Kidnap: Live!

Subject: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:35 am

Peter opened the shoddy door of one of the planets most peculiar houses, peculiar in many respects; the smell, the bitter cold, the lack of quality craftsmanship or at least that is how an objective viewer would perceive the house. However for those in the know it was a different story. The house was rigged with over twenty hidden cameras, not for some sordid internet site that specialises in nude women. No. This was for a much darker purpose. In this odd house there lived, against her will, so she would be considered a prisoner. Imprisoned in this house was a spoilt girl, a girl who does not appreciate the riches lavished upon her by her all but willing Father. However the Father of this brat has finally seen the error of his ways and being the smart and morally questionable man that he is he found a way of teaching her the follies of her life.

He hired Peter Vaughn a man of equally questionable morale's, someone who had done quite terrible things during his life but what made Peter special was that he regretted none of his awful deeds. This was an asset to the wealthy Father and even more so was the discression that Peter had shown through out his criminal life. Peter naturally accepted the job; he was given free reign to utterly destroy another human's personality, sure it would then be rebuilt but he was not about rebuilding, he was about destruction and corruption, nothing more. He was a man perfect for the task of pure physical and mental torture, not something to be proud of but he had made a healthy living from being excellent at what did, which was a shame for a certain young woman.

Upon entering the house, a house that was soon to see a whole host of dispicable deeds, he took a whiff of the stale air and smiled a horrid smile that would make anyone's blood run a few degrees colder. He took off his dark green baseball cap and placed it on a hook opposite the door, a hook that was barely hanging on to the wall. Taking it off meant that his face was revealed and it was not the prettiest sight; it was full of week old stubble and on closer inspection he had a trace amount of dirt around his neck, a sign of terrible hygiene. His nose was quite large and almost hook shaped at the tip, it looked as if it had been broken on many occasions. Peter's eyes were beady and like most of his physical appearence, they weren't much to look at and to peer deep into them would probably send a chill down a normal human's spine.

Peter took off his coat and threw it to the floor, he knew that the hook would not support the weight of his large bubble coat. Beneath it he wore a dark, baggy t-shirt, it was clear that Peter was a man who did not care for his appearence in any way. The clothing did obscure the shape of his body, which was odd to say the least it was not muscle but neither was it particularly fat, it was some sort of strange medium between the too, though the skin was pasty and unattractive. He wore a pair of faded black jeans, also baggy and accompanied by a pair of scruffy black boots made up of a worn leather, which thumped heavily upon the stone floor of the house as he waslked through it.

He opened up the living room door and slammed it hard, hoping that this would awaken the sleeping captive, it had been quite a few hours since he had taken the chloroform to her. Alas it was not meant to be, she remained lifeless on the cold stone floor. Undeterred by this he continued his attempts, he took a few steps over to her and placed his dirty boot onto her head and shook it vigorously, "Come on now, it's no fun for me if you're just layin' there!" He growled in his bland accent.

After a few more moments of this he ceased, leaving a little dirt from his boot behind. He glanced to his left and noticed the rusted iron bucket he had brought for her to drink from, not that the water would have been all that drinkable but desperation drives people to do stupid things, that is probably how he ended up landing this job. He picked up the bucket with both hands, "Don't say I never warned ya," he told the unconcious woman with a grin on his face.

He threw the icy cold water all over her, drenching her completely, as well as the handcuffs that tied her to the radiator. He was hopeful that the sudden shock of it all would bring her around, if not he might think of a more deplorable way to do the job.

(Hope this is to your liking, if not do tell. Also sorry I was late with it.)

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 8:26 am

She heard footsteps and a voice but she couldn't bring herself to wake up. The young blond's head was pounding as she lay on the floor. Everything had happened so quickly, she didn't understand what was going on. One minute she had been out having fun, and the next someone had her, and she slipped into an unconscious state. She shifted a little when he went to get the water, her body was slim and in good shape. She always made sure it was perfect, after all what was the point of being a spoiled little rich girl if you couldn't look beautiful and really get everyone to do what you wanted.

Her eyes shot open when she felt the icy cold water hit her body and cried out softly. "What the fuck?" she said angrily as she sat up, her body shivering as she pulled her hands back in an attempt to get lose. She glared at the man who had so rudely thrown the water onto her precious form. "You better let me go, my father is going to get you back if you don't," she said angrily. Of course the young girl had no idea her father was well aware of this whole thing. She glared at the man before her, how dare he be so cruel to her. This place looked like shit too! She huffed as she turned her head away from him, as if he wasn't worth a second of her time.

Lily stared at the wall with her soft sky blue eyes. Her face a soft pink as she tried her best to control her rage. "Get me a towel," she said coldly. She didn't exactly realize the full situation, she was suppose to be a victim, not the boss. "Get me a towel," she repeated as she glared at the man. "I can't stay wet after all, I'll catch a cold and my clothes will wrinkle," she seemed more worried about her clothes getting wrinkled. They were expensive clothes, bought of course, with her daddy's credit card.

Lily's white blond hair feel around her face, most of it soaked, but pieces dry. She was naturally blond, but not this blond. "Hurry up and let me go, I have a hair appointment to go too. Daddy will give you the money you want, you dirty piece of crap," she said as she let out a huff and struggled with the handcuffs again. Where the hell was she? How long had passed since she had been conscious? Oh, She better not be late. She was going to be furious if she was late for her hair appointment. Her roots would start showing any day now and she needed to make sure they stayed hidden and she stayed perfectly beautiful.

"I'll buy you some new clothes too. You look like you crawled out of some garbage heap," she said sourly. She had stopped fighting with the handcuffs in fear of bruising her precious little wrists. "Come here and take them off," she ordered as she looked at him. As if he was some kind of slave that needed to obey. She would not let him keep her here. Of course she knew the demands for him to let her go were growing old and unlikely she still needed to feel her power. The power brought on by her daddy's wealth. You could always control people with money.

"Daddy will give you whatever you want. If you let me go home without a bruise or a scratch, I'm sure he'll even give you extra for making sure you didn't hurt me," she told him. "Wouldn't you like that you filthy pig?" She looked at him finally actually taking in the sight of her captor. God he was ugly. "I'll buy you a nose job too. You need to do something about that. You look hideous. No wonder why you spend all you're time kidnapping rich beautiful little girls," she said as she looked at him. Oh she knew everything. Of course she did. She was rich and beautiful. She knew how the unfortunate worked. He was too ugly to get a woman, so he had to spend his time doing this trying to get rich.

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:02 am

Peter had been looking at the girl with impassive eyes but a grin that told of his true, nasty feeling toward her. That is until she opened her mouth and abusive words came spewing from it. Only the grin was lost however his face remained indifferent, giving the girl no reaction to gratify her tirade of insults and empty bargains. Not that he was not listening, he was merely thinking, thinking of what he was going to do to her. Although he was not in the least bit offended by the things she said he knew that it was best to teach her who was in charge and as he had anticipated she believed that she was still the boss, sadly she was quite mistaken. It was him and one way or another she would find out that it is best to submit completely.

After she had quit her yapping a smirk briefly appeared on his lips but vanished in an instant, he had an idea of how to start off the proceedings. He let his eyes linger on the girl for a moment as he began to exit the room. He reached a door that had quality equal to the rest in the house and turned to face it, exiting the room and leaving the brat alone with her thoughts, if indeed she had thoughts worth thinking. He had stepped into a small, dimly lit hall way, the wall paper was peeling off of the walls and there were freshly drilled holes about nine tenths of the way up all along the the plaster board walls. That is were some of the cameras were, he knew it, he could hear the low, almost silent frequency that most electronics gave off.

It was an odd feeling, being watched, sure he still remained uninhibited but it felt like an unnatural invasion of his privacy, and this of all things should remain private. However there was a trust between the two business associates, neither would have gotten far if they were the types to turn to the police, he took some comfort in that thought. There was no door at the opposite end of the corridor, just a hole where a sturdy piece of wood ought to stand but it didn't matter this was hardly about class.

