Ransom [Tears in the Rain & Arander]
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				Title: <strong>Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 03:20:29</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/mrsliquid/vanessa_paradi.jpg)<br><br>Jessica Rivers hadn’t been at the Chamberland Academy for very long, only a few weeks. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it there; she didn’t really hate it either. The school year had just started and the location was really quite beautiful. Located in scenic Northern Virginia, it was set atop rolling hills with beautiful trees with leaves that were still green, despite the summer just ending. A natural lake was within view just outside her dorm window, which she stopped to take a look for just a moment, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.<br><br>It was Sunday afternoon and she had just spent the last half an hour on the phone with her parents, something that had become a weekly occurrence, it seemed. Her father had pulled some strings with the dean of the school and procured her a private room, something that didn’t normally happen with the newer students. It had made her a bit of an outcast, but she really didn’t seem to mind. She spent little of her time socializing and most of the time trying to make her room as comfortable as she could. Her mother had sent everything to her that she had requested, something that brought a smile to her face. Pictures decorated the walls and the handmade quilt that her grandmother had given her lay draped across the bed. It was small touches that made her miss home all the more. She knew that over time, it would pass, but getting there would be the difficult part. <br><br>Deciding that some fresh air would be better than just sitting around in her room or just sitting around in one of the common rooms that dotted the dorm, she pulled on her running shoes and began to stretch. Putting an ear bud in one ear, and then the other, she checked to make sure her room key was in her pocket before closing the door behind her. Checking the clock, it was only four in the afternoon, plenty of time to be back before dinner and time to study before class in the morning. <br><br>The nature trails were always well groomed to keep the vines from encroaching and making it difficult for joggers from making their way around the grounds. In spots, it ventured into the more densely populated areas of the trees before winding back out into the tree line again. Jess had jogged these trails often, finding it a good way to keep herself from going stir-crazy inside. As she jogged along, she tried to clear her mind. There was a test coming up in the morning, but she had already studied for it and was planning on doing so a little more before the end of the evening.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 03:37:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i208/brianh79/KidnapMovie_12366.jpg)</div><br>The plans were meticulous. The information source had not been wrong. A pair of binoculars, situated atop a hill above the tree line, watched the target make their way from the dorms and onto a jogging path. A face beneath the heavy plastic and glass smiled slowly. Apparently, the planned months of waiting for the perfect opportunity would not be needed. This appeared to be the perfect moment to put the years of planning into motion.<br><br>A quick flick of the hands dropped the binoculars into a satchel that hung across a man's chest, the man who still wore the smile. Had anyone been close enough to see it, the shape of his mouth, the way his eyes narrowed, it would lead one to understand that no good could come of this man. They would certainly be right, for this man had a mission, one of a nefarious nature. The man's name was Romero, and today was his ticket to millions.<br><br>Quickly moving down the hill, his path would lead him to the same path that he'd watched the lone figure start on only moments ago. He would arrive much sooner though, plenty of time to wait and set up his plan. That meticulous plan, that after many years of planning was now coming to fruition. The girl's family was rich, and her ransom would set him up for the rest of his life.<br><br>A low overhang of rock broke through the trees and onto the path, where a quick drop landed Romero onto the hard packed dirt. His hand was already reaching into his satchel, pulling out a length of thin, strong, yet almost invisible twine. Moving towards two trees that straddled the path, the twine was quickly wrapped around both trunks, creating a tripwire that spanned the path. Taking a moment to look over his work, Romero nodded his head in satisfaction, only able to make out the wire because he knew <em>exactly</em> where to look. It would appear invisible to anyone moving on the path.<br><br>The tripwire in place, he stepped further back into the woods, a small copse of trees giving him cover so as not to be seen from the path. More items were pulled from the bag to be held in his hands. A thick rag in one hand, and a bottle of chloroform in the other. It would serve to knock the girl out for a time, hopefully long enough to take her to a location hidden from the eyes of the world...most especially the eyes of the police. Crouching down behind the tree trunks and bushes, he let his eyes and ears be aware of the surrounding area, waiting patiently for the target to arrive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 04:36:12</strong>
