Thread: [â] eyes as candles - {dream+nymph}

Come on man! Keep her head down! One of Gerrit's goons commanded, forcefully shoving the woman's neck downward. After feeling her assailant nick her in the side, Johnta promised herself - amongst her fatigue and grogginess - that she'd get him back for that. It was low, devious and plain old rotten. Unfortunately for her, the narcotic the men force-fed her was working all but too swiftly. Her eyelids felt heavier then sinking stones thick, unruly eyelashes tangled together in a struggle to stay awake, but to no avail. Still, being as defiant as her body allowed her, Johnta swatted one of the men in the face with her palm. The man cried forth, clearly unamused with their their prizes' whimsical outbursts. Cunt! he chirped, striking Johnta's roguish, beautiful face with the hilt of his firearm. The metal ripped open the flesh upon her lip, causing a medium sized slit. That was what truly put her out like a busted light. Fuck ... that bitch hits hard, the dark-haired man complained, gently massaging his cheek, Watch your ass, Gerrit. I don't think she's a pushover. The other man perched in the back seat snickered. So what are you going to do with her? Get her home, woo her after kidnapping her and fuck her? Brilliant plan, boss . ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? Before Emily had the privilege to pass out, Dante took charge. He grasped her by had mandible, tilting her head upward to meet his murderous gaze. Listen little girl, he growled, I don't have time for your bullshit. If you want to be cheeky then maybe I should just cut off your tongue and watch you choke on your own blood. Do you have any idea how fun that would be for me to watch? He licked his angelic, thin lips, watching with immense pleasure as his prize lost consciousness and slipped through his grasp. With the woman limp in his hands, he dragged her towards his rolls royce with relative ease, disdaining her curvaceous body in the back. He had no goons or men to help him operate - Dante Domino Cruz operated solely on his own, with the exception of one or two half-decent men. After securing her body in the back of the car, Dante hopped into the driver sit, plunging the keys into the ignition and ripping off out of the alleyway. His home where he had been holed away was actually an extravagant condominium had decided to purchase 'briefly'. When they arrived, he transported the unconcious woman into the building bridal style, careful to mask her wound with her dress. Dante, unfortunately, was greeted with a suave looking gentleman wearing a winsome looking beige suit by the elevator. He angrily punched in the floor of his suite, gazing towards the ceiling of the contraption. Busy night, huh? The man asked Dante. Yeah, Dante grunted in return, anxiously gazing upward. Too many drinks? You could say that. When his floor came, he rushed off towards his suite, shoving the door open and placing the woman on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom. I've gotten this far. It looks like I may have to remove the bullet and cauterize her wound ... wonder what daddy will think when he finds out his precious little girl has mysteriously disappeared. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu