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The Price of Fame

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Cryptogoth[FM]

Banned
Banished
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Oct 31, 2009
Ian didn't necessarily hate the rich. He only hated the ones who did not deserve their wealth. Especially Hollywood socialites like Katherine Harnash. Ian hated her to no end, for her fame. She did nothing to deserve her millions of fans, millions of dollars, and hours of cumulative media recognition. For years, he had wanted to punish her, release the anger and hatred towards her. Now was his chance.

He stood in the dark parking lot of the trendy nightclub, which Katherine was attending that night. He leaned his tall, thin self against a lamp post, watching and waiting for her, trying to not look suspicious. It was hard for him not to, considering the long black trench coat he was wearing. But he had been standing there for hours undisturbed. He had followed Katherine to the club, after finding out where she lived. Once she came out of the club, he would follow her to her car, and knock her out.

If everything worked as planned, Katherine's life of fame and fortune would be over forever.
 
Katherine Harnash, a bit too popular and well known for what she did, and that was a rather risqué modeling career. Men idealized her, women were jealous of her, and the people that were friends with her father, well, they loved her because her father was incredibly wealthy. Though Katherine never saw anything bad with what she did, sheâ??d always been threatened by an obsessed fan or a feminist program; god forbid she actually showed off her body, somehow many people thought that was anti-feminist. Strange.

Well either way, nobody ever pulled through with their threats, and after a few years, Katherine just stopped caring. Maybe that was why she was out alone at a nightclub, or why she had one too many beers. Maybe it was the alcohol that got her to go out the back way, or maybe just a few raving fans trying to score a dance with her. Whatever it was, she found herself stumbling in the dark into the empty, open road towards her car which was only a few blocks down from here.

Her hand reached into her pocket and she pulled out a single key. Whenever she went out to a nightclub, she hated having to bring a purse, it just made dancing a bother. All she had in her pockets were her car key, cell phone, and a large wad of money for â??just in caseâ? purposes, as her dad always put it. She was currently dressed in a tight revealing red tank top and a skimpy black skirt with two small pockets on the side- the perfect party skirt. Her thin thumb ran over the unlock button of her key and a black Mercedes blinked its lights, signaling to her that it was her car. It was only a few cars away, and she smiled drunkenly, excited for the drunken slumber she would get when she got home.
 
Ian moved out of the light, when he saw Katherine come out of the club. From the darkness, he watched her pass by, and he began to follow her. She was dressed in a skimpy, probably quite expensive outfit, and she appeared to be stumbling due to drinking too much. He didn't think that she would notice him, as he followed. He walked softly, ensuring that his army boots did not make too much sound as they hit against the pavement.

The lights on one of the cars flashed. It was obviously Katherine's, since nobody else was in the parking lot. He took a rag and a bottle of chloroform from his pockets, and soaked the rag. When she finally reached her car, Ian ran for her. He held the rag tightly over her nose and mouth, muffling any sound she might make at the same time he was making her breath in the chloroform. To restrain her, he placed his thin arm tightly around her waist, holding her curvacious body close as he waited for her to loos consciousness.
 
  • Her hand was just reaching towards the car door handle when Katherine felt a presence behind her. She hadnâ??t noticed the tall, dark man following close behind her; he fit in perfectly with the shadows. Her eyes glanced into the doorâ??s window and she saw eyes staring at her, light glinting off of a nearby dim street lamp. At first she thought it was from somebody possibly sitting inside of her car, but it took less than half a second to realize the man was standing behind her. She let out a cry which quickly became muffled as the moist cloth hit her face, covering both her nose and mouth. A bit of the crude film went in through her nostrils, but then she held her breath, fully aware of what this man was trying to do.

    Her body flailed against his, her key dropping from her thin fingers and hitting the ground. Her hands went up to her car, trying to grasp the top of it to maybe pull herself away from the man, but the hood of her car was too slippery and flat to hold on to. Tears filled her eyes instantly as she tried to hold her breath and make as much noise as possible. What a sobering experience.

