Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

Christopher watched the young woman as she licked off the cum, his arousal starting to reboot. He had noticed that she was getting her hand closer to the gun, but decided not to worry. It would be fun to see the last shred of hope taken away from her at the last moment.

"Good girl..." he said with a smirk, seeming to not pay attention to what her hand was reaching for.
 
Snatching the gun up in her hand she aimed the weapon at his heart, ready to hit home at the slightest move she didn't instruct him to make. "Game over," she shouted, her naked body standing in defense, though it was killing her to even stand, the pain in her ass being greater than she originally thought it would. Her eyes showing her discomfort mixed with her swirling anger and authority he confidence and pride slowly coming back.
 
Christopher chuckled lowly, slowly raising his hands. "Heh... apparently, it is..." he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "What now, Detective? Turning me in? Killing me? What?" he asked curiously, relaxing his stance as he waited for an answer.
 
Roxanne fumed in front of him, her heart was racing having never really shot a man dead before, even in all her years of being a skilled detective. Looking to him she kept the gun true to its targets, his calmness only making her want to shot him right between the eyes. "Both if I get my way, not only will you be brought back to jail, but if its possible I'll get you a death sentence," she informed him, stepping over to her jacket to get the cell that was there.
 
"So... then we're still going on that trip?" Christopher asked curiously, cocking his head for an answer. He slowly stood up, zipping up his pants and looking at her. The young killer watched her closely, waiting for any type of mistake...
 
"Yeah, no that's not on the agenda," she assured him moving back to the jacket rack her eyes keeping on him until she felt her jacket pocket. Her hands slipping in the pocket to feel for her phone in the pockets her eyes looking towards the pocket to see if she was in the right jacket.
 
A chuckle left Christopher's throat as she briefly looked away, and smirked as he cracked his neck. "Gotcha..." he murmured, dashing quickly to her gun hand, ducking quickly in case she fired. He swung up his right hand, hitting her arm into order to shock her, then used his other hand to grip the barrel of the gun and pull it away. Then, while she was still dazed, Christopher easily threw her over his shoulder, making her land on the floor with a heavy thud. When it was all over with, the young man cocked the gun and aimed it at Roxanne's head, not afraid to fire. "Y'know, for some odd reason... I think it still is!" he said with a malicious grin.
 
Christopher's attack happened so fast that Roxanne barely got a moment to defend herself, her mistake being giving the man her blind spot. To her horror she felt the gun fly from her hand, his stronger body hoisting her up and over where she fell to the floor with a hard thud. A groin coming out of her mouth, her ass even more sore than before. Her eyes looked up at the barrel, her hands going to the air in defeat snarling at his words. Roxanne didn't know what to say mad at herself for being so stupid all she spoke was, "I hate you."
 
"I know," Christopher replied, giggling maniacally. He never took his eyes off of her, mainly due to the fact that she was almost naked, but also because she could try something again.

"Get up, whore." he said bluntly, motioning with the gun for her to stand up. As she did so, he nudged the gun against her back, forcing her to walk into her room. "So, tell me truthfully... did you really want my cum that bad? Or was it just a act? Because you looked pretty damn convincing."
 
"Which makes you want me more?" she mocked for now her walk slower than she would have liked it to be, her eyes gazing for something to help her escape him; or at least leave a sign for her men when they came looking for her. Not having anything to really get or move she looked back at him, and around her room. "Can I get dressed at least?"
 
"The truth!" Christopher exclaimed, giggling happily as she looked at him. "Of course. Your body is something that is mine; I'd rather not have others lusting after you," he said calmly, leaning against the door, his eyes and gun concentrated on Roxanne.
 
"I belong to no one, this is only a minor set back," she tried to remain calm about the situation at hand, her hands moving to grab things to cover herself. Finding a new bra and clothes to put on while he watched her carefully, her hands also leaving small signs that would tell her team that she was forced from her room. Her eyes looking up to him, her eyes falling on the gun moving down his body questioning him. "Where do you plan to take me?" Her eyes staring hard at him, keeping her distance from the male that had both threatened her life and taken her body.
 