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				As much as she tried to just clear her mind, it didn’t happen. Thoughts of school fluttered in and out. Algebraic equations, biology and world history just wouldn’t be denied. She would focus on one for a while before another one would seem to pop up and demand her attention. She didn’t mind, really. She enjoyed it to a point. Out here, in a fresh air, she seemed to be able to focus better and recall things she had read in more detail than if she continued to read it constantly while keeping herself in her self-imposed isolation in her room. <br><br>The music provided a whisper soft soundtrack in the background as she jogged on. She never played it very loud, thinking it was more of a distraction while she exercised than anything else. She used it to keep her pace, and nothing else. She was in good shape and liked to keep it that way, keeping to a regular routine was something that she liked to do and since coming to the academy, she had been able to jog in the late afternoon and evenings on the same days of the week. She had always been a creature of habit, almost to the point of OCD.<br><br>She came around a turn in the path, tree branches heavy with leaves over head cast long shadows across the hard earth in front of her. Her feet pounded out the steady pace as she carried forward, thinking nothing was amiss. Suddenly, her left foot caught on the invisible wire that was pulled taunt across her way and she fell forward, her eyes opening wide and a soft sound of surprise escaping her lips. She almost didn’t get her hands out in front of herself to help brace herself from her fall. Even so, she still landed hard on her knee as she twisted her body in the process. <br><br>A bit dazed, Jess pushed herself so she could sit and look back, trying to figure out what had happened. The music still played in her ears, giving her a bit of a disoriented feeling. She brushed the dirt from her hands and leaned forward to run her hand over her knee and inspect any damage that was there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:01:53</strong>
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				The woods were quite for some time as Romero continued his watch upon the path. His thoughts drifted along random twists and turns, never staying upon one thing for any length of time. His head perked up however, as the sounds of stamping feet announced the arrival of his quarry. Gripping the items in his hand a bit more tightly, his thumb flipped open the lid of the bottle. He could pour the liquid onto the cloth with a moment's notice now.<br><br>Watching through the trunks and bushes, he watched the silhouette pass between the trees, tripping over the wire and falling to the ground. Romero was on his feet in an instant, weaving between the branches as he quickly moved towards the path. Bursting out onto the path, he finally beheld his quarry in such close quarters. Not only the only daughter of a rich family, but extremely beautiful as well. Had he met her in some quiet bar, their paths would certainly have crossed on much different terms.<br><br>These thoughts took but an instant to flutter though his mind, and already his hands were moving. The open container was poured against the rag, the chloroform being absorbed by the material. Dropping to his knees next to the fallen girl, one hand pressed the rag firmly over her face, as his other hand grabbed her arms to hold them out of reach. <strong>"Sweet dreams my dear."</strong> He whispered hoarsely, intentionally disguising his voice a bit. He knew she might remember his face when all this was done, but he was confident his looks were so similar to the multitudes of Hispanics throughout the country, that no perfect match would ever be made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:22:39</strong>
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				Her knee wasn’t bad at all, it might be bruised come morning, but it was something she could certainly deal with. It didn’t look like the skin was broken. Jessica pulled the ear buds from her ears and set her iPod down on the path next to her and out of the way. She was just starting to consider having to possibly limp back to her dorm when she felt something behind her. It wasn’t very often that she passed other joggers on the path on Sunday afternoons, but it was possible that someone had seen her fall. Maybe it was someone stopping to help her…<br><br>Those thoughts quickly disappeared as she felt something press hard against her mouth and nose and her arms held down to her side. Again, her eyes opened wide in surprise and she struggled against the strong arms that confined her. The cloth came over her face just as she happed to exhale, so she struggled to take a breath, only to breathe in the fumes that made her eyes heavy.&nbsp; She tried to turn her head, to see whom it was that held her to them, but it was then that the darkness fell over her and anything that she did see was just a blur of color. <br><br>The young woman’s body slumped against him, lump and unmoving. She was breathing, but out cold, just as he wanted her to be. She was relatively undamaged from the fall, except for her knee, which could only be expected. Her head lulled back against his arm as he held the rag to her face, her chestnut hair falling loose around his arm as she lay there. Jessica’s arms, hands that had been just moments before brushing dirt away, fell limp to her side. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 23:49:03</strong>
