<a class="username" data-user-id="427" data-username="@The Distresser" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/427/">@The Distresser</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1128" data-username="@Coin operated Villain" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1128/">@Coin operated Villain</a><br/><br/>Patrick Maguire loved Ice. He was sure of it. All he had to do was get her to love him back.<br/><br/>Correction: Ice loved him. She just didn't know it. And it would be Patrick's duty---his love-bound duty---to get her to realize that.<br/><br/>The basement of his house just outside of town was prepared for a lengthy stay of a certain woman. Chains, chair bolted to the floor, sound proofing lining the walls. A makeshift toilet.<br/><br/>Patrick had visited the bar for 11 shifts in a row. He knew, from asking waitresses and other patrons, when Ice's shifts were.<br/><br/>Several times he tried to clumsily flirt and start conversations. And on all occasions, the girl politely but quickly dismissed him.<br/><br/>At first, Patrick chalked it up to she being busy. But eventually he began to convince himself that she was losing out on his affection. He would have to do something drastic to get her to understand that he and Ice were meant to be.<br/><br/>The Big Night came. Patrick made sure to strike on a Saturday night, because Ice was off Sunday and Monday so it would give him more time with her. Maybe come Tuesday she would learn what she had been missing.<br/><br/>He acted quickly when he saw her leaving the bar via the back door. He moved even quicker when she dropped her keys.<br/><br/>His right hand clamped over her luscious mouth and his left hand jabbed her in the ribs with his .38, purchased just five days ago after passing a background check.<br/><br/>"Not a fucking sound."<br/><br/>Patrick wondered if Ice would recognize his voice. Not that it mattered. Not anymore.