#cod lesbian

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Big bad Kate Laswell definitely isn’t pathetic while sick. No. Never. She definitely isn’t a whiny mess, as she coughs and blows her nose in the 99th tissue, because she is a strong cia woman - but… but maybe she doesn’t mind her wife fussing over her whenever she is sick, no, she definitely isn’t playing it up a little to get her wife’s attention even more. She only gets to call in sick a few times a year, let her enjoy it.

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Mm something something, Kate who loves to let the boys borrow you and watch the videos they sent her later (in particular when she forces you to watch together with her, touching your sweet cunt as she forces you to tell how it felt in the moment).

She in particular loves when she lets Nikolai borrow you, because he is the one you fear the most. Always so mean, he will use you for hours on end, always keeping you at the edge - only to send you home to Kate without having had an orgasm even once.

Kate loves whenever Nikolai uses your mouth, because the videos she gets are always wonderful; she loves seeing Nikolai’s dick forced down your throat, see how you gag as your face is pressed against his pubes. How he doesn’t let go of your head, only pushing you down harder when you try to tap out, how he coos at you as you struggle to breathe and hits him. How you look afterwards, a real mess with shiny lips and a dizzy, angry look on your face.

Whoever borrows you always bring you back a mess in one way or another and Kate loves taking care of you, her sweet wife, cleaning and kissing you, make sure you eat before she tugs you into bed. If you need it she will get you off and it barely takes anything to make you come and afterwards you’re out like a light.

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Valeria Garza x reader ((i know I have other things to write but this appeared in my mind when I tried to sleep yesterday)) slightly nsfw

You had almost given up on the idea of finding a woman who you dared to love. To even trust someone, to let someone get close enough to see every side of you, bad, good, ugly - bizarre…

beautiful.

Valeria told you that you were beautiful. Told you to repeat it, making you tell it to yourself as you looked in the mirror - her dildo deep inside of you, her fingers touching your clit. She whispered it to you when you cried, she held you close and kissed your cheek. When you showed her your new dress, when she joined you in the shower, when the two of you stumbled home after a night out, when you came back after working all day. Then she would call you beautiful and you were slowly beginning to believe her. Daring to love yourself, just like you loved her.

You had never thought you would love her. She was everything you had wanted and feared at the same time. Confident, sarcastic and strong; you fell for her so easily that it was almost pathetic. She would tease you, call you for her little kitten and you would mewl with the need, no, primal urge to do whatever she wanted.

Your immediate thought when you talked together for the first time, was that she deserved better than what you could ever offer.

Yet, somehow, Valeria Garza pushed her way into your life anyways and now you wanted to offer her everything you could, no matter how little. You had dreamt of coming home to someone forever, dreamt of giving them a kiss and joining them in making food. In a way, you had been so utterly lonely that it had hurt everyday.

It was almost embarrassing how easy it had been for you two to find a rhythm that fit the two of you. Figure out when the other wanted alone time and when to push and not push. It wasn’t that you never clashed and you had your fair share of fights, yet you always managed to figure it out.

Valeria was a big supporter of talking about things, so you would not let it sit and fester, grow into something nasty, for you to catch it before its roots grew and it became an invasive plant in your relationship.

She was there when you got your first tattoo, you were there when she got her new job. When she went to the doctor you held her hand the entire way, knowing she struggled with it. She held your hand when you introduced her to your parents and spoke up for you against your mean step sister when you didn’t dare to yourself.

Moving in together created a clash of your living styles and despite your old lady aesthetic and pink colors mixing with her alternative, darker style, you couldn’t have asked for anything else.

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And the ground began to shake

Reader x Valeria Garza. MDNI. 1.3k ish words. 18+. Smoking. Sexual elements. Slightly dubcon bc they’re both slightly drunk, but they’re both willing participants.

Another song lyric sentence that inspired me to write a oneshot. This time the quote is from “underground” by Cody Fry. ✨This is technically also a part of my lil writing project “Boolger’s cod lesbian agenda.”🤭also, no, I don’t know much about smoking, I’ve only done it three times, lol.

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“You’re doing it wrong.”