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				He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as Romero felt her body go limp in his arms. Holding the cloth against her face for a few moments longer, he finally pulled it away and stuffed it within his satchel. The bottle was quickly recapped and placed inside as well. Standing up to his feet, he left the girl laying upon the ground and began to clean up his work. The twine around the tree was removed, as was the ipod and headphone laying on the ground. He wished it was possible to cover the tracks leading here, but there were enough footprints upon it from other joggers that he hoped it would make little difference.<br><br>With all in hand, Romero turned back to the unconscious girl and easily lifted her up into his arms. Her pictures really hadn't done her justice. She was an extremely beautiful girl, and he could understand her parents reasoning to shunt her off to some exclusive boarding school. That had actually just made his plans easier though. The remote location just provided him more unpopulated area to work with. Settling her weight in his arms, he quickly set off into the forest and away from the school.<br><br>It must have been hours that he trudged through the woods and higher up into the hills and mountains. His body was in peak physical shape, and was easily able bear the weight of the girl in his arms. Cresting a hill, his target was finally in sight. A simple hunter's lodge perched along a rocky ridge, a small river streaming past it to end at a waterfall a short distance past. Though it looked abandoned from far away, Romero had actually spent the past few weeks renovating it and adding multitudes of upgrades, making it the equivalent to a New York penthouse apartment in everything but looks. The waterfall powered a small turbine which gave electricity to the lodge, providing heat for the water and powering the electrical equipment inside. Everything he needed to monitor the authorities and how their search progressed.<br><br>It wasn't long until his footsteps finally led him to the door. A small room had been set aside for the girl, containing a simple bed, desk and chair. A curtained off corner held a simple hand pumped faucet and sink, along with an old fashioned toilet. The room had no complicated plumbing, and running water diverted from the river was all that kept the toilet clean. No windows or spaces large enough to crawl through were present, and the walls and doors had been rebuilt to hold the finest of soundproofing technologies. A soft light glowed overhead, providing the only illumination too the room, which would be pitch black without it. <br><br>Gently laying the girl down upon the bed, Romero rearranged her arms and legs so that she would rest comfortably. He enjoyed the feeling of her body under his fingers, but did not let any physical desire he felt for her stop him from doing his work. With the girl finally settled, he left the room, shutting and putting all the locks into place that would prevent her from leaving. Another door took him out of the small antechamber, more locks going into place to seal that door as well. Idly wondering how long it would take her to wake up, Romero sat himself at a computer and dialed up a satellite uplink to connect to the internet. Once connected, he began the long process of making sure his signal was untraceable to anyone who would soon be looking for him. A simple message was sent out, relaying his demands to the girl's family.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Your daughter is in my possession, and shall remain so unless the following demands are met. <br>You will deposit 100 million dollars into a Swiss bank account. <br>The account number is 49539-384BQT-99324. <br>Once I have confirmation of deposit, the money will be transferred to another account.<br>Only then will your daughter be released, completely unharmed.<br>You have two weeks to comply with my demands.<br>These demands will be met, or you will never see your daughter again.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:31:20</strong>
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				Jessica seemed to be as light as a child in his arms and was sleeping soundly as he carried her through the woods back to his nondescript cabin. The fumes started to wear off as they neared and her eyes began to crack open slightly, but she was still incredibly groggy, her mind filled with cobwebs and fragmented thoughts. Through her thick, dark lashes, all she could see were colors that seemed to run together like a psychedelic oil painting. Not giving in to any urge to wake just yet, her eyes closed and she drifted back off while still cradled in his arms. <br><br>The sound of the door opening roused her again and her eyes opened to some extent once more. Everything was still out of focus, objects still little more than blobs of colors in her vision. As he laid her down on the bed, she made a soft sound of contentment and rolled to her side, only vaguely aware that he was trying to make her comfortable. The only thing that registered in her mind was that she was in bed, and that she could sleep again. <br><br><hr><br>Elsewhere, at her family’s home, the email that had been received and an alert had been sent out. The first thing her father had done was sent word to the school to verify that his daughter was indeed missing. He wasn’t about to go on some anonymous email’s word that they had his beloved little girl and hand over an outrageous amount of money. The school, of course, assured him that they would do everything they could to locate Jessica. No word had come back from them yet. He was reluctant to notify the police for fear of word leaking to the press as well. If word got out that something had happened to his daughter, it could be a disaster, both personally and professionally. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 16:07:52</strong>
