Kidnapped (Cheshire Smirk & Charmed )

[Charmed]

Angel Sanders, the 18yr. old daughter of a prominent U.S. politician, was kidnapped yesterday. A ransom note demanding 1 million dollars was left at the home of Mack Sanders, her father, who was away entertaining his flavor of the week in a ski lodge in Aspen (all at taxpayers expense)

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God, please help me! Someone, please help me!

Angelica(Angel) Sanders thought for the hundredth time since she had been jerked off the street, bound, gagged and tied to a chair by a couple of brutes earlier that night.

She had no idea where she was, all she knew was that she was alone and had been since the bastards left after getting a call from someone they called "Boss" hours ago. At least she assumed it was hours ago? The sensory deprivation was really fucking with her head.

Her hands were bound with velvet lined handcuffs, some kind of dark,thick cloth had been wrapped around her blond head several times, covering her eyes completely. A thinner band of some sort was similarly tied around her neck covering her mouth.

Her struggles had exhausted her yet she fought to stay awake, to stay alert, for surely they would be back soon........

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the man of the hour."


The door to the underground holding chamber swung open and the 'boss' came swaggering in. The last of the lackies that'd helped in the kidnapping nodded at his boss and then made his way out of the room, making sure to lock it as he left. The ringleader stepped forward and pulled the blindfold from Angel's eyes, allowing her to get a good glimpse at her captor. He was a tall and handsome man; he stood at roughly 6'3, and his slender body was chiseled from years of running, fighting, and weight lifting. He had a handsome face that was framed by a chest length mane of silk raven locks, he had thin seductive lips and a strong but not over-imposing jaw, and a pair of vivid, entrancing topaz eyes.

The man was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a long sleeved white silk shirt that was unbuttoned with a black mesh tank-top beneath it. The cuffs of the shirt were long enough to cover his knuckles, though they were only that long on top. Finishing his strange outfit was a black fedora with a wide brim, that was cocked at an angle that almost covered his right eye, and a pair of fine black leather formal shoes.

Vallios reached out and curled his long fingers around Angel's cheek, cupping her jaw in his hand. He stroked her lips ever so lightly and tilted his head, taking a second to examine the features of her face. He sighed softly and closed those hypnotic topaz orbs as he stepped back. Vallios shook his head slowly, chuckling to himself. For a brief second the dim-light of the holding room gave full illumination, revealing the only flaw on Vallios' otherwise perfect complexion...

Two matching scars, thin and black as the night stretched from the center of his left and right cheek, starting in the exact middle of his eye and running clear down to his jaw. At the top the scars were about 3/4" wide, but they gradually tapered to points. The marks were perfectly straight and obviously intentional. These 'scars' were marks of distinction of some sort...Or marks of shame from a turbulent past. When Vallios' eyes opened once more he fixed Angel with that haunting gaze of his. It was incredibly how someone who was as handsome as the divine could manage to look so sinister at the same time.

"Not a mark on you...Did they manage to catch you in the shower? Or is the fabled 'secret service' really just that poor?"

Vallios stepped forward and pulled the gag from her mouth, granting Angel the ability to speak. When the gag fell away he gave Angel a hard backhand across the cheek, keeping his hand curled into a half-fist, so that there would be noticeable knuckle imprints on her skin. Vallios waited for Angel's response, hoping she'd try to scream for help. Oh how wonderful it'd be, hearing her beg and plead for her life...

"Now you'll be a bit more convincing on camera. Don't want Daddy to think that we're actually treating you like novices would."

 

[Charmed]

"Bastard!" she said between clenched teeth as blood pooled inside her mouth nearly making her gag. Angel refused to show her fear to the man who was obviously responsible for her abduction . Yet her control wasn't nearly as unbreakable when with a gasp she reacted to the scars on his face as he moved out from behind the shadows cast by the dim lighting.

"Now you'll be a bit more convincing on camera. Don't want Daddy to think that we're actually treating you like novices would."

