<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/>“Howdy Miss?” She mocked, as she curled into the back of the car with their victim.<br/><br/>It was a rather magical power that Marc possessed, no matter how pissed off she was, at him or the world, she was always happy to see him.<br/><br/>She caught the tape and gladly put their captive in bondage. Putting Jasmine’s hands and feet in front of her, she wrapped them tight. Without a second thought she slapped a piece of tape on her mouth as well.<br/><br/>Just in case.<br/><br/>“You have no idea how much she talks,” She told Marc in the rearview mirror.<br/><br/>“This place has a tub right? I just want to soak with three fingers of bourbon.”<br/><br/>She knew it would take about three hours to get to the cabin, so she put Jasmine in a position where she would wake up sore and opened up a copy of Vogue, settling in for the long ride.<br/>