<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Benjamin shoved Evie into the back of the car and quickly got in behind her, somehow keeping his composure the entire time. She wanted to scrub at her lips and face and get any feeling of him <i>off</i> of her. Feeling dirty, she wrinkled her nose and fixed both of the men with a glare that could have killed if she'd been gifted with that ability. Crossing her arms over her chest, she slumped against the seat, her eyes shifting to Ben as he offered the girls wine or or champagne. Like they were having a party or some god damn sort of celebration. She almost spoke up to say that she wanted the bottle so she could smash it over his head, but instead, she settled for the silent treatment. <br/>
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Averting her gaze, she tried to focus on the scenery as they passed it, but once they reached the outskirts of town she was lost. GPS is how she got anywhere; her sense of direction was shit. Ben commented on Maeve's hair color and Evie turned her head to look at her friend, who seemed to have decided against the silent treatment. She snarled at them, though her words made Evie's blood run cold. She'd been so pissed off at her father that she hadn't actually given much thought to what the guys wanted them for. Sure, the one in the light suit had mentioned that this 'wasn't what they thought', but the truth was that Evie hadn't even gotten that far yet. Maeve apparently had.<br/>
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"Fuck." The word escaped her lips before she could stop it, and suddenly, she was sitting up straighter. The word <i>forever</i> echoed over and over in her mind, her lips parting as she got lost in terrible, god-awful thoughts. Atlas spoke up then, and she wrenched herself out of her thoughts and fixed her gaze on him, obviously shaken but still very pissed off. "You can't get away with this." She hissed at him, placing her hands on the end of the seat and leaning forward. "What you're doing? It's called <i>kidnapping</i>. It's <i>illegal</i>. I don't know if you know this, but you can't sell people anymore. I demand that you pull over <i>right now!</i>" Her voice, though it had started out softer, grew in intensity until she was practically shouting in the small space.<br/>
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Her shouting didn't not seem to affect any of them, and she inhaled to yell again or perhaps even throw some sort of fit before the mansion came into view. All that escaped her was a small sound, the start of another sentence that died in her throat. She realized that she literally had no idea where they were. She'd stopped paying attention when she'd started letting in on them, and that had been a mistake. She paled as the limo came to a stop and Atlas settled his gaze on her. She stared back, resisting the urge to shrink down in her seat. "Don't you fucking touch me."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">---</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Benjamin hadn't expected them to take him up on his offer of alcohol. Of course the alcohol he'd offered them was clean, but he doubted they'd believe him if he told them that, so he settled for a small smile instead. If he and his brother had wanted to drug the girls, that would have been easy peasy to do back at the coffee shop or even in a different environment entirely. They'd eventually settled on the coffee shop because it was small and public, and they hadn't thought the girls would cause a scene. Of course, they were wrong, but Ben wasn't angry about that. In fact, he kind of liked that he'd been wrong; it meant that Maeve would keep him on his toes, and if he and Atlas shared one thing, it was their love for the chase.<br/>
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Tilting his head to the side slightly at Maeve's burst of questioning, he simply glanced over at Atlas and shrugged. "I'm not sure what my brother plans on having Evie do. Me? I like a variety." He left it at that, hoping that his vague answer would drive her crazy. "Forever is quite a long time." A thoughtful look appeared on his face and then he grinned. "The contract states you belong to us for as long as we wish it so." If they wanted to give the girls their freedom, it was completely their choice. But he didn't see either of them making that choice anytime soon. He knew he sure wasn't. <br/>
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"If you want a date in the vineyards, Maeve, that can be arranged." He liked the way her name tasted on his tongue, the way it just <i>rolled</i> off perfectly. His grin turned a little more sinister as Atlas spoke, his own words just as vague as Ben's earlier ones had been. Evie shot back a quick response, though the grin faded from his face some as she got louder and louder. "Jesus, Atlas." Ben made a show of wincing, giving his brother an apologetic look. "Looks like we both have our work cut out for us." He let the words linger in the air before shrugging, spotting the mansion in the distance. When the car came to a stop, Evie automatically instructed Atlas not to touch her. Ben snorted.<br/>
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A few seconds later, the door opened up again, and Benjamin made sure he was the first out. He turned to look at Maeve and Evie, offering his hand to whichever girl wanted to get out first. "I can promise you both, ladies, that if you run you will not get far. We're far from any city, and you'll get lost in the woods before you ever find your way out. So, with that being said- who is coming out first with me?" His eyes lingered on Maeve, his lips twisting upwards in what appeared to be a genuine smile- well, maybe not to her.</span></span>