(Marion and Misty  - by the Van)<br/><br/>Marion smiled gently and flicked her blue eyes just over Misty's shoulder, as if finding a friendly pair or eyes there, as if seeing someone she knew well there. It was the lure, the darting sparkle cast to one side and as soon as Misty started to turn. The Red head's hand moved like lightning, like a cobra she stuck. The meaty sound of her palm thwacking into the nerve cluster as the base of Misty's neck just above her shoulder sounded muffled and heavy in the cold night.<br/><br/>The force of the blow rocked the other girl to one side as her nerves flared and went temporarily numb, knees bending, back relaxing, falling. Marion felt the force of the blow up her arm, her muscles burned with the power of the hit and for a moment she felt the cold dread that she might have killed the girl. Was she turned enough? Was she breathing?<br/><br/>Marion slid forward and gathered Misty's warm, limp form to her, flopped the arm over her shoulders and walked her to the back of the van. The dread left her only a little when she felt Misty's breath warm on her cheek. She would be coming back around any moment now.<br/><br/>The van doors opened at her touch and she was able to get the girl into the van with no trouble. A frenzied manic strength filled her, like butterflies all over her body. This would help, this would help her so much she just knew it.<br/><br/>The back of the van was open and dark with rows and rack of hooks, “O” rings and pegs. Right by the door was a mounted dispenser with construction strength zip ties and Marion snatched one down as she stepped up into the bed pulling the other girl with her. It zipped from the box pulling another out to replace it and she put the one in her hand into her mouth gripping it in her teeth as she hauled Misty up over the threshold.<br/><br/>Each door had a metal wire that kept it from swinging the full range of its hinge and she had only to jerk back on the wire to slam the door closed behind them. It was dark in the back but she knew everything by heart, all the hooks and rings, all the boxes overhead and near the front. She knew then all.<br/><br/>She felt like she was in fire, between desire and a twisting knife of guilt she swept Misty back against the racks forcing her to a natural kneeling position. She felt some resistance and knew that the nerve blow was already wearing off. It wouldn’t be long now. Her hands went behind her, zip, zip, zip.<br/><br/>She snatched more ties as she needed them. Zip zip, hands low and cuffed in plastic ties meant to hold wood and steel. Zip, zip, ankles secured while her party shoes fell uselessly to either side. She left the head to fall forward, wobbling as the disorientation fled.<br/><br/>Rocking back on her heels Marion flipped open a box and brought forth a hand taser that sparked between its metal prongs with an electric bark like a guard dog and the duct tape. She should tape her, she should tape her mouth closed but Misty was so pretty, so sweet. Marion didn't want to put tape on her face. Misty would understand, she would understand all about what Marion needed.<br/><br/>As the clubbed girl made her first sounds, Marion crawled forward and pressed the taser into the kneeling woman's stomach, just pressed it there making little shushing sounds.<br/><br/>“No, no no, don't say anything Misty. Don't say anything, just be quiet baby. Just be quiet for me okay? It will be okay.” She said feeling every inch of the lie spill from her, but it was worth it. This would help her so much.