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Post by big on Apr 18, 2018 9:52:16 GMT -6
At her sudden outbursts, Alex was taken aback, as this sudden 180 in tone was abrupt and startling. She was strangely wired up and she didn’t seem to be herself. The sudden contact made him jolt to attention and caused him to stare directly into those eyes.he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his heart as those tears were starting to well up. He considered telling her for a moment.
“Five, Four, Three,” the voice continued counting down, causing Scarlet more and more distress. It took Alex a split second to decide that she needed to know. “Scarlet, you’ve been hypnotized. If they try to put you under again, fight it!”
“Two, one.” Everything went dark for the brunette, and when she opened her eyes, she would be greeted by a lanky man who wore tattoos all over his body. “Well hello there sleeping beauty,” he said, as he leered over her. “Tell me, how was your rest?” He gave her a disturbing smile as he stood over her. Everything shifted to the left, and the man stumbled and caught himself against the wall. “God dang it Tim, where’d you learn how to drive?” He chastised the driver.
When the young woman would come to completely, she’d no doubt notice the tubes feeding some sort of liquid into her system.
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Post by Perilous on Apr 19, 2018 2:58:08 GMT -6
She was still very much out of it when she looked around. Creepy guy. Needles. Bad driving. Yep, this was a nightmare. And yet the really scary part was, it made more sense than the serene white stillness she had just come from. On one level, she was still trying to figure out what was real in her life and what was not real. On another level, she was very aware that this was what her life had become these last few days. Or so she thought it must be a few days. It was really hard to tell time here. The sentiment was becoming very familiar to her.
Before she left, Alex said something really important. But what was it? Hypnosis! Somehow Alex knew that they were hypnotizing her. She was willing to bet it had something to do with the needles in her arm. He had told her to fight it. She immediately reached out and ripped the needles out.
"What the heck is going on? How did I get here? What do you want from me?" Scarlet immediately started demanding answers. Not that she was actually in any position to make demands.
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Post by big on Apr 19, 2018 13:34:25 GMT -6
The man kneeling over her in the back of the van let out a chuckle, looking around at the other two men sitting back there with them, before turning back to face her, the look on his face much less friendly than it had been before. He grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, and wrenched her head back so she was practically looking up. “What makes you think I need to give you any answers?” He held her like this for a few more moments, before slamming a fist to her gut to cause her to become immobile for a few moments.
The sudden act of violence towards her seemed to make the other two men a bit uncomfortable, but they didn’t speak out against it. Using this moment of immobility to his advantage, the man worked quickly to bind her hands to the plastic lawn chair she’d been set up in. The thing was grimy and coated with dirt, dust, old bird poop, and other gross things one might expect from a lawn chair. A much less luxurious seat than the one she’d conjured in her mind. The bindings holding her wrists down were simple zip ties. Thin, small, but extremely effective.
The man who’d restrained her knelt down in front of her for a moment, before lifting up the tubing that she’d ripped from her arm in what seemed like desperation. The hurried and jerky movement she’d made in order to remove them had caused quite a bit of damage to her arm, as she was bleeding all over the arm of the chair.
“Look what you did,” he said, as he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm around in her restraint, so her palm would be facing upwards, revealing the puncture wounds from the needles. “You know, these,” he said holding up the needles in front of her, “were meant to stay in,” then went and started trying to fit them back in each hole in Scarlet’s arm. The whole process would cause a lot of pain, but her sudden outburst didn’t make the man any more willing to be gentle.
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Post by Perilous on Apr 22, 2018 9:23:30 GMT -6
Scarlet's eyes bulged out in shock at the sudden brutality. Her stomach spasmed and she gasped for breath as she had the wind knocked out of her. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't much she could do to fight it. She was tied to the gross lawn chair and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
"H... hhh... hh," she wheezed trying to force speech out. "hhhhI... I... don't want..." Was all she managed to get out. As he stabbed the needles back in, she shrieked. But it was a muted half shriek, her voice failing part way through. Blood ran down her arms as she finally started to recover from the punch to the gut. She gave him a baneful glare as she regained her ability to focus.
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Post by big on Apr 22, 2018 10:22:16 GMT -6
The tattooed man finished up his work reinserting the needles into scarlets arm, before looking up into her eyes. He could see the anger and confusion bouncing around in her head. “Aww, don’t be like that,” he said, putting his hand to her cheek, then patting it and rubbing the blood off on the side of her head. “You and I both know that this isn’t about what you want.”
Everything swerved again to one side, causing the man to spin around to the driver, “god dang it, I told you to drive straight!” He slapped the man in the side of the head before coming back to Scarlet, “I apologize for him, he’s just a little clueless. Doesn’t know how to drive on American streets, you know?” He patted her shoulder, and said, “You know I’m thankful for gullible little girls like you. It makes my life so much easier.”
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Post by Perilous on Apr 25, 2018 16:48:08 GMT -6
She resisted her first urge, which was to spit on him. It was clear to her that he was a disgusting creep. However, doing anything right now would probably provoke him to hit her again. There wasn't much she could do to defend herself. For now, she would have to let the gullible comment pass. "Why. Then. Do. You. Let. Him. Drive?" she hissed through gritted teeth. It was a minor point, and she honestly didn't really care with everything else going on. She would have gone so far as to call him an idiot if she didn't think it would earn her another punch.
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Post by big on Apr 27, 2018 1:25:37 GMT -6
The Tattooed man smirked as Scarlet chastised him, despite not having all the information. He shrugged slightly, and said, “Eh. It’s his van.” But after making his short reply, he drew in close enough for the young woman to be able to feel his breath on her skin. “But then again, you’re not supposed to know that,” he said, pressing his fingers to her forehead, tilting her head back so she was craning her neck just like before. Whatever had been getting fed into her bloodstream had made her weak, so she had no say in the matter of keeping her head upright.
“How much did she get for us this time?” Scarlet could hear the man say, obviously not addressed to her, “come on, hand it over,” he said, a bit agitated by the apparent sluggishness of the man he was directing his barking at. “Pospishay, ty povilʹna svynya!!!“ the man shouted. Shuffling could be heard, before the man nearby the aspiring actress could be heard laughing to himself. “Put it back,” he said, before the noise of something heavy, perhaps a luggage bag, landed in the near vicinity of one of the other men in the back of the car.
The man let Scarlet tilt her head back to him, at which point, he cupped her cheeks, and said, “you’ve done a great job today. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring.”
One of the men, a red headed man wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, interjected with his own little thought, “probably more c-,” the tatood man turned quickly and started yelling in that foreign tongue once again, “zakryy huby, persh nizh zashyty yikh!!!”
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Post by Perilous on Apr 29, 2018 14:33:47 GMT -6
She fixed him with a glare. Or at least, she did her best. Something about the fluids were making her head feel so woozy. It was difficult to keep herself straight. She tried in vain to pull on the restraints, but even that was a rather weak attempt. "Wha did you do... to me? Wha di I do?" she managed to gasp. While she had recovered from being punched earlier, her words were starting to slur. And it was so very hard to concentrate. Her eyes flickered over in the direction of the red haired man. "Wha u say?" The guy in front of her seemed to like shouting a lot. All of it was complete gibberish to her. It was so hard to focus on anything.
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Post by big on Apr 30, 2018 23:46:35 GMT -6
“Shh shhh shhh. Just go to sleep,” the tattooed man said, reaching over and pushing her eyelids shut. The last thing she would see would be his devilish smile as her eyes were forced shut. The next few hours of her life would be spent with her absolutely unconscious. Unlike when she was under hypnosis, her consciousness didn’t manifest itself in her mind or anything like that. Instead, she spent the next few hours in total limbo. It felt like a few moments passed before she would wake up. Upon surveying her new surroundings it seemed like was in a small toolshed. She was still bound to the lawn chair, and the fluid was still flowing into her arm, but it seemed there may have been a link in the hose as she wasn’t supposed to wake up so early.
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Post by Perilous on May 2, 2018 15:27:15 GMT -6
"No... no no no no no!" she grit her teeth in frustration. Scarlet had the foresight to not shout it out, despite her frustration. No sense in getting her captors' attention. This was bad. She was still a captive. At least if she managed to end up back at the hypnosis place, she could ignore the reality of the situation. Maybe talk to normal people again. But this... this was torture.
She looked around a bit and surveyed the situation. Needles. She was still hooked up to the fluids. She couldn't pull her arm away, like her first reaction was. So instead she tried twisting her arm around to get it out. She was being heedless of the damage it might cause her to rip them out once again, but she didn't care. It was also a really good way to ensure her wrists would be rubbed raw. She doubted she would even feel it right now anyway. Unfortunately the needles refused to fall out. Quietly as she could, she began scooting the lawn chair away from the drip system, trying to get them out with a little tension.
