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i'm a wanderess i'm a one night stand don't belong to no city don't belong to no man independant fandomless original character. written by nikki.

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“then you’re gonna have a husband and family who miss you VERY much, aren’t you?” elias is glad he picked her. she’s keeping herself as calm as she can. usually, people who are freaking out and crying at this point. he has to give her props for being so relaxed when he has a knife pressed against her hip. “what’s your name, darlin’? or are you okay with me just calling you pet names all evening?” either way, he was going to keep doing it. knowing their names gave him something to roll around in his mouth when he wanted to relish in the glory of his SADISM. “oh, i know i am, princess. always have been. i was BORN with a sick mind and a sick heart. oh, i like the ones who play hard to get.” he looks down at her hands outstretched in front of her, a soft chuckle escaping his pink lips. with his free hand, he grabs one of her wrists and TWISTS. he hears the audible SNAP and CRACK and he’s not sure if it’s broken or just really, really badly twisted and sprained. either way, she’s going to be in an immense amount of pain. the second he lets go, he slams his hand over her mouth to keep any noise contained. he hasn’t gotten this far for her to ruin it now with her SCREAMS.

“i’m not gonna give you that pleasure. call me whatever the fuck you want.” she bites back without missing a beat, almost sounding proud. her ma had always said her snark and rudeness would be the DEATH of her one day, and she’s starting to think that day might as well be today. she doesn’t respond to anything else he says, to busy debating whether she should just give up and do whatever he says she should do. then MAYBE, just maybe ── she can make it out of this alive. she doesn’t have a lot of time to dwell on her thoughts as she feels his hands on her, and within a second a FIERY pain spreads through her entire arm as her wrist is twisted and twisted. she loses her calm demeanour, then, trying to let out a scream, but it ends up sounding more like a whimper with his hand covering her mouth. with the other hand, she aimed a hard punch to his chest, although most of her energy was focused on her broken wrist.

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he watches her, hand reaching back into his jeans to curl his fingers around the handle of the knife tucked into them. elias’ mouth tugs up on one side, a smirk slowing forming as he watches her force herself not to scream. this is one of his favourite parts. the sheer PANIC that they feel before he has the most fun of his life. every single time he does this, it’s more fun than the last. if elias had thought the first time was fantastic, he could only imagine what the last would be like. 

for a moment, he paused at her words, narrowing his eyes to determine if she was telling the truth or not. of course, he didn’t know for sure. but it wasn’t going to stop him. he risked far too much every time he did this to just let her GO. if she told someone, it would be the end for him. god forbid his parents ever found out. oh, and his sister. no. not a chance in HELL. “bullshit.” he stepped closer to her, removing the knife from his jeans and holding it at his side, twisting it slowly in his hand, the light hitting it and making it SHINE. “make sure you keep that pretty mouth shut or i’ll have to gag you, sweetheart.” he was right in front of her by now, the smirk fully formed now, eyes travelling over the length of her body as he pressed the tip of his knife against her hip. “i’m not gonna kill ya, doll. i’m just gonna hurt you REAL bad.” and then he’d kill her.

“i have a husband. i have a family. someone will find you, i swear to god. let me GO. i won’t tell anybody, if i can get away from here without you following me.” her voice is still as calm and loud as she can get it to be, although it falters a bit when she sees him approaching. the knife he pulls out of his pockets doesn’t really have an effect on her. she’s used to knives, working with criminals on a daily basis.  she’d been unsure before whether she was seeing things when she noticed the glint in his eyes before, but the smirk that is etched upon his face makes the SADISTIC motive behind this completely clear. it is the only thing that has managed to make her sick to her very stomach in a long, long time. she lets out a scared breathe as the knife presses against her body, careful to stay as still as possible. “you’re SICK. i’m not one of those submissive bitches, so i’m not gonna be worth your time.” she spits out at him, arms reaching out in front of her to prevent him from getting any closer

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“i’m well fed.” he shrugs against her, limping still along the sidewalk with her. inhaling sharply, as though he’s in pain, he stops, holding her shoulder to make her stop as well. right by an alley way. it’s dark and secluded, but he can see that there’s nobody down there. “sorry. it’s just playing up a little.” he waits a few moments, breathing shallowly to keep up appearances before he stands up straight, grabs her arm and uses his free hand to cover her mouth and DRAGS her into the empty alley way. elias THROWS her against the furthest wall, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “don’t scream. you’re not going to enjoy this if you SCREAM.”

