Just because her father seemed to care nothing for her didn’t mean that Asa was going to go quietly. Especially after that phone call to whomever it was. “I hope you killed all the guards because nay you didn’t are about to be here.” Opening her mouth she screamed as high and as loud as she could. No way was she going to voluntarily go with this monster. She would not be another death, and she would certainly not be raped!

As soon as she started screaming for help she yanked on her held arm, though she knew it would be futile. The man was huge, easily more then twice her size and his arm wrapped around her wrist with finger length to spare. Struggling more she tried to break through the weakest part of his hand, being his thumb. Even though she was sure it wouldn’t get him to let her go it might slow him down long enough for the guards to get here and shoot him.

Once she got the screaming and pulling going she set about to kicking his knees, his ankles, and any part of his legs she could reach. She would have gone for his groin but that would require her to get close enough to him to knee him and she wasn’t willing to do that.

Vincent glanced down at Asa and scowled bitterly at her for a moment before silencing her with a stinging backhanded slap to her face. "Oh, you shut up already?!" He snarled after backhanding her forcefully. "The guards can bring as many as they want. I don't care what they do." He added, his tone low and growling.

"Now keep quiet." Vincent ordered as he hoisted Asa up over his shoulder and began to carry her out.

The hard blow she received was enough to daze her out of her mind. Her head was throbbing and her eyes hurt. She was enough out of her mind to not be able to function enough to call out. Vincent’s expert shooting and coving his area made it so that no guards had heard her momentary scream. Thrown over his shoulder she gasped as her midsection struck his shoulder hard.

“Oh… you… you’re an ass.” She gasped out as he carried her off into the night. When the car came there were no guards to stop them so stuffing her in a limo wasn’t a problem. Her head hit the large man once more as she rolled with the force of the impact. “Oh..” Asa whispered again in pain.

Vincent snuck around the same way he came in, carefully studying the same movements of the guards then made an overly athletic dash to the front with almost no interference. Even if there was, an expert shot to the head, chest or knee would keep any of them relatively busy.

Vincent rolled his eyes at Asa's remark before speaking again. "I've been called a lotta things, kid. That ain't the first." He answered.

Minutes passed before the limousine pulled up to the front of the house and upon arrival, Vincent stepped to the back of the vehicle and opened the door, placing Asa inside first then himself. After all, it was ladies first.

Vincent gave a small sigh once he was inside and the car door was shut. The driver's window slid down, showing the face of the limo driver who looked back at the pair.

"Where to?" The driver spoke.
"My place. You'll know where it is. Besides, I need a drink after all of this." Vincent answered, looking off to the side for a moment.

Still dazed Asa’s head lolled against Vincent’s shoulder. In an effort to regain control she closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her eyes. “Oh, let me go you big jerk.” Moaning she slides over the leather seat trying to get to the other door. Her long fingers reached for the opposite door handle, but when she looked out the window the car was going so fast she knew that if she jumped she’d crack her head open.

Swallowing hard Asa curls up on the seat and moans again. How did this happen? Asa was a good woman, helping people, being nice, how did she end up being kidnapped by some mad and crazy assassin?

Vincent didn't really say much as he sat in the limo, always keep his eyes away from Asa and instead glancing out the window in almost revered silence. Her other remark simply rolled off of him almost effortlessly, shrugging a shoulder and arching an eyebrow in response.

"You can hate me all you want, kid. Doesn't alter the least of the fact that I had to carry out what I was ordered to do." Vincent eventually spoke after a few more moments of silence then glanced over to Asa as he talked.

“You shot my father… right in front of me. And then you kidnapped me for no reason! You didn’t need to take me, you had done your job. What am I, an extra perk?” Tears gathered in her eyes as she sat up and looked at Vincent. “Why is bringing me with you even important? Let me go. My father obviously… cared nothing for me. I won’t even say I saw you.”

Looking at him she touched his hand as the car slowed, obviously getting to wherever it was they were going. “Please, just let me go. You don’t need to do this. There will be so many people looking for me. You might get caught as people try to find me!”

"Actually, that's where you're wrong. No one even knows I exist here in Norway and I intend on keeping it that way." Vincent answered with a shake of his head and an arched eyebrow. "You are right about there being an international search for you, but no one's finding a damn thing connecting me to the murder. I made certain of it. And besides, judging from your father before I shot him, it looked as though he didn't care about you in the first place." He added, looking up as he saw the safehouse they were soon approaching.