Through the hole was the kitchen, it was furnished very well, for this house anyway, though all of the cupboards remained intact, the colour merely faded, once more the wall paper was peeling and there was a lot of damp around, it was of no consequence. He wandered over to a drawer, the cuttlery inside shook slightly as it pulled out, these things were also in bad shape, old and rusted, truly not something anyone would use for eating with. It took him only a few seconds to find the large pair of scissors, they had also turned a dank coppery colour from succumbing to rust.

With smile on his face he shut the drawer and headed out and back down the corridor, pocketing the pair of scissors. He opened up the door and found his young customer where he left her. He continued on, after closing the door, stopping a few feet before her, his much larger frame towering above the girl, who was confined to the floor. "You know, I've been thinkin' about what you said and this whole thing is quite unfair," he began in his hoarse voice, a twisted grin creeping onto his face, "And you're right, you shouldn't be made to miss your hair appoinment, not on my account," he ended, almost laughing the last word out of his mouth.

He took the scissors from his pocket and stared the girl down, his small eyes narrowing at her, "Now I'm only an amateur so I hope you'll forgive any mistakes," his words dripped with a dark sarcasm as he took another step toward her.

He grabbed at her arm and knelt on her legs so that she was helpless not matter how hard she struggled. He took the scissors haphazardly to her hair and started to cut, taking large, uneven chunks out of her head and letting them fall onto her shoulders. He leant forward, applying his weight to her upper torso to quell the already feeble struggle she made, making it easier to make her prettier. After a few more moments of mindless cutting he stood and slipped the decidedly hairier scissors into his pocket.

He watched with a sick sense of self satisfaction which was evident on his face. Suddenly he remembered something. He turned away and took a small purse that rested on the sofa, she had it with her when he kidnapped her. He rooted around and figured that someone as vain as she would have a small mirror in there. As luck would have it, she did, his grin widened and he threw it to her, the plastic case landed on the floor in front of her with a loud clacking noise accompanying it's swift touch down. "Now is that alright for you or would you like some alterations Miss?" He asked in a mocking tone, loving the fruits of this particular labour.

((Didn't think I'd get that done right now. I know there is some power play but the cutting would enevitably have happened and it flows much better this way. If you have a problem with it though I will change such actions in the future. Enjoy.))

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:53 pm

Lily gasped as he took her arm and and knelt on her legs. She squirmed and screamed, terrified of the man when she heard what he was planning. At first she had been relieved, she had thought he was going to let her go. But oh no, he was here cutting her hair. She could see chunks of it land around her and she cried as she squirmed. "Get off me!" she screamed angrily, trying to fight off the man, though it was hopeless. She sobbed when he was done. She already knew it was a disaster. She knew he hadn't been nice. She stayed still as she watched him move away and get the small mirror she had to look at herself she had to see what he had done. Her eyes widened when she gazed into the mirror. "You asshole!" she screamed angrily. "I'll get you for this!" she cried.

"Daddy will have you're head for ruining my perfect hair!" she snapped before looking away. She felt tears run down her cheeks. Her beautiful hair was gone. At least she had a beautiful body. "Asshole. Daddy can fix this. He has plenty of money. He'll just take me to get hair extension," she said sourly as she glared at the man. "Don't be mad at me because I'm pretty," she said as she pulled her knees to her chest then. "We can pay for plastic surgery if you really are that angry at how hideous you are," she said coldly before struggling with the handcuffs again. "Undo these," she said angrily.

Lily took in a breath and huffed then. "I'm cold, get me some dry clothes," she said sourly then as she felt her pants were still soaked and didn't seem to be getting any better since she sat in a puddle of water. Lily looked at the man. Her eyes defiant. She wasn't going to roll over. "Hm. You can take a look at what a real beauty looks like if you get me out of these soaking pieces of cloth," she said softly. "Wouldn't you like that you scum? Look at something pretty? Something you can't have. I bet you've never gotten laid. You're too ugly," she said angrily. She didn't care that she might be provoking them. She thought of this as a game that she could easily win. She always won these games.