“could you hurry the fuck up? i —” she doesn’t get a chance to finish her snarky remark as a hand is slapped over her mouth and she’s been dragged into an empty alleyway, barely light up by the lights. of course, the one day she tries to be a decent human being, some crazy freak finds her. her eyes wince as her back hit the wall, the pain SEARING up her spine and into her head. she lets out a small groan of pain, and shakes her head from side to side to get rid of the splitting pain in her head. she opens her mouth to scream, despite his advice, before her eyes finally meet his and she snaps it shut. there had been a few people who’d tried to harm her before, but none had the same look in their eyes as he did. the look in his eyes was almost FERAL, the look a lion would give it’s prey. it made a shiver run up her spine. “let me go. i’ve got a husband at home who knows when i left and the exact route i take. he’ll know i’m missing. he’ll find you. let. me. go.” she tries to keep her voice as stable as possible, trying not to break eye contact. the husband part had been a lie, but she’d read somewhere online that people like this looked for an easy target ─── someone who’d not put up a fight. with her can of pepper spray having out of her pocket during the struggle that had occurred earlier, going with this was her only option to escape without harm.

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“as serious as one can be.” he watches her, waits for her final decision. he can almost see her working things out, trying to find someone she can dump him on so she doesn’t have to deal with him. and that’s why he chose her. because he knew she wouldn’t want to help, but she WOULD. mostly because she had no choice, but not everyone was as sadistic as elias. he would just leave someone on the street if he were in her shoes. thankfully, he wasn’t. “thank you. means a lot.” elias leant himself on her, arm draped over her shoulder to further the illusion of his sprained ankle. he limps along pathetically, holding himself up on her as they make their way to the gas station. of course, they aren’t going to make it there. he’ll find an alley way before they get there to drag her down and RUIN her night.

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“you’re fucking HEAVY, jesus christ.” it comes out almost as a joke, although her face makes it serious that she’s not in the mood for joking. they fall into silence as they walk along, one that aisha doesn’t mind. growing up in the busy and dangerous streets of mumbai as a child, she has enough street smarts to know to not let her guard down. she keeps the hand that is not helping him stand up straight in the pocket of her hoodie, fingers fumbling with the can of pepper spray she’d put in there, for protection. he still doesn’t look much like trouble, face devoid of any malicious intent. yet she knows better than to judge a book by it’s cover, and keeps her eyes trained on the stranger as she keeps walking.

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his brow furrows as he watches the other, hidden away in the shadows. elias prefers to be kept away; stuck in solitude. especially where his HOBBY is concerned. rolling his shoulders back, he inhales sharply before ultimately making his decision. it was this one. it HAD to be. the way that they moved and held themselves. oh, elias was going to have A LOT of fun with this one. 

he slipped out of the alley way, the harsh light from the street lights causing him to blink and shield his eyes for a moment before he adjusted to the change. it didn’t take long for him to catch up to the other, feigning a limp before he composed himself, the knife tucked into the back of his jeans pressed firmly against his warm back. “excuse me? can i.. i’m REALLY sorry for this. but do you.. i’ve really hurt my ankle. would it be possible for you to help me somewhere? walking is a little HARD right now.” he tries for a sympathetic look; he knows it works. his mother always told him that he looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth when he gave her those eyes.

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“are you being serious?” her tone is more annoyed than sympathetic, a combination of her fatigue and hunger making her more irritable than usual. pulling her hoodie closer to her body, she glances around the street quickly, exasperatedly looking for someone else she could call over and dump the situation on. she hadn’t expected anyone to be there anyway, due to the the late hour, but she still couldn’t help the DISAPPOINTED look that crossed her face. she turned to face the individual, barely making out a face illuminated by the flickering street light. he didn’t look like much trouble, his face looking as innocent as it gets. “come on, then. lean on me. there’s a gas station a few blocks over.”