    Though to Katherine it felt like hours, it was only about five seconds before she gasped for air through her mouth to let out a scream. Dizziness hit her quickly, before she could even let out an audible noise, and then she fell limp in the manâ??s grasp, her body twitching slightly as she tried to fight off the drug which would eventually win.
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Ian held her tightly as she tried to escape his grasp, and when her muscles relaxed and she slumped against him, he knew that she had lost consciousness. He opened the trunk, and put her inside. He then picked up the key that she had dropped on the ground, and got in the driver's seat. He was quick to get out of that parking lot - he wasn't sure whether or not anybody might have seen what he did. It was always good to be cautious.

The place he was taking her would be a few hour's drive away. He knew that she would probably wake up before he got there. So on the way, he stopped by an army surplus store to get some rope, and a knife, just in case he had to restrain her. Eventually, he arrived at the warehouse. It had been abandoned for a time longer than Ian could remember, and the exterior was covered in graffiti and chipped paint. This was not only where he would torture and break Katherine - it was where he lived. Sometimes, anyways. For him, it was the perfect place to have solitude when he was writing, or working on a project of some sort - or just generally, when he wanted to be alone.

He parked out in front of the warehouse, and went around to the trunk, with the rope slung over his shoulder, and the knife in one hand, with a flashlight in the other. He opened the trunk, and looked down at Katherine, his prisoner.
 
It was only about an hour and a half later when Katherine was pulled groggily from her drug induced slumber, though a large pothole had a lot to do with it. She felt like she was being awoken from a dream where she was constantly falling, though while she was asleep behind her eyelids was only darkness. After the bump, her head hit the roof of the trunk roughly, calling her to wake up. The first thought that went through Katherineâ??s mind was about her drunken state. Did I really just pass out?. Though it took seconds to realize that wherever she was, she was being moved.

Her eyes should have been used to the darkness, but in such a small space there was nothing to see except the black surrounding her. â??Hello?â? She cried out, her hands reaching out to the sides of her, trying to figure out what was going on. It was then that she remembered the strange shadow that had loomed behind her as she was headed for her car. It must have beenâ?¦himâ?¦ She thought, terrified to herself.

She went to go sit up, but the car hit another bump and her head hit the roof once again. Katherine cried out and slammed her fists up against the roof. â??Somebody let me out!â? She screamed hysterically. There was no way Ian didnâ??t hear her, though he was probably just smiling to himself. In complete hysteria she continued to pound on the areas around her, screaming for help. After about ten minutes she managed to calm down though. She had become out of breath, sweaty, and quite a mess with her hair tangled up and flat against her back.

When the car finally came to a stop, Katherine continued to just lie on the floor like a useless lump. She didnâ??t hear the engine turn off, so she just assumed heâ??d stopped at another light. Of course, when the trunk flew open she instantly sat up before holding her arm up, shielding her eyes from the bright light coming from the flashlight. â??What the fuck?!â? She screamed out, her body tense. When Ian started to move towards her, her body jolted and she went to make an escape, her legs kicking out from underneath her as she tried to stumble to get out of the cramped trunk, though attempting escape would be futile considering the only way out of the trunk was being blocked by Ian.
 
Ian saw her stumble to get out of the trunk, to escape. He immediately struck her in the chest, with the heavy metal flashlight, and pushed her down. He held the flashlight against her neck, and held the knife in her line of sight, with what little light there was that night reflecting off of the metal blade. â??Don't struggle with me, Katherine,â? He said, holding the flashlight so that it would just slightly obstruct her breathing. If she continued to struggle with him, he would press harder, further crushing her windpipe until she would again drift into unconsciousness. He hoped that maybe the the threat of being stabbed with a hunting knife, or being choked to death, would scare her into behaving.
 
Though it had seemed like ages, Katherine finally saw a small space to escape right next to Ian, though go figure heâ??d catch her before even one of her feet touched the ground. Crying out, Katherine stumbled back into the trunk, Ianâ??s frame looming over her. It was then that she noticed the knife, and she gasped out just as Ian held the flashlight into her neck. She gasped again, but this time for air. The short struggle had left her breathless and after seeing the knife she managed to stay still. Well, as still as possible; Ian could feel her body shaking slightly as her elbows held her body up. â??W-what do you want from me?â? She cried out, a tear or two streaking her perfect face. â??Donâ??t h-hurt me,â? She stuttered out.
 