At first you didn’t move, unsure whether the woman spoke to you - but who else could she be speaking to? There were only the two of you out here. A part of you hoped she was talking on the phone, but when you looked up, she was closer than she had sounded, stepping into your private space.

“‘Cuse me?” You weren’t sure what else to say, your eyes on the woman.

“You’re doing it wrong,” finally she nodded towards the cigarette in your hand and you immediately had an urge to hide it, “don’t know how to smoke, cariño?”

You looked at her, pursing your lips in annoyance for a moment. She was pretty. Not your usual type. Maybe it was the confidence on her face, the way she had spoken to you. She had a Spanish accent, but she could be from anywhere really. Dark, short hair, leather jacket with a ton of silver studs on, mostly clad in black, big boots. Brown eyes surrounded by pretty eyelashes, well kept brows and soft looking lips.

She had a cigarette in her own hand.

“I do,” you answered stubbornly, not wanting to admit that this was your third time smoking or something like that. She raised one of those pretty eyebrows at you. There was a touch of amusement on her face. Usually you were more into the softer types of women, women you could make sweet love to and hold close. Women who left lipstick kisses all over your body, dressed in pretty dresses and with glittery and nice makeup. Your last two girlfriends had worn nice glasses as well, that fogged up whenever the two of you made out in a bathroom stall. Holding hands and going to flower shops and the zoo, buying pink accessories to your shared apartment that had been filled with plants.

She didn’t come off like that type of woman. Nothing wrong with trying something new though. Your last girlfriend had been over a year ago, the few dates you had gone on since hadn’t been particularly interesting.

“Sure, cariño,” she answered, clearly not believing you one bit. You watched her as she took a drag of her own cigarette, almost like a dare for you to do the same.

Your pussy was getting wet. It was ridiculous really, you had never been this turned on so easily and the woman that stood a tad too close to you hadn’t even done anything sexual. She was merely existing and being mean. Then she blew her smoke into your face.

Your knees felt a little wobbly but you didn’t let yourself show it - instead you confidently took a drag of the smoke, doing your best to intimidate what she had just done.

The smoke burned slightly in your mouth, leaving a Smokey taste that you always wondered why people liked. You weren’t really sure why you had begun to smoke. First time had been to try since some of your few friends smoked, surrounded by them as they told you how to do it. You probably hadn’t done it properly back then, but at the second party you felt like you had more control of it. Which turned out to be a lie if you were to believe the hot woman in front of you, who looked at you almost with dark hunger in her eyes.

As you blew it out, the other woman snorted, not even bothered that you attempted to blow it in her direction.

“You’re not doing it properly, cariño,” she pointed out once more and you felt yourself puff your chest out a little.

“I am,” you argued, “why does it matter to you.”

“You look cute when you smoke,” she said as if that is the most logical thing ever, “just a waste of cigarettes, when you don’t smoke the right way, eh?”

Oh. So she was clearly into women. She even took another step forward, almost caging you against the brick wall of the bar. You had gone out in the alleyway to smoke in peace, your friends drinking more than you felt like this evening.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe properly, not only due to the cigarette smoke in the air.

“You have to inhale it deeper in,” she told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, still when her voice went a little sultry afterwards, you felt as if the ground beneath you shook with the waves of lust that went through you, “want me to teach you, cariño?”

You felt unable to speak, waves of lust going through you, merely nodding. She could let the earth beneath you disappear and you would still be horny for her. She gave you a little nod and you raised your cigarette, but before you could take a drag, one of her hands moved, two of her fingers going around your nose to cut off your air.

You took a drag, the fingers cutting off your air, forcing you to breathe in the cigarette’s smoke deeper.

“There you go, pretty girl,” she mused, letting go of your nose - a second later you had to turn your head to cough, much to the amusement of her.

“Shit,” you mumbled, coughing some more, and she chuckled before taking a drag of her own, watching you with slight amusement. Even like this she was hot. It was ridiculous. The smoke escaped her nostrils, as if smoking was the easiest thing in the world and not something you apparently sucked at doing.

“Smoking is not healthy, cariño,” she said, as if she wasn’t doing the exact same thing mere centimeters from you, “ bad habit.”

You wanted her to destroy you. Your slightly buzzed mind imagined all the things she could do to you. Fuck you, hit you, demean you - you wanted whatever she would offer. Even if it was only to hump her leg, then you would eagerly do it.

“I need something else to do then,” you answered, a surge of confidence going through you as you then threw the cigarette to the ground, stomping on it, before your hand slowly moved to play with the buckle of her belt, “or someone.”

“Cheeky,” she replied, grinning all snugly as if you were the prey who had fallen into the trap and not the other way around. She didn’t move away, didn’t push your hand away, so you felt even bolder than before, “you need to know my name then.”

“Do I need to?” You teased, to which she only nodded, taking a slow drag of her cigarette while you watched her fingers, then her mouth. Her eyes were blown with lust, almost looking fully black in the bad lighting of the alleyway.

“Si, Cariño.” She muttered, stepping even closer, pressing you against the wall, your bodies tight against each other - one of her legs slid between yours, her thigh suddenly giving you something to grind again, “you need to know what to scream, eh?”

You were unable to answer, your mind breaking down with the words - all you managed was a tiny whine. She took one last drag of her cigarette , throwing the bud away from the two of you.

Then she pressed her lips against yours, encouraging you to open your mouth; she forced the smoke into your mouth and another whine left you, as you felt yourself get lost in the taste of the smoke but also of her. You absentmindedly began to grind against the thigh, the friction against your pussy making your body shake with need. Your panties were no doubt soaked by now, but you didn’t give a shit.

As she pulled back, she framed your face with her hands, the rings on them cold against your skin.

“My name is Valeria,” she finally said and oh, why was that so hot? You whispered your name in return, a pleased smile on her face.

“Good girl,” she crooned, leaning forward to kiss you again, a more chaste one this time that made you whine and try to chase her lips. Valeria laughed, holding you back with her grip on your face , but she moved her thigh against your cunt even harder, as you grabbed onto her leather jacket, “why don’t you come like this, hm? Then I’ll bring you home and give you something to do, cariño, we can’t let you become a smoker.”

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Something something the team celebrates Christmas together (idk why) with Nikolai and Kate - and everyone got Kate a great present:

A wife! All nicely tied up in her bedroom, a pretty bow around your neck and sure, you don’t look particularly happy about this whole thing, but Kate is very happy with her Christmas present. She had wanted a wife for a good while and you looked absolutely perfect. A little upset about being kidnapped from your everyday life, but you would get over it soon, Kate was sure :))

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… something something Kate Laswell met her future wife when her dog, Goose, ran off to jump on reader in order to get your sandwich. Goose knocks you over, Kate helps you up, cue short moment of the world going slower as you look at each other. Something something you give Kate your number after she keeps apologising for Goose and tell her that she can buy you a new sandwich Friday.

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I just want a cowgirl for Christmas

Kate Laswell x f!reader💖 MDNI 💖one shot

Idk how to explain why they’re all in America and all cowboys coded but I can explain that I’ve had the song “cowgirl for Christmas” by Drake Milligan stuck in my head since last Christmas/jul. So like, happy holidays if you celebrate any kind of thing this month or upcoming months. 💖Happy holidays the entire year actually ily all my sinners, y’all have been very loving to me this year for some reason and it has made life a lil funnier in many ways. Anyways, hopefully I’ll be able to post something else than this before jul but who the fuck knows. Kate deserves a lil lady for Christmas, she gotta meet that wife somehow ya know. 💖 I’ve done my best to keep the description vague so we can all pretend to be Kate’s Christmas love. However, reader is described as she/her. Uh, this was supposed to be much longer, but time and mental health - and I have to deal with my family lmao

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The bar is almost empty. It doesn’t surprise Kate that much; it’s the 19th of December after all and people need to buy the last couple of Christmas presents if they celebrate that shit. The snow falls outside, giving her boots a nice crunch whenever she moves around in it. Collected by the cowboy hat on top of her head whenever she walks around. But it’s warm in the bar and the alcohol is good as she nurses her second glass, well aware she is gonna have to walk home through that shitty shoe, most likely freezing her ass off on the way.

She is off work, has no responsibilities until next year forces her back in the uniform at the base. In fact, she has no plans at all - on purpose.

“Ya’ look miserable, Laswell,” Alex said, stopping in front of her with a cup of coffee, with a bit of milk in… Kate suspected there were her usual two sugar cubes in.

And that was the truth, wasn’t it? She was miserable and she had absolutely no plans of changing it. A grinch, a sad, lonely woman who purposely drowned her feelings in the local bar, forced to listen to the Christmas songs and people’s chatter in the background.

“I didn’t order this,” she replied, looking up at the man, squinting at his amused smile, “‘nd I’m not miserable.”

“Sure you’re not,” Alex replied, “and it’s on the house - Farah says I have to be nice to you these days.”

Kate huffed, embarrassed over how even Alex’s wife knew of her pitiful behaviour.

“Thank you,” she replied instead of being mean.

“You’re welcome - and you know you're always welcome at ours at Christmas, sweetie,” it was a soft reminder, an offer that you knew he might hope that you would agree to.

“Nah, thanks though,” she managed to give him a smile, instead taking a sip of the coffee, running a hand over the brim of the cowboy hat next to her on the counter, “I’ll stay with the troublemakers at home.”

Said troublemakers were the two horses at her little farm. In truth, it wasn’t those that were a problem - it was merely an excuse to wallow in self pity at home, due to the loneliness that grew in her bones around every Christmas she spent with her friends.

They all had partners by now. Johnny and Simon had their shared wife who was pregnant once more, little Tommy almost three by now. Kyle had been with his girlfriend for three years by now and she suspected one of them would propose soon - probably her, as Kyle seemed to be too shy about it, busy looking for a house to give her. John and Nikolai were close to getting their adoption papers finished, she knew that, so they could give them to their two boys at Christmas, the two boys that they had fostered for the last four years.

It was this - all the love surrounding her, all the joy, all the time they had been together in which Kate had been like now; alone.

She took another sip of the coffee before nursing her whiskey instead - another song starting up and Kate’s eyes flickered close for a moment.

Don't want a set of shiny new spurs

A seat for my saddle, a rope for the herd

Kate huffed at the lyrics, emptying her whiskey before asking Alex for one more, ignoring the sound of the door to the bar opening and closing again.

Santa, I don't need a sleigh full of gifts

There's only one thing on my Christmas list

He filled up her glass, while looking over your shoulder with a grin as Kate listened to the boots moving across the door.

“Hi again, sweetheart,” Alex greeted and Kate finally pulled herself together, looking over her shoulder.

I want a cowgirl for Christmas this year

A cowboy sure gets lonely way out here

Kate had never seen a more beautiful woman in her entire life, wearing cowboy boots, a big coat and jeans as she pulled off her knitted hat, a thin layer of white snow on her clothes.

Wrap her up in jeans and boots

Send her down to me from you

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas

Kate was sure the most perfect being ever existed had just blessed her own sinful soul with your mere presence - Kate wasn’t even sure she was worthy of breathing in the same air as the newcomer.

“Hiya Alex,” oh, lord, even your voice made Kate want to smile, though she didn’t want to come off creepy, so she looked forward again, taking a sip of the whiskey, “can I get a beer?”

I need a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

I want a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

“Sure thing,” Alex replied, charming smile on his face as always, “gonna join Laswell ‘ere and mope over Christmas?”

Kate spluttered, sending Alex a nasty stare as he had just betrayed her; pushed her in front of the bus filled with embarrassment and Kate knew her cheeks were growing red. Goddamn Keller.

Ropes and rides right by my side

With starry eyes that sparkle, arms to keep me warm at night

“I am not moping, Alex,” Kate grumbled but she felt herself light up a little, straightening her back as the sound of the cowboy boots came to stand next to her.

“Well, I ain’t really moping too much either,” you said and Kate dared to look over at you as you rested against the counter right next to her, “but I wouldn’t mind joining you?”

That's all I need this Christmas Eve

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas, aha

“Sure,” Kate managed before clearing her throat, “you’re more than welcome to. I - uh, I’m Kate Laswell.”

