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Bad Bet ((Gray & Openots))

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Martin was waiting outside. For these sort of operations, he always preferred to hang back and let others take care of the actual execution of such things. Such as now, he sat by the door of a small black car, flicking a lighter on and off. Normally, he would have been more careful about revealing himself so obviously, but it was such an out of the way house, and giving the girls parents had been unexpectedly called down to deal with "legal matters" He didn't see the harm. He was an odd man, dressed in a sleek fitted pinstriped suit with his rose blond hair pushed back, and his blue eyes blazing. The appearance made him look much older then his actual age of 23, and as far as anyone else was concerned, he was closer to 30 then 20.

Inside the house, two men, having creepily crept quietly into the house, stalked through the halls till they found the door leading to the girls room. Nodding to each other, they approached the portal, holding their breathe as the small of the two peaked his head into the room.
 
Tanya had been sitting in her room. The eighteen year old girl sat in her chair, which had her back to the doorway. Her dirty blond hair was tied into a ponytail and a pair of reading glasses sat in front of emerald colored eyes. It had been rather odd how her parents had left in a hurry, also how sad they had seemed when they left. She quickly had put those thoughts out of her mind before popping a set of earphones in and turning her computer on.

With the loud music blasting in her ears, there was no way she could have heard the men even if they had been noisy with their entry. She hadn't even changed out of the baby blue shorty pajamas she had worn to bed last night.
 
Seeing the girl dsitracted, the men could hardly believe their luck. Not ones to press good fortune however, they took the opurtunity whilst they had it. Slipping into the room, the larger of the two men crept close to her in a rush, and before she could notice the figure looming behind her, he grinned once, and wrapped one strong arm about her front, pinning her arms to her sides, and the other over her mouth. Taking his cue, the other smaller man sahsed in, following suit and using her brief moment of confusion to slap a piece of duct tape he'd taken out over her mouth.

The larger man leaned in close to her ear. "You won't be hurt if just relax." He promised, sometimes it worked, other times not, no harm in saying it. Meanwhie, the man with the tape went to work fastening her legs together, following suite with her wrists, behind her back. Thus bound, the men nodded the success of their mission and the larger man threw Tanya over his shoulder, walking quickly and calmly out the door and into the night, where a smiling Martin awaited.
 
She had not heard the men come in at all, and had been completely by surprise when one of the men pinned her arms while the duct-tape had been slapped over her mouth. She tried to let out a scream through the tape, though all it amounted to was a muffled noise as she tried to pull her legs and hands apart through the tape. With no success to trying to break her bound limbs apart she hung with a depressed look on her face as she was carried out of her home.

What had she done to deserve this? Thoughts were shooting through her mind as she caught a brief glimpse of a man in a suit as they carried her. Who was that, and was he with the kidnappers?
 
Giving an approving nod to the men, Martin smiled at their captive, leaning closer to speak to the girl. "I'm terribly sorry, but it appears your going to be coming with us for a while." With nothing more then that to go on, he motioned the men in black to place her inside, which they did, laying her into the back of the trunk, which consequently, was lined with soft padding, apparently for her comfort... or perhaps Mr. Martin simply did not wish his prize to become damaged on their journey. Shutting her in the dark, all three of the men piled into the car, Martin at the wheel, and took off, driving down the lane at a leisurely pace.

Eventually, the rolled up the driveway of the estates, a great old house left to Martin by a man who had had a "change of heart" and bequeefed the manor to the young man after a brief conversation. In any case, they exited the car, as now Martin himself opened the trunk, offering a smile to his captive. "Well don't just lay there, come in." He teased, his assistants taking her from the trunk and ushering her inside, Martin at their tail.
 
She listened to him, what looked to be sheer terror in her eyes. What had she done to deserve this? When he finished, she began struggling, only to be tossed into the trunk and locked inside. By now, tears were rolling down her face as she tried to call for help through the tape gag. After about thirty minutes, she gave up, just sobbing in the dark at her misfortune. During the trip she tried kicking at the door of the trunk, though she gave up after a few minutes.

When they arrived at the estate, she knew something was up when the whole car jerked though she was still not prepared for the blast of sunlight when the trunk was opened. When he spoke to her, she responded with something that sounded like "uck ou" as she was brought inside.
 
Hearing her muffled complaint, Martin's grin widened just a bit. "Tch Tch, now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." He taunted, wondering if she got the implication, in any case, he motioned for her to be brought in after him, stopping at the door and holding it for them. "Ladies first of course." With another wolfish smile, he took a pensive look around the outside before ducking in himself, seeing that the sun had just recently come up over the hills.

Tanya was quickly brought up to a small room on the second story, furnished with a large bed, two chairs, a desk, one one large landscape window, letting in the morning sun and seeming to be made of tempered glass. The men deposited her upon the bed, nodding to martin before taking their leave, their job down, for now. Crossing his arms, Martin shut the door after them, looking to his captive, an amused look on his face, moving over, he gently tore the tape off her mouth, throwing it into a waste basket by the desk. "Well, then, your probably wondering why your here, aren't you?"
 
Her eyes widened a bit at his response, she fully understood the implication. So this was it, they were going to rape her and kill her, she had seen the TV shows where they found the girls' dead body in the woods weeks after they had been killed.

With a soft 'ooph' she landed on the bed and winced a little as the tape was torn off. It was just her and the boss of the two men, or at least that is what she thought. She took a deep breath through her mouth, glad to have the tape removed, though she still couldn't move her arms and legs. "W-why?" She asked, deciding not to push her luck by begging him to let her go.
 
Smiling lightly at her, Martin paused for a moment before responding, having briefly entertained the idea of coming up with some wild story for the reason of her kidnapping. Alas, for now he thought it better to simply let her know the situation, he already had an idea of what to do with this one. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he tilted his head in her direction.

"To put it simply, your the collateral on a bet your father made." Pausing for effect, he smiled and turned to look out the window at the growing light. "He was in pretty deep with his gambling, so we cut him a deal to wipe out his debt, in exchange... we get you." Shrugging, as if it were only natural, he turned a wicked grin to her, "In other words, no ones going to be looking for you.. So don't count on leaving anytime soon."
 
She sat in silence, giving the duct-tape around her wrists and ankles and occasional tug. Her eyes got a little wide at his statement about her current predicament. This meant that what he had done was completely legal. As far as the law was concerned she was nothing more than an item. Tears were beginning to form at the edges of her eyes as she shook her head. "S-so what are you going to do with me?" She asked. As far as her family, they were dead to her, to gamble her away like a chip.

(Sorry about the shortness ><)
 
Grinning, he didn't answer her question right away, instead, let his hand move to her thigh, lightly moving up and down it before chuckling lightly to himself. "Well... We'll see." Was all he said for now. Standing up he moved to the small cupboard in the corner, opening it and reaching inside, pulling out a small bottle of water. Gently, he unfastened her hand bindings, being weary should she try anything. "Here, you must be thirsty." He offered, handing her the bottle. Regardless if she suspected anything, he simply didn't care, there were many ways to get what he wanted.

For now however, he handed her the bottle and sat down on the bed once again. A half amused smile was lingering on his face as he watched her, thinking he really had struck gold with this one, she was quite beautiful, now if only he could break her...

(No worries)
 
Her face flushed a little as his hand made its way up and down her thigh, rubbing the skin through the silky fabric. It had surprised her when he unbound her hands; the first thing she did was start rubbing her wrists where the duct-tape had left a red ring on the pale skin. As she took the bottle, she looked at it curiously. It probably had something in it, the man sitting next to her thinking himself clever or something like that. Then again as far as the world was concerned she was an item, something to be bought, sold, traded, and the like.

With a slight shrug she put the plastic bottle to her lips and drank the contents, fairly surprised at how thirsty she actually was.
 
((Sorry, I feel like a genuine jackass for not even saying anything, I have been gone from the site for a while. Anyway, I'd to keep this going, if your still wanting, though I'll leave the matter entirely up to you.))

Watching her take a drink from the bottle, Martin, felt a loose smile spread over his lips. It had been an odd decision, having placed two kinds of drugged water in the closet, one containing a sleeping pill crushed into the liquid, and the other possessing a strong aphrodisiac that only took a short while to begin working. If only because he imagined the results would be a great deal more interesting to watch, he had chosen the latter.

Watching her, the man patted her thigh lightly once again, enjoying seeing the blush upon her face and resisting the urge to chuckle once more. Letting the silence grow for a time, he spoke at last. "Really you know.... Is it so bad?" He asked. "Perhaps on a moral or emotional scale this could all seem quite cruel, but I'll give you one piece of advice." Leaning in a little closer a loose smile on his face, he continued, voice just a little lower then it had been. "If you take all that, what the regular world considers.. normal. And let it truly slide, let it go and learn to look for what pleasure you can in your new life, I think you may find yourself enjoying things quite a lot." Leaving her with that, he smiled briefly and leaned back, resting his head against the headboard as he thumbed a small silver ring on his finger.
 
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