â??Oh, I'm going to hurt you,â? He said, with an evil smirk on his pale, thin face. â??How much is up to you,â? He added. With all the fight out of her, for now anyways, Ian took the flashlight from her neck. He stuck it in his pocket, and grabbed the rope. â??Hold your hands out,â? He said, and held his own out, together, â??Like this.â? He still had the knife clenched in his fist, and even though he had no intention of killing her, for now anyways, it was still an imposing threat. Ian could see the tears streaking from her eyes - she was seriously scared, probably for the first time in her precious life.
 
â??Iâ??m going to hurt youâ?â?¦ Katherineâ??s body fell still as she stared at the man, her eyes widening in hysterical fear. Though at first she couldnâ??t keep her eyes off of the knife, now she couldnâ??t even move her glance away from Ianâ??s eyes. She knew that sheâ??d never be able to get those eyes out of her mind; they were filled with rage beyond anything sheâ??d ever seen. So when he moved the flashlight from her neck and told her to hold her hands out, she followed his orders. First scooting back a bit, Katherine sat up and held her arms together and out. Though the alcohol sheâ??d had earlier that night still held a hefty scent in her breath, clothes and hair, Katherine had become completely sober. Her eyes lowered from Ianâ??s glance as he went to go about his business with her hands, and she looked down at the floor of the trunk, trying to bite back the tears that were falling. â??But why me?â? She whispered, audible enough for Ian to just hear.
 
He tied the rope around her wrists, making sure it was tight, with the rope pressing into her dark skin. He could smell the alcohol on her, and it disgusted and amused him at the same time. Katherine was supposed to be a beautiful model, and there she was, in the trunk of a car, reeking of alcohol. As he finished making sure her restraints were properly done, he heard her say something. It was very quiet that night - he could hear her despite however quiet her voice was. He looked at her, and stared as he thought about what to do.

He could answer her question, ignore her, or punish her for talking. Ian's goal in all this was to instill in her some humility, to the point of perhaps dehumanizing her. All his options fit to his goal, but only one would really satisfy him. He grabbed her by the neck, and looked her straight in the eye with his cold, icy blue eyes. â??Why you? ,â? He said, â??Because you've done nothing to deserve what you have, Katherine. You're treated like a princess and adored by so many, when you're nothing but a worthless cunt who deserves nothing. Nothing. And I'm going to give you just what you deserve.â?

He took out the flashlight, and shined it on her face. â??Get out of the trunk,â? He said.
 
As she kept her eyes on the ground, Katherine felt the itchy rope being tied against her wrists. At first she had thought to maybe give her wrists some room, maybe heâ??d be lenient on the tying and miss the bit of space between her arms, and when sheâ??d get the chance sheâ??d slip out of the rope, but before she even got the chance she felt the rope roughly scratch at her wrists as he tugged on it, making sure it was as tight as possible without cutting off circulation completely; nobody wants a model with amputated hands.

Once he finished tying the rope, Katherine could feel Ianâ??s stare on her. It made her feel dirty, which was a completely new feeling to her. Usually when she got stares it made her feel loved, adored, beautiful, and above all, perfect. This, on the other hand, made her want to expel everything in her stomach onto that shirt of his, and she was almost ninety-five percent positive it wasnâ??t the alcohol from earlier. Yet, she swallowed the vile back just in time for him to grab her neck. A small cry came out of the womanâ??s throat, almost a squeak as she looked into those dead eyes of his. Her hands, though tied together, reached up to the arm that was holding her neck and grabbed for it, her small, soft hands holding onto his rough skin.

Once he was done speaking, Katherine had no idea what to think. A million thoughts raced through her head as she stared into his eyes, her peripheral vision keeping a look out as he grabbed for the flashlight again. She was considered very lucky having been born into such a wealth of a life, and considering she was raised to live this way, she had no other option except to take such a life for granted, whether she deserved it or not.