"Come on stop taking so long. I need to be taken out of these clothes," she said angrily. "If I get sick and die you'll be a murderer and won't get any money at all. That's not what you want is it you inbred little shit." Lily had learned a small lesson about her hair. but nothing amazing. Hair was hair, it could be replaced. Though her heart ached with the loss of her precious and gorgeous hair, she would live. After all, it daddy could just buy her hair extensions. Or she could get it redone into a new style.

"Oh, and while we're on the subject, don't you dare even think about raping me. I'll bite you. I'm not having some degenerate like you shove anything into me. That's disgusting. You're not even worth the time of day," she said coldly before she suddenly heard her stomach growl. How long had it been since she ate? She had no idea. She just knew she felt a little ill. "Feed me," she demanded. Demanding was something she was good at. She use to go to her father all the time and demand for things. If she didn't get what she wanted she would scream and fight and make sure he regretted ever saying no to her. Now she could do the same to others. Boys and girls in her class, teachers, and store keepers. They were all wrapped around her pretty little finger.

"I said get me some clothes!" she screamed at him.

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:23 pm

Peter had expected a little more fuss over her pretty locks, he kept his minor disappointment inside though, there was no way he would show her that anything she did bothered him. Once more she opened up with insult after insult, nothing had changed, not in the slightest she was still a little Princess, though it would be niave of him to expect her to change so rapidly, her Father had filled him in quite thoroughly about how she was. He remained calm and passive as she threw her ineffective and meaningless words at him, once more thinking, cogs turning in his brain. He wanted to make the descent into depravity something gradual, not throw her straight in, he enjoyed a good, slow build up, it always made for a better climax no matter what the task.

After her mouth had once again stopped jabbering he took in a deep breath, he thought it best to explain a few things to her. He turned his back for a moment and took a wooden chair that sat beside the sofa, he pulled it across the floor, forcing it to screech horribly against the stone. He turned it around and slowly sat on the rather uncomfortable seat. "Okay uh, Lily...ugh, a few things need to be straightened out here lady," he began is his coarse voice, though his words were even and lacked any definable emotion, "Out there, you might be queen but in here you're nothin', you're words can't hurt me, you can't hurt me and the truth of it is I could cut your throat with them rusty scissors and no one is going to give a shit, not even your dear old Daddy." Inside he was laughing, perhaps she wouldn't show that his words took effect but they would have done, being in a house with a lunatic brandishing a rusty pair of scissors is bound to scare anyone.

He stood and left the chair, allowing her to digest what he had just told her and that was perhaps all she would digesting for a little while. The one positive thing that had come from her constant babbling was her weaknesses were on show, all of her bravado and confidence was certainly a defensive move or at least that is how he saw it anyway. A foolish move it was too, he should have been the last person to be divulging her needs to, if anything she was making his job easier, not that she would pose much of a challenge. Mentally or physically he had her beat, she was a shallow human being who took pride in the superficial things in life, her flaws were huge and she didn't know how to hide them. Peter however was much more of an enigma, certainly compared to his prisoner, he was mentally strong, almost incapable of feeling, he was practically a bastion of mental health or ill health, it was all a matter of perspective.

He exited the room once more and entered the kitchen, he took to the cupboards and grabbed two plates, he had another idea. He placed the plates on the side and walked to the fridge, he opened it up to a dull, flickering light. Inside was a bucket of cold chicken that he had bought an hour or so before bringing the prissy little bitch to his veritable house of horrors. Having everything he needed, he picked up the plates once more and headed back to the chilly room in which sweet Lilly was being held.

The distinct smell of the southern fried chicken filled the air instantly, making even Peter's mouth water and the man had only eaten half an hour ago, so he could imagine how Lily was currently feeling, it made him somewhat happier just thinking about it. He piled everything onto the chair and pulled it back to ensure that she could not lunge at the food. He reached in and took a drumstick and placed the bucket on the floor, next to the chair. He bit into it and let out a pleased sigh as the flavour enveloped his tongue, "So, you're hungry huh, little one?" He asked rhetorically with a full mouth before spitting the chicken out onto on one of the plates.

