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Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Tommy, tell me the good news. Tell me everything has went to plan. Everything has went to plan, Boss. Good, good! And the girl? How's our hostage? She's fine. Last time I saw her, Frankie was dragging the poor bitch in to his apartment. All nice and quiet for him as well. We'll see how long she stays that way. Tommy laughed. Where are you just now? Just dropped off the car. They shouldn't notice it's been gone... that's if they don't see the three big bullet holes in the back bumper. Any word from the Trapattoni's? Nothing yet, I'm waiting on a call, though. Someone's going to phone up, demanding to know what we've done to her. I'll just direct them to the real abductors, and we can sit back and watch as it gets heated. Good stuff, Boss. I'll go check on Frankie just now, then I'll head back. Catch you around. ---------- Frankie! It's Tommy. How's our little star doing? Right now she's sleeping. I've got my fingers crossed that it stays that way. Ha, well you wish. I'm on my way round, just returned the car you borrowed. Could have told me you had been shot at, let's just hope those idiots don't start to wonder where those big holes came from. Well I'm sorry, Tommy. I forgot to tell the Trapattoni's to stop shooting at me. I'm sure they would have understood if I asked them nicely. Yeah, well our friends have kept quiet just now. It won't be long before we start hearing about it. Just keep that bitch gagged and in your apartment, and everything should go without a hitch. Yes, dad . Tommy smiled, and hung up the cell phone. Tommy didn't like to walk. Wherever he went, it was by car. Was it lazy on his part? No. Cars were designed to transport people from A to B, fast and quickly. Walking, on the other hand, made you tired, and took too long. And considering he was wearing a suit -- grey in colour -- and new shoes that felt a little too small for his own liking, he was quickly complaining to himself of the situation. After ten minutes of walking, the apartment was in sight. Although only four floors, it was the tallest structure for blocks. Maybe because industrial area surrounded it, although that didn't seem to lower the propery value at all. Plenty of vans and trucks were parked in this area of the city, and Tommy always wondered what each one carried. There was no telling what ones were drugs, and what ones were legit. Opening the door to his apartment, Tommy felt the door whack something hard, with such force that what ever he hit, tumbled to the floor. He looked up to find Frankie bleeding from the lip, holding his hand to his face with a frown. What the hell is going on here? He asked, looking down to see Jacky on the floor. There was a knife in her hand, so Tommy pressed his show against it to prevent the woman from picking it up. She was bound and fucking gagged, how the hell did she get away? She did some monkey shit with her arms, I turned away for a second and she hit me in the fucking face. Sighing, the new arrival grabbed the woman by her top and pulled her up ever so slightly, then hitting her face hard with his fist. Don't slack off. We let her go, then we're all fucked.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

She had now hurt both of them -- Frankie and Tommy. They were really fed up with her attacking, and wished that she would actually behave like a normal hostage, and act scared and frightened. Obviously she had to have a certain personality and attitude to get as far as she did, but they weren't aware that she was the Boss yet. They still thought she was the Boss' daughter. Once more, Tommy hit her hard in the face, still groaning from her kick. Shut up, you bitch! Damn it, maybe we should cut off one of her fingers every time she fights back. You're a smart girl, so you figured out that we're not really the Simone's. Give this girl a chocolate-fucking-medal. Now it's just too bad that you can't tell your family this little piece of information, they still think that the Simone's took you. Tommy's cell phone triggered the ring tone again and he placed it to his ear. Yeah? -- Oh, so they phoned, huh? -- Really? -- They're giving you half the Simone's territory? -- Can you trust them? -- Nah, I didn't think you would. -- Jacky's being a pain in the backside, if you want me to be honest. Don't worry, we've got it sorted, she ain't going anywhere. -- Yeah, I'll be round soon. Tommy looked up, and motioned for Frankie to help him grab her. The two men did their best to restrain her as they took her to the bedroom, taping her mouth shut once more and retaping the limbs which had been loosened. This time, her bondage included a chair. Hands behind the chair, and ankles taped to each leg of the piece of furniture. The two men stood in front, watching her no doubt struggle to get out of that as well. She's like a fucking eel. Can't stop moving for a second. Maybe I should go to the pet-store, get a cage and throw her in one. Or we just break her legs. How long am I supposed to keep her here for? A few weeks, maybe longer. We'll phone you if you need to move her, things are going to be pretty crazy soon. Crazy? I think the crazy things have already started. Tommy and Frankie said their goodbyes to each other, while Tommy promised he would visit tomorrow morning to check on her, and update him with what was going on. He was warned not to open the door to anyone, unless there was a phonecall in advance.