Vendetta (Bluerose & Inerrant)
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				Title: <strong>Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 20:16:46</strong>
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				The shadowy depths of a pitch black room were cast off by a burst of light as a door of the basement to the outside opened. With a click, the dangling lightbulb from the center of the room came to life, and the door closed, leaving only a pale yellow glow within. The wooden stairway leading down from the entrance creaked as a man hobbled down them, carrying in his arms a much more delicate figure; that of a woman's. Clad in a pristine, white bridal dress, she was quite an effort for the man to heave down the stairs, and he would have fallen numerous had he not paid careful attention to where the large dress had fallen onto the floor.<br><br>With her mouth tightly bound by a cloth and her hands and ankles tied to eachother, Francesca DiChiara was carried over to a small wooden chair in the center of the room. The man methodically sat her down on it, his face emotionless as he loosened another spindel of rope and began tying her to the chair.<br><br>At last done with keeping her bound to the chair, he got up amd stood before her, merely staring at her. With scruffy auburn hair and a bit of a beard, he certaintly did not appear to be any elegant hitman or mobster, but a mere... thug. He was dressed for the part, too, in a well-worn white button-up shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his biceps) and a modest pair of faded sepia pants kept in place by only a pair suspenders over his shirt.<br><br>He stared into Francesca's eyes with his own emotionless russet orbs. "Hm." He muttered, blinking for a moment as he gazed at her with an almost curious demeanor. With little warning, the man turned away from her and walked up the creaky wooden stairs and out the room, leaving Francesca to her own thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 22:57:55</strong>
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				The last thing she remembered was praying in the Chapel. She was commending herself into God's hands, promising him to do what ever He wanted as long as He would intervene with this… livestock exchange… Even go into a convent. But God moved in mysterious ways.<br><br>This was not a convent…it was a dirty, dark cellar. And while God had granted her her wish she was not sure if this was meant to be her delivery from the worst fate she could imagine before or just to show here that there were far worse fates. If so… it had worked. Walking down the aisle towards Vincenzo Torrio was starting to look more appealing by the moment.<br><br>She had seen the man. He was not one of them. He was not of their blood, not an Italian. His eyes haunted her. So detached, distant, uncaring. There was no telling what would happen now. Except that he was a dead man already. Don Giuseppe DiChiara would have no other answer to this blatant kidnapping of his youngest daughter on her wedding day than to eliminate the man in the most cruel way he could come up with and watch the execution. She knew that much.<br><br>But before that… they needed to catch this man first and she could be raped and murdered by that time. Or forgotten. What if something happened to him and no one knew she was down here? Why did he leave her here in the first place? What was taking him so long to return?&nbsp; <br><br>She felt how she started to gasp for air through her nose, the gag uncomfortable in her mouth, the ropes digging into her skin, bunching up and ruining her pretty dress. Tears started to fall as she desperately fought the upcoming hyperventilating. Passing out was the last thing she wanted.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 23:14:11</strong>
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				A few hours had passed, and the door to the dank basement opened and closed again, with the woman's kidnapper slipping into the room carrying a tray underneath some soup and a glass of water.<br><br>Setting the meal onto her lap, the man's brown eyes were serene yet emotionless, almost as if they were tired. He put his finger up to his mouth, miming for Francesca to be quiet. The man moved his arms to behind her neck, loosening the cloth in her mouth and letting it fall upon her collar bones.<br><br>Looking off to the side as he was trying to think of something to say, he shrugged as walked over to a corner within the dark room, pulling a stool out from the shadow depths and propping it down infront of Francesca. "It's uh... Beef stew." He said as the loud noise of the stool being dragged across the floor receded.<br><br>He sat down, running a hand through his hair as he awkwardly began to say, "You should eat. It... may be awhile before you see your father again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 23:36:50</strong>
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				After a few hours all the angry words and empty threats she had come up with are forgotten. Too relieved that he actually came back.&nbsp; Her wrists are chafed and her chair has been moved. She has clearly tried to get out of her bonds, but all she accomplished was bringing her dresses into more disarray and her chair a few inches backwards. <br><br>She just flexes her jaw and licks her lips, trying to get rid of the numb, icky feeling of the cloth in her mouth.<br>"Water?" She whispers weakly with a dry throat. There were so many questions but they could wait for now. The longer she would be able to talk to him, the longer he'd have to stay and not leave alone her again. <br>And right now, she feared that more than she feared him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:22:12</strong>
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				"Good." The man said with a nod, thankful that she was cooperative. He lifted his weight off of the stool and dragged it close to her side before reclaiming his seat upon it. He leaned forward and took hold of the glass, gently putting it to her lips. Tilted the cup and letting the clear liquid flow into her throat, he only kept his gaze upon her face.<br><br>When Francesca looked like she had enough, He pulled the glass away from her mouth and set it back down on the tray that was settled upon her lap. He swirled a spoon around in the soup, catching a chunk of beef and daintily lifting it out of the stew, carefully trying to avoid spilling it. Her kidnapper moved the spoon up to her lips, once again doing naught but analytically staring at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:35:27</strong>
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				There was a flicker of a second where she contemplated to refuse his food. She frowned upon being fed like a baby or worse, a pet. But this was not the right time. And she wanted him to stay, she reminded herself.<br><br>She took a bite of stew and watched his eery eyes that seemed to want to look straight into her soul. After she swallowed the first spoon she said "Thank You." with a smile as demure as she could muster.<br><br>"Will you tell me who you are working for and for how long you intend to keep me here ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:55:12</strong>