He continued the disgusting act until all of the drumstick had been regurgitated. He went on to seperate the two plates and placed a full, untouched piece onto the empty one. "Now then Lily," he started, pausing only to pick bits of chicken from his teeth with his tongue, "We're gonna play something of a game now and the outcome of this game will determine your next meal and believe me, you will get hungry enough to eat that slop," he told her forcefully, pointing to the chewed chicken.

This would would go some way to stopping the power struggle and show how easily she herself could manipulated, no matter how small or hollow a victory or loss it might be for her it would reveal something to him and that's what he needed. He knelt down and pushed his face close into hers "You will remain silent for five minutes and I mean utter silence, you'll spend that five minutes contemplating what could happen, what will happen and what has happened so far, then you will tell me, honestly, who you really think is in charge," he paused for a moment, his voice was even and his face as expressionless as always, "An' I'll look in your eyes and if I think you're lying to me, you'll be eating that mess and you really don't want to see how I react to a bare faced lie." He narrowed his eyes as he finished talking, stepping back, he took a seat on the couch to allow her the time.

This would certainly be interesting.

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 4:00 pm

Lily frowned as she watched the man. She was not going to be bullied by this loser. She was sure that her father would send the police to come get her long enough. she decided to be quiet as she sat there now thinking about everything. This man was annoying. He really was, but did he have control over her? She didn't think so. If he did wouldn't he be raping her and all that shit that kidnappers did? She would have only one question when the time was up. She sat there thinking and trying her best to be quiet but it was hard. she didn't like just sitting there with a potential psychopath so close to her. She bit down on her bottom lip then and frowned. How annoying this whole mess was.

She missed her hair now, and the whole thing was starting to catch up to her. She heard that most of the time when a girl cut her hair short, she would be in shock and then would cry. she always said it was bullshit, but now she realized it was true. Her beautiful locks were gone. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she cried, looking at the chunks of hair that were still around her. She didn't want to show him she was weak, but she couldn't help it. She was so hurt by the fact that her hair was gone she had too. After about five minutes she was calm. She was still determined that she had the control in the situation.

"Five minutes have to be over by now," she told him before looking at him, defiance in her eyes. "I think I'm in control still. After all, if you were in control, you would have beat me, gagged me and raped me by now. Clearly you can't bring yourself to do it. For all I know you're just some pussy," she said coldly. "Or maybe this is some kind of sick prank. Probably told to do this by Ashlee, I know she hates me after that whole thing I did at her birthday party," she looked a little smug then.

"So in either case. I don't think you have control not at all. You must have a hard time getting hard too. I mean. Come on. Even without my hair, I know I have a wonderful body. One that hasn't been touched. How many kidnappers wouldn't take advantage of my nice soft untainted flesh?" she egged him on then. She knew it was dangerous, but if he wouldn't rape her, then she was certain she had control. "If you can't bring yourself to rape a poor defenseless girl, clearly you aren't going to go far with any of this shit."

Lily laughed softly as she watched him. she honestly believed she was in control. She believed every word she spat out was true and that she could control him easily. He was under her thumb, just like everyone else. No matter what the situation looked like from afar.

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 5:19 pm

Peter sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite him, he too was somewhat lost in his own thoughts but he was concious enough to know what she was and was not doing. Something inside told him that she would pronounce herself being in control, probably because she needed to feel that she was, if she didn't have control or at least a sense of control then she had nothing. She had indeed remained silent as instructed, the fact that she did it showed that she was willing to bend to his will. That in itself was satisfying but more so was the sound of stifled, sorrowful sighs and small sniffles, he did not need look to make sure, he knew she was crying, things had finally caught up with her, perhaps now she would actually give it up?

It was not meant to be though, her irritating voice rang out in the living room as she once more tried to insult him and finally she was getting on his nerves, not the content of her words so much as the voice that carried them. It almost hurt his ears to listen to it but he was not about to give any sign of his irritation. He turned to her, her cutesy face was scrunched up in anger but her tear tracks were the two things that stood out the most, they were like two lights to his eyes, a smug grin found his lips as he looked. It meant that she was breaking, it might not have registered with her yet but like the cutting of her hair, it would get back to her.

He got to his feet and stretched himself out briefly, he dipped his hand into his pocket, the action was barely noticeable, which is what he had intended, he didn't want her to see the small switch blade he had taken from it. With the cold steel consealed in his left hand, he approached her, it was about time he gave her something that she had been pining for. He got real close into her face once more, this time he straddled her legs and trapped her only free hand. "Do you remember what I said? I said I'd be able to tell if your lying," his husky voice was low and had a menacing quality about it, "And I believe that you think you're still in control but I'm a terrible liar so it looks like it's chewed out chicken Lily," he taunted, his hot, poultry scented breath beating on to her cheeks.

He was going to teach her something more now, this time in a less subtle manner, he was going to be frank, no games, some open torture for a change. "Though you may think it Lily, you are nor have you ever been in control since I took you; in broad daylight," he told her, his small eyes locking fiercely with hers, "But since you're under the impression that control is gained by means of physical pain I will oblige."

He flicked up the knife with one clean movement of his wrist, though the blade was small it was obvious that it would not take much to breech soft skin, which by the look of she had. He turned her head, once more using his weight to gain total control from her struggling, he pressed the blade against her right cheek and pressed it in with a little force behind. The moment the knife had touched her a cut had formed, the pressure merely added to the depth. The warm, crimson liquid drenched the blade as it flowed from her, also staining his dark, worn jeans, he didn't care though, he was much too preoccupied. He lifted the blade and turned it one hundred and eighty degrees and repeated the process, creating a cross of her cheek, one that would scar, he had branded her.

He got up and wiped the blood from the knife onto his t-shirt, he stepped back a few paces to look at her, a satisfied smirk accompanied his gaze. He leant down and picked up the plate that was covered in chewed food and slid it across to her. "Enjoy!" He told her before setting himself down on the wooden chair and picking up the bucket of chicken.

He took a piece out and began to chew, "And sweetie," he started, pausing only to swallow his chicken, "I don't fuck ugly women unless there's no alternative to jerkin' off," he growled at her, his hoarse voice making the statement seem all the more sinister.

It wasn't true of course she was an attractive young woman whom he planned to have fun with but for now he had to break her spirit. "Oh, here," he spoke, fishing around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a rather nasty looking handkerchief, "Clean yourself up, you look a real mess."

Subject: Re: Kidnap: Live! Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:34 pm

Lily gasped when she heard him say she would be having the chewed out chicken. She felt dizzy when she took in the scent of his breath and she groaned. "You liar," she murmured softly. "Good for nothing lying scum," she hissed. She was quiet when he spoke again and she watched him. Her eyes showed how confused she was at his words, and she wondered what he meant by it. Her heart almost stopped when she saw the knife. "Oh god," she whispered softly. He wasn't actually going to use it right? It was no good if he hurt her.

She struggled but when she felt the knife cut her precious cheek she froze, going into shock. He had actually done it. He had actually harmed her. Hot tears began to fall from her eyes as she sobbed. "No.." she whimpered before the second cut was inflicted and she watched him, her eyes wide and watering. No. this couldn't be. He couldn't have control. She listened to the man before growing sick at the sight of the plate and her stomach turned before she moved a little and threw up. Hot tears staining her cheeks and making the wound on her cheek ache.

She had no control. It was sinking in. She whimpered realizing she'd have to take what she could. He wasn't going to lighten up. This wasn't a dark prank. She whimpered looking at the handkerchief, her small fingers trembling before she closed her eyes and brought it up to her cheek to clean up the hot liquid that was dripping down the side of her face. "T-thank you," she whispered softly as she kept her head bowed. She tried her best to keep calm, but she was panicking. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she felt weak. It would only be a matter of time before she passed out. She tried to put the handkerchief somewhere where she couldn't see but failed. the sight of her own blood, and the metallic scent in her nose made her pass out.

She was only out for a few minutes, though when she woke up she saw the blood on her hand having touched it when she fainted. Lily grew faint at the sight of blood, it had always been that way, since she was little. She passed out again, this time staying out. The full stress of the situation catching up with her and her body reacted in the best way it could. By shutting down and trying to force her to sleep it off.

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