Thread: liliebar x Wolfy

S hadows. They were the deepest reach into the darkness, shrouding and enveloping everything within the grasp. Even a human being could be completely engulfed in the shadows. Icy blue hues were hidden from view, not allowing themselves to be pried as they were the ones that were to do the prying. The owner of the icy blues watched like the predator he was, grasping each detail of the petite, curvy blond. He remained ever so patient as he waited for the right moment to pounce. He picked out this prey several weeks ago and had been making notes to her every movement ever since. He could hardly believe his luck when he had came across this woman. She met all the qualifications and specifications right down to the last strand of hair. Now, the time had come and everything was perfect. All of his hard work and long hours were to finally be paid off. As he watched the young woman finally clothe herself in a sexual red-ridding hood outfit, an image of another blonde appeared in his mind, her light, aqua green hues seeming to call to him in need. Soon. Soon he would meet those needs and bring the curly blonde to the blonde that plagued his mind. The view of the blonde plaguing his mind suddenly vanished as the sound of heels grabbed the predator's attention. She was fully dressed down and in such a seductive attire as well. The young woman looks so ripe for the picking and just so. . .tasty. However, despite how 'scrumptious' the woman was appearing, she was not to be for him. She was a gift after all and he needed to ensure as little damage as possible was to come to her. Steadily, he began to put everything into play. He was not worried of a boyfriend interfering with this plan tonight, seeing as she was now single. In fact, it appeared that the recent break-up had 'inspired' the young woman to behave and dress in such manor. What a costly mistake. This was not this predator's first hunt, and he always found it amusing how people felt so safe within those walls they deemed a home. The truth was, they could not be any more dead wrong. Without so much as a sound, the man stepped from the shadows, completely clad in black with the only exception being partial facial features mainly being his icy gaze down to his lips. A scar could be seen curving around his left cheek, barely defined due to his tanned flesh. His lips were curled into a twisted grin as he stepped towards the young woman. Hm. Why don't you look rather intimate? You know, people can get the wrong idea seeing you dressed in such a manner. With only giving the woman a brief moment to react, he moved with such speed it would not allow the woman a chance to defend herself. There was a sudden crash as a vase fell from its resting place upon the side table, shattering across the floor and igniting a spark as the bulb broke. He easily overpowered the woman, fighting to restrain her. A cloth soon muffled any screams from the woman as he held it tightly over her mouth and nose. He always found it amusing that people would not hold their breath when a cloth was held over their mouth and nose. It was blatantly clear that the cloth was completely socked in chloroform. Movies always gave evident to that, despite how cliche it appeared to be. As always, it took only a few moments for that cliche to work itself out as the woman was to fall to unconsciousness. The man stood up, taking in calm and stable breaths as he stared at the seemingly lifeless body at his feet. Sister, I will ease your lonely pain. That bastard of a Master won't be able to take this from you. With that, he hoisted the woman over his shoulder. The drug soon had worked its course through the woman's body, it's effect beginning to fade. A soft voice spoke out to the unconsciousness woman. Wake up beautiful. Wake up. When the woman was to open her eyes, and was able to gain her focus, she would see a young woman leaning over her, appearing to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her long blond hair cascaded over her pale rosy-peach shoulders, falling down to caress her large breasts. A pair of light, aqua-green hues met the hues of the woman, seeming to possess gentle kindness in them, and yet something else beneath it all. They almost seemed as they were broken, without a soul. A short, aqua-green gown that was held up by a pair thing straps that seemed to begin to fall over her shoulders. A gentle hand reached out to caress the other woman's face, her finger tips being ever so gentle. There you are. Good morning sunshine. The woman find that her ankles and wrists were secured in shackles that were chained the floor. The chains were long enough to give her room to roam the large room but short enough to where she could not reach any door to escape. I love your Red Riding Hood outfit. You look rather appetizing and this wolf is ready to gobble you up.