Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]
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				Title: <strong>Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 00:17:11</strong>
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				It was a hot day for Miami. It wasn't usually this hot, but he supposed that he couldn't complain. Jasper slung his navy blazer over his shoulder, whistling a pleased little tune with himself. His father would have been furious to see him walking out in the sunlight - his father always got furious when Jasper got anywhere where he might get burned. His mother, unfortunately long dead, had been Russian and as beautiful as a diamond, pale as lace. It had driven his father mad with desire and now that his mother was dead, his father only had him. He supposed that he could be sympathetic to that, but Miami was so beautiful, and it was hard to stay out of the sun. He tilted his face up and let the warm rays dance over his skin. <br><br>His father was Russian, but dark where his mother had been fair, with black eyes and dark hair, and a heart as dark as his coloring. Jasper had been blessed with his mother's cornsilk hair, almost white, her pale skin, and his father's dark fringe of lashes. His eyes were like a crust of ice, a frozen blue, ringed in blackness. His lips were a playful little cupids bow, frame slim. He was the youngest son of his family, and had been babied his whole life, which was fine all things considered. He was small, at barely five foot six, and delicate. <br><br>He was a musician - a violinist and a pianist and going to a school specifically for musicians - but he was introverted.<br><br>Jasper, between his shyness and his father's profession, had very few friends. <br><br>His father's bodyguards were already out looking for him, he knew. He'd been wandering around without any supervision all day. He'd spent the day at the library and was just taking a shortcut home, through a dark alley. <br><br>He sighed softly and paused, leaning down to tie a loose shoelace. He'd worn some simple black sneakers with his black jeans. He still had on his white button-down. He sighed softly and ran his hand over his brow. His soft hair fell neatly through his fingers and then he got up, strolling slowly through the alleyway once more. One long-fingered hand was holding a worn violin case, but everything else about him was designer. He had a navy tie hanging loose, almost undone, around a slim throat. He swallowed, pink lips parting for a moment, then he smirked faintly.<br><br>Maybe he'd cut across town and grab some ice cream.<br><br>Anything to not having to go home yet. He wasn't ready to go home. The last thing that he wanted to do was deal with his father, deal with his infernal step-mother. He hated it there - his two older brothers were the ones taking over the business, not him. He had no place there. <br><br>He was utterly unaware of everything around him, not looking out for any danger that might come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 21:50:19</strong>
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				Rick watched the boy from his place in the alley, everything had been set up. And things couldn’t be going better…hell the boy’s body guards weren’t even around!&nbsp; He knew that now was the time to strike. Moving quickly, but not at the sacrifice of self control, Rick pulled out the disposable cell phone he had been given and quickly sent a single txt. “package being delivered” he then pulled the battery and memory card out of the phone. Crushing them both under his shoe. Reaching back he pulled out the ski-mask he had selected and pulled it over his face. He then got out of the van. It was a large van normally used to transport furniture or other materials. He’d spent a bit of money on it, removing any distinguishing markings, painting it white, removing any of the windows from the sides, and sound proofing it. <br><br>Once out of the van he began to move towards the boy, sneaking along the side of the ally, sticking to the shadows. He got behind him so that the boy was between him and the van. Then without warning he made his move. Rushing up to him Rick grabbed the boy from behind one hand grabbing him around his slender waist, the other holding the gun to his neck “fight me and you die” he said firmly as he began to half lead half drag the boy towards his van. <br><br>In a matter of seconds he had him to the van and had opened the side door shoving the boy in he quickly jumped in behind him closing the door, which automatically locked behind them. The inside of the van had been converted for just this purpose.&nbsp; There were several eyebolts welded to the floor and walls as well as chains, rope, cuffs and anything else that would be needed to restrain someone. <br><br>Rick, holding the boy by the back of the head pulled him towards an eye bolt on the floor, attached to the eyebolt was a short chain at the end of which was a collar. Without a word he pressed the boy to the ground, using his knee to hold him there. He slipped the collar around the boy’s neck locking it so that it could not be removed, the chain was just long enough to allow the boy to kneel but not long enough to let him stand or move around. Rick smiled and stepped back, he could take his time with the rest of this. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 22:41:12</strong>
