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Suicidal/Havok

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suicidal butterfly

Planetoid
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Jul 27, 2009
Isabelle looked out the window in her room. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and over her face. She didn't care, she didn't ever since her father had banned her to her room. That was three days ago, she didn't know why. She didn't ask. It might have been because of her father had some bad blood with somebody. She never heard anything about it. He would never tell her anything about anything.

She stood up and walked to her dressing table, her breasts and hips swaying with each step. She wore tight short shorts, and a bikini that was black with a hot pink butterfly on her left side. She reached her dresser and then moved her hair out of her way. When she did she saw a pair of bright green eyes, they where her fathers. Many people had stopped when they looked at her. They told her that she looked just like her mother, her big ass, big chest size and everything else.


Mikhal lit a cigar and puffed away at it. This was bad. His arch enemy was now looking for a way to get at him. He locked his one and only daughter up, but his wife on the other hand was already dead. Isabelle was all she had. He looked to his left and saw what the news paper had said. In big bold letters 'BAD BLOOD! MOB BOSS WAR!!' "For fuck sakes" He said as he banged his free hand on the table. Now the fucking paparazzi knew all about it.

He Took a big puff of his cigar. What to do? what to do? Why the hell had the war gotten to the public. He wanted it to be quiet. No one would have asked about him taking over a few new Casinos, ripping down some old buildings and them some. But it was all that evil little fuckers fault. He should have known better than to try and consort with his great fathers enemies descendant

Isabelle Turned to her side and looked at her hip. There was something that her father didn't know. She had a small tattoo that was a crescent moon. It was blue and had faded clouds all around it. She unbuttoned her shorts to get a closer look. This was one thing that she loved about her body. That and her chest and ass. The only assets that she could show off and act as if nothing was happening.
 
Ryan sat in the chair that his father had not three months earlier, his father had been killed in the war that had started little over a year ago, he looked at the same newspaper that Mikhal was but a grin was on his face, publicity in his eyes was a good thing, this way the police would be more involved and when Ryan put his action into plan the police would intervene when things got to violent. Ryan just had to make sure things didn't get to violent up until that point.

As Ryan fiddled with the pencil in his hand he looked up with his baby blue eyes at the large man standing at the door. He was Ryan's right hand man and he was there for a reason, he was one of Mikhal's old men and he knew how the man thought and how he acted. Ryan knew that when he put his action into plan Mikhal would strike at him with all of his force since the only thing left that Ryan or his father had not taken from him was his daughter and that was the next step.

He smirked and bit his bottom lip as he looked at the man the small smirk still playing on his lips. He nodded, "Let's go get her." He said firmly as he rose to his feet and stretched, Ryan was only 27 but he looked about 35, he had large muscular legs and arms. He stood around 6'0 and his dark brown hair seemed to suit his look well. He looked down at his wrists admiring the tattoos that were on his wrists one being a small tribal design on his left wrist and the other having the name of his father written on it with a line through it to symbolize his death.
 
Isabelle looked at her tattoo some more and smiled,She loved it . Her father on the other hand didn't know about it but he was sure to hate it. She looked to her side and picked up a elastic band, She put her hair up and looked into her mirror. She did what she usually did and checked her face. She did this every night and she did it just because she had nothing else to do. She soon got bored. "I'm going to go and wash my face."She said in a voice that had boredom in every inch of it.

She flicked on the light of her bathroom that branched off of her room. She reached the sink and opened one of her drawers and took out a facial cream. Isabelle first soaked her face and washed it. When her face was fully dry she looked in the mirror, call her full of her self but she hated having pimples and did anything she could to get rid of them. She flicked the light off and walked back in to her room. She flopped down on her bed, face down and put her head into her pillows. "God this is so BORING!" she mumbled into her pillows.
 
A few of Ryan's 'goons' had one of Isabelle's friends in their car holding a gun to his head they began to describe what the guy was going to do for them. Ryan was in another car not far off, he ran his mob much differently then any other he sort of ran it like a police task force when they were performing a raid, or any other activity. He had multiple vehicles ready for when they kidnapped the girl. He knew that if the other mob's men heard or caught the drift that the girl was being taken he would have a full out war on his hands in the middle of the night and he didn't like that.

Ryan's men smirked as they looked at the boy, "Text her to come outside and meet you for a party. Hurry up." They said pressing the gun harder and harder into the boy's head, "Now." They said, they watched as he began to text. Of course Ryan had his eyes out he was much further away from the house then the two goons and the kid.
 
Isabelle heard her phone go off and she looked at it. It was on the night stand beside her bed. She looked at it for a moment longer and picked it up. She smiled as she looked at it. It was one of her buddies texting her to go to a late night party. She wanted to go as soon as she knew who it was. She immediately got up and went to her closet. She pulled out a short black skirt and a golden top that had a black waist belt. She then looked at her heals and thought for a moment. She had a lot to pick from but she ended up picking her classic three an a half inch black high heal straps.

When she was all ready she looked her self over in the mirror. She liked what she saw and knew that she would get all the attention in the room at the party. But only one thing seemed odd to her, why would he be texting her right now if he had already knew that she was in solitude? Isabelle ignored her little angel on her shoulder and sneaked over to her door. She opened it for a second to see if anyone was there. The coast was clear.

She had to move fast, and she did. She went down the stairs and went to the back room. She had to take the back way out. With in minutes she was out the back door and making a run for it. She opened her back fence door and texted her friend to where she was waiting. He should be here soon to come and get her.
 
Ryan received the call that the girl had left her home. He stretched and gave the command that the girl was to be picked up. He smirked softly. Ryan's goons forced the kid out of the car taking his cellphone and texting the girl that they would be there soon, they quickly drove up to where she said she was forcing her down into the car onto the floor, even though the car was tinted black they didn't want to have any chance to have the girl being seen. After all they had a mob leader's daughter.

Ryan smiled and his car began to move quickly bringing him back to his house, he owner a large mansion that was guarded night and day by many different men. As Ryan's car moved towards his mansion his goons were moving on the daughter, their hands were all over her body grabbing at her large tits and her big ass. They smirked as they looked at the girl, "I wonder what the bitch is wearing for panties." They said with hgue smiles on their faces.
 
She smiled as she saw a car pull up to where she was. "About time you..." she looked in the car and her friend wasn't there. She let out a gasp as she was forced into the car. "No!" she screamed"Let me go! My father will kill you all if he finds out that you took me!" she screamed again. This wasn't supposed to be happening, maybe this was why her father had locked her up.

She struggled against them. Her hands reaching out and she swiped her nails across his face. "Don't any of you touch me!!" she shouted. She struggled more, she kicked and her arms moved as much as she could. She wished that one of her shoes that would nick one of them in their faces. "Go to hell! All of you!" she screamed.
 
Ryan's men grabbed her legs so they wouldn't be harmed by the failing legs of the girl. They both smiled at one another, "He is going to have fun with this one." They said feeling her smooth legs, most women who were taken in by Ryan started out this way loud mouthed, angry, and disobedient but once Ryan seemed to get a hold of them for a period of time they became obedient sluts.

Ryan's brigaid of cars pulled into his gated mansion, he smiled getting out of his car on his own. This was a rare thing, he usually made a point of making other people opening his door for him, but he was to excited this time. He stepped out of the car and stretched waiting for the men to bring her inside, he wondered how hot this girl was. He had seen pictures but not a whole lot
 
"You can all go to hell!" she screamed again. She struggled more , but since her legs where being held by the men, her struggling didn't help her much at all. She looked around at all the men and thought about what they meant by "he is going to have fun with this one' She guessed that she had something to do with 'Him' whoever he was.

She looked at one of the guards that where looking at her. With in a moment she smiled at him then spit in his face. It hit him right in the eye, ad she was happy if he couldn't see for a few minutes. But as he was about to do something the car door opened and she looked at the one who had opened the door. If she wasn't so busy with trying to find out who it was she would have cared that the position she was in had her looking up at him between her legs. All she did was glare at him.
 
Ryan had a smirk playing on his lips, he could see down at her panties and he laughed softly. He shook his head and then watched as the men pulled her out of the car. Ryan smirk became bigger, he grabbed a hold of her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He laughed softly as he stared into her eyes, "Do you know what it feels like to be totally helpless?" He said as he ran a hand along her body, the men held her hands behind her back, Ryan continued to hold her chin so if she spit then she couldn't spit right into his face, he looked at her. "So from what I heard from the streets your a loud mouth bitch who needs to learn her place." He said firmly as he looked at her with a smile, "I am sure you won't be after I am finished with you." He said softly into her ear. He was really happy to see that she was now in hsi presence, he couldn't wait to show her what it felt like to belong to someone and have no control over her life.
 
"Don't you dare touch me!" She said as she tried to jerk away from his grasp. This guy was total filth to her, she didn't even know why he had taken her. "My father will come looking for me. Do you even know who my father is!" She said as she threw death glares at him. She was hoping that the threat of her father would somewhat help her situation. Much to her surprise, it didn't.

She jerked again but winced as she could feel the guys holding her tighten their grip on her. She looked at the man in front of her again, he gave her the chills and she had sworn that she knew him from some place. She just didn't know where. Maybe she was just thinking things up in her mind.
 
Ryan heard her screaming and yelling and he shook his head, the men standing around began to chuckle then one a larger man stepped forward. "Do you know who he is?" The man said, Ryan pushed up his sleeves and he looked at her and smiled crossing his large arms over his chest, he knew she'd be able to see the tattoo it had a picture of an eye with a swastika as the pupil. Now most people would see this as him being some kind of neo-nazi but it was the exact opposite Ryan was completely against neo-nazi's he had the tattoo because he was a modern nazi hunter. He didn't get out to much now but he still was one, he had men who hunted for him, it was more of a past-time now then something he did all the time. After all he had a mob war going on which he had to take care of he smirked at the girl, "What a dumb little whore." Ryan said with a smirk.

Ryan shook his head, "Bring her up to my room." He said firmly. He then walked off heading up to his room.
 
When she saw the tattoo she didn't have anything to say. She couldn't think of anything. All she knew was that she was know in the hands of her fathers enemy. That was probably why she was locked in her room. It was all because of this man causing trouble for her and her family. She glared at him as she came back from her own little realization. She still didn't think of anything to say, at the moment what could she say.

When the guards pushed her towards the large doors that lead inside she was sure to memorize everything that she would pass. She was going to be in whats-his-nuts's room. So all she had to do was know where to go when she was left an opening that way she could try and escape.
 
Ryan smirked and he was in his room already, the door was locked and only opened on a key lock. He had a few things set out for her, one was a pink thong and a pink bra. He also had the collar and leash out, Ryan sat in a chair and waited for her to be brought into his room. Ryan smiled, he knew that this was going to be fun especially since she hated him, he slowly crossed one of his legs.

As she was brought into the room the door was shut behind her, Ryan looked up, "Hello deary." He said firmly as he looked at her, he loved this part of the game, the part where he embarrassed her and made her look like a dumb bitch, he had every intention to make sure she was going to learn that she belonged to him. He had a few plans on how to break this girl.
 
((Sorry It took me a while to reply, But I had to go to my moms for a while. If you would like we could continue this rp))
 
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