The young man shook his head to her reply, cracking his neck. "No, that's where you're wrong, Roxy... your dirty, sluttish body and persona are all mine. Nothing can change that." he said, his smile vanishing as he looked at her seriously.

"Don't know yet; perhaps out of State. Haven't made up my mind," he answered, pushing up his glasses as Roxanne dressed herself.
 
Roxanne tightened her jaw looking to the man that had caused pure hell to come into her life, she could tell that he was serious about owning her. The fact only caused her to feel cold, not wanting anything more to do with the man that had killed so many people and tortured her. Moving to her closet she grabbed a bag of clothes usually used for stake outs, having enough clothes for a full week, looking into the duffel she noticed her pocket knife making sure he couldn't see she faked her movements of gathering and hid the knife in her panties for when she would need it. "Well than, how are we going anywhere," she asked coming over to him leaving space between each other.
 
((Oh... that would make sense. I thought she had his knife, lol!))

"Heh... by car of course. Go." Christopher said, using his free hand to grip her shoulder and push her in front of him. He led her to the front door, grabbing her keys as he did so.
 
(All understood, no problem :p )

Roxanne gave him a side glance her eyes almost warning him about pushing her even if she was clearly in danger she knew she had to keep him entertained. Her life in stake if he started to tire of her, smirking to herself she began plotting when she would pull the blade and make him listen to her. Coming to the conclusion that it would depend on who drove, she walked outside moving to her black SUV with him.
 
Once they got outside, however, Christopher swiftly holstered the gun to the right side of his pants, and clicked on his knife, making it slide from its sheath. He placed in his right hand, holding it nimbly as he got to the passenger's side of the car. "Drive," he said, tossing the keys to Roxanne, "Until we get to the state border."

The young man entered the car as she did, buckling himself up before he looked over at Roxy. "Go ahead."
 
To Roxanne's dismay she caught the air born keys, her eyes surfing over the predicament she was in; if she ran she had half a chance of getting away from him, but if she was caught she would endure his anger and possible death. If she stayed, well her options didn't seem brighter, he would take her to unknown points, force her into his bed whenever he wanted before ultimately killing her in the end. Neither choice was the picture perfect fairytale, but only one made sense at the moment.

Slipping into the car she started the engine, turning on music to prevent him from talking to her completely. Rubber met pavement as she pulled away, the city lights rushing past her as she drove farther and farther away from everything she ever known.
 
A few hours later, Roxanne was forced to stop by a gas station for her car. Driving in, Christopher quickly looked out the window and took note of the people inside the Mini-Mart.

"All right, go and pay for the gas, darlin'. I'll put it in!" he said with a normal smile, slipping some money into her hand as he got out and began.
 
She only sneered at him, taking the offered cash heading inside quickly to pay for her gas, once inside she hid from his sight. Giving the cashier the money she smiled at the man. "May I use your phone?" checking out the window once more she took the receiver, giving him the number to dial. Gripping to the phone tightly Roxanne spoke in code to her boss, telling him all she could, thanking the cashier she gave a nod, moving calmly back to the car.
 
Daniel was currently in the middle of waiting for the gas to finish filling up, and crossed his arms. However, he didn't bother looking in her direction.

"So... who'd you call?" he asked casually; he obviously knew she would do so, but why would he go through the trouble of attracting attention?

As the car filled up, he hopped in the passenger seat. "Let's go. Or would you rather wait until your buddies showed up to be slaughtered?" he asked, his tone making it difficult to discern whether he was serious or not.
 
"No, we can go," she assured him. Her eyes scanning out into the night hoping that someone would remember her face when her men got here. Settling in the car she headed towards the highway, her head kept low, her eyes glued to the road. She hadn't a clue where she was going or where he was taking her. One thing she did know was that she was going to be living a hellish life until she could escape the man that kept her hostage. "Tell me one thing...once we get to where ever we're going what do you plan to do?"
 
"Good choice," Daniel replied, locking his seat-belt as they drove off. He looked out the window lazily, partially hearing Roxanne's question, though he didn't reply until a few minutes later.

"I don't know. I'm not bored of you yet, Roxanne. If I was, you would be dead; maybe we'll start relaxing, and I can share my life story with you," he answered, making it seem like he was kidding. But who knows? He just might...
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom