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Mallory Pierce. 19 years old. Lives with just her father Noah Pierce. Mother died when she was younger, which broke something in her father. A relatively rich family, he turned to other pursuits, gambling, drinking and the like, throwing his money away, keeping up appearances to his daughter that everything is fine until all the money is gone. He borrowed too much money from a local mafia to keep things afloat for a time, but now they've come knocking to pay. He doesn't have the money so he offers up the only thing he has, his newly 19 year old daughter.<br/>
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Looking for someone to play a dominant male. Some sort of mafia boss. Possibly cold, calculating, who might start out seeing her as nothing more than a toy, a sub to use as he wished. Could build into something later depending on progression. Almost anything is up for possibility other than vore or anything bathroom related. No mutilation or gore to Mallory but its possible to others around them. Message with any questions.</div>
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</div><br/><i>Cold...</i><br/><br/>The first stray thought to form, the chill that seemed to linger on skin, goosebumps formed in its wake. A shiver as though that might help, but the thought to move arms to maybe get warm was stopped almost the moment it formed. Because her arms were not free, pulled somewhere above her head, fingers still working when she flexed her hands but not able to feel exactly what bound her. Likely in order to not put the full pressure on her arms, her feet were just touching the floor, heels raised but the front of each foot was bracing her weight, as much as it could when the floors felt the similar chill as the air, and slick like it was tiles. Not cold like a freezer, possibly just someone that really liked to run an air conditioner. All the slowly creeping thoughts were fuzzy, coming in bits and pieces as she slowly tried to take measure of what had happened and where she was. Because she couldn't see anything. A turn of her head proved the darkness was not because of the room, but the blindfold someone had put on her, just as something soft was keeping her mouth from closing fully. Without sight her head jerked when she thought she heard a voice, just as quickly fading as though someone had merely passed close enough to be heard from a distance before all was silent again, almost too silent other than the slightly more rapid breaths through her nose, the fear of where she was starting to build up more and more, struggling to focus her thoughts on the last things she did remember.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<u><b>The Day Before</b></u><br/>​</div>"Come on Mal! Hurry up! We've got shopping to do after all. Your birthday tomorrow is going to be awesome! And you, my girl, need a new outfit to celebrate." One Mallory Pierce rolled her eyes, sliding her sunglasses up into her hair as she followed her far more energetic friend Abby into the mall, the glory of girls everywhere. It was huge, sprawling  with three floors and halls that seemed to go on for miles though logically she knew it wasn't that large. But her brunette best friend was running ahead, stumbling to a stop before the map, a finger tracing from the star that marked their entrance. Mallory followed at a much more relaxed pace, shaking her head,"Nineteen isn't that impressive Abby. You just love shopping and parties."<br/><br/>The other girl spun back, an almost innocent expression on the slender features before breaking into an excited grin,"Guilty! But you like it too! You've never minded spending your father's money after all." Bouncing in place, she waved a hand impatiently when the blonde was not moving quick enough for her liking clearly,"Come on! I heard there's an awesome sale we<i>have</i>to check out." Before Mallory could say a word, Abby huffed and spun around to run rather than wait for the birthday girl, the reason they were making this shopping trip in the first place. Not that Mallory rushed to catch up with her, pulling her phone from a back pocket, the newest one on the market, courtesy of her father and snorted when she saw the text on the screen. Of course Evan didn't seem to take no for an answer and was insisting they were absolutely perfect for each other, that she should just give in and date him, that he could make her birthday one to remember. He just wanted to get in her pants. She knew his reputation from other girls after all. He just wanted another name on his list, not that he actually cared about her. A finger swiped the screen, clearing out the message from her view, though she was sure there would be more before the shopping trip was even over. Phone shoved back in her pocket, she squared her shoulders to delve into the Friday afternoon crowd and find hurricane Abby to get the day moving.<br/><br/>And found herself blowing out a tired breath over two hours later even as her brunette terror of a friend giggled as Mallory lowered her pile of selections on the counter to be rung up, her evil best friend already checked out with her own bag over her arm. Abby had been insistent that they have a fashion show, trying on various outfits until they found ones they absolutely loved. Mallory didn't mind spending money, and loved shopping but not quite the way Abby did. Once the dressed were found, she was hauled off to find a whole new set of underwear, and shoes, her friend insistent she needed new and sexy just in case she found a boy she wanted at the party enough to show them off. She glanced at the girl, giving her a glare as her father's credit card was handed over to the girl behind the counter,"You owe me a drink after this." Abby just grinned, not at all put out,"So worth it! You're going to look killer in that!" Only for the dreaded words.