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				Francesca's kidnapper let out a soft "Hmph" with a chuckle. With a brief pause, he quickly came up with an answer, "The Torrio family."<br><br>He quickly shifted his eyes back down to the bowl, eager to hide the bluff. "It isn't up to me how long you stay here." He said as he gathered another portion of soup in the spoon and presented it to her, locking his eyes upon her own again, "In the mean time, cooperate with me and you won't be hurt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:08:53</strong>
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				She frowned deeply.<br><br>"Vincenzo's family ? That doesn't make any sense..." <br><br>She obediently takes another bite and swallows , her full red lips around the spoon before he pulls it out.<br><br>"Why would they want to stop this wedding ? " <br><br><br>She lowers her lashes a bit as his eyes bore into hers again.<br><br>"Would you loosen up these ropes...if I am to stay here for a while ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:25:03</strong>
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				The man nodded, ignoring her earlier questions as he went towards the door and locked it with a key he produced from his pocket. "Don't try anything." He said as he stuffed the key into his pocket and walked to Francesca's back, untying the ropes that bound her back to the chair.<br><br>With those out of the way, he went to work silently loosening the rope that forced her wrists together. "Only to eat." He said as Francesca regained mobility in her arms, "I can't let you waltz around freely while I'm away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:38:55</strong>
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				She nods as she rubs her wrists and flexes her muscles.<br><br>"I understand that...you have a job to do...and you don't want to hurt me...so I shouldn't make it hard on you."<br><br>Just to be sure she watches his reaction when she says that.<br><br>"You are not famiglia...not related to the Torrios...what do they pay you ?"<br><br>If he is not of the blood he is not honorbound but a hired help after all. Perhaps this was easy to solve.<br><br>"I could see to it that you get paid more...and you won't have to die, just because you did your job. Because...if you keep this up..you will die...you do know that, don't you ?"<br><br>She sounds concerned, but not overly so, showing that even at 19 she is not so innocent as she looks. And unknowingly showing even more how innocent she still is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:04:35</strong>
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				The man shook his head as he went back to the stool and took a seat, "I think I would rather take my chances. Giusuppe DiChiara would sooner kill me than pay for your release."<br><br>"'Sides." He began as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a carton of ciggarettes, shaking it, "I'm getting a piece for your freedom, anyway."<br><br>"Heh." he chuckled as he produced a matchbox and struck a flame upon it, "Ransoming off a mob boss' daughter... Sure is ballsy."<br><br>He took a drag of the ciggarette as he waved the match off, blowing it away from Francesca's face as he kept his eyes trained on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:13:46</strong>
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				She looks a bit disappointed but nods. "You are probably right. Why did you do it ? Are you that desperate for money ? Did they tell you why you should hold me ?"<br><br>She slowly eats her food, looking as often into the bowl as she can, avoiding those eyes, those piercing eyes.<br><br>Suddenly she does look up "Do you have a name I can call you by ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:33:43</strong>
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				He remained quiet as she threw question after question at him, merely continuing to smoke his ciggarette in an almost heartless demeanor of serenity.<br><br>"Patrick will do." He answered with his eyes closed, savoring another drag. He offered her the ciggarette as he breathed the toxic air out of his mouth and away from her face, "Ya smoke?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:45:48</strong>
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				She shook her head and then leaned it sideways. Pensive.<br><br>She looked odd in the picture.&nbsp; Her white dress somewhat stained and too bulky for the chair and ties, looking very chaste, except for the high heeled white shoes. Her cleavage was completely covered, even if the top part showed lots of skin though the lace and sheer fabric.<br><br>Her make up was slightly undone by the crying and the gag, her legs were hidden mostly under the skirt but still tied tightly to the chair.<br><br>"You would kill me if you had to, wouldn't you, Patrick ?"<br><br>She said, semi casually as she took her last bite of stew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 08:14:44</strong>
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				Patrick stared into her eyes, saying nothing, and expressing even less. He took one last drag of the ciggarette and smushed the butt of it into the tray.<br><br>"Would be a shame if I did." He said, picking up the tray off her lap to set it down by the stairs, "Offin' a doll like yourself." He shook his head at the thought, though his compliment didn't quite seem sincere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 08:29:36</strong>
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				That seemed to bring a bit of a smile to her face. She nodded slightly.<br>"So...that is not the initial plan...You weren't hired to kill me...afterwards."<br>After what ever would happen, what ever that would be, she would go out free.<br><br>"Do you know what they want ? Is it something papa can actually give them ? What happens if he doesn't ?"<br><br>She tried to keep her voice leveled, balancing between the small securities and reassurances she got or made up herself and the growing panic of not knowing the answer to very vital questions.<br><br>"Is there anything you want me to do ? Write a letter ? Cut of a lock of my hair."<br><br>She winced a bit and hoped it would not be a piece of ear or one of her digits.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 11:25:47</strong>
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				"No. Not yet." He said as he shook his head, "We're waiting for Guisuppe to realize that his daughter's gone. Let 'em stew on it for a bit, <em>then</em> we'll make our demands."<br><br>Patrick ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his neck as he closed his eyes in contemplation. This was more than some simple ransom. No, his employer's could not allow an alliance between the DiChiara and Torrio families. On the very day of the wedding between them, Francesca would be kidnapped, the blame placed upon dissenters among both parties. Suspicion would be cast between both families, and then they would destroy one another.<br><br>He looked back at her, then, his eyes with... pity, of all things. She was a tool, once to her father- and now, to Patrick. In the guise of a mere bargaining chip, she was actually to be the fuse on a powderkeg of vicious gang warfare. With the two families wounded and tired, Patrick's employers would rise up in the middle of it all and seize unquestionable control over Chicago's underworld.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 12:58:41</strong>