She looked around the dank and dark cavernous room with terror in her blue eyes as she tried to take in the details of her surroundings. She struggled anew against the bonds that held her, which only resulted in rubbing her wrists raw. As his deviant eyes looked her over she was aware of how her already short black leather skirt had ridden further up her slim, tanned thighs and how the cropped, tight fitting white tank top exposed her flat belly. A new wave of terror raced through her.......

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Bastard! Scum! Wait 'til the Feds find out...Darling, I've heard it all."

Vallios smirked and retrieved a custom made glock 18-c from the table he was standing beside. It had polished ivory grips and gilded accents going along the sides, it was obviously a gun for special occasions. Vallios spun it once between his fingers before swaggering over to Angel. He pressed the barrel to her lips and began to laugh. The sound was quiet and cold, but it rang off the concrete walls in a most hellish manner, echoing for what felt like hours. Vallios pulled the trigger once, knowing that the last bullet in the clip was three squeezes down. Oh how he wanted to hear her scream and beg for her life...After all, the hidden tape recorder was rolling.

"Do you know what it's like to take a life? To feel the blood of another stain your hands? It's a sensation I'm very familiar with."

Angel would feel the gun shudder, hear the click of the trigger...Feel that fatal click against her teeth, and then...Nothing. Fear was a powerful tool. He'd get Angel nice and scared, get her all sorts of confused. Then, as her world began to unravel he'd reveal to her all the reasons why her father had never been there. Just how much of a pathetic man he really was, and how much better of a life the Black Talon could offer.

And then...She'd kill him. At least, that was the plan. Collect ransom money, then send him back her precious daughter so she could dispose of him.



Vallios let out another soft chuckle and then unzipped his pants. With a shift of the hips the bulk and length of his impressive manhood could be seen, waiting patiently for Angel. Of course, this was all a head game. Vallios wasn't the type to rape. No, he just wanted Angel to be completely terrified for her well-being, and her virginity. He merely let her take a second to soak in the horror of the situation, along with the perfect shape and tone of his body. Hopefully being presented with such an incredible example of male perfection would help add a bit of arousal into the mix of emotions Angel was feeling.

 

[Charmed]

Horror, unlike any she had ever imagined, flowed swiftly through her veins as her captor sauntered to her side and placed a gun to her mouth...and laughed. It was a diabolical sound that rang in her ears. Had she not seen his finger pull the trigger seconds before she squeezed her blue eyes shut tight, she'd have not known he'd done so, as that laughter effectively covered the small "click" of the guns empty chamber.

"Do you know what it's like to take a life? To feel the blood of another stain your hands? It's a sensation I'm very familiar with."

The rich dark timbre of his voice held her gaze as she watched his sensually cruel mouth while he spoke almost eloquently as he asked her a question he didn't expect an answer to. Was that a faint hint of an accent she detected? She couldn't be sure. Her senses were reeling and with the adrenaline flooding her system she found it hard to concentrate.

She had thought, prematurely, that she couldn't possibly know any terror worse than she had moments ago. But as his gaze lazily roamed over her from her feet to her head and he unfastened his dark pants revealing what was beneath- she knew she had been wrong.
He stood so close to her. Her fright, that was now like a living, breathing entity overwhelmed her and she wasted precious energy as she struggled again against the painfully tight restraints that she knew she'd never escape from. "P...please.." she whispered as tears fell from her eyes, making her vision blurry "....d..don't."

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"P..please, D..Don't. It's amazing how quickly you switch from a defiant heroine to a whimpering damsel. But then again, you're young and naive."

Vallios then turned and retrieved a long dagger from the table. He reached out and took Angel by the collar, then swiftly cut her clothes away. After just 30 seconds she was sitting in only her bra and panties, fully exposed to the cold air of the room. Valios reached down and re-fastened his pants, finding that speaking with his cock hanging out really detracted from his words.

"You don't know anything about people. You don't realize that in this world there are not heroes or villains, just humans. Every action has a reason..."