Her eyes squinted closed as the light shone on her face. The light sweat glistened off of her skin as she moved slowly to get out of the trunk. Everything seemed to be going by so slowly, from when her ankles touched the side of the car as she slid her body out of the trunk, to when her feet touched the ground. Finally standing in front of Ian, she realized the difference in height and instantly felt vulnerable, as if she hadnâ??t already. Katherine lowered her head, almost as if bowing to her new acquaintance, though it was simply in regard to hoping heâ??d go easy on her.
 
Ian smiled when she got out of the trunk. The way she lowered her head, to him looked so defeated. He lowered the flashlight, so that the light was focused on her chest, and then her hips, before focusing on her face again. Ian didn't find princesses like her attractive - he was just trying to objectify her. It wasn't her body, but rather what he was doing to her, that was his turn-on. He smiled again, moving the light down from her face, and said, â??Turn around.â? It was then, that he realized that she would probably be fearing rape. The thought of her begging to not have his dick shoved inside of her excited him very much. He certainly was going to do that to her, but not then.
 
Katherine could feel the light of the flashlight as it gazed over her body. It was strange, though there was barely any heat coming from the flashlight, when Ian held the light steady against her chest, then at her waist, she felt as if it were a heat lamp, shining through her skimpy clothes and attempting to burn her skin. Yet, even with this burning sensation Katherine felt a chill go up her spine. When the light came back to her face, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to fight another onset of tears, this time succeeding in holding them back as Ian told her to turn around. She quickly obliged, her heels clacking against the cement quietly. With her back turned to Ian, her nerves were wracking against every inch of her skin. She wouldnâ??t be able to see him come at her or see what he was doing. White teeth bit down on her bottom lip, trying to withhold fear from escaping. Obviously Ian knew she was terrified, but she didnâ??t want to show him just how terrified she was.
 
Ian took a few steps closer to Katherine, stopping just a few inches from her. He waited a few more seconds, before grabbing her shoulder. He would psychologically torture her later. He turned her body in the direction of the warehouse, and pushed her. â??Move,â? He said, and began leading her to the warehouse.

It wasn't a large building, certainly. The exterior was marked by graffiti and chipped paint, which really betrayed the interior, which Ian felt he did a fairly good job on. He got her inside, and turned on a light. They were in the main storage room, which was long and narrow, and almost empty, except for two shipping containers on the opposite end of the room. There were large metal file cabinets alongside them, but nothing else. The first container was for his own miniature office - he had it open during the day, and closed during the night, so that nobody would steal the contents inside. The second, the one next to it, was a new addition - it was where Katherine would be sleeping.

There were two doors on one side of the room. One led to the bathroom, and the other led to a smaller open area, which Ian had set up as a kind of dining area, which branched off into several different rooms. Ian looked on with a sense of pride - he had done it all himself, mostly by himself anyways. With his hand still firmly on Katherine's shoulder, he said, â??Welcome to your new home.â? He pointed to the orange shipping container, positioned snugly in the corner of the room, â??Actually, that's your new home, the rest of this is mine.â?

He let go of her shoulder, but not before pushing her down onto the concrete floor. He pointed the knife down at her, and ordered, â??Take your clothes off.â?
 
Ianâ??s footsteps seemed to echo in the silence as he stepped towards her, and Katherineâ??s body tensed as she awaited his touch, though it didnâ??t come for a few seconds. When his warm hand did finally come down on her bare shoulder she let out a quiet gasp before holding her breath as he moved her body with ease just from her shoulder. With his little push she stumbled forward then continued walking onward towards the warehouse.

Though a person would probably have kept their head down for this short walk, Katherine held her head up, scanning her eyes around the area to see if anything was familiar or would come in use. She wasnâ??t even sure what area or town they were in, and just the idea of being lost was twisting her stomach around, tying it in knots. When her eyes settled on the decaying warehouse, the nausea sheâ??d felt earlier began setting back in. It looked like the perfect set for a horror movie or a rape scene. Then it hit her, maybe this was all just a big joke! Somebody wanted her to star in some horror movie or even some sort of porno, and wanted to introduce her into the set as her character would be. Though this brief thought escaped quickly as they entered the dimly lit front room. More terror began setting in as her eyes seemed to freeze on the orange shipping container. She wasnâ??t quite sure why she was drawn to it until Ian welcomed her to her new home. Though any other victim in Katherineâ??s shoes would be grateful for getting a somewhat spacious area to sleep in as opposed to a snug cage or something along the lines of being tied to a bedpost every evening, Katherine stared with horror. It was like she was a puppy and the ugly orange thing in front of her was her crate.

Katherine took a small step back just in time for Ian to let her shoulder go, and she thought for a moment that this was just a sick, terrifying joke. Yet, when her body was pushed down to the floor and the knife aimed at her she let out a soft cry, unable to catch her fall due to her bonded arms, before shaking her head gently. â??N-no.â? She stumbled, trying to make her voice audible. There was a hint of stubbornness behind the fear in her wavery voice.
 
His eye twitched - he was angered by her refusal to remove her clothing. â??You're not in fucking Beverly Hills anymore, you bitch,â? Something about her saying that just struck a nerve. He got down on the ground, and straddled her waist, grabbing her by the neck. â??When I tell you to do something, you do it,â? He said, â??I'm not going to do anything this time - but next time you refuse to do as I say, you'll regret it.â? He looked down, and realized that her hands were still tied - he grabbed them, and with the knife he cut the rope. He stood up, and said, â??Now, take your clothes off.â?
 
It was that eye twitch that alarmed Katherine, and she almost knew what was going to happen before it happened. Her feet kicked a little bit, pushing her back on the floor and away from him, though she moved maybe a foot before he straddled her, his rough hand around her fragile neck. Her eyes stayed level with him, trying to show him what strength she had behind the petite frame of hers, even if she couldnâ??t hold it for very long.

When Ian told her he was going to let her off this time, Katherine glared at him, wanting to ask him if he was fucking around. His knife terrified the hell out of her, but she had finally come to her senses once he told her to take her clothes off, and she wasnâ??t going to do anything without a battle. So, when he cut her hands loose and stood up, backing off, she complied. At least, for a moment.

Her freed hands led down to her shoes, undoing the tight heels first. She spent only a few seconds unclasping them from her small feet and putting them to the side before standing up, her hands going to the waist of her skirt. To him, it looked like she was just about to pull it down, but when her hand headed towards her pocket he had to have realized what was going on. Sheâ??d forgotten earlier that her cell phone was still in her pocket, and sheâ??d been lucky enough to remember it before she lost her skirt. The second she grabbed it she began running. When the phone came out of her pocket, the large wad of money followed, yet it fell to the floor. Her quick fingers attempted to dial 911 as she tried to run as quickly as possible towards the entrance to the warehouse.
 
Ian almost knew what was going to happen, when he saw her reach into her pocket. It was either a phone or pepper spray, he thought. Either way, she was going to run, and she did. He ran after her, and caught her just before she would have been able to leave the warehouse. He pushed her against the concrete wall, with his hand at it's usual place around her neck.

He smacked her. It was probably the first time she had ever been disciplined, he thought. He was incredibly angry at that point, with adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was so angry, he couldn't think straight enough to decide how to properly discipline her. â??Cute try,â? He said, clinching his teeth. He took his hand off her neck, and punched her in the stomach. He wasn't the strongest person in the world, but he could hurt her fairly easily. â??You're not escaping, you cow,â? He said. He grabbed her by the shirt, and pushed her down on the ground. â??One last chance, slut,â? He said, â??Take your clothes off, or I beat you unconscious and take them off for you.â?
 
The second Ian grabbed her, the phone slid out of her hand and crashed into the floor. Sheâ??d managed to dial 9-1-1 but Ian was lucky enough to get at her before she pressed the green call button. Crying out, she stumbled forward, almost to the floor, but Ian was ahead of her, slamming her into the cement wall. Katherineâ??s head hit it with a loud thud and she cried out again, her hands once again going to his arm as he placed his grip around her neck.

