Moment of Impact // Blamon Flashback
The creak of a door opening and the sudden light streaming in through the crack awoke Blair with a violent start. Gasping, she slid up in the small cot she'd been tossed in, wrapping her arms tight around herself defensively. The husky guard was not the slightest bit disturbed by her actions as he strode over and yanked her from the bed with one tight hand around her arm. Blair started to struggle, but she was so weak. She wasn't sure how long she'd been kept here in this dark, cold closet of a room, but in the meantime, she had only been given one meal of some burnt bread and some kind of stew . Normally Blair would have rather thrown a fit than eat such an undesirable course, but she had been so hungry that she had force it down all the same. It hadn't done much to get her strength up, though, and the way her body shook all the time made her think that maybe she'd been drugged. Not one to give in quietly however, Blair opened her mouth and took in a deep breath, preparing for what would surely be a blood-curdling scream, when the goon yanked her dark hair back. He twisted the strands in his fist until she whimpered in pain. "Basso, principessa..." the man said in fluent Italian, and while Blair didn't know what the words meant, he got his point across with another tug of her hair. "No one will hear your screams now." From behind, he kicked his foot against the back of her knee, causing her to lose her balance and stumble against him. He easily lifted her and tossed the petite girl over his shoulder. "Someone wants to meet you." The abrupt change in position caused her head to spin and Blair quickly passed out. When she awoke again, the young girl found herself back on a bed. Twisting, she felt the smooth material underneath her and realized this was not the cot she was in before. As she looked around, she saw a large four-poster bed with silk sheets beautifully made. She almost relaxed, thinking that she had simply woken up from a nightmare in some hotel room, but then she realized her hand was cuffed to one of the posters above her head. Suddenly anxious again, she moved up the bed and began to fiddle with the metal, finding it secure when a deep Italian voice from behind her caused her to turn. "Angelo was right. You are quite the beauty." Blair twisted somewhat, hindered by the tightness of the handcuff. She had never seen this man before her, but the gaze he leveled on her made her blood run cold. He grinned at her wickedly as he stepped towards the bed, removing his coat. "Who are you? What the hell do you want? My parents will pay the ransom money, whatever you ask!" Blair tried to keep her voice calm, but as the stranger kept approaching , unbuttoning his shirt all the while, her tone grew shrill. "It is not money I want, my dear." With his free hand, he Gestured around the room. "As you can see, money is no object." he drew nearer still, sitting next to her on the bed while Blair moved as far away as she could. "No, no, I do not want money, I have all the money I may need. But beauty, that is something I do not have enough of." Blair cringed as he lifted a hand to her cheek, stroking it almost gently. "And you are very beautiful, very bellissima." It took only a split second for the stronger and bigger man to pull Blair across the bed, push her onto her back and straddle her with his legs, pinning her down. He ripped at her underwear, tearing it at the seams as Blair began to scream. One hand came up to cover her mouth, muffling the noise. "Bellissima puttana. Do you know what that means, little girl?" Tears started to flow freely from Blair's eyes as she shook her head, not so much in response to his question but to the whole situation. She couldn't believe this was happening, not to her. "Mio bellissima puttana. It means beautiful slut. My beautiful slut." he removed his hand from her mouth to unbutton his pants, and Blair screamed.