God she was pathetic at this - she hadn’t flirted with somebody forever and you looked like you had just stepped out of a lesbian cowgirl’s wet dream… perhaps her own.

She offered you her hand and you took it, your fingers a little cold from the outside.

“Nice to meet ya’, Kate,” you replied, your eyes seeming like they sparkled as you told her your name. Kate couldn’t help but imagine your hair against her bedsheets, her fingers running along that pretty body of yours.

“Likewise,” Kate smiled, straightening her back a little as Alex gave you the beer, before he sent Kate a wink. Asshole.

“You new in town?” She added, focusing back on you.

“Yeah,” you took a sip of the beer, a pretty line of white foam laying along your upper lip until you licked it off with your pink tongue, “moved in nearby two weeks ago. Been busy, though.”

“Ah,” Kate nodded along, “explains why I haven’t seen you, then.”

You looked younger than herself and for a moment, she felt like an old pervert. She was 39 and you looked like you were 25 maybe. It both sent sparks of lust through her - together with the feeling of being dirty. Simping, a word Soap had said, for a younger woman.

“Likewise,” you answered, adding a soft “I would have remembered.”

Were you… flirting with her? Kate felt herself blush as if she was a teenager and not a grown up woman. As if she wasn’t much older than you - fuck, it made her feel dirty, in a way she couldn’t describe. Yet it made butterflies flutter inside her stomach, flying around the flowers that had suddenly bloomed.

“ are what doing this Christmas you?” The words almost tumbled out of her mouth, unable to be said in the right order, her lungs filled with a feeling she hadn’t felt for a while, “I uhm- I mean, what are you doing this Christmas?”

You didn’t laugh, but you smiled so sweetly, almost lovingly and Kate was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand with the rush of emotions that went through her at it.

“Not much,” you admitted, your finger playing with the rim of the beer glass, though you didn’t take your gaze of her, “don’t know anybody here - what about you?”

“Not much either,” Kate breathed, “want to uhm - maybe hang out?”

She had never felt as ridiculous as now; in fact she wanted to slam her head into the counter - maybe run away. Even if the town buried her, it wouldn’t be enough. The pure embarrassment of asking a stranger, a hot, beautiful stranger, like that, to spend Christmas with her. Had she gone mad? Perhaps it was the alcohol.

“I’m so sorry,” she hurried to say, “I - you don’t know me, that was inappropriate of me an—“

“I would like that.”

Which such simple words, you made her heart beat a little bit more normal, you made her able to breath again, her throat able to untangle.

“I - yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a warm smile and for the first time in years, Kate felt as if Christmas might not be that bad this year.

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas.

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I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 1 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[chapter 1] ☆[chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5]☆ [chapter 6] ☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 1/10 ☆ 1,843 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

☆ note: I’m trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague, but she is afab, chubby and has shoulder length hair. ☆ As for plot – I’m not sure if I saw the post on tumblr or tiktok and I cant find it lol, but it mentioned reversing the more classic fanfic plots. So for example, the main character isn’t kidnapped by a mob boss - but kidnaps the mob boss. So, that is what I started with and then I will freestyle along the way. ☆ There will be mention of chronic illness and death of a character, not a main one, but the reader's little sister, but I try not to go into details about the illness aspect (since I don’t know too much about that). There will be focus on grief and the loss of a sibling however, so if that triggers or makes you uncomfortable, maybe don’t read this one. ☆ dubious consent in the later chapters, that might border to non-con. ☆ Badly described hacking. I don’t know shit about hacking, I've studied things in the humanities category the last six years. So if a bad understanding of tech makes you upset, I'm sorry.

Being a hacker wasn’t as glamorous as you had expected when you were younger. After everything with your sister, you had expected things to change, sure, but not into this. Everything was even more of a mess than before and somehow you got into blackmailing. Which, well… When you hit the right people, it paid well.

And sure, you had felt strong at first. Like you were invincible, a vigilante who blackmailed rich and awful people. You needed the money more than them, after all. Yet, the clock kept ticking and you needed more money fast. You needed more money to pay the last of your debts off and run away.

Which was how you ended up like this, blackmailing the mob.

The 141 gang was infamous on the streets of London. Most people knew who you talked about and those who didn’t, were often tourists or recently moved to the town. Whether they were hated or loved, really depended on who you asked. Some people said they made their areas safer, so they now had less crimes - others said they were horrendous bastards, who acted above the law. In truth, you didn’t really care. You weren’t a model citizen yourself, running around and blackmailing people. All you cared about was the fact that they had money, lots of it and they were easy to blackmail, since they didn’t want to be exposed.

Now, threatening them with the local police? Wouldn’t do much, it had to be to everybody – and then all the journalists too. Sure, you didn’t really have the energy to mass email out all the proof you had, but the 141 didn’t need to know that. You had them believe that you were a small group of people anyways and not just… you.

You, out in the almost empty house, over 50 miles away from London. It was much more lonely out here now. Half a year ago, you and your sister lived out here in peace, happy with how everything was going despite her illness flaring up now and again.

Now it was empty and lonely. Sometimes, when the wind hit the house at the right angle, you could hear the cars from the nearby motorway.

Alas, the 141 thought you were a big and bad group of hackers, threatening to take their kingdom down - and sure, you had a lot of stuff of theirs that could be bad in the wrong hands. You had papers, screenshots and recordings from when you hacked into different security cameras. You had traced a lot of them too, you had evidence.

Now they just needed to pay.

So far, they hadn’t really been fun to play with. They refused, saying that you were bluffing. Saying that if they saw you, they were going to kill you, which wasn’t really nice of them. You doubted they couldn’t survive without 60,000 pounds. Sure, it was a lot of money - but you needed them too. A bit more, you dared to think. And for a whole mobster empire? Seemed like a good deal to you.

Besides, you were so curious that you wanted to die: Who was their boss? Nobody knew. Everyone had ideas and theories, sure, but the famous Watcher was still unknown, even to you - which bothered you so much. You had your own theories, your main one was that this Watcher was really just John Price.

No matter who the Watcher was - and how good your deal was - they were just so fucking stubborn. So, you needed to prove that you were serious. You didn’t really have the time to mess around and send them more photos or shit, so according to movies you saw - and google - it was time to step up.

Go from hacker to kidnapper. Which really hadn’t been a career plan of yours, but here you were.

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You had tracked one of them, the Scot that everyone called Soap, so that you could follow them from a distance. You weren’t stupid enough to actually try to shadow them. Despite them not hanging around the finest streets of London, your beat up van stuck out sometimes.

Plans? Sure, you had… some of those. At least, you knew what not to do.

First of all - You weren’t going to take Price, people were around him all the time anyways and if he was the leader as you suspected, that wouldn’t go well.

Secondly, all his men were out of the picture too. At least those who always hang around him, because some of their biceps were bigger than your face.

Third, you had to avoid a proper fight - so that meant waiting for the right moment. You had a taser, duct tape and you had some strong sedatives. You were going to hack your way out of fighting.

Fourth and final point so far - get away as fast as possible. You weren’t going to stick around.

So just… wait for the right person, then tase, inject, duct tape, drive away. It was fine. You had all the components, you just needed to put it all together, then blackmail the group, get the money, drop off the person and then get away.

Your van was blue and rusty, the engine was loud and all the back seats were taken out, since you had lived in it for a little while, outside the hospital. The mattress you used to have in the back was pulled away, since you needed it for the captive to sleep on inside the house. They would have to deal with being on the car floor for the trip - they would most likely be sedated anyways. Now there was just some trash in the back of the car that you should probably have cleaned up, but didn’t care to, since the car bore bad memories - as well as some small electronic pieces that you had picked up here and there, thinking you would need to use it for experiments.

As the group came to a stop at a pub you knew they went to sometimes, you went behind it and parked next to a bigger car, which hid your van a little. Then you waited.

You wore some of your more discreet clothing. The baby-metal band t-shirts were hidden beneath a grey hoodie, with the least monster energy drink stains on, and a pair of rugged jeans. If your sister had been here she would have rolled your eyes at you and said you looked like a teenager trying to be rebellious - and not a 25-year old woman. You missed being told that. Your hair was hanging loosely, hoping it would hide your face a little. Your septum