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				Jasper had been peacefully strolling through the alley and then...well, that was over more quickly than he'd ever imagined. He dropped his violin case, moved to struggle and immediately stopped when he felt cold metal against his neck, stumbling back with the other man helping him not to fall. His lips pressed into a tight line and he realized that his father had been right about his bodyguards having to always be around him, that bad things could happen. He prayed to every power above that he wasn't about to die. He didn't fight, knowing that he didn't want to startle the man into accidentally slaughtering him, staring up at the van as the other man threw the doors open. He fell to his knees when tossed in, frozen, wincing as he was tugged down by his hair. <br><br>His small hands splayed on the ground, pushing up for a moment until he felt a knee on his back, forcing him down so that he couldn't get up. He let out a soft cry of pain and tried to shove up but he wasn't strong enough to fight and the collar was snapped around his neck with the ease of capturing a kitten. His breath was coming in soft pants, tie brushing the ground where it was mostly undone, the blue silk glittering and glimmering dully in the faint light in the van. He took in a shaking breath and looked up.<br><br>"What do you want with me? I'll pay you whatever you'd like, I swear. Just let me go." He paused, then added, "Please." <br><br>Couldn't hurt to be polite. He couldn't get up, cornsilk hair falling in front of his eyes, not able to move away though there was nothing that he wanted more than that. He knew better than to scream until they got up to a more busy road - maybe someone would hear him there. He was shaking slightly, pale eyes glancing up at the other man, taking him in. <br><br>He was a pretty little thing, delicate if there ever was someone who was, full pink lips parted with the distress of having been taken. <br><br>"Please, I swear that I've never done anything wrong. Please let me go, please..." <br><br>He was shaking slightly, tears filling his pale eyes. He didn't want to be killed and he was certain that he was going to be tortured and then disposed of. He didn't want to be punished for his father's crimes...he wanted nothing less than to be slaughtered because his father had done bad things in his life. He'd never done anything to deserve thisi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 02:39:15</strong>
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				Rick smiled and slowly began to circle the boy, the cameras were already rolling and he knew that the better a show he put on the more he would be getting paid, he wasn’t worried about an interruption. The van was sound proofed, and windowless. <br><br>Rick watched the boy for a few seconds continuing to circle him. The faint tap of his shoes striking the floor of the van the only noise he made. After a minute or so he moved behind the boy. His knife still out and in his right hand. With his left he grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled back hard forcing him to kneel upright with his head back. Rick then began to drag the edge of the blade down the front of the boy’s body. <br><br>“Hold still” he said firmly as he slipped the blade through the boy’s shirt, not deep enough to cut skin but more than enough to cut cloth. Without a word he slid the knife down slowly, a fait ripping noise could be heard as the knife made short work of the boy’s shirt.<br><br>Next he moved the blade down the front of the boy’s pants cutting through the crotch of his under and pants, moving the knife up through each waistband, and then finally through the belt. He then cut along each pant leg and shirt sleeve. Allowing each piece of clothing to flutter to the floor. Once the boy was totally naked he stepped back and looked down at him. “there we go” he said evilly. Wanting to sound as threatening as possible “now this can go one of two ways…either you behave and do as&nbsp; your told…and you might live or you don’t and you die. Which&nbsp; is it gonna be?&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken [Sho and Urbanzorro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 04:21:41</strong>
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				Jasper took in a deep breath, swallowing hard, clearly terrified. His pale eyes tilted up, framed by those thick, sooty lashes, like gems. He bit his bottom lip when he felt the hand in his hair yank his head back and a soft moan escaped him despite himself, a quiet little sound of pain. He shivered from head to toe, terrified, swallowing when he felt the blade run along his skin. He felt his clothes giving way and he nearly passed out in fear - his body went weak for just a second - clearly terrified by the thought of what was happening to him. <br><br>Maybe it wasn't something for his father.<br><br>He had a horrible moment where he thought it might be some serial killer - Florida did seem to have the lion's share, along with California as well, wandering around - that had grabbed him. He didn't say anything for a minute, just swallowing, delicate jawline bobbing faintly as he searched for what words he wanted to say. <br><br>He finally settled on what to tell the other man.<br><br>"I'll be good," he said softly. There didn't seem to be anything else to do. There wasn't anything he could say - and his natural submissive tendencies took over for him - and he looked up. He prayed to any powers above that he wasn't going to die. His heartbeat hammered in his throat, beating there like it would burst out. He didn't know what to do. He was overwhelmed, terrified, tied down to the ground of what was fairly clearly a sound-proofed van. <br><br>He had no idea that there were cameras filming his every move. <br><br>"I'll do whatever you tell me to. Just...please don't kill me. I'll be good, I swear."
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