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Post by big on May 9, 2018 16:26:00 GMT -6
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” came a voice from behind Scarlet. It was a man’s voice. Possibly one of the other men who were in the car earlier. “You tug those out and the boss’ll come and make sure they stay in.” When the man came into view she could see his dark hair and pale skin. His light blue eyes gazed down at her, almost sorrowfully.
“You and I both know that’s not what you want. Just sit tight and don’t struggle. It’ll only make things worse.” It seemed this man had stronger morals than that of the man with the tattoos. The man pulled up another lawnchair, and took a seat in front of Scarlet. He sat with his arms crossed, looking at the woman, full of thought as he said nothing. His silence must have been infuriating for the woman.
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Post by Perilous on May 10, 2018 23:37:14 GMT -6
"Awww crap," she thought silently as the guard spoke up. She froze and stopped her attempt at moving the chair. Of course they hadn't left her alone. Why would they do that? Silly her for assume they would let that one slip. They sat there in silence for a bit staring at each other lawn chair to filthy lawn chair. Well at least he hadn't threatened her or tried to hit her. But it hardly made him a good guy. Still, maybe she could finally get some answers. Time to test just how loose his tongue was.
"Alright. You want to tell me why I've been kidnapped and why I'm here? If your expecting money out of me, you won't get any. I'm already buried in student loans and I haven't even finished yet." The chair creaked as she tried in vain to get more comfortable. Despite attempting to not pull at her bonds, she noticed her wrists were an unpleasant shade of red. She was just grateful that she couldn't feel it right now.
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Post by big on May 27, 2018 3:39:13 GMT -6
The man sitting before Scarlet turned his head to look away from the girl before him. It seemed the young man wasn’t quite proud of what he had become a part of. Still, he sat there and avoided making eye contact with the woman. Hearing her starting to try and question him, he put his head into one hand and hunched over like that for a few moments not saying a word, before letting out, “You and I both know that I’m not supposed to talk to you. Let’s just make this easier on the both of us and agreee to not talk.” He say there and looked out the window once again, before letting out a small chortle at Scarlet assuming they wanted her money.
After a minute went by, the man keeping watch cleared his throat, and asked, “do you want any water?” He saw how red and rubbed raw her wrists were and couldn’t help but feel bad for her. Still he couldn’t blame her for causing that to herself out of panic.
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Post by Perilous on May 28, 2018 2:36:19 GMT -6
Easy? He wanted easy? He already had it easy! She would absolutely, under no circumstances make this easy for him. But the offer of water was too much. She would accept and maybe work her way toward getting him to talk.
"Water please." she did managed to keep her voice down so no one else would hear her accepting his offer. "Look, I won't tell anyone if you talked." She made a show of keeping her voice down so they could converse privately. "Can't you give me just a little hint? What is going on here? I'll just continue to feign ignorance. I can keep up an act. Trust me. Nothing to... incriminate... you..." as she continued to speak, she was quickly drying out her throat. The last few phrases came out as a croak. Now she really was hoping for water. Her eyes searched him pleadingly.
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Post by big on May 28, 2018 14:58:44 GMT -6
The man before Scarlet could hear her voice starting to fail her. He shook his head solemnly as she croaked out the last few words. “Shush and just drink,” the man said, pulling out a canteen filled with water. He stood up, and leaned over her, holding the bottle to her lips and titling it back carefully to avoid causing her to choke. “I can’t tell you, sorry. It would mean nothing but trouble for the both of us, okay? Just keep quiet and rest. He pulled the bottle away after she’d drank her fill, and he reached up to the drip line feeding the fluid into her bloodstream. After adjusting the flow so it was a bit heavier, he went back and sat in the lawn chair facing Scarlet.
The heavier fluid was starting to make Scarlet feel a bit drowsier, and made time seem to go by faster. About three hours had passed before that familiar voice was heard, snapping Scarlet out of whatever slump she was in. “Dominik, How has the lady been keeping.?” The man who was sitting in front of Scarlet froze up, his shoulders becoming tense. “Sh-She’s Okay. I had to adjust the anesthesia. She was asking questions.” As soon as those words left his lips, the tattooed man came into view, and placed a hand on Dominik’s shoulder. “And?” Dominik gulped anxiously, and said, “I’ve told her nothing.” At those words, the tattooed man patted his shoulder and said, “Good. Get her ready for tonight.”
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