- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
James smiled, feeling Gabby desperately raking at his hands, fighting for some kind of purchase on him, a way out. He gave her nothing. He wanted the time he needed to make this work. He needed to do something to Gabby that might actually cause some degree of conflict in her. And he could hear Callie working her magic on William. He couldn't think of a man that would be able to properly resist her like this. All she was offering, all she was promising, it was something that would stick in your mind. He carried Gabby out of the garage.
The play house was his destination this time. With Chloe taking up space int he basement, he needed somewhere that he could work on Gabby a little without interuption or interference. The door was still open. As he walked in with her in his arms, he took quick stock of things. Gabby had been prepared, she'd been ready to get serious about an escape. She'd had a rather effective deterent to entrance, mercifully disarmed when she'd fled to William's side. James looked around, finding the small indent in the ceiling he'd need. It was something he'd set up after the construction, something that he'd used with Callie before as a way to help break in the building. He let go of Gabby's mouth, and locked his arm around her neck, pulling it tight, constricting her air supply enough to make it risky for her, but he wasn't going to keep her like that longer than he had to. It would likely take the wind out of her sails a little, leave her light headed, but that was all.
The indent popped loose, adn droped down a length of silver chain, not unlike the ones Chloe was turssed up with, just without as much length. WHile Chloe would be able to kneel in the basement, this would leave a peron on their feet but with their arms overhead. James relaeased Gabby's neck, waiting for her to gasp a deep breath before seizing her wrist and forcing it into a leather cuff, and cinching it tight. He repeated the gesture, and stepped back, leaving Gabby suspended from the ceiling.
"That should keep you under control for the moment." He observed, looking at his arms. Gabby had done a number on him. There were scratches all along his limbs, many of them starting to bleed. He went to the sink, rinsing his limbs off, adn cleaning them thoroughly. He wanted this to be done right. Drying himself, the wound were clean, and seemed to be mostly stopped when it came to blood. He smiled back at Gabby. "We're going to do something for you now Gabby. Your mother has gone through it a few times. We call it the endurance test." He told her as he stepped close to her, and gripped the pants she'd put on, forcing them down her body, collecting them around her feet. It gave him the perfect point to hold her feet in place. His smile was cold, content, the look of someone getting exactly what they wanted.
William felt the moment coming, knew that he'd been out thought. Granted, that wasn't hard if he was being honest, he'd come to a snap conclusion to use the car. Of course James had thought of that. His father was a devious and clever man, and had routinely shown William over the years that he was usually at least one step ahead of people in planning. And he'd had years to prepare this house.
"Gabby!" He started, moving forward when he felt hands on him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, picking out what was in front of him. he'd been ready to rush, ready to fight, to try everything he could to get his sister. But then there was Callie. Bringing up some very good points. It was a force of will to look away from her as she took ahold of his hand. He felt skin through the material of one of his shirts, still as she was when he last saw her. He wavered, torn, before taking a half step towards the door. He needed to get to Gabby, he needed to help her! He felt lips along his jaw, adn his hand sliding lower along her. His resolved didn't waver.
It shattered.
He stopped his advance, adn turned to look at Callie. He could resist her. Couldn't lose the chance, just like he'd feared. He was lost here, in Callie's embrace. He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the taste of her, relaxing in her embrace.
"I'll always want you. Always Callie." He breathed, the knowledge that it was his mother fading beneath the attraction and lust that was welling in him. He was damned now. Lost. There would be no coming back from this now.
The play house was his destination this time. With Chloe taking up space int he basement, he needed somewhere that he could work on Gabby a little without interuption or interference. The door was still open. As he walked in with her in his arms, he took quick stock of things. Gabby had been prepared, she'd been ready to get serious about an escape. She'd had a rather effective deterent to entrance, mercifully disarmed when she'd fled to William's side. James looked around, finding the small indent in the ceiling he'd need. It was something he'd set up after the construction, something that he'd used with Callie before as a way to help break in the building. He let go of Gabby's mouth, and locked his arm around her neck, pulling it tight, constricting her air supply enough to make it risky for her, but he wasn't going to keep her like that longer than he had to. It would likely take the wind out of her sails a little, leave her light headed, but that was all.
The indent popped loose, adn droped down a length of silver chain, not unlike the ones Chloe was turssed up with, just without as much length. WHile Chloe would be able to kneel in the basement, this would leave a peron on their feet but with their arms overhead. James relaeased Gabby's neck, waiting for her to gasp a deep breath before seizing her wrist and forcing it into a leather cuff, and cinching it tight. He repeated the gesture, and stepped back, leaving Gabby suspended from the ceiling.
"That should keep you under control for the moment." He observed, looking at his arms. Gabby had done a number on him. There were scratches all along his limbs, many of them starting to bleed. He went to the sink, rinsing his limbs off, adn cleaning them thoroughly. He wanted this to be done right. Drying himself, the wound were clean, and seemed to be mostly stopped when it came to blood. He smiled back at Gabby. "We're going to do something for you now Gabby. Your mother has gone through it a few times. We call it the endurance test." He told her as he stepped close to her, and gripped the pants she'd put on, forcing them down her body, collecting them around her feet. It gave him the perfect point to hold her feet in place. His smile was cold, content, the look of someone getting exactly what they wanted.
William felt the moment coming, knew that he'd been out thought. Granted, that wasn't hard if he was being honest, he'd come to a snap conclusion to use the car. Of course James had thought of that. His father was a devious and clever man, and had routinely shown William over the years that he was usually at least one step ahead of people in planning. And he'd had years to prepare this house.
"Gabby!" He started, moving forward when he felt hands on him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, picking out what was in front of him. he'd been ready to rush, ready to fight, to try everything he could to get his sister. But then there was Callie. Bringing up some very good points. It was a force of will to look away from her as she took ahold of his hand. He felt skin through the material of one of his shirts, still as she was when he last saw her. He wavered, torn, before taking a half step towards the door. He needed to get to Gabby, he needed to help her! He felt lips along his jaw, adn his hand sliding lower along her. His resolved didn't waver.
It shattered.
He stopped his advance, adn turned to look at Callie. He could resist her. Couldn't lose the chance, just like he'd feared. He was lost here, in Callie's embrace. He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the taste of her, relaxing in her embrace.
"I'll always want you. Always Callie." He breathed, the knowledge that it was his mother fading beneath the attraction and lust that was welling in him. He was damned now. Lost. There would be no coming back from this now.