When Ian smacked her, Katherine screamed loudly, digging her nails into the arm sheâ??d been holding onto, hoping to at least pull some blood out. â??Fuck y-â?? She started before feeling the hard blow to her stomach. Another cry, and she doubled over in pain, gasping for the breath that Ian had knocked out of her. Before she could even blink, Katherine was back on the floor, one hand holding her stomach while the other held her up. Letting out a cough, she listened to his threats. Though this time, she wasnâ??t about to edge him on again. Giving out a little whimper, she began pulling her skirt down, the black fabric caressing her smooth legs before being pushed into a huddle on the floor. Next was her red tank-top, which slid off with ease and joined the skirt on the floor. Her naturally tanned skin complemented the black bra and panties she was currently wearing, the lace on each complementing her smooth curves.

â??There,â? She practically hissed at him, leaning on the floor. Katherine didnâ??t want to expose herself to him any more than she already had. Hopefully heâ??d at least let her keep her undergarments on.
 
â??When I said to take your clothes off,â? He said, â??I meant the underwear, too. I'm not giving you the privilege of wearing that high-priced Victoria Secret crap.â? He smiled evilly, and went on, â??I have clothing for you, that you can wear.â? If you could call what he had clothing, anyways. The only thing he had that would actually cover her body was a short, wraparound skirt, and even that was rather transparent. The rest was just a lot of gold jewelry, that would be heavy for her when put onto her petite body - to Ian, it was part of her objectification, adorning her with the same kind of jewelry that once made her look beautiful. It was all in the shipping container.
 
Katherine obviously had a backbone, a bit too strong of one at that. She didnâ??t know where to stop, or when. â??If you want me to take it off, then give me the other clothes. I wonâ??t let you see me naked,â? She growled, warning him that she was, in fact, not going to willingly get completely naked for him. Though most of her model pictures were incredibly risqué, and she had absolutely no problem showing off her naked body (she was a bit too proud of it), Ian was somebody who didnâ??t have that privilege. Katherine stood up, trying to bite back the pain that rung through her stomach from the harsh punch Ian had given her. Her arms crossed over her stomach and she glared at him a bit more.
 
Ian stood, glaring at her. He was silent, contemplating in that brief amount of time what he was going to do. She was such a prude, he thought, and such a stuck-up bitch. He would give her one more chance, he thought, before he would shackle her up and whip her. â??I don't negotiate, bitch,â? He said, â??I won't give the clothes to you - you'll take your underwear off, as I asked you to do. I'm the one in control here.â? He took out the knife, hoping to indicate to her that she wasn't in her fancy home anymore.
 
Oh, it was just so hard for Katherine to stand there, looking at Ian straight in the eyes as he spoke to her. Every time he spoke, Katherine felt like she got just a little bit less important. Yes, she was a bit over her head with narcissism, yet anybody in her situation would be. She shook her head no, then he pulled the knife out and she took a step back, her body hitting the wall once again. â??Stop pointing that fucking thing at me!â? She screamed at him, her arms falling to her sides and her hands balling into fists. She wasnâ??t about to break for him.
 
She had her chance. Ian was tired of playing with her. He lunged his hand out, and grabbed her long, silky black hair, wrapping it around his fingers and tugging her hard. He pulled her forward, and than pushed her face-down onto the concrete floor. He got down on his knees, resting one on her back in order to restrain her, and he thought about how he could punish her. He could either rape her, or make her crawl to the area where he had set up the necessary torture equipment.

Katherine needed to be broken, he thought. And the first option was the perfect way to do that. He got on top of her, and placed his arm around her neck, with his wrist pressing against her windpipe. He pressed the crotch of his pants against her soft ass, and said, â??Nothing belongs to you anymore - not even your own body.â? He pulled her underwear down, undid the fly on his pants, and in a quick motion, he penetrated her, placing his hand over her mouth at the same time. Even though it was dark with nobody around, he was still quite worried about someone hearing her screaming.
 
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