Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 2, 2012 23:19:18 GMT -5
Red was walking back to her hotel, having gone out to enjoy some of the local food that was sold in the town she was staying in. She had never been to South America, and with the stories surrounding the mythical Amphithere, she had grown curious to the subspecies of the Dragon. Rather than appearing as a normal four-limbed, winged Dragon, the Amphithere was supposed to be a winged, feathered serpent. However like most other Dragons, they were held in high respect.
She had taken her laptop and belongings along with her, having consulted with some of the locals about the lore of the country. It wasn't as rich as Europe, it was still just as fascinating. She glanced up at the night sky, seeing the bright moon hanging above, and frowned. She needed to get back to the room, and soon. There was no telling what could be lurking on these streets at night.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 2, 2012 23:43:26 GMT -5
Walking along the dark streets the weretiger crime lord paused and sniffed he air. He was out looking for new "employees" this evening. The routinely where made to test and sell the drugs he and his group made regardless if they wanted to or not. They also where forced to be escorts to various VIPs, also whether they where wiling or else. These girls, and even some guys, where a second main source of income for the group. However they had short life expectancies so where constantly needing to be replaced. Who is where his job came in. To find, acquire, and ensure the "cooperation" of these escorts. Finally after no look at all, he had spotted a decent girl walking the street and begun to follow her like only a true predator could accomplish.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 2, 2012 23:48:20 GMT -5
Rubbing her eyes to try and keep herself awake, Red paused to glance at her phone, which she never really used as a phone before. With the advancement of smart phones, the purpose of her device as a phone had faded away to something more of an entertainment device, calendar, and web browser than an actual phone, since her clients never called her.
The phone gave what she thought was an impossible time, being 11:42pm. "Almost midnight already? I really need to hurry back." she groaned, before hastening her pace. She didn't want to stall around here for too long, having heard a few horror stories about certain parts of this town. Of course, the sex trade wasn't unheard of in Europe, but she was a foreigner in this land: if something happened to her, there was nowhere for her to turn to. And with Ancaladar being forced to remain outside of the city, she couldn't rely on him to help her if something were to happen.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 3, 2012 0:00:24 GMT -5
The male moved non-chalantly through the crowds, following he girl he had picked out while remaining inconspicuous. He knew he needed to act soon, and suddenly his prefect chance presented itself as she stopped to fiddle with her cellular device. He sped up his pace until he had caught up with. When she began to move again he went in to action.
He walked right up beside the girl and shoved her hard in to an alley way, slapping her phone from her hand. He stomps upon it shattering and crushing the device beneath his boot as he lunged after her in to the alleyway, a cloth damp with chloroform already in his hand.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 3, 2012 0:04:57 GMT -5
About to put her phone back into her pocket, she suddenly felt a hard shove into a nearby wall, knocking her off balance and sliding against the wall. Rubbing her shoulder, she watched with wide eyes as a foot crushed her rather expensive phone, something that had been meant to be a treat for herself. What came next to Red was a blur.
A figure suddenly closed in on her, holding some kind of strange smelling rag in one hand, which he tried to bring close enough to her face. She tried to grab his wrists and push him back, but it was no use. While she had her smarts, she didn't have much for physical strength, and in a matter of moments she would be quickly overpowered by the man before her. This was exactly what she had been worried about, especially being the very thing she had feared.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 3, 2012 0:21:26 GMT -5
The man clamped the rag over her mouth and nose and held it tight in place with one hand as his other free hand would fend off her wild thrashings. After sometime her body would go limp and he would removed the cloth from her face and pocket it. He picked the unconscious girl's body up and stepped through a open doorway leading in to the building she had ran up against.
He carried her down two flights of steps and in to a large tunnel that ran several hundred feet to a huge steel door with massive locking mechanisms that came from inside. He kicked the door several times (his arms full of her body) before a small spot slid open and somebody peered out hen the door began to open loudly with much screeching and grinding.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 3, 2012 0:27:11 GMT -5
It would take a few hours for Sarah to recover from her unconscious state, only to find herself chained up to cheap cot, which squeaked and groaned with each movement she made. Looking up at the binding with a slight frown, she attempted to tug against it with all of her strength, hoping that in some way or another it would help in her escape.