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, your card was declined. Do you have another card?"<br/><br/>Both heads whipped around to the cashier, the girl looking a little startled and pity for having to share the news, Abby's jaw dropping. Daddy Pierce's card had never declined before. Mallory frowned in thought,"Can you try again?" A shrug and the girl ran the card again, lips pinching in a frown at the same sad sounding beep, shaking her head. Mallory sighed, taking a step back after she slipped the card back in her bag,"Sorry, I don't have another card..." A pity as she'd loved the feel of the dress and it really would have been killer for her birthday. It was awkward and shameful having to step away without a purchase, leaving everything on the counter. And the whispers of some of the other girls she knew who'd been in line behind them. Cheeks tinting she kept her chin up and headed out the door, Abby close on her heels. Her friend had tried to offer the moment they were away from everyone, that she'd buy the stuff and Mallory could just make it up later. She had declined, giving her friend a smile, that she had a dress just as nice at home that she hadn't worn yet. Suddenly losing interest in any more trips, the sun starting to dip down in the sky, Mallory left Abby at her house, promising to see her bright and early to prepare everything.<br/><br/>"Daddy?" Mallory frowned a little as she called out for her father, her voice echoing through the large house and no response back. Not even Marta appeared from any of the rooms to greet her. Neither was there any scent of cooking food, even more evident when she detoured to the kitchen first to find the room dark. Maybe her father had given Marta the night off and was planning to surprise Mallory? A search of the entire building and her father wasn't anywhere to be found. Even calling his phone just led to a voicemail, that she left a message, concerned where he was and everything. But there wasn't like there was anything she could do or that it was very strange. She just thought with her birthday the next day he'd make an effort He doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted, usually just in the form of a credit card to buy whatever she liked. Ever since her mother had died several years before, he'd been more and more distant, spending time away from home, that Marta was more like family than he was. But he had said a few weeks ago he would be here. Something must have come up, that was the only explanation. Not feeling particularly hungry, she opted to head up to her bedroom, showering in the private bath beside it, and changing into comfortable clothing for bed. Maybe he'd show up in the morning, probably with a treat and flowers like he did last year, apologizing for not being there when he said he would be. Dragging the quilt up, she rolled over, the room already dark once she'd switched the light off.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><u><b>Present Time</b></u>​</div><br/>She remembered falling asleep, settling down on her plush mattress to get some good rest for the next day since she was sure Abby would run her ragged before the party even started. Mallory had gone to sleep, certain that all would be right with the world, her father would be there when she woke up, and have an explanation for why his card failed. And then the abrupt reminder of something dragging her out of sleep, some sound that was out of place, a murmur of voices and her door creaking. She'd rolled over onto her back, sleepily blinking open dark blue eyes, squinting in the dim light of her room, to see someone leaning over her. There was no way that was her father, nor the figure not far behind the first. She could just see enough of their faces to know they were not anyone familiar. The blond had opened her mouth to scream, though who it would alert she didn't know, the cries muffled by a hand hastily slapping a bundle of cloth over her face. And the pressure, the second person grabbing her hands when she tried to shove the arm away. Drawing in another deep breath out of instinct when she squirmed was her downfall. There'd been something almost bitter scented on the cloth, barely registering before everything faded.<br/><br/>And here she was, hanging from somewhere, bindings of some sort around her wrists, barely enough give to balance on the cold floor. For a terrifying moment as her mind started to catalogue sensations again, she wondered if she was even wearing clothing, struggling anew for a moment against the bindings, head craning as though she could see if anyone was in the room. But when Mallory calmed for a moment, she could finally realize that while she was cold, she was still dressed from bed, not that it mattered much in the black shorts and tank top set, patterned with various little hearts all over it. And a lacy pink thong. The thoughts were wild, trying to confirm what she wore and coming up with the fact it was very little.