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Tell me where the fuck she is!! One of your cars was seen at the kidnapping! What the fuck do you mean that your men didn't drive their cars!!! You fuckers had this planned from the beginning!! Jacky!!! We're here for you!!! Seven men stood outside of the Simone complex, armed to the teeth. None of them were top ranking, but they were loyal. Suddenly, gun shots began to fire from inside of the complex, spraying glass and blood all over the pavement. Five of the seven men that went there to save her died then and there. Many more would also die before all was said and done. She smirked as he talked through the phone, You're son sucks at hospitality And I want my Chocolate medal now!!! She continued to yell obnoxious ramblings through out his phone call. Didn't seem to phase him much, but it made her smile and that's all that counted. Yeah, don't worry! I still need to whip your boys into shape before I leave this hole! She yelled out as he hung up the phone. Their threats of pain and torture didn't affect her. After all, she made those threats on a weekly basis. But they had a point, she was pretty much under their thumb for the moment. Though inflicting pain on them was amusing, it wasn't enough to set herself free. Their rough hands lifted her up off of the floor and successfully dragged her into the bed room, taping her mouth to cover the obscenities. She began to laugh as she watched as Frankie's face drop at the news that her stay would be a long one. Twisting and turning, it didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't going anywhere tonight. Sighing, she attempted to get comfortable in a tight position in a wooden chair. 'Well...if I can't sleep...neither can he... And suddenly, she began to hum every and any song that came to mind, including but not limited to, Amazing grace, The song that never ends, and God bless America. He could tie her down, keep her from moving, speaking, but he couldn't keep her from making enough sound to drive anyone insane. What would he do? Leave? She didn't think so.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Tommy's phone rung again, and to his disgust, the screen flashed the name Francesca. That's all he needed it wasn't bad enough that the phone seemed to be almost permanently glued to his ear, but he had to probably put up with his girlfriend's shit. Honey, what do you want? I want to know when you're coming home, you've been away for hours, this pasta ain't gonna cook itself you know! Well maybe you should learn to cook, instead of staring at the damn thing. It's not going to be ready by itself, you have to stick it in the oven and shit. What did you say? I said you should learn to cook, I'm sorry, maybe it's a bad line on your end. Yeah, I said it. I've been running around all day, doing stuff for the Boss and making sure everything goes smoothly, and you're complaining to me about pasta? You're not right in the head, girl. I could have died today, it's nice of you to phone up and go I'm glad you're alright, Tommy. No, you ring me and moan that I'm not making your dinner? I'm sorry if you're starving, Fran! But that aching stomach of yours is gonna have to wait just a little bit longer. Francesca hung up on him before he could even say goodbye. Another fight approached, suddenly Frankie's situation with Jacky didn't seem half-bad. He looked up at the bedroom window, before climbing in to his car and driving in to the night. After a half-hour of constant humming, Frankie sat at the end of his bed, staring in to the annoying eyes of Jacky Trapattoni, bags already developing displaying a lack of and need for sleep. It was no use telling her to shut up, she wouldn't. The gag was failing to keep her quiet, and he had even attempted at one point to drag her chair in to the living room, but that didn't work. Just as loud. So now, they were both back in the bedroom. Frankie wanted to know why they were even keeping her alive to begin with. If she was let go after all this was done and dusted, then the Trapattoni's would know it was the Bernadino's that took her. By killing her, that potential disaster could be avoided. I'll beat you black and blue, I swear. You want me to hurt you, is that it? Is that why you're keeping me awake, so I'll come over and make you cry? He was now extremely pissed, so much so that he stormed out of the room and a rattle of metal came from the kitchen. A tool box. And in his hands, as Frankie returned, was a pair of hand-held wirecutters. He crouched behind her, grabbed her right hand's pinky, and gently rested the blades of the tool against either side. Keep on singing, and I'll press down.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