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				In the silence they are both left to their own thoughts. What could the Torrio's possibly want they couldn't have had in a much easier way only mere hours after this thug had gotten to her ?<br><br>And then the questioned dawned: <em>How did a mere footsoldier get to kidnap Giuseppe DiChiara's little girl from chapel by broad daylight</em> ? He had had to have inside help. Who was it that had betrayed them, apart from obviously her groom-to-be.<br><br>The pity in his eyes scares her slightly. He knows so much more than she does. What reason does he have to feel pity for her ? Didn't they just establish he was not going to kill her ? <br><br>Slowly, gingerly, she reached out to put a hand on his knee. <br><br>"Patrick..." She started. "I am sure you are afraid to cross your employers. But I also know my father. He will be furious and when he is that angry...his mindset is horrific. He will stop at nothing to find me and to bring justice to anyone that tried to harm me. Now...how about this...you bring me home...I don't tell anyone it was you who kidnapped me... You will be a made man...Papa's gratitude will know no boundaries for the man who saved his little girl."&nbsp; <br><br>She would tell him that the Torrio's were behind it however and make sure the wedding was off for good. <br><br>With ever sentence she pressed a bit, to emphasize how good her idea was.<br><br>"You will be under our protection and I am sure you will never have to work another day in your life. How does that sound ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 19:09:01</strong>
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				He shook his head, chuckling as he chided, "You don't know your father very well, do you? I <strong>don't</strong> trust the guy; He'll ice me the moment you're out of my hands."<br><br>He took a seat on the stool and leaned back, breaking the contact of her hand upon his knee. "Don't waste your breath. I've made up my mind...'Sides," He remarked with a chuckle, "Fat chance anyone'd let an irishman get made."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 19:59:19</strong>
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				She sighs, a bit frustrated.&nbsp; "Alright...I won't try anymore." <br><br>For a moment she watches him. She should try to hate him, but somehow she felt sorry for him. After all, chances were that she was going to get home eventually, but they both knew he would die for what he had done.<br><br>She wriggles her bound feet slightly.&nbsp; "My ankles hurt a bit..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 20:14:43</strong>
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				Patrick bobbed his head in agreement, leaning over to undo the restraints upon her ankle and the rope that bound her legs to the chair. "I could get yeh' something to wear in the mean-time." He said as he stood up, inhaling through his nostrils and scratching his head, "You'll ruin that dress eventually if yeh' keep wearing it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 20:28:17</strong>
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				She slowly rubs her ankles, seemingly unaware of the view she is giving him into gorge between her breasts, just happy to get the blood streaming again.&nbsp; She idly wonders if he realizes he has completely untied her and pushes her luck. What if she could actually make him leave her like this ? From this position she looks up with huge brown eyes.<br><br>"Would you ? The bodice is killing me and the skirt is so uncomfortable, not that I suppose I will ever have to wear this dress again..." <br><br>Perhaps something good did come out of this day after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 20:52:48</strong>
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				Patrick kept his eyes trained on Francesca, warily watching her as an eagle would their prey. He could not help but let his eyes wander to her cleavage, thoughtlessly gazing at her bare skin in that elegant bridal dress.<br><br>"I don't have anything on hand for you to wear." He said, shrugging off the lingering image from his mind. He looked around, idly trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into speech, "You should stretch a bit, move around." He suggested, "I'll have to tie you back up while I find some clothes. ...You know how it is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 21:19:04</strong>
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				"But you'd lock the door...right ? I have nowhere to go...besides..I'm wearing a bridal dress...Even if I got out...you'd find me very fast. And you are so much bigger and than me..."<br><br>Walking around would feel good though. <br><br>"I'm not a threat to you....even if you didn't tie me up..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 21:35:41</strong>
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				Patrick rubbed his eye with his fingers, shaking his head, "I'd rather not take the chance." He said, opening one eye to regard her.<br><br>He leaned back with a sigh, arching his eyebrows as he tentatively asked, "What's your favorite color? Any pattern you like...? Polka-dot or... something." He closed his eyes and his shoulder sunk with a shrug, he wasn't used to picking out clothes for women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 21:42:18</strong>
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				She slowly got to her feet and stretched a bit, standing on her tipytoes and reaching with her left hand, then her right, then bending her feet by the knee one by one with a tremendous feeling for balance on those thin heels.<br><br><br>"I really don't care...as long as it is not this tight...."&nbsp; She watches his eyes as she points out how confining the bodice is.&nbsp; "Maybe you should take me along...for size...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 21:59:54</strong>
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				The man chuckled, "So you can just shout and scream the moment you see a cop turn 'round the corner?" He said as he shook his head, "I don't think so..."<br><br>"Here." He said, his tone must less chastising, "What are your measurements?" Patrick took the opportunity to run his eyes up and down her body, pretending to judge her body type. He had decided, then, that she was quite attractive... Had they been in different circumstances, perhaps there could have been something between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 22:14:02</strong>
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				Circumstances would have been drastical different. Very drastical.<br><br>"I'm a size 4"&nbsp; She says, blushing a bit as his eyes wander over her body. <br>"You shouldn't be looking at me like that."&nbsp; <br><br>None of her fathers men would ever even dream of looking at her in that way. <br>Not while someone could see them.