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				With the email sent out, there was nothing to do now but wait. Stretching his arms high above his head, Romero leaned back in the chair, trying to ease his muscles. The trip up the mountain was starting to have an effect on him, now that he wasn't moving any longer. As light as the girl had been, carrying her for hours hadn't been the easiest thing in the world.<br><br>Thinking of her, he turned back to the computer and switched to a different program. A few views of the room popped up, the image being taken from hidden cameras embedded in the walls. He had installed them in order to keep an eye on her, in case she tried to do something drastic. He sat in his chair for long minutes, watching her still frame on the bed. The only movement from her was the gentle swelling of her chest as she breathed. His mind couldn't help but fill up with images of her and him together, both naked in bed, her voice crying out in pleasure as he thrust into...<br><br>Romero shook his head and almost jumped out of the chair. He knew such thoughts would only distract him from the mission at hand. She could not be touched, not if he wanted the money. It would all be over in a few days anyways. Once her father discovered her missing, he would certainly do whatever it took to get his daughter back. Knowing he had to clear his head, Romero stood up to his feet and headed to his own small bathroom in the lodge. A simple shower stood there, beckoning to him as a relief to his tired muscles and thoughts that needed to be expunged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 19:27:11</strong>
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				After some time, the girl finally rolled over, her mind starting to piece together certain things about her surroundings, things not adding up to a picture that wasn’t quite right. Why was she sleeping? How did she get to bed? Why was she hungry? What time was it? The pillow didn’t feel right? The sheets didn’t feel right. The sounds around her were off as was the smell in the room. Everything was coming together to force her to wake up, even though the fog was still thick in her head. <br><br>She rolled slowly onto her back, the effort causing the room to spin around her. She moaned softly, on hand reaching up to cover her eyes. Not that the room was too bright by any means, but she rubbed her eyes all the same. The room around her was Spartan, and it was not familiar to her at all. Her brow drew together in confusion.&nbsp; She didn’t remember anything leading up to arriving there, not even her fall. She moved the covers back and went to stand and almost fell when she put her weight on her leg. Her knee now held the darkened mark of where she hit it as she was tripped on the running path earlier that day, but her memory held no recollection of it. <br><br>Slowly limping to the door, she found there was no way she could open it. She balled up her fist and pounded on the panel. <strong>“Hello?”</strong> She called out. <strong>“Is there anyone there?”</strong> As much as she tried to hold back, tears were starting to sting her eyes. She blinked quickly, fighting them back. <strong><strong>“Someone, please, help me!”</strong></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 02:39:05</strong>
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				The shower had left him feeling more awake and relaxed thankfully. Dragging the towel along his body, soaking up the last drops of water that lay upon his solid muscles, Romero dressed again and headed back to his desk. Still no communication from the father. Not unexpected, but he'd never been much of a patient man. Setting a two week deadline may have been too long a time. It increased the possibilities of him being found, and he really did not want to wait that long for his money.<br><br>Flipping the screen over to the cameras, he let a smile cross his face as he saw that his captive was finally awake. <strong>"Now now, don't bruise those soft hands of yours."</strong> He said quietly to himself, watching her bang on the door. Apparently the soundproofing had worked perfectly, as he could hear nothing coming from the sealed door off to his side. He was tempted to just leave her to scream and pound on the door all day, but decided that some food and water, plus an explanation might settle her down.<br><br>Walking over to the small kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of water and a small 'Lunchable' out of the refrigerator. Walking over to the locked door, it took only a moment for him to undo the locks and step inside the small foyer. The door shut behind him, and again he locked it securely. A small table in the room held a ski mask and dark sunglasses. Donning them, it covered his face and eyes completely. <strong>"You will step away from the door immediately."</strong> He said in a loud, yet raspy voice. A small peephole in the door let him see into the room, and thus he could wait until she complied. The bolts were unfastened and pushed aside as Romero opened the door and stepped in.<br><br>His tall frame easily towered over the girl, and the thin tshirt did nothing to hide his muscles and rock-hard body. He could handle anything this girl tried on him. <strong>"I have food and water for you. Make sure to ration it, as I will not bring you more for some time."</strong> His voice was that same raspy tone, and he sat the food and bottle down on the floor off to the side. <strong>"You are here for a very simple reason. I desire money, and your family has plenty of it. Your father has been informed of your situation, and until he pays me the amount requested, you will be my guest here. I will not harm you in any way, but you will remain locked in this room at all times. I will return from time to time to bring you food and water."</strong> He did not wait to hear anything from the girl, and instead promptly turned around, closing the door behind him. A few hand movements had the locks and bolts in place, as well as dropping the ski mask and glasses onto the table. She should be fine for awhile, and Romero had decided that a nap was in order for himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 05:49:51</strong>
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				When she heard the voice through the door, she jumped. She didn’t know if she had really expected to hear anything or not, but when something finally came, it scared her. It didn’t even cross her mind not to do what she was told to do. She was in a strange environment, details on how she got there were unknown to her and she had no clue whom the voice belonged to. Until she had the missing details, she was smart enough to do as she was told to do.<br><br>She took a few steps back away from the door, though she kept her eyes on it, waiting to see exactly who it was that came through it. The sounds of the bolts sliding told her that she was a prisoner in the room, a fact she already knew by the lack of a door knob on the inside of the room. And, when the figure appeared to her, it solidified to her that perhaps he was military. His build suggested as much. It was hard to miss his body through the clothing that he wore, but he took pains to make sure that he could not be recognized. <br><br>Before she could come back with any witty retorts to his words, he was gone again. She could feel anger bubbling up inside her at his actions. So, his actions weren’t politically motivated, he only wanted money.&nbsp; &nbsp;And, to get that money, he would pray on a young girl to get it. She looked down at the meager food and water that he left for her. Some time…that was what he had said. This was all that he had left her? And yet, he had called her a guest here. It was true she was hungry, but she would rather starve than take anything he would give her. <br><br>She left the food and water when he had left them without and word and walked over to the far corner of the room. She slumped down to sit on the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest and let her head rest against the wall. Her father would get her out of this soon, she was sure of it. She closed her eyes, hoping that this was all just a bad dream and that she would wake up in her room.<br><br><hr><br>Back at her family home, people were buzzing everywhere. Her father had called bankers, trying to gather the money for the demanded amount. However, advisers had informed him that giving into such demands would only encourage others to take such courses of action in the future. Senator Rivers has been instructed to wait, to give authorities time to try and track down the source of the abductor and try to rescue his daughter before doing anything rash. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 01:13:25</strong>
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				The luxurious couch had been a good spot for a relaxing nap, and Romero felt quite rested as he slowly pulled himself out from the depths of sleep. Stretching and rubbing his eyes, he took a few moments to use the bathroom and get himself a bottle of water from the fridge. Taking a long drink, he made his way back to the computer to check for any updates. Although he really hadn't expected anything, there was that small hope that it would all be over. Letting out a soft sigh, he turned his attention towards the other set of monitors that that would show his captive.<br><br>A slight frown creased his brow as the pictured turned on. Here she was sitting on the floor where a perfectly comfortable bed and chair were available. He could see the food and water untouched by the door as well. Another sigh escaped his lips as Romero stood and made his way towards the room. The ritual of locking everything and donning the face obscuring items took only moments, and he couldn't help think that this might become a common thing if his captive had decided to become difficult. He pulled the thick bolt back from the door and undid the final locks, pulling the door open and stepping inside.<br><br>Standing just inside the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at the girl. <strong>"Refusing to eat are we? I'd really wish that you wouldn't do that. I have no desire to force-feed you, and I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it either. This need not be difficult. I'm sure your family will comply with my demands soon, and then this will be all over. Why make it any more difficult than it has to be?"</strong> He stood there, watching her as he talked. Stray thoughts that had gone through his mind earlier tried to push forward into his consciousness, but he firmly put them aside and forced his mind not to think on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ransom [Tears in the Rain &amp; Arander]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 01:26:40</strong>
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				She had been drifting off to sleep, off and on really, as she sat there. Without anything to do, nothing to keep her attention other than her own mind and her own thoughts, there was little else to do. Anger could do little to sustain someone and she knew it was getting late. She was getting hungry, but the meager offering that he had left for her would do little for her, she knew. And, with what he had said, she would have to make it last. <br><br>Her body stiffened as she heard the bolts of the door, but she didn’t turn to look. She kept her back to where he would enter, not wanting to give him any more attention than was necessary. She lifted her head a little, but kept her eyes on the wall near her. It wouldn’t do any good to look at him, she was certain he would have those silly things over his head again. <br><br>She heard him talking, but made no indication that she was going to answer him. After all, why should she? The only power that she had left in the situation was her silence. He held everything else. Of course, it was an act of defiance, just like intentionally not eating when she was hungry, but it was a choice that she made. She didn’t want to be there, but he was forcing her to be. Why should she make it easy on him? <br>
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