Thread: The Captive (sispuppet and Bella)

1925 - New York Patrick O'Neill owned one of the best speakeasies this side of the Manhattan river. Night after night, filled to the brim with men and women coming to drink liquor, gamble and listen to the best singers that money could buy. He was a sophisticated man and one of the worst crime bosses in the whole city. His hands were in the pockets of elected officials, police officers and simple crooks. He had no wife she, having died years ago in childbirth and only a string of mistresses but the light of his life was in the form of one Erin O'Neill. Sixteen with dark red hair and bright blue eyes, she was the only thing that was important to him. He had kept her sheltered from the life he led in the city's underbelly, spoiled her and treated her like a princess, intent upon keeping her safe and usually that meant keeping her locked up in his penthouse apartment or having her heavily guarded when she went out. Something Erin loathed even if she didn't understand. Sitting at the window, the sixteen year old watched her father getting dressed and sighed before looking down at her book and then she closed it. Can't I go tonight daddy? she asked, looking up at him and then sliding off of her seat, walking toward him and hugging his waist. Please? she asked. Come on it's just one party...I'm sixteen...plenty of girls my age get to go... she said, pouting up at him. The man just chuckled and shook his head, hugging her back. He was a handsome man in his mid fifties with salt and pepper black hair and blue eyes. Most of the time, those blue eyes were as cold as ice but they always looked warmly down on her. No Erin. You'll be staying home. I already told you, a club is no place for a pretty lass like you...Don't give me trouble, he said then grabbed his hat, tucking it over his head and then kissed her cheek. I'll be back home after a while. Behave yourself, he ordered then walked out the door, whispering something to one of of the bodyguards he always had on hand for her before leaving. Frowning, she turned from the door and slipped back onto her seat by the window, gazing out and giving a sigh. It wasn't fair being kept up here, trapped all the time. It was awfully boring and the streets of New York couldn't be that dangerous. He had always kept her under lock and key, saying she needed protection but he never specified what sort of protection that was and from what. Looking at the street below as it bustled with cars, she stole a glance at the man by the door and then back out again, a plot formulating in her mind. Smiling, she got up, grabbing her book and moving to her large bedroom before shutting the door behind her to prepare for her escape. It was close to eight in the evening, the night already upon them and Erin found herself slipping out of her window onto the fire escape. She slowly closed her window and then took a deep breath. It was eight stories down the stairs but she was determined. Dressed in a nice black dress hidden under a long dark coat, she made her way down the steps, being ever so careful to not make a loud noise. Down she went, slow and steady until reaching the bottom and city street. Grinning at her ability to sneak out, she quickly started down the street, losing herself amidst the crowd, for once feeling more freedom than she could ever remember. Her dad thought she wasn't old enough to take care of herself but she was going to prove him wrong when she showed up at his club without an escort and tell him how she'd managed to cross the city without issue. So she walked and made her way toward the club, crossing streets and then entering the alleyway so close to the speakeasy her father owned. She was half-way down it, her shoes clicking against the street, when she heard noise behind her and turned. Looking around in the dim light she didn't find anything to rouse suspicion so she turned back around and continued her walk over the cobblestone. Suddenly large arms reached out from the surrounding blackness and then gripped themselves around her and Erin screamed only for her mouth to be covered by a cloth that was doused in some sort of liquid. When she inhaled, it burned her lungs but then she felt her consciousness fading and everything went dark. How long she was out, she didn't know but when she woke up, her coat was gone and she was laying on a small bed in a small room with no windows and a single door. A lamp was on by the bed but that was about the only source of light she had. Erin found her head pounding and her mouth dry and when she sat up, she felt dizzy. Realization of how she came to be here caused her to panic and she slipped off the bed, making a run for the door and trying to open it but it was locked from the outside. Huffing, she slammed her whole body against it as an attempt to break it down but being so petite it didn't even cause anything to move though it did create a lot of noise. She frowned, determined, slamming into it again but found that it was useless. Erin reached up to her hair to find a pin but her hair was completely loose at this point and all the pins she normally had within those dark red strands were gone, as was any chance of her picking the damned lock. Someone must of realized she would try and took them as a means to keep her locked in. Sinking down to her knees, she glanced into the keyhole but didn't see anything but darkness. Cursing under her breath, she gave another futile attempt at the locked door and jiggled it to no avail. All thoughts froze when she heard male laughter and heavy footsteps and she darted back from the door and swallowed hard, realizing all to late how she should of listened to her father.