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				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 02:24:43</strong>
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				Patrick nodded as she related her size, but he quickly turned away when she caught him staring. He closed his eyes and shrugged, shamed that he he had lost his focus, if only momentarily.<br><br>"Right." He said, putting his palm up to his forehead and scratching his scalp, "Size 4... Anything else you need?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 08:22:54</strong>
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				"If you could find a hairbrush...I could get rid of this ridiulous hairdo..." She says.<br><br>And then she bites her lower lip, tears almost showing, her voice gets soft.<br><br>"Please don't leave me alone down here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 10:59:59</strong>
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				Patrick leaned close to Francesca, scrutinizing her warily. "Why do you fear being alone so much?" He asked, his brown eyes displaying genuine concern for the woman, "Woulden't you feel safer if your <strong>kidnapper</strong> had left you alone? I could beat you, or <em>worse</em>, if I wanted to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 12:19:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lowered her eyes with a bit of a trembling lip, suddenly looking so much younger.<br><br>“I am afraid of being locked up, here, all by myself.” She confessed. “What if you don’t come back, or something happens to you or there is a fire ? No one will know where I am, that I am here. And I will die.” Even as a little child she had slept with the door open and she had been terrified for basement rooms as these. Dark, dank and under the ground. Like a grave. It felt suffocating confining. <br><br>Her eyes were wet and red rimmed as she looked back up. “And you haven’t done anything bad to me so far.”&nbsp; Apparently she had conveniently forgotten about being grabbed inside the chapel and dragged into a shady basement. She licked her lips, a tear sliding down to her cheek. Her voice was small and downright pleading. “You won’t hurt me, Patrick, will you ?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 05:38:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man stared deep into her eyes with his own brown orbs, ominous and silent. "I hope not." Patrick admitted with some degree of regret evident in his voice.<br><br>He offered a weak smile, saying, "You remind me someone... Someone I would <em>never</em> want want to hurt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 05:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not completely reassured by his answer she cocks her head a bit. A few or her ornately pinned up curls have come undone and fall to the side and onto her forehead. But she is curious.<br><br>"Who do I remind you of ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A friend of mine. When I was a kid..." He admitted, "We were gonna marry eachother."<br><br>"But," Patrick continued with a sigh, "She didn't like the ...business I had gotten into."<br><br>After a long pause, he momentarily turned to look away from her, then hesitated. His lips suddenly found Francesca's, closing his eyes as they kissed. A moment later, he drew his mouth away from hers, staring back at her with his deep brown eyes.<br><br>"I'm sorry..." He apologized somberly, "I just ...never got the chance to do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tensed up as he so suddenly turned, half bracing herself to be hit, an instinctive move.<br><br>She made a small throatily sound when his hips touched hers, her own eyes wide, while he kept his closed.<br><br>She took small, shallow breaths after he withdrew, her mouth opening and closing like a little goldfish, rattled and confused. Slowly she lowered her body back into the chair, looking up at him.<br><br>"W...why did you do that ?" she whispered in utter shock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick turned his head away from her again and stood up straight, his spine going stiff. The man put his hands in his pockets and kept his gaze focused away from Francesca's eyes. "Nothing will happen to you while I'm gone." He said as he started to turn for the door, "I promise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to jump up and go after him, but some small, instinctive part in her brain kept her seated.<br><br>If he would actually leave now and not think about tying her back up again, she might have a chance to escape while he was gone. Her heartbeat, that hat already been somewhat fastened, picked up a notch, biting her lip not to beg him and stay. Not to draw any more attention to herself and her current state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 05:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick said nothing, keeping his eyes purposely away from Francesca. 'What am I doing!?' He thought to himself as he quickly unlocked the door and left Francesca alone once more.<br><br>He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he sank down into a seat against the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 07:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to run up the creaky wooden stairs and bang on the door.<br>She wanted to beg him to come back, especially after she heard the rattle of the lock.<br><br>But somehow she managed to bite her tongue and slowly she started to pace around in the basement.<br>A few racks with pickled and jarred food, some stray furniture. She found a mirror and saw how her pale face had make up stain from crying. The bright red strip of cloth around her neck that had served as her gag a stark contrast against he frilly sheer lace that covered her shoulders.<br><br>There was no window, but in the far corner she saw a delivery hatch. Her heart skipped a beat.<br>She looked over her shoulder up to the locked door at the top of the stairs.&nbsp; Slowly she sneaked towards the hatch.<br>Idly she wondered why she was feeling guilty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 20:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick wiped his brow and rubbed his eye as he sat there, thinking long about what just happened.<br><br>He sighed as he got up and made his way outside of his small home, taking a hat off a clothes rack and pulling it low over his eyes. 'Hmph' He thought, looking at the empty street, 'The truck is gone... Guess it makes sense.'<br><br>He reminded himself of his job, that Francesca was just a hapless tool for the family. Patrick sunk his hands into his pockets and made his way out towards some of the local businesses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 20:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed her back against the hatch and pressed with her full might. But no avail. <br>The coledust fell down on her and her dress and her face, causing it to stain with black streaks. <br>She groans in frustration since the wooden door won't budge, half out of breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 06:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was only a few dozen minutes until Patrick returned, though it seemed much longer with Francesca left alone as she was.