The sins of the father become the sins of the son. In this case, they became the sins of the daughter. And the father in question had chosen to commit a grave sin. One that had been brought to the attention of a particular man who had chosen to step away from the world in a public sense. A blueprint and project lead's notes had been taken from the regional headquarters of his company through corporate espionage. A way to efficiently weave magic and technology together for a source of energy that could last years. It had been a goal of the other founder of Elysuim Consolidated. Alexander Merlin had poured his life into the project before his death, and generations of apprentices strove to find the correct process in memory of their teacher. And just as it was found, someone chose to take it.<br/><br/>It had been decades since Emlyn Cyncad had to step in and handle his business, but it seemed Mr. Allerton wished to steal from a sleeping dragon....<br/><br/>Allerton was transparent when it came to kidnapping. He had the money to spare. And thus Emlyn chose that it would be the best way to handle the situation. Emlyn would receive the brainchild of his business partner, Allerton would get his daughter back. A fair amount of money as compensation and penance was also on the table, to temporarily cripple the man long enough for the Elysium Consolidated to finish production before Allerton could benefit from any copy that he had made. So when the money arrived -fully scanned and sequestered through magic to prevent tracking or scrying- with a note stating that the blueprint was not for sale or trade, even for the daughter.<br/><br/>Emlyn sighed at this. It seems that more encouragement would be needed. The man stood from his desk and straightened his tie. He was dressed in a hand tailored suit, one made by a trusted friend who retired from the business of tailoring a decade ago. Golden cuff links sat on his wrists, and a deep green tie hung on top of a shirt as black as the suit's jacket. Emlyn had always dressed his best. But this meeting had nothing to do about appearance. He was going to see if Allerton cared enough about her daughter to warrant caving to the demands.<br/><br/>It took him a few hours to gain safe -and private- passage out of the country and to the establishment that the heiress was being kept. Emlyn did not mind. The men he had assigned to her were professionals, both legally and illegally. None of them would even react to her past ensuring her most basic of needs. The delay only served to irritate the normally stoic man and drive home the point that her family had made misstep. The last thirty minutes of this trip was set aside during the car ride to the building. It was specifically used to fine tune the plan forming in his head. Something he was sure the heiress would not like.<br/><br/>He was brought out of his thoughts by the stopping of the car. Without a word, he let himself out, his feet easily falling into the light draft of air coming from underneath the vehicle. By the time the door was closed, Emlyn was at the top of the stairs leading down to the den he had refurbished. For the past week, it had been closed. But after today, business would resume again. The man did not even knock. Instead, he opened the door, allowing light to momentarily pour into the establishment as he shot authoritative glares towards the men that were simply doing his job. The situation had left him in a foul mood.<br/><br/>"Untie her from the chair, but keep her hands bound," Emlyn said almost casually as he strolled over to the bar, the door closed and locked behind him. As a single guard moved to do as he was told, Emlyn reached behind the bar for a glass and a bottle of bourbon, pouring him a finger of the alcohol into his glass. Without any hesitation, Emlyn knocked the drink back as Clara was drug to her feet and the chair removed. "Knife." was his next command.<br/><br/>As Emlyn stepped towards the girl, one of the guards pulled a combat knife from under his suit's jacket and handed it to his employer. There was no malice on Emlyn's face as he stepped into the light for Clara to see. He looked to be an average man, a handsome one, but average. Nothing about him seemed out of the ordinary, save for the fact he was certainly wealthy and the one in control here. "You will not move, you do as you are told, and you will not be hurt," Emlyn stated to Clara calmly stepping up closely to her. He grabbed her by the arm with his free hand and moved her deeper into the establishment, to the stage usually reserved for a band of some variety.<br/><br/>Once the two of them stood on the raised portion, Emlyn released her and turned her toward the nonexistent crowd and set to work. First, the knife was slid under the fabric of her dress's left strap, the sharp end pointed up once it had slid under her bra strap. With a single fluid motion, the blade was brought up, destroying the dress and exposing a single breast. But Emlyn was not done. He was not a crude man, but he would humiliate the daughter to get his point across. Next, the hem of her dress was pulled up to her waist, displaying her panties. They were pulled down until they fell on their own. Emlyn simply moved her aside, not allowing her to shift and allow her dress to fall back and protect her modesty.<br/><br/>Emlyn retrieved the discarded panties and moved Clara back in to place center stage. The picture was nearly ready to be taken, but it needed a bit more. "Your father has refused my demands, Clara," Emlyn said, balling her panties up in his hand. "Thus he needs further motivation... On your knees and open your mouth."