing her lips against his ones with every word she spoke, she grinned. ''Forget the numbers, you get whatever you want,'' she replied, curious about the reason he kept on insisting on the price. One of her hands slid along his neck, applying light motion in circular movements on a sensitive spot on his neck located right above a bundle of nerves. The other meanwhile finished working on his shirt, stroking his chest, enjoying the sensation of his skin underneath her fingertips. ''What is it that you want?'' She wondered, deliering him another slow, sensual kiss, her tongue brushing past her lips to caress his ones without actually entering his mouth.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Sitting on the collapsible chair next to the window, Nagato flipped through the pages of 1 Litre no Namida. She had been alone most of the day, the rest of the SOS Brigade hardly showing up except during lunch and after lessons, Nagato sat alone for most of that period. At one point, observing day by day was satisfying, and still is, but the occasional possibility that Asakura could be right, action prompting Suzumiya into acting might be a logical choice. She turned the page, her mind working quickly already dismissing the idea.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Kyon was already fed up with the latest happening being a pawn in Haruhi's crazy schemes was awfully tiring physically and mentally. He was walking up the steps to the clubroom and thinking about the latest of the phenomena he had witnessed and how Nagato saved him from Asahina-san's Mikkuru Biimu. Nagato might have been usually a cold person yet she was very dependable and not really cold as much as emotionless. Or so he thought. Still wondering about the time when he told her he was not a glasses type and from there she had not been wearing them. His mind seemed to be filled with thoughts of Nagato when he entered the SOS brigade room and saw her sitting by the window book in hand as usual. Oi Nagato... He said as he took his usual place on a chair by the table.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Oh, Hello. She said plainly, not looking up from her book. She had been feeling strange lately around Kyon, like how she thought was changing. She had feeling this might be a program adjustment something dictating the way she reacted to stimulus, the thing that made her so calculating and Asakura so charismatic. Perhaps she had done it to herself without thinking to hard, having come to a logical conclusion that more closeness to Kyon would mean more influence to a situation. Thinking this she did something she'd usually never do. She got up with her book and sat next to Kyon, still reading, but next to him.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Kyon was surprised. Yet he was feeling strangely happy with being close to Nagato, he was still thankful to her for having saved his butt so many times before. Ah Nagato. It feels a good time as any to tell you that I owe you a lot. So I wanted to give you a little something. Kyon looked into his book bag and handed her a small diary book. I wonder that since you like to read so much maybe you could write in here. Uhmm actually I am sure this kind of space would be filled soon with all the things that you know... your duty is to observe. But maybe you will write things about that which you like observing. He said giving her an honest smile. Kind of uncharacteristically for his sarcastic self but he felt quite happy around Nagato. Mostly because she had been keeping him safe for so many times.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Oh, Thank you. She looked at him for a moment, having trouble deciding what to do, social conventions usually weren't a thing she processed and the variables of the situation seemed even more random. So slowly she takes the diary and actually smiles at him softly before setting down her book to look at the clean pages. Thank you... I... like it. She said as she flipped through all of the pages before closing it. Carefully, she scooted her chair closer, having only evaluated the situation a few steps ahead she wasn't even sure of what she was hoping to accomplish with this.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Kyon was glad he liked it his smile got wider and he said You're welcome. I actually had a hard time picking a present. But it seemed fitting to you. Haruhi was not coming to the club today she was scouting film locations for the cultural festival movie. and Asahina-san was busy with her friends. And Koizumi had a mission on closed space. seemingly this was a good time to spend talking to Nagato. Well then I am sure you already know the circumstances. So would you like to hang out for a while? I will make you some tea.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Ah, thank you. She nods to him, instead of going back to her book she watched him prepare the tea, for some reason she felt distracted by him, it was probably another aspect of the new programming but nevertheless inconvenient but fulfilling. She felt the same sensations being with Kyon she did when reading a unique story. She folded her hands in her lap waiting, trying to familiarize herself with her new settings she seemed rather distracted as Kyon prepared tea for the two of them, her hands clutching the hem of her uniform's skirt.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Kyon could see her behavior. It was odd for her to act nervous. But being the observant man he was he could tell something was bothering her. Being a man he however couldn't quite point what it was though anyone looking at the both of them would be able to tell right away. He served her tea and sipped on his own. After a few moments had passed she still seemed uneasy. Nagato. Would you like to go out somewhere? I think you might need some distraction you seem a bit distracted and well maybe you have been overworking?
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Nagato sipped more of her tea, setting down the cup gently. I suppose so, but I assure you it's impossible for me to overwork as you say. She felt like she should mask the fact she wanted to go, but instead ended up nodding and and closing her book, tucking it under her arm before standing up. Let's go. She says bluntly, her usual way of doing things, standing perfectly still as she waited for Kyon, even though she was feeling anxious, something new to her. Do you have a location predetermined Kyon? She starts to shift her weight from leg to leg, standing by the door in her cardigan.
Thread: ããã¨ããã (Rei and Parisu)

Ahh youre right.... Maybe you should pick where to go first? Kyon said as he held the door open for her and thought I just hope she doesnt pick somewhere strange... But then again Nagato I dont know if Nagato knows everythin about everything or is just easily amused and doesnt show it. The both of them picked their shoes and walked out of the school when they were at the school gates he asked her. So you picked a place? Or maybe I should pick one first?
Thread: Sano! Remember Me? (Burny and Parisu)

Sanosuke was in the woods practicing his double impact hit Futaino Kiwami. He seemed to have become proficient at it and with so much practice he had to at least become good at it but now he could crush boulders the size of a house with one punch. He was quite proud of himself almost as if his wounded pride after the long battle with Shishio Makoto had healed. After being tretaed like a ragged doll by the bandaged slasher he knew he had to get much stronger to help Kenshin from there on. He picked up his lunch bag and began walking to the Dojo. When he got into the dining room he saw a very familiar and yet unwanted face. Gaaah! He stepped back and looked shocked at the woman sitting on the table eating what seemed to be his ration of food. What are you doing here Nanoke?! Oh Sano. You have met her before? Kenshin asked as Sanosuke stepped back more.
Thread: Sano! Remember Me? (Burny and Parisu)

She heard an oh so familiar voice, and turned her head fast enough that it almost gave her whiplash. Her warm brown eyes lit up with happiness as she jumped up. She squealed excitedly as she rushed over to Sanosuke and glomped him fiercely. Sano-sama! She cooed happily as she looked up at him and grinned. Ive been looking for you ever since I got here! Ive been traveling for one week to find you, ever since you left Kyoto! And I finally found you! She added cheerfully. When Kenshin asked if he knew her, she took the liberty of explaining things herself. He knows me, yep, yep! Hes my fianc! She explained with a wide grin and a nod. Of course, it wasnt official or anything, but she figured he wouldnt be able to say no to such a cutie like her. She sighed dreamily and smiled. It was soooo romantic how he saved me from those yakuza thugs... She said contently.