<br><br>The door clicked and creaked as he unlocked and opened it, carefully locking it again with his spare hand. The other was carrying an assortment of dresses. He stared at her intently with his brown orbs, regarding the soot on her.<br><br>He sighed, tilting his head as he said, "I went to all this effort and you got that dress all dirty anyways."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 07:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a mixture of fear and somehow guilt on her face as she was caught.<br>Her dress...she could have been quite a few blocks down the street and he commented about her stupid now probably ruined, weddingdress.<br><br><br>"It is not like I need it anymore..." She said and carefully backed away, creating as much distance between them out of fear of getting hit. Or worse, as he had suggested casually earlier that day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 07:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick sighed as he reached underneath his arm and presented a pair of dresses on wire coat hangers to Francesca.<br><br>"Here." He said as he placed them down upon the chair she was tied to. "I'll have the spare one washed when yer' not usin' it. Hopefully you'll be let go after a few days..."<br><br>He scratched his neck and turned around and stared blankly into a wall, affording her a little privacy to change.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 07:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked as he turned his back to her. Was he testing her ? Mocking her ? No scolding, no yelling, no beating and him just expecting her to not to try and bonk him over the head with something and just change dresses ?<br><br>She was perplexed, half relieved, half seething at the sheer arrogance of that. She took the top dress, a modest navy blue one with small white and pink flowers in the pattern. It looked like a 'sundays best' outfit for a factory girl. She smiled. This was absolutely not what she wore at home,but he had actually taken the effort to find her something pretty.&nbsp; The guilt in her heart grew.<br><br>That was nonsense of course. Why would she feel guilty towards a man that was holding her prisoner, not even for the honor of his famiglia, but for money. A hired hand.&nbsp; She watched him curiously as he kept his back turned and swallowed a bit.<br><br>"Uhm...this is somewhat awkward...." She blushes. "I can't open the buttons by myself...this dress wasn't made to put on...or take off...by yourself..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 08:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man shrugged, sighing as he turned around and and ran his hand through his scruffy auburn hair. "Right." He said, nodding.<br><br>Patrick tried not to stare, not to let his eyes wander, as he went about stoically undoing her dress, trying to maintain the professionalism that he had let falter before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 08:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood, tensed, her back bent a little so he could reach better.<br><br>As his fingers began to come halfway the row of endless little pearly buttons, she began to feel their touch against her skin, somewhat pressing against her spine. She bit her lip, knowing that anytime soon the carefully picked out lingerie would be showing. The giftwrapping for her husband to be.<br><br>The top of her sleeves started to sag a little from her shoulders, leaving them bare. She licked her lips nervously and giggled a bit, trying to break the unbearable tension with a joke.<br><br>"This is not exactly how I imagined this would be taken off..." She says hoarsely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 06:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick offered only a weak smile as she spoke, dutifully revealing more and more of her skin, eventually exposing the back hook of her bra.<br><br>He pursed his lips as he stared at the fancy underdress, pausing for a moment. "I'm sorry we had to ruin your...big day and all." He said, though in his heart- he realized that his actions that morning would likely ruin more than her wedding. If the plan went off without a hitch, her whole life would be ruined...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 08:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned to him, holding her top up, so it wouldn't slide down.<br>Her eyes were redrimmed and a single teardrop made its way down her cheek,<br>her lips were trembling.<br><br>"I understand that." She nodded bravely. "I know how these things work. You had a window of opportunity and this makes the most impact." She tries to smile her tears and unsteady voice away.<br>"I wasn't that keen on being Mrs. Vincenz Torrio in the first place, so maybe this will turnout for the best."<br><br>She gently wipes her nose with her indexfinger, her bare shoulders shock a bit as she tries hard not to break down and cry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 08:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick stared deeply into her eyes, his lips still pursed as he looked upon her features. 'If only there was some way I could apologize... To calm her down.' He thought as he watched her appear on the brink of sobbing.<br><br>He closed his eyes, but the sight of her looking so sullen was still fresh in his mind. "Don't cry." Patrick whispered, and a moment later his lips were pressed against Francesca's. Yet this time, he did not dare part from her, kissing her more passionately as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 08:33:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a mild, surprised squeal, as he pulled her closer to him, her eyes winded considerably, taken by surprise. After a small, overwhelmed struggle she relaxes however, savoring the kiss. Gingerly she wraps her arms around his neck.<br><br>"What are you doing, Francesca DiChiara?" a voice booms in her head "How can you allow this <em>Mick</em> to touch you like that ? Have you forgotten who you are ? Have you forgotten who he is ? What he did to you?"<br><br>No, she had not. But right now, she could do with some comforting. And this was very comforting.<br>And nice. She had kissed with boys before, small, shy, awkward kisses. Vincenzo had given her polite, obligatory ones. But she had not been kissed like this. And, <em>Sancta Maria</em>, she enjoyed it, even is, or perhaps even just because, it was a very wrong thing to do.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 09:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick closed his eyes and moved his hands up Francesca's back, keeping his lips pressed against hers passionately. He had feared what she might say when he allowed her to speak, he feared the very silence that would follow- so he merely continued the kiss, for as long as he could.