Of course it only lead her nowhere, and with nothing within reach small enough to try and jam it into the lock, she had no chance of escaping her current predicament. To make matters worse, her belongings no longer seemed to be in the same room, which probably meant that they had stolen her possessions. Of course, the only thing in her bag that had any value was her laptop, which would only operate under a finger swipe, so there was no way for someone to log in and access her personal information.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 3, 2012 22:34:45 GMT -5
Several minutes later two females walked up to her, te weretiger who has kidnapped her following behind them. He watched in silence as the females each began to use a pair of scissors and cut her cloths away and throw the scraps in to a trash bag. When she was completely exposed the stuffs the scissors back in got the revealing lingerie that was the only thing they where wearing. Both had blank glass eyes that seemed to be staring far off in horror.
One girl pressed a needle in to the crook of her arm that was attached to an IV tube then to a saline bag. She taped it down andthey both left as the male approached her. "So which poison shall be yours? Maybe some amphetamines? Or perhaps a little angel dust? So many to pick from...." He was more talking to himself hen her really.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 3, 2012 22:42:12 GMT -5
Pulling against the chains still, Red found there was no way to free herself from their ensnarement. She gritted her teeth as the man approached her, glaring at him with an uncomfortable glance. "Why am I here... what do you want with me?" she questioned, not having a good idea on what she was about to go through in this hell hole.
She couldn't shake something about this man, something about him bothered her greatly. Whether it was simply his appearance or something else, but she couldn't help but feel that something about him just wasn't human. Glancing at the IV taped to her arm, she frowned. "As for your question, I choose nothing. Now let me go!"
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 3, 2012 23:00:10 GMT -5
He smirked, with drawing a syringe from his pocket and inserted it in to a port upon the bag and injected all of the drug in to the bag. He wih drew the needle and laughed. "Very we'll then. I will let you go. I will free you from your morals and sense of right and wrong. You work for me now, and you have to accept that fact or you will die far to quickly. That is not my wish. I wish you to be alive and healthy, to earn me lots of money."
He stepped back to watch the pyschoactive drugs begin to affect her. They always started wih shaking, then sweating. Then the hallucinations would start. Soon after her nerves would be super sensitive and then it would it would be the time to act.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 3, 2012 23:04:33 GMT -5
Red blinked as the substance that he injected into the bag quickly began to enter her system, causing her to blink erratically as her sense of balance began to fade, unable to focus on anything more than a couple of seconds. Her body quickly began to tremble, rattling against the chains as she began to sweat heavily, as if having a high fever.
"W-Whats going on...?" she mumbled, watching as the world around her fell into darkness, faces appearing on the walls with serrated teeth, stretching out with eyeless holes in their faces, chewing on her limbs. She watched with wide eyes as they began to draw blood from her limbs, throwing them into a frenzy as they proceeded to tear her flesh apart with their needle-like teeth. Unable to help but watch, she did what any normal person would do in that situation:
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Oct 3, 2012 23:31:43 GMT -5
The male pulled up a chair and sat down beside her bed, watching her with a twisted smile upon his face. Occasionally he would reach out and trail his fingers along her naked flesh, feelin the fire blazing off her. He nodded. She would be ready soon. Just as soon as the hallucinations past....that was when.
He continued to watch carefully, nodding and making mental notes as her high went on. Everybody was different and he couldn't wait to see what all she would go through. He continued to occasionally touch her getting more and more I appropriately as time went on.
Post by Blair Von Drake / Red on Oct 3, 2012 23:41:24 GMT -5
The hallucinations appeared to becoming more violent for Red, seeing things that frightened her to no end. From an evil feral version of Ancaladar burning her flesh away with his scalding water breath, to small flaming imps running around, poking and clawing at her face with razor sharp claws.
"Please, make them stop!" she shrieked, looking over at the man who had taken a seat next to her, with the face of a tiger, bearing sharp meat-tearing fangs at her. Her skin grew quite pale with the horrific visions, her thrashing against her chains becoming much more violent. Then she stopped all together, her body refusing to let her stir, her energy spent in her failed escape.