lol pasta Jacky sighed and finally, the constant humming stopped. Oh, she would start again. No doubt in her mind. After all, she was the boss of a well to do clan and wouldn't be silenced by scum like him until she was allowed to sleep peacefully. However, she could tell that she had pushed him a little too far. He was sleep depraved and probably not thinking right. At this point, she feared he would happily cut her finger off, despite the great risk that she would consequently bleed to death. She would have to let him know her secret now and hope that they could both get some sleep. Sucking in her breath, she let a big blow of air out and half of the duct tape came off. Remember when you put me in the living room and my humming was just as loud? Good reason for it. See, duct tape has one weakness. Perspiration. Well, that, and a lot of spit. When you taped my mouth, I was sweating, weakening the tape from the beginning. Then, all it took was a little bit of licking to complete the rest. I have been without a gag since I was in that living room. Oh, it took me a minute to swallow that little rag, but nothing a little tongue action couldn't take care of. The dull pain of the scissors didn't leave, in fact, they got a little more painful. Her heart sank a little. She knew that if she wanted to keep both of their minds and her fingers in tact, she would have to make a deal that she didn't particularly care for. Ok, ok. Listen. You can tape my mouth again, but the same thing is going to happen. If you really want to get some sleep these next few weeks, as your partner said, then you need to listen to my offer. I'll be quiet, but you need to release me from this chair and let me sleep in a bed. Hell, if it will make you feel better, tape my wrist to yours, so, if it feels like I'm trying to make a run for it, you can snatch me back. What do you say? The boss's daughter in your bed or humming of the Star Spangled Banner on constant repeat? She smirked, sex appeal usually worked, not that he would get any. No one had as of yet, and it most certainly be this tired dumbass. Not tonight at least.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Frankie thought about her offer, he stared at her face, trying to figure her out. She had hit him, hit Tommy, and had tried many times to escape already. And she was trying to make him believe that this time was going to be different, that she was going to lie in the bed like a good little girl and not make a run for it? No chance, he wasn't a fool. Somebody else might have fallen for her lies, but not Frankie. He only shook his head at it in disgust. You know what I'll do? I'll take you down to my car, toss you back in to the trunk, and you can spend the night crushed in to a little ball. My garage is pretty soundproof from the outside, so you can sing yourself to sleep as much as you like down there. In fact, I like the idea alot. Frankie went to his kitchen again, returning the wirecutters to their tool box, and throwing it back in to the cupboard. He opened up the fridge and took out a carton of apple juice, taking off the lid and letting some of the liquid trickle down throat. He needed something alot stronger than this, like a whiskey. The girl was definetly someone that would drive you to drink. If it was possible, he'd sever her vocal cords, solve all his problems. That was a good shout, actually. Did she have a boyfriend or husband? If so, he was a very tolerant mad man. He'd have to be. Walking back in to the bedroom, he climbed on to the chair so that he was sitting on her lap facing her, his legs poking out either side. Are you missing your daddy? He's out looking for you right now, but he won't ever find you. Frankie held her face tightly in position, so that she couldn't headbutt him in the face or whatever she wanted to do. Tha gangster's lips touched hers for a mere second, then their mouths parted again. I can't trust you to sleep in the bed. You'll try to smother me with the pillow or strangle me. You're staying in this chair, or you're going down to my car. What will it be?
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Jacky took a deep breath of relief as the wire cutters were taken away from her fingers. In actuality she had grown quite fond of her ten fingers and toes and had no desire to part with them. When she heard him open the fridge she had called out, Toss me a beer! She knew he wouldnt. Bastard. She was beginning to lose the feeling in her toes, which worried her, but not enough to warrant a complaint to her captor. Jacky sighed, Great, a man not turned on by a woman tied up in a chair. I mean, I know its three in the morning, but he could at least make an effort. HmmmI wonder She thought as she seemed to be contemplating her choices. Before I answer, I need to ask you something. She smirked, hoping to get under his skin just a little bit more, Youre gay arent you? Or castrated? Personally I dont know the code of conduct or punishments that are found appropriate by the Simone clan. So, in theory, castration could be quite possible, I suppose She ended on a note that made her seem like she was mulling it over. In any case, I think Ill stick around here to keep an eye on you. After all, you have so much more to fear than my father ever will. She grinned, leaning her head against the wooden frame of the chair and sighing, So uncomfortable She mumbled, before breaking into All I want for Christmas. He was pissed about the humming. Wonder how he feels about singing...