<br><br>The man's hands found themselves upon her bare back, tantalizingly exploring her skin with his fingertips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 23:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not protest, squirm or push him away. His warm hands on her cold skin, his lips demanding. <br>He couldn't be sure if she was just letting this happen because she had little other choice or exactly <br>because she chose to let him.<br><br>Her eyes are also closed and she feels the urge to lift her left foot up, making soft, enjoying noises <br>as she explores this kiss, the passion, the movement, savoring it like none other kiss she has ever gotten.<br><br>Trembling fingers slide into Patricks hair, slowly moving over his scalp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 06:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man kissed Francesca more passionately, his fingers nearly upon the hook of her bra before he drew his lips away and looked into her eyes with his own brown orbs.<br><br>"I..." He began hesitantly, "I'm sorry for... all of this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 11:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he let her go, it was as if someone pulled her away while she was just floating to the light at the end of the tunnel. There was a sudden snap back into reality.<br><br>Her body was weak and trembling, if it hadn't been for his support she would probably have stumbled backwards. There was a mixture of hurt and anger in her dark eyes. She swallowed and did her best to keep her breathing as even as possible.<br><br>"Sorry ?" She said with a wavering voice, barely able to keep it from shooting into a high pitch.&nbsp; "You break into a church on my wedding day, grope me, sedate me, tie me up in this....dirty basement and signed your death warrant by doing all that. But you are <em>sorry</em> for <em>kissing</em> me ? "<br><br>She pushed against his chest, wanting for him to let her go, her body rushing with adrenaline and with the budding feeling of arousal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 12:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick winced at her tone, but he did not let go of her. "No..." he whispered as he closed his eyes and looked away. He opened his mouth as if to continue speaking, but all he could utter was a sigh.<br><br>He was ashamed, of both losing sight of his professionalism...but also of kidnapping her in the first place. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, then looked into her eyes, whispering, "I can't say it enough...but I'm <em>sorry</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 12:58:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is lost when he looks at her that way, this hardened criminal watching her in shame and confusion. Her mood softens, her heart goes out for him.<br><br>"I..it's alright, Patrick." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mind..." She licks her lips and lowers her lashes a bit, looking up from underneath them. "I... I actually...quite liked it. We...we don't have to tell anyone this happened..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 19:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man looked away for a moment, staring idly into the wall as he contemplated... 'No...' Patrick thought to himself, 'Don't think too hard.'<br><br>He paused, then brought himself close to her again, kissing her more passionately as his fingertips explored more of her exposed skin, gently dancing upon her shoulder blades before they went back to the hook of her bra. 'Don't think' he reminded himself as he closed his eyes and began undressing her, his tongue soon pressing between their lips and rubbing against her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 23:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She exhaled as he kissed her again, her body weak in his hold, moving slowly under his warm hands, roaming. For a moment she opened her eyes, watching this stranger as he let his tongue dance against hers, his fingers slowly undoing her bra. It sprang open and immediately fell, since there were no shoulderstraps to hold it. Her dress had slit down to her hips and her whole upper body was exposed to him.<br><br>For an Italian she was rather pale, her breasts full and inviting even if there was a mild tension in her shoulders, standing here, before this man, showing herself to him in a way she had never shown herself.<br><br>"Slut" she could hear her fathers voice say, as well as the sound of the beating that would follow, should he ever find out. But this was her wedding night after all. She had not be able to imagine it with her groom to be, but she could have never even think of this... giving herself to a stranger in a dark and dirty basement.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 00:07:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick's breathe grew more rapid and uneven, and he pulled upon Francesca's lower lip with his teeth. He looked into her eyes and quelled any more doubt within his mind, merely living for the moment. His tongue and lips explored her neck and collar, breathing heavily upon her skin as his touch went lower and lower down her chest.<br><br>He put his hands upon her hips, still clad in the white bridal gown, and gently took her nipple within his mouth, savoring the touch of her skin as he licked and kissed her exposed breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 00:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a rustle of her petticoat, pressing against her calves and thighs, which seemed so much more sensitive to those kind of caresses now.<br><br>And there was the loud moan of unadulterated, unleashed surprising pleasure as he touched her rapidly hardening nipple. She tossed her head back, spine curved, her hands flexing on his shoulders.<br><br>Her tummy moved fast with the breathing that became harder, even as she tried to regulate it. She looked down on him and whispered:"That was...incredible..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 00:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick looked up at her, his tongue still upon her nipple as he arched his eyebrows curiously. "Is this..." he whispered, "-your first time with a man, Francesca?"<br><br>He stood up straight again, staring at her, concerned as he fondly rubbed the sides of her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 00:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed slightly and nodded in silence with a bit of a rueful grin on her face<br><br>"You know who my father is. Do you think anyone else who knew dared as much as to even lay a finger on me ? Vincenzo was going to be the very first."<br><br>She slides a hand to his face, looking a bit embarrassed. "So..why do you ask ? Did I do anthing wrong ? Am I not doing it like I'm supposed to ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 01:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick shook his head, "Nah." he replied with a reassuring smile, "It's.. nothing you have to worry about."<br><br>He quickly went back to pleasuring her breasts and nipples, fondly rubbing one of them with his palm as he sucked upon the other. Patrick closed his eyes as he concentrated fully upon his ministrations on her breast, going slow and steady with her body so she would be full prepared for him, if she even intended to let him get this far...