"In the meantime, keep quiet. We're here." Vincent demanded roughly as he gripped Asa by the hand and waited as the driver came around to the back to open the door for the two. Once it was open, he effortlessly pulled her out of the back of the limo and went straight for the safehouse door with her in tow.

The futile pulling at his grip did nothing, and she knew it would not. But she wasn’t meek and she didn’t want to go quietly. She stayed silent because she knew that that was more likely to get her a beating. And if she could avoid it she would. But she wouldn’t be a meek woman to be beaten down this easily.

As he dragged her into the safe house she looked around. One lurking figure whose eyes rested on her actually made her feel more uncomfortable and unsafe then this hulk of a man did. As they passed him in the hall she looked back at him for a moment to find him still staring at her.

“Oh god, I’m in hell.” She whispers to herself, too low to be heard by anyone else. Eyes wide she watched where he led her.

Once the pair was inside the safehouse, (and suffice to say, it didn't look half as bad as some suggested) Vincent only casted a harsh glance at her for a moment before glancing down to his boots which were still slick with vomit. Before he even stepped inside the house, he removed the boots and left them outside, knowing to deal with them later.

The living room the two came to was rather well designed for a place such as this. Once there, Vincent offered Asa the loveseat with a small push onto it before heading to another room in the house to change his clothes. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly thrilled to still have the stink of vomit on him.

The whole matter would be accomplished in about several minutes before he finally returned from the bedroom, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, track pants with a white stripe running down each pant leg and white running shoes.

"Thanks for ruining my boots." He scorned Asa with sarcasm as he returned.

As soon as he left the room Asa was up and opening the door to exit. But when she found others in the hall and recognized one of them from when she came in she closed the door and went to sit on another couch, not the one he placed her in. Just to be difficult. She couldn’t leave that way because people would know she was not willing to be there and they would return her, simply to keep her from telling where the safe house was or because they knew how mad the man would be when he found her missing.

When he came back she glared at him. “I don’t care if your boots are ruined! You abducted me and shot someone in front of me. Let alone the fact that it was my father. You deserve some puke on your boots. And I’m sure with whatever amount of money you got for killing him you can buy more!”

"Yeah? And you deserved that smack in the face just like I'm gonna give you again if you don't shut up!" Vincent snarled in response, stepping closer to her to further the sense of intimidation on her. "Frankly, I haven't cared much for that bitchy attitude of yours ever since I brought you here."

He then glanced to his fellow associates and gestured his head to the side for a moment. "Get the fuck outta here. You guys were only instructed to watch the place. Besides, I found her first." He demanded. After a bit of grumbling from some of them with reluctance but knowing who the bigger man was here, the five of them soon left, leaving Vincent alone with Asa.

"Now then," Vincent spoke again after watching the five of them file out then suddenly gripping her under her chin and shoving her hard against the wall. "Are you gonna play nice or do I have to beat some sense into you?" He asked simply, gnashing his teeth together as he spoke.

“I’m supposed to have a good attitude about this situation?”

As he moved towards her she backed away from him. No need to get within striking distance of this man, he was dangerous! But no matter how she moved she found herself held against the wall, trembling while he threatened her. “Please… nothing comes from hitting me. I don’t know what you want from me! I didn’t do anything to you, there is no reason for me to be here!”

One of her hands came up to rest around the wrist that held her to the wall, her other hand pressed against the wall, steadying her from her fear.

"What do you think it is I want from you...?" Vincent answered, narrowing his eyes and frowning at her scornfully. "I want you to behave lke a good little girl and know when you've been put in your place...!" He seethed again while tightening his grip on her jaw, almost threatening to rip it straight off her face if he wanted to.

"Can you do that...?" He asked his again, but his tone dropped to a lower register while still keeping that same threatening hiss in his voice.

Frightened out of her mind she tried to nod but his heavy hand kept her immobile and she instead spoke. Her voice cracked and was weak and thready. “Alright… I’ll say nothing more on the subject.” Asa had a horrible feeling that if she protested anymore that the vicious slap he had given her before wouldn’t even compare to what he would do to her if she ‘misbehaved’ in front of him again. “I promise.” Her voice was slightly stronger but more dejected then frightened. Her eyes fluttered down to his hand where he held her against the wall. Hopefully with her promise he would release her.