It was supposed to be a routine shopping trip... (Sir_Nanoki and Zaila)
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				Title: <strong>It was supposed to be a routine shopping trip... (Sir_Nanoki and Zaila)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaila</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 02:01:47</strong>
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				(http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f368/erianna_delancre/Cianna/oldercianna.jpg)<br><br>You never think it's going to happen to you.&nbsp; Sure you hear about it on the news all the time: "A girl's gone missing and has yet to be found.&nbsp; Authorities say she was taken while shopping with her friends."&nbsp; It's the same story and we're surrounded by it, but egocentrism gets in the way of being cautious when in open areas.&nbsp; Amaya made this mistake while doing some close shopping with a few friends.&nbsp; She strayed from the group of four for just a moment to go into a store they had no interest in, but...never came out.&nbsp; A man approached her, sprayed something in her face, and she was rendered unresponsive.&nbsp; To any person walking by, it just looked like she had a blank expression on her features, but, outside of that, everything seemed normal.&nbsp; She was marched out past her friends, her brain not triggering that she should look back and scream for help.&nbsp; Within moments she was being thrown in the back of a van, her wrists bound behind her back and her ankles tied.&nbsp; A needle was plunged into her arm to deliver a powerful drug that knocked her out in thirty seconds flat.&nbsp; <br><br>She was unconscious the entire ride and, as a result, had no way of tracking landmarks just in case she escaped.&nbsp; The men watched her closely, three of the five eyeing her with hunger in their eyes, but they had their orders and wouldn't dare stray from them.&nbsp; You see.. Amaya matched the exact credentials a millionaire of The Facility was looking for.&nbsp; The organization was a black market idea that asked millionaires to fill out applications asking specific questions about the girl they wished to enslave.&nbsp; Once the application was made, the men went searching for a girl that matched the specifications.&nbsp; Amaya happened to be unlucky enough to match all the specifications on the Colorado millionaire's application.&nbsp; Still drugged, she was carted into the house, since the owner would have been told to keep the door open, and was dropped in the middle of the entry hall.&nbsp; The men stayed to wait for payment, customary for delivery, and would leave as soon as they received it.&nbsp; &nbsp;In about a half hour's time, Amaya would be waking and be angry, confused, frightened, and enraged... Hopefully the guy could deal with that and subdue it before she got out of control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It was supposed to be a routine shopping trip... (Sir_Nanoki and Zaila)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 02:44:59</strong>
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				When Thomas had approached him about joining a small group of millionaires he had asked for more information, but when he had found out what they had in mind he had told them he wanted no part of it.&nbsp; However Thomas had been his friend for longer than he could remember, they had joined the Army right out of High School and they had served their country as Rangers.&nbsp; Their partents had more than enough money for them to live comfortably for a good number of years, but the stuborn teens they were they had to do things on their own.&nbsp; For Michael his parents had passed just after joining the Rangers, it had been tough to get the leave to get things in order but he had and his parents left everything to him.&nbsp; His mother and father had been well known through out the state and country with their charitable donations, and with his father's national law firm while his mother's clothing designs there were very few people that did not know the Jacobs name.&nbsp; Most of the friends his parents had knew him since he was little and many considered him as family, many of them had even helped him take care of everything while he was away.&nbsp; He was retired now after taking a debilitating injury to his leg in a combat situation, he had received several medals for for it but none meant anything since he was only doing his job.&nbsp; Being twenty-six and having had a bullet tear through your theigh was something he never would have imagined when he enlisted all those years ago.<br><br>Having gotten a call from Thomas he was told that there would be a delivery and how much the delivery men would have to be payed, Thomas had said it was something to occupy his mind and it was an early birthday present.&nbsp; When he had been told that it was a woman to enslave, and that he should remember back to how they had been treated growing up to deal with her.&nbsp; Standing at the top of the stairs he watched silently unimpressed as the hired abductors dropped the woman on the floor, shaking his head the man sighed and motioned one of the butlers over with their payment to get the ingorant bastards out of his home.&nbsp; They had no regaurd for his home or for the young woman they had picked up, and blatantly threw the young woman on the floor which angred him even more.&nbsp; Once the elderly man had payed them what was owed he ushered them out of the house, not wanting them to come in contact with the young man whom owned the house.&nbsp; Limping down the stairs he moved quietly to the young woman to see if there had been any damage done, because if there had there would be hell to pay and everyone even those in charge of the retreval service knew how dangerous it could be.&nbsp; With a shrug he lifted the woman taking her down to the basement where he had indulged in some fantasies of a few of the women he had been with, but none of them could handle it when he got going.<br><br>(http://weblog.timoregan.com/uploaded_images/pat-tillman-730221.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: It was supposed to be a routine shopping trip... (Sir_Nanoki and Zaila)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaila</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:23:03</strong>
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				A half hour had gone by right around the time Michael was limping down the stairs towards her.&nbsp; Whatever drug it was they'd given her, it was wearing off and she was slowly slipping back into consciousness.&nbsp; Lids winced as she groaned slightly, lashes fluttering as she started to wake.&nbsp; At first, her mind a was a blur, along with her vision, confusion etched into her features as she looked around at her surroundings.&nbsp; As reality set in, her chest tightened and the bindings on her wrists and ankles became clear.&nbsp; The sound of footsteps behind her caused her to jump, rolling motions bringing her into a sitting position so she could see her captor.&nbsp; "Where am I!&nbsp; Why have you done this to me?!&nbsp; I don't have anything... My family's poor.. You won't get ransom you know!"&nbsp; <br><br>She struggled against the binds, but only succeeded in causing herself pain as the rope chafed against her skin.&nbsp; Realizing he wasn't going to let her go until she proved to be trustworthy enough to be released, she settled and growled low in her throat, turning her gaze to the side.&nbsp; "Please...Please just let me go... I'm not worth anything to you..."&nbsp; He didn't look like a mean guy.&nbsp; Maybe she could strike at his compassion and make him feel disgusted with himself for taking her in the first place.&nbsp; When a couple moments of silence had gone by, she became frustrated again and started struggling anew.&nbsp; "God damn it!&nbsp; Just fucking let me go!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It was supposed to be a routine shopping trip... (Sir_Nanoki and Zaila)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:02:47</strong>
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				As he heard her words he snorted slightly shaking his head, closing his eyes for a moment he knew that she could not leave since he had her so there was only one thing to do.&nbsp; "Well that's unfortunate, however if a ransom was going to be given you sure as hell wouldn't be here in my home.&nbsp; I've done nothing except gotten you away from men whom would have probably raped and killed you."&nbsp; She was in his home, she had seen his face and there was no way he would deal with any legal reprocussions for something Thomas did.&nbsp; Sighing he shook his head again telling himself that Thomas would have to get his ass kicked for this, since Thomas would be turning twenty-seven this week he would be able to do so then.&nbsp; His own birthday would be the week after Thomas' so it would be a little tough on everyone, but they had been Rangers so it would be a little easier.<br><br>As she struggled he chuckled slightly, it seemed that the kidnappers were a little more competent than he gave them credit for.&nbsp; Michael knew that it would be tough on her to adjust to the situation she found herself in, but the quicker she did the easier and better it would be on her.&nbsp; "You're worth more than you give yourself credit for."&nbsp; He asnwered with out thinking, because he had heard things like that all too often while he was in the service.&nbsp; The Drill Instructors would always say things to try and get people discouraged, and in Basic he knew too many that had come to beleive it but he tried to get them to see it from a different point of view.&nbsp; "Watch your language!"&nbsp; He bit out, she was in his house using such language and it made him wonder if her parents had not taught her better mannors.
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