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 01:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had every signs of that. Her body, so nubile and responsive to his actions at least could lead him to such conclusions. Every single touch was met with a sigh, every single nip provoked a groan, her body smooth and flexible in his hold. As if she had been waiting for this. As if she had been waiting for him to take her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 23:50:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick's tongue and lips ventured further down her body, to her belly. He kissed her skin daintily as his hands wandered down her exposed flesh and to her waist, tugging down on her petticoat as the touch of his lips drew closer and closer to her loins...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 23:56:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hissed feverish, her hands in his hair, curling, touching, scratching, watching his face lower.<br>His tongue left a warm, wet trail that rapidly cooled on her skin, in the cold air of the basement.<br><br>She watched him with open mouth, pushing slightly with her hips, more on instinct than on purpose.<br>"Patrick..." She whispered. Just his name, no plea, no demand, no question. Her fingers moved to his shoulders, under his suspenders, slowly sliding them down his shoulders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 05:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francesca was soon completely unclothed, her bridal gown in a pile around her feet. He looked upon her lingerie longingly, his breath getting heavier as he anticipated the sight of what was beneath. But Patrick stood straight again, looking into her eyes as his hands wandered up and down her bare body...<br><br>Had she looked down at that moment, she could see Patrick's noticable erection was the only thing keeping his pants on with the suspenders hanging limply from his hips, though he seemed barely conscious of it, himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 15:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pristine white fineries were made to be seen, for an occasion like this, though perhaps quite not like <em>this</em> in particular.&nbsp; Satin and lace, frail and enticing, a frilly garter holding up fine spun white stockings and a white, soft, smooth pantie. Her upper body completely uncovered, her young breasts swaying somewhat with the movement of her breathing, her dark round nipples standing at attention.<br><br>Very self conscious she stood before him, aware of his eyes, not used to these kind of glances, unsure of her body and of what to do. She lowered her eyes, fidgetted with her hands. And as she lowered she saw his growing anticipation. She swallowed slightly, lifted her head up and whispered "I don't know what to do now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 08:14:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked into her eyes then, smiling warmly. "You don't have to do anything." Patrick whispered softly as he put his hands around her waist and guided her towards the chair. "Relax..." he cooed, easing her body into the chair.<br><br>Keeping his gaze locked upon Francesca's eyes, he slipped his fingers beneath the top of her underwear and began to slowly pull them down her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 18:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francesca let him lower her down into the chair, smiling slightly as he tried to soothe her, calm her. Her tiny fingers were trembling as they reached out for him.&nbsp; She held her breath as she watched him, kneeling before her, his warm, slightly rough hands on her the tender tanned skin of her thighs, sliding the tiny white satin piece of clothing down, exposing the soft folds of her femininity, slightly hidden behind a thin, well groomed mass of dark curls. She repressed the urge to cover herself as he could look right up into the very core of her. Pink lips waited, glistening, inviting and untouched.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 19:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Patrick slipped her underwear off of her delicate feet, he drew his mouth towards the inside of her thigh, kissing her skin softly as he slowly approached her sex.<br><br>His hands found themselves upon her hips, fondly massaging her as he closed his eyes and pressed his mouth up to her lips. His slid out from his mouth and ran lines up and down her sex, testing Francesca's every reaction to his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 19:38:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed lightly in her chair, following him with her eyes in mild surprise. She was curious about his kisses, at that spot. Her sisters had told her about being kissed there, though usually it seemed only be done to convince a girl to do other things. She had already stated she was willing to...receive him. What did it mean of a man still kissed your thighs if he knew they were ready for him ?<br><br>It felt nice, gave her a tingly feeling in the whole area, so warm, so wet, comforting but exciting. And then he actually kissed her ...flower... and his tongue moved all over her junction, that was already quite wet of its own. Her hips pushed up on their own accord. She put her hand over her mouth and bit down on the back, close to her thumb. It smothered her little cries. Her eyes were wide and trained at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 20:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His head moved up and down as he parted his lips and ran his tongue up and down her lips, adding the moisture of his mouth to her own as he pleasured her. Patrick wrapped his lips around her clit, gently sucking at it as his hands wandered up and down her body, giving her a sensual massage as he opened his brown eyes and regarded her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 20:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She has her back pressed against the backlean of the chair, her hair spilling behind her as she cranes her neck. "Oh..."&nbsp; She hisses with wide eyes, her hands flapping, then gripping the armleans of the chair as he suckles her little protruding nub. Her mouth is open wide, shocked as she looks down at him, her tunnel even tight to his tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 05:56:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick closed his eyes again, focusing solely upon his ministrations. He lowered his head, moving his tongue to part the folds of her sex and gently slide it within her wetness. Patrick pressed his face against her, then, slipping his tongue deep within her as the short hairs upon her skin ran up against his nose and above his mouth.<br><br>He drew away then, his tongue seeming almost reluctant to leave her. Patrick stared into her eyes, smiling sweetly as he stood up and loomed over her, sensually running his hands up and down her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 07:57:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was surprised by how tender and sweet this felt, his whole focus just on her and she just knew her first time with Vincenzo would have never been like this. Ripple after ripple of pleasure went through her. Her hands moved to his hair, stroking it right until he decided to get up.<br><br>She wanted to plead to him not to stop but as she looked into his eyes and saw the smile upon his face she couldn't help but to smile herself. She craned her neck, shifting her body slightly so he could touch her better, her fingers gingerly dwelt over his arms. "That was...wonderful" she whispered, a bit of a blush creeping to her face.<br><br>She sat beneath him, her young, trembling, naked body pale against the wooden chair, even if her skin had a Mediterranean color.&nbsp; Her long dark tresses fell on her shoulder, her pink lips shun and her dark eyes looked at him in admiration as only a girl her age could look at her first lover. Starry eyed, curious and a bit intimidated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 10:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick stared at her for a long time, his erection all the more obvious as he panted and struggled for air. His fond and affectionate expression turned apprehensive, and he furrowed his brow. Patrick leaned back, standing up straight as he backed away. "I've...got to take a cold shower..or something." He said, running his hand through his hair as he looked away.<br><br>"I'm...not going to be your first, Francesca. At least... not that way." He said, keeping his eyes away from her alluring form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 19:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see it on her face. With those few simple words he had managed to break her heart. She blinked, her eyes got an intense hurt look, her mouth opened slowly, but only a gasp came out.<br><br>"You...you're not ...?"&nbsp; She closed her legs and covered her breasts by crossing her arms over it, suddenly looking so much younger and vulnerable than the willing young woman he had just pleasured. "Why not.." Her voice was small, like a little wounded animal. "W...what did I do wrong ?" <br><br>From her broken eyes tears started to fall as she curled up in the chair, her knees against her chest, face against her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 04:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did nothing wrong!" He mumbled forcibly, his breath still a bit labored.<br><br>"I should have never even done this." Patrick said, exhaling deeply as he turned away and put his hands on his hips, "You should forget about me once this is all over. And I should do the same to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 07:30:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes, those huge dark doe eyes that had looked at him in so many ways today, meek, afraid, pleading, crying, surprised, seductive, &nbsp;they caught fire. Scalding hot fire.<br><br>She jumped out of the chair, right at him, standing in front of him, on her toes, her face close to his. <br>She lashed out to him with a flat, outstretched hand, the slap resounding as it made impact on his cheek.<br><br>There was an avalanche of Italian words which meanings would be lost in translation. But not the tone of her voice or her enraged glare.<br><br>"You ! you are just as bad as the rest of them. No. Worse. &nbsp;Look at me ! Look what you did to me !" <br>She took a step back, emphasizing her nakedness, her still tingling hand with the palm out next to her body.<br>"And now you refuse me ? Am I not good enough ? Are you afraid ? Are you just a coward as the rest of them ?"<br><br>Somehow there was irony in the fact that, after all the crimes that he had commited today, she was yelling at him for his decency not to take advantage of her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 08:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick merely stood still, taking her abuse as she spouted it at him. His cheek reddened from her palm, and he grit his teeth and turned back towards her. "Maybe you'd rather I tie you back up and leave you alone to rot in this place!?" He shouted angrily, furrowing his brow at her.<br><br>He clenched his fist and drew it back, as if to hit her... But he was instead struck by the sight of his childhood crush... Patrick's fist fell down like a hammer upon his own thigh, and not a moment later his fingers were upon her cheeks and his palm had been planted firmly upon her mouth to silence her. "Be quiet." he commanded between his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 18:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her initial anger turned into fright quite fast as he started to do some shouting of his own. <br>The drawn fist made her cringe, turn her face and lift her hands.<br><br>As he pushed his hand over her mouth, her eyes grew, both of her hands grab his strong wrist. Her body squirmed away as far as she could while he held her tightly, hmpfing loudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 08:06:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Calm down..." he said, as much to her as himself, staring deeply into her eyes with his own, so full of anger.<br><br>He closed his eyes then, breathing hard out of his nostrils as he began to settle. He forced her down back onto the chair, looming over her threateningly as he maintained that emotionless guise.<br><br>"Don't scream." He said, slowing lifting his hand off of her lips, "I don't <strong>want</strong> to hurt you...but if I must..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 08:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sobbed, quivering as he pushed her down and his demeanor changed. Their respective roles fell back into the pattern again. She didn't say a word after he freed hour mouth, just watched him as her huge dark eyes filled with tears. <br><br>She was naked with only her garter and stockings on, her dress in a cloud of white fabric at her feet, her dark hair loose, some streaks of soot on her face. Yes, reality was restored. He loomed over her, the cold hardened criminal that had abducted her over the frail, scared, naked youngest daughter of the DiChiara Family, his victim.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vendetta (Bluerose &amp; Inerrant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 10:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick looked away, unable to bear the sight of her crying as she was. He leaned back into a standing position and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he clenched his eyes shut.<br><br>There was a long pause, and then he raised his eyes up to her face, regarding her as stoicly as he had when she was first taken down into this dark basement.<br><br>"Put some clothes on..." He said as he leaned forward to collect her wedding gown, "I'll have this washed so you can use it again one day..."<br><br>Patrick carried the white dress underneath his arm, looking back at her one last time as he thought of binding her back up in ropes... He shook his head and left the basement, leaving Francesca alone to her thoughts once again.
			</dd>
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