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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 10:51:42 GMT -5
It was a small cottage, alone and haunted looking. Shadows danced over the wooden walls on the outside as a large black SUV drove into view. The SUV contained two people, one driving and one lieing on the floor, tied up and struggeling. The man in the front, Spike as he was known, drove past the west side of the cabin, right through a hole in a very large bush. He got out of the truck, turned it off, and walked calmly around it, eyes darting around wildly. He lifted the woman out of the back, and slung her effortlessly over one very large shoulder.
Spike walked out of the bush, the large truck almost completly covered by brush. He toop out a very worn looking leaf and thron covered blanked and threw it over the turck's enterance. It was totally hidden now.
He walked with her on his shoulder over to the cabin, turned he key, and walked in, closing and locking the door with the sky and three dead-bolts. "Cozy, isnt it?" He said, thumping her down. There was a chain hanging from the roof over in a corner, a bed in the other corer, a small lamp, and a mini-kitchen. Off to the right was a small dorr leading to another room, a bathroom maybe. He dragged her over to the chain hook and lifted her so her arms hung limp from the chain. He let it come down, but then clasped the loop over the rope so there was no chance at all of her escape. She was like a chained dog now, able to move a bit but not enough to get away.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 12:12:01 GMT -5
Brennan tried screaming back the breath caught at the back of her throat and she gagged. Her eyes were swimming with tears of terror. She kicked and struggled as he hauled her into the room, one glance at the chain and she began to shake more than ever, the memories it brought back terrified her. She tried screaming again but it ended in a coughing fit. He pulled her arms through the chain and she felt like a pig going to the slaughter house I’m going to die she thought for the first time that night. There’s no way anyone can find me here she was filled with an empty despair. Her eyes darted around the room for any chance of escape. Blood stood out on her wrists from being bound so long and a bruise stood out on her head from being struck.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 25, 2008 11:48:54 GMT -5
"You know, were all alone out here. Were out of the way of the city by miles and miles, and no one could hear you scream. You are going to die alone and in pain, with no one reasue you. And Parker? Well..." He pointed to a smaller hook, lower to the ground, and a cooler next to it. He smiled to himself and started to walk off to the bathroom. "Oh," He turned back on his heel, "Almost forgot..." He picked up a heavy, large bell and looped and knotted it very hard around her hand bindings, so it would ring with every movement she made, and rind loud if she tried to get away. "That should do it...Well, I'm off to the bathroom." He said, turning and picking up a book and a towel, heading off to take a bath. He had also loosened the bindings around her mouth and hands.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 27, 2008 14:33:04 GMT -5
Brennan felt the binds easy and closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. The bell was pulled around her and she felt so undignified, a flash of the old Brennan came back and, just to anger him, she writhed and kicked as much as she could. The bell ringing loudly, the gag was caught and eventually it fell away. She said nothing though, and kept it clamped in her mouth. She would keep trying to escape slowly until Parker got here and she could get both of them...she just hoped she could last out as long as that.
OOC: There’s not much I could say 
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 27, 2008 16:38:31 GMT -5
Unseen in the corner there was a very tiny, finger-sized camera. He was watching her from the bathroom in a fold-out screen. There was one in the bedroom, too. He chuckled untill he saw her mouth bind fall away. She is smart... He thought. He decided it would do no harm to let it fall away...
A few minutes later he got up, and walked out of the bathroom. Without a word to Brennan he wisked out of the door. In a moment he came back with two very large, wolf-like dogs in his hands. "This is Tayo," He said, nodding to the lighter gray one, larger with black eyes, "And this is Becca, his girlfriend. They will make sure you stay where you should." He said, stroking Becca's head. She growled at Brennan. "They will not hurt you unless you try and get up. And trust me. You don't want to get up." He exposed a very mangled right forearm, and walked out of the cottage, leaving Brennan, Becca and Tayo alone.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Mar 1, 2008 12:05:34 GMT -5
Brennan eyes the dogs, thinking of how fearless she had been when she was younger, running with the biggest dogs and wrestling the smaller ones while giggling. These dogs were nothing like the ones she had played with, she could smell their breath and they looked scrawny, hungry. Now the gag was out and he was far away she began chewing at the rope, it tasted of blood and sweat and she pulled away to wretch, tears streamed down her cheeks “Mom, Dad!” she cried, not knowing why she was calling her dead mother and her father who was far away with her brother. She heaved and took a deep breath “Booth” she whispered, everything swum in front of her and he fought to stay awake. She sat back up and began pulling again at her ties, they loosened even more with each pull and Brennan fought back the urge to be sick. She managed to pull one hand free and she almost cried out with relief, her wrist had a deep red line that was raw and painful. She shifted slightly and pulled out some mints and gum, she stuffed a mint into her mouth to get rid of the taste of the rope and threw the rest to the dogs, they were probably so hungry they didn’t care what they ate; maybe, she thought wildly, it would let them trust her a bit more.
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