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

He didn't give her the satisfaction of becoming angry at her comments, on suggesting that he was gay. The key to all of this was ignoring her, and soon she would be bored of it all. Of course, in theory it was a lot easier than it was in practise. The singing had reached the point where he fantasied not about her being tied up in the chair, with her suggestive bodyframe bound with tape, but of standing in front of her and smashing her face in to a pulp. If only. But Frankie knew that he had to keep her in one piece -- unless Vincent or Tommy told him otherwise. He prayed for the call to come through to allow him to kill her, or chop her body in to pieces and toss the garbage bags containing limbs in to the river. Frankie crawled back in to his bed, kicking off all his clothes except his boxers, then grabbing a T-shirt to wear to bed. It was one of those band shirts that you would get from concerts, this one advertised a group named The Red Barons, a local rock band that were popular in this area of town. He had one of their posters on the wall behind his bed. He managed to survive the singing for ten minutes, trying every possible sleep position including placing the pillow over his ears, but it was impossible. Jumping from the mattress, he began to walk towards her and pulled back his fist, then throwing it towards her face, bone cracking against the front of her skull. The force of the punch caused the chair to fall backwards on to the carpet, and he hoped that it knocked her out. It should have, it matched the strength of the whack she received earlier that day in the restaurant.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

The last thing Jacky knew was that she was singing about wanting two front teeth for Christmas and then came Frankie who came close to knocking those two teeth out of her mouth. No longer in the world of the conscious, she dreamed painful dreams. Featuring, but not limited to, being run over by a car, over her head, falling, on her head, and an anvil being dropped, on her head. She knew there was a connection there, but was too drowsy to really think about it. Soon, she lay awake in a painful state of shock. Dawn was breaking outside and she had yet to be saved. She was in enemy territory and would more than likely die there. What would her father do? What about her clan? Ooohthis isnt good Jacky. Come onthink of something that will make you smilecome on girl, stay strong. But it wasnt working. She was exhausted, starving, and hopeless. She allowed a few tears to flow down her face, blurring her vision of the sun creeping through the blinds. She had lost the feeling in her arms hours ago, due to her body weight bearing down on them, but at least she had feeling in her legs again. Jacky was becoming disorganized in her exhaustion. If she could sleep, then she could think. But without the first, the second wasnt nearly as efficient. A few more tears and a couple of hushed sniffles. Suddenly, she heard a loud banging on the front door. Wonder who it could possibly be at seven in the morning. She mused.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Frankie woke to the same knocking that Jacky commented on. It took a few moments to wipe the sleep from his eyes, and correct his eyesight to the morning glow from the semi-closed blinds. Before he even got off the bed, he checked to see that his hostage was still here. And she was. But what he saw brought a smirk to his lips. Was she... crying? Was she upset? What happened to the confident, cocky Boss' daughter that warned Frankie he would regret doing this? Her kidnapper wanted to rub it in her face so bad, but the door knocked again. What time was it? Frankie looked to his cell phone, and there were two missed calls from Tommy. Having left the phone on silent, the option prevented any noise from emitting through the speaker. Jumping from the bed, Frankie scratched his crotch a few times and released a sigh of satisfaction as the itch went away. He unlocked the door and welcomed Frankie in to the apartment. Didn't think you were coming so early. He yawned. Early? You know me, I don't like lying in my bed too long. Waste of a day. So how is our little captured Rose? Didn't give you too much trouble last night, did she? Trouble? She wouldn't shut up, that was the problem. Kept humming and singing fucking Christmas songs. I had to knock her out to get a good night's sleep. Tommy entered the bedroom and wiped away some of the dry blood from her face. Your family got themselves in to a little war with the Simone's last night. The good news is they're winning, the bad news is they've lost a lot of men. Your little army is beginning to get smaller and smaller. And when they least expect it, Vincent is going to send in our guys to attack from the side. Knock them both out of the picture. Before you know it, the Simone's and Trapattoni's will be nothing but a few gangsters hiding in shitty apartment blocks with nowhere to run. Tommy seemed to like telling her the tragic outcome of her family's legacy. Frankie had made some breakfast while Tommy and Jacky talked. When he returned, there were two plates of scrambled eggs in his hand. Tommy took one and began to eat, while Frankie shared his with their captive. Every so often, he would pick up some of the food with his fork, and place it to Jacky's mouth, giving her the opportunity to eat.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Her head felt like it had been slammed by a brick last night, when she began to realize why. She had pushed him too far. Oh well, she probably deserved it. What she didn't deserve was the cruel mocking face he made on his way to let Tommy into the house, Great...another person to see me in my shame.... She thought as she strained to see what was happening. Tommy's words cut her like a knife. Her men were dying, for all the wrong reasons, and against the wrong people. What was worse, she was their boss, and couldn't do anything to help guide them. Tears rimmed her eyes as she listened to their plan. She needed to escape. A glare formed over her features and she refused to respond any further to his words. She feared if she did, she would let it slip that they were aiming for the wrong man...maybe some food would help. She practically inhaled the food that was generously brought to her lips. She had quite a bruise on her cheek, dried blood on her mouth, but Tommy seemed more patient. As breakfast was finished with a mere six bites given to her, her stomach growled for more. Blushing, she wanted to change the subject, Hey, do you think ya can get me out of this chair again? I promise not to try and escape, but my arms feel like they are being crushed and I don't know how much more I can take. She asked with a wavering voice, but her eyes never failing to meet those of her captors. She wasn't sure they would allow her request, but she did need to get out of this chair. Or you can always leave me because of your insecurities of restraining a woman. But, be warned, your carpet is going to have a nice yellow stain if you refuse. She warned, hoping to be released at least for a little while.