And with that Vallios wandered away, moving towards a black screen that hung from the nearest wall. It was a large flat screen T.V He turned the television on, and just chuckled quietly at what was on the television. A study on poverty in the country. Vallios let the grim documentary continue for roughly five minutes before he turned the T.V off.

"Your father and his peers piss away millions of dollars each year on pointless projects, and take fat salaries built up from the taxes of those whose will they don't even properly represent. Many of those people can barely afford to feed their families; and yet, they help pay for your father to have three cars. Tell me, is that right? Is that just? For a public servant to live in paradise while those he serves starve and die?"

Vallios just kept on smirking as he spun the dagger between his fingers. He tossed it once, caught it, then tossed it again. He tossed it up one last time, then snatched it from the air and hureld it at Angel. The tip of the dagger skimmed her cheek, leaving a long shallow cut as it streaked by and embedded itself in the wall. Once again, another scare tactic. Vallios prowled back over to Angel and tilted his head as he peered into her eyes, trying to assess her fear.

"And even now, while his own daughter's life is at risk, he's away in another country entertaining some slut. Oh, and guess what darling; His cell phone is turned off. He doesn't want to be bothered by anything, not even his poor...Dying daughter."

Vallios smirked and cut away the ropes, then stepped back. He pressed a button on the wall and the iron door of the chamber began to retract, sliding open slowly to reveal another chamber. Vallios just leaned against the wall and waited, wondering if she'd be stupid enough, scared enough to try and run.

"But don't worry, we've contacted the largest news media in the country and let them know of the situation. Your father will be informed when he gets back in the states...Whenever that is. The question is, will you be alive when he does mosey on over back over the border?" Vallios said, his frigid northern accent becoming more clear as twisted delight sounded in his voice.

Vallios spoke as if he hadn't noticed that the door had opened, as if he was completely unaware of the fact that Angel could possibly 'escape'. Now, that was because Vallios knew damn well escape would be impossible. After four rooms, each one filled with some form of traumatic hazard, Angel would find herself at another one of those button operated iron doors...Unable to escape.

((I do hope I'm playing the antagonist well. :> )

 

[Charmed]

Angel cried out as he came at her with a dagger that as she flinched, cut through her clothing in one swift slice. The bra she had chosen that day was black lace and only covered half of her size D breasts. The panties that matched was a thong that barely covered her bare, freshly shaved sex. She kept her eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down enough to think. Calm the hell down, Angel! she told herself. Never one to think before she acted- she was terrified that if she didn't -she'd miss a clue or something important that might aid her in getting out of this alive.
But that was before he hurled the dagger/blade at her which very nearly gave her a heartattack. The resulting slice out of her cheek pushed her past any point of calm.

"And even now, while his own daughter's life is at risk, he's away in another country entertaining some slut. Oh, and guess what darling; His cell phone is turned off. He doesn't want to be bothered by anything, not even his poor...Dying daughter."

Her relationship with her father had steadily declined after the death of her mother when she was just 11 years old. Her mother wasn't even in the ground a full 24 hours before he had every single reminder of her existence removed from their home- clothing, photos, even her beloved dog was sent to the pound. Then, there was the continual influx of women. Mack Sanders, upcoming political star and newly appointed bachelor, had neither the time nor the inclination to consider the tender feelings of his daughter as he paraded different woman around as if her mother never existed.
As Angel got older, she worked hard and long to establish a reputation that would embarass her "holier than thou" father and his hypocritical, judging political career. The senator's slutty, drug addicted daughter was how the press knew her- and up until now, she had been happy with that. The truth was that she was a virgin, and had never nor would she ever touch drugs. She had no doubt that her father would pay any ransom to get her back, but with the media involved, who knew what his true motives might be. He'd never appear so heartless with national media attention on him, watching his every move and reaction. She knew her father too well, she was afraid.

Angel may be young and naive but she wasn't stupid. So when he cut her free from her bonds and stepped away from her, she knew what he wanted. She knew he waited for her to run. And there was no way in hell she'd give him what he wanted. In fact, she'd do her damdest to do the unexpected.....

( Oh definately!! Very well indeed! )

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Well, you're smarter than most..." Vallios said with a soft chuckle as he pressed the button once more.

The steel door slid shut once again. Vallios walked over to angel, producing a pair of handcuffs from behind his belt. He quickly cuffed her hands together behind her back, and then began to lead her out of the room, through the normal door. He unlocked it with a small key, and began leading her up the stairs. They'd ascend roughly fifty feet, and come out at the ground level of Vallios' small manor...Tucked away from civilization by miles of private owned game refuge. When they reached the top of the stairs, Vallios ripped away her bra and panties, leaving Angel standing completely naked at the top of the stairs.

"Until Daddy decides to give us a ring, you're my personal servant. Now go, I hunger. The kitchen is well stocked with many raw materials. I expect a fine meal...There will be punishment if you do not meet my expectations."

And with that Vallios departed for the compound's training room, deciding it was time for his daily exercise. There were no phones in the house, no form of outside contact except for a password protected computer. If Angel looked out the window, all she'd see was mile after mile of lush forest...With signs here and there warning of wild animals...Like black bears, cougars, and wolves. So, angel had a choice; serve Vallios and pray that her father came through, or try and survive completely naked and defenseless against nature in all it's fury and it's splendor.

 

[Charmed]

"Well, you're smarter than most..."

"Gee, thanks."she mumbled under her breath. She didn't think he'd heard her and if he did, he didn't repond. Angel realized that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to piss him off any further and made a mental note to think first before she spoke from now on.

The cut on her cheek had stopped bleeding but still hurt as she rubbed at it feeling that it had scabbed over. Then he was there and jerked her hand away from her face and put her hands in handcuffs behind her back. Shit!! she nearly growled at him as he led her out of the room and up a long, narrow stairway.
Angel was completely caught off guard when, as they reached the top of the stairs, he ripped away her bra & panties. She gasped and the look he gave her in return was pure maliciousness.

"Until Daddy decides to give us a ring, you're my personal servant. Now go, I hunger. The kitchen is well stocked with many raw materials. I expect a fine meal...There will be punishment if you do not meet my expectations."

Biting back the curse she had ready on the tip of her tongue, she watched him turn and walk away with an arrogant swagger and without a single glance back in her direction.

After a few moments spent clearing her head and steeling her resolve, she decided to take a little tour...see what there was to see and more importantly, to find a way out.

It didn't take her long, however, to realize that the bastard well and truly had her trapped and without anyway to contact the outside world for help. Her anger was again on the rise and it took a considerable amount of deep breathing to calm herself down again. She had luckily come across a small bathroom in which she gratefully used to relieve her bladder, although it wasn't easy since her hands were still cuffed behind her back.
After she walked around a bit longer, she came across the gym and could hear her captor grunting as he worked out. Without making a single noise, she peeked around the open doorway and watched in silence and alot of reluctant but obvious female appreciation as he worked out his strong and perfectly toned body in a brutal workout. Finally, her curiousity got the better of her and she stepped into the room and cleared her throat to get his attention. Then, when he stopped and looked at her she wasted no time and said with a saucy smirk " You forgot the handcuffs.."

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Oh dear, did I..."

There the keys to the handcuffs were, dangling from a small leather cord from the front-most of his belt loops. He turned and set his feet on the floor, waiting for Angel to come over and retrieved the keys. He chuckled softly and tilted his head, pondering his words before he spoke. Yes, Vallios was a twisted criminal mastermind; he was also a complete sadistic asshole.

"What kind of master brings the key to his servant? If you want your hands free, you can come get the key yourself."

Obviously this meant that Angel would either have to try and manipulate around the area of Vallios' crotch with her bound and clumsy hands...Or be more precise and use her teeth to work the key free from his pants. Vallios just sat there smirking at angel, knowing she'd understand the scenario when she really tried to think about it.

 

[Charmed]

"What kind of master brings the key to his servant? If you want your hands free, you can come get the key yourself."

Her heart beat heavily against her rib cage and she was just seconds away from blurting out " Yeah? Well, if you want me to make you something to eat, you can let me out of these fucking handcuffs .... or better yet, get your ass into the kitchen and make it yourself!" But the look on his face and the way his muscles flexed as he shifted his stance slightly, kept her quiet. Yet she couldn't hide the disdain that was clearly written all over her face as she slowly walked towards him.

Angel had never had a problem with her own self image. At 5'7", she was fit and trim and had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were large but not too large, a size D cup which fit her frame perfectly. Yet, the way his hypnotic eyes studied her in a slow, seductive manner as she approached, made her suddenly self conscious and desperately wished for something to cover herself with.

Finally, she stood inches away from him and realized how much taller he was than her as she looked up into his hard gaze. Then with a deep breath, she tilted her chin high with false bravado and turned her back to him. He was so close she could feel his warm breath on her neck. With trembling hands, she reached out behind her to grab for the keys.... and grabbed something else instead......

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Really now?"

Vallios just smirked as she took a hold of something a good deal larger, and thicker than the key to her cuffs. Vallios smirked and ran his hands slowly up Angel's spine, those fingers teasingly massaging all the hotspots that would make her shiver with need. This was a tease too delicious to pass up...Surely, the paired combination of her feeling just what Vallios had been gifted with and the light touches and tantalizing caresses of his skilled fingertips would get Angel feeling all hot and bothered.

It was hard to resist the temptation to take advantage of Angel and have his way with her right there...But no, he wanted to make her beg for it. That was part of the plan; he had to make Angel crave him, make her want him so bad she'd forsake all else. And that, would definitely be possible once he got her to open herself for him. After all, some of the sinister things he could do to her would turn into nothing more than kinky bedroom play if she was willing.

 

[Charmed]

She froze. With her hand still gripping the very large bulge beneath his pants as if she was too shocked to let go. Even aware that she'd obviously missed her mark.

Angel's breath caught in her throat as his hands suddenly caressed her bare back, sending chills up and down her spine. She should have jerked herself away from him immediately. She should have been disgusted by his touch. And she definately should have moved her damn hand off of his crotch by now! And yet, for reasons she'd rather not examine too closely at the moment, she did none of these things.
Maybe, she thought to herself, she was like a deer caught in headlights-terrified to stay but too terrified to flee. Yet, her survival instincts finally kicked into gear and she released the hold she had on his hardening shaft, without another attempt at the keys, and moved swiftly away from him.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"So sure at first, and then so timid...It's almost as if you don't know what you want."

Vallios smirked and pushed himself up off the bench. He moved swiftly, pinning Angel against the wall. He pressed his hips into hers as he leaned against her, brushing his lips, and his fang-like incisors against her throat. He snatched a kiss from her lips and then leaned back just an inch, staring straight into Angel's terrified eyes.

"Just a naive lost girl living in the world that's been handed to her..."

Vallios chuckled softly as he moved away from her, knowing the sudden actions would certainly throw Angel through a twisted loop. He went back to his exercising, acting as if nothing had happened. But that sharklike smile, those eyes that gleamed with wicked amusement...Vallios was loving the cruel acts of torture.

"If you want your hands to be free; you'll retrieve the key."

 

[Charmed]

Angel's heart beat fast inside her chest as she waited with held breath for him to move against her now that he had her against the wall. Then suddenly he had his body, his hot and hard body pressed against her belly. His mouth, with his cruel and sensual lips in a slight sneer that revealed sharp, predator like teeth, descended with expert speed to her neck where her pulse beat rapidly. She gasped and released the breath of air she'd been holding right before he raised his head and placed a rough kiss upon her slightly opened mouth. He pulled away almost immediately and stared into her tear filled eyes and for the briefest moment she thought she saw a hint of..of tenderness..? within the haunting depths of his eyes.

"Just a naive lost girl living in the world that's been handed to her..."

And then he was gone. He went back to his workout and she wondered why she suddenly felt bereft of the heat from his body's closeness.....

"If you want your hands to be free; you'll retrieve the key."

"What, exactly are your plans for me?" she asked with false bravado as she pushed herself away from the cold wall and hesitantly approached him.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Have you serve my whim and will until your father comes calling with the ransom."

So blunt about it, so honest and determined. Vallios diverted his attention from his work-out long enough to flash Angel that crushing, sadistic, but somehow...charming smirk, one that hinted at much more. However his focus quickly switched back to his work-out, and he seemed almost bored by Angel's trivial presence.

After all, he still did not have his food. Vallios' stomach rumbled quietly, and he ceased his work-out long enough to shoot a murderous glare at Angel. He sighed quietly, the sound reminiscent of something a pet owner would make after their pet soiled the carpet for the umpteenth time that week.

"And as you stand there pondering the mystery of your continued existence, I grow more hungry and less patient."

 

[Charmed]

"Have you serve my whim and will until your father comes calling with the ransom."

He went back to his workout, completely dismissing her as if she was a lowly servant!
Angel's blood began to boil as the temper she had never been able to completely keep under control threatened to surface. Surely he didn't mean to keep her like this, bound and naked the entire time! Did he..? What could possibly be the purpose of doing so?

Moments later, as Angel contemplated her next move, she felt the heat of his ferocious stare which she promptly returned with an equally menacing glare of her own.

"And as you stand there pondering the mystery of your continued existence, I grow more hungry and less patient."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor as he spoke the words that finally snapped the last thread of her control. The bastard!!

Angel's back teeth clenched so hard then that she was surprised they didn't crack under the force. She stormed up to him and as if she had practiced the move a thousand times, turned around and snatched the keyring from his beltloop. Then, with a smirk of satisfaction she walked out of the room. Hungry was he..?, she chuckled to herself as she retraced the path she had taken to find him and back towards the other side of the house while she worked out the details of a plan.

Oh, I'll feed him alright....

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

If Angel wished to poison him, she'd find that all natures of cleaning products and other harmful chemicals were conveniently stored in a shed outside the house. In the kitchens there was not but food items, none of which were remotely near their expiration dates. That, and as Angel wandered around the complex she'd be occasionally passed by a female with a pistol and taser on the hip.

Yes, Vallios had female security guards. And the logic behind this was simple; He entertained many, many women, and did not need other males harassing his 'company'. Also, in times like these the last he needed was some stupid man who could be seduced by a handjob into smuggling somebody to freedom.

And so Vallios continued to exercise, wondering just what it'd take to break that will of Angel's.

 

[Charmed]

Angel's first objective was to get the handcuffs off. She sat down against a wall and slipped her hands under her legs then with her joined hands in front of her instead of behind her she finally managed to unlock the cuffs.

Next, she explored some more of the house while she looked for something- anything to cover herself up with. She went through countless different rooms and closet after closet until she finally found a man's long sleeved, pin striped dress shirt that came all the way down to her knees. It would have to do. So with atleast some of her dignity in tact now, she headed back towards the kitchen.

The kitchen, which was filled with the latest, stainless steel, top of line appliances , wall to wall granite countertops and glass faced cabinets that were filled with beautiful and expensive china, was truly a chef's dream. Angel never liked to cook but was capable enough at the basics. She checked the fridge first and found what appeared to be leftovers that included baked chicken with roasted potatos along with a ceasar salad- perfect! Her stomach growled and she realized just how hungry she actually was. She warmed the food in the complicated oven, grabbed a couple bottles of water, silverware - which she wasn't surprised did not include a knife, as there wasn't even a butter knife anywhere to be found- and sat down at a round glass table that overlooked a beautiful garden, and ate.

Once she had eaten all she possibly could, she was surprised to see that there was very little left. It was absolutely delicious! She'd have to remember to give her compliments to the chef- whoever that was..? Angel cleaned up after herself and washed her dishes before putting the remainder of the salad along with a bottled water in a plastic bag she found underneath the sink. She couldn't forget her "master" afterall!

Feeling much better with a full stomach, she went back to the room he used as a gym and without stopping, she dropped the bag in the open doorway and called out "Dinner is served!" and continued on her way. She didn't wait for his reaction and quickened her step as she headed for one of the empty bedrooms she had found earlier. After such a fulfilling meal, she thought she could use a nap!

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

Leisurely at first, Vallios moved out of the weight room and along to the kitchen. He glanced once at the fridge, and then shut it silently. His blood boiled with rage, and those frigid eyes seemed to chill even more. Silently Vallios stalked through the manor, quickly and easily locating the stray Angel.

In a flash he snagged her by the back of the neck and hurled her to the floor. He then stepped forward and launched a vicious kick, booted foot arcing swiftly for Angel's stomach. If the kick connected it'd surely have more than adequate strength to force Angel to regurgitate the meal she'd just enjoyed.

And that was just what Vallios wanted. He stared down at Angel, eyes burning with what could easily be thoughts of murder. She'd crossed the line ,and was about to be taught a dire lesson of consequences.

 

[Charmed]

Daddy, No!!!! Please, Daddy!! I promise I'll be good, Daddy..I prom... Smack!.... Young Angel flies across the room with the force of the hit and desperately tries to crawl away but is not nearly fast enough. Tears and swelling make it hard to see but large hands swiftly grab her by the hair and jerk her forward, she tries to scream but a large hand covers her mouth and blocks the sound -then in an icy whisper he says That's right, you will my dear Angel- after I'm finished with you you'll never dare defy me or show your face when I am entertaining such important people ever again. Then as his fist came at her she screamed

Angel was torn from her sleep and the dream/memory as sudden pain- real, physical pain ripped through her dazed body. It took her a moment to seperate the dream from reality and that it wasn't her father who was hurting her.

The realization came hard and swift as she looked up through tear filled eyes from where she'd been thrown from the bed to the floor at the enraged man who stood above her. With a gasp, she curled into a ball, her arms wrapped protectively around her aching stomach as she willed herself not to throw up.

"Pl...please..." she moaned through the pain "St..stop!"

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

((What does that have to do with the last post? o.o)

 

[Charmed]

((I wasnt sure if he had actually done those things to her yet- or if its what he wanted to do as he looked down at her asleep on the bed.

If the kick connected .....And that was just what Vallios wanted. He stared down at Angel, eyes burning with what could easily be thoughts of murder. She'd crossed the line ,and was about to be taught a dire lesson of consequences

If he has already attacked her, then I'll change it to be like she's having a flash back from when her dad beat her....

sorry! ;-)

((* O.K., I edited it!*))

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Please? Stop?" Vallios asked in a soft and sadistic purr.

Vallios pressed one booted foot down on Angel, forcing it between her legs and catching her most sensitive parts between the rough bottom of his boots and the hard wood of the floor. Slowly and wickedly he began to apply pressure, knowing the pain would make Angel thrash and writhe beneath him. When he next spoke his voice was dripping with malice, it was quite obvious that Vallios was more than just a little pissed.

(GAH! BLOCK!)

 

[Charmed]

The sinister look on his face, the malicious gleam in his eyes as he stood above her with his foot crammed against her sex sent waves of terror and shock racing through her.

Images and scenes of when she was younger and at the mercy of her cruel, coldly abusive father played out like a horror movie in her mind. How ironic, she thought suddenly, how similar he was to her father- the man he claimed to despise.

Yet, despite her fear she turned slowly towards him and cried " Fuck You! You're just like him you know that?! You want to hurt me? You want to kill me? Then go ahead! Do it!" she screamed as tears fell from her violet eyes, eyes that held such misery and pain. Then as if the fight suddenly just died inside her , she said in a pleading whisper " Just.... get it over with then."