On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)
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				Title: <strong>On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 05:40:35</strong>
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				The light flickered on to reveal a homely apartment, its walls scuffed or peeling and wooden floor littered with all manner of clothes, empty pizza boxes, tins and other rubbish. “What a mess,” came the obvious from Revy’s partner, detective Callen. “Mhm,” she replied half-heartedly, observing the boarded up windows. Without a word, Revy stepped deeper into the ramshackle home while Callen ordered the female officer which accompanied them to stay by the door.<br><br>As usual there didn’t look to be anything of use, the kidnapper’s MO of perfection going as strong as ever. And even if the lead was solid and there was something, it’d take forever to sift through all the garbage to find it. “I’m going to check the bedroom,” she tried to inform her partner, only to see him already making his move on the officer; a sight which elicited little more than an annoyed huff from her as she proceeded.<br><br>Unfortunately her trip yielded little results, with the bedroom in as much of a mess as the rest of the place, leaving her again with nothing but a heavy workload ahead; a fact which perturbed her enough to break protocol as she collapsed in frustration onto the bed, only to be forced up and coughing from the ensuing dust. “Who are we kidding,” she pondered angrily; it’d felt as if nobody had been in the dump for months.<br><br>Sighing, Revy sat quietly on the edge of the mattress, only rousing at a glint from the badge on her belt off the tall cracked mirror ahead. Lazily she gazed at her reflection, her all-black ensemble looking darker than ever in the light of the room and under her heavy mood. From her short black hair, to her turtle-neck jersey, mini-skirt and sleek knee-high boots, the young detective contrasted greatly with her messy surroundings. Still, the weariness in her eyes was plain and so, grudgingly, she decided to call it a day and rose from her position.<br><br>She never saw it coming; a strong grip, followed by the smell of chloroform, knocking her out quickly and efficiently. At best she managed a small muffled protest.<br><br>When Revy finally came to she was greeted by only darkness and the stuffy air of the bag around her head. She instantly tried to get up but her bound hands caught her by surprise and she fell forward. Shuffling back into a seated position she tried to make sense of her predicament but soon realized, whether she was still in the apartment or several miles away, there was no way to tell. <br><br>Frightened, she uttered a small, “Hello?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 06:59:10</strong>
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				Dean smiled wickedly, as he was staring at the camera screens. His newest pray was sitting there, struggling with herself to get up or free herself from her bounds, yet failing miserably. He had been kidnapping girls before, the police utterly clueless and unable to track him down. And now, he had kidnapped the head investigator on his case. A work of art... and this one was so pretty, he might even keep her.<br><br>His previous victims had been much younger, barely reaching adulthood, and kidnapped, tamed and then sold to rich men with particular tastes. They asked, he delivered. And no one ever complained.<br><br>This would be his masterpiece, though. He would make her beg and scream, to stop, to continue... she would be his, hating it, loving it.<br><br>Entering the room, he gazed at her real form. Her curves looked even better for real, than on the screen. He approached her and ran a hand up from her calf, over her thigh, up her chest till it grabbed the bag, pulling it away from her head.<br><br>"Hello there. I believe you were looking for me?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 07:27:35</strong>
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				She flinched at the touch of his hand, its wandering fingers causing chills to run the length of her spine as she was forced to endure; unable to put up any worthwhile resistance. At one point she was tempted to kick out but simultaneously a little too frightened to; unsure of what the consequences might be. At the very least her captor had the courtesy to remove the uncomfortable hood, letting her breath easy once again.<br><br>Revy squinted as the darkness was lifted, still too disorientated to make out anything specific; like the room she was in or the man before her. It didn’t take a detective to realize what had happened however. “Are you insane; do you know what you’ve done?” she asked incredulously, even while knowing it probably mattered little to him. Struggling with her bindings she glared up at the man, contemplating a way to get out of the fix she found herself as she waited for a response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 23:44:30</strong>
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				"Yes. No the the insane, yes to the knowing what I have done. I have caught myself the prize I was looking for. At first, I didn't realize it was you, but now, I ecided to reward my efforts by taking you. Literally and figuratively." He casually told her, as if he was merely discussing the new curtains with his wife, not the new state of affairs with his kidnapped pursuer.<br><br>He gazed at her, lustfully as he cupped her cheek. He smirked, evilly as he informe her, "And you know what? I will torment you, play with you... and in time, you will like it so much you will simply beg me for more. All the other ones did..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:07:00</strong>
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				She almost gagged at the thought of what he considered to be his just reward but, rather than express her displeasure through the list of expletives flooding her mind, she instead took the chance to snap her teeth at the presumptuous fingers cupping her cheeks; a brief but vicious looking snarl acting as a small warning of what was to come should he try anything funny. "Torture me all you like, I'll never beg for anything from you," she stated defiantly, tucking her true fear away quite nicely in the act of false bravado and anger.<br><br>"My friends will be here soon anyway and I swear, once our roles are reversed, I'm going to pay you back tenfold for even the slightest touch; you'll be the begging for jail by the time we're all done." It was a little overboard but she felt a little safer throwing around threats, even if idle at the time, and hopefully coaxing the guy into realizing what a big mistake he'd made. Although, she somehow doubted he'd be throwing in the towel just by that small rant but every second she stalled was worth it in her mind at this very moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Wrong End of a Case (Arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:16:27</strong>
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				He smiled superiorily at her defiance and her resistance. Before he crushed her spirit.<br><br>"I am afraid your friends won't find you here. You are no longer in the United States after all, so they won't even be able to look for you properly. And trust me... you will beg."<br><br>He pulled his hands away from her cheeks, as her biting came periliously close to actually hitting one of his fingers.<br><br>He pulled out two ropes and a knife. He tied her feet to the legs of the chiar, forcing her to keep sitting, even if her handcuffs prevented her from moving much already. Tying her legs like this also had the added advantage of spreading them forcefully. He then used to knife to slowly cut away every single piece of clothing...<br><br>"You will be begging, I promise..." He whispered, as he cut away her bra, then her panties with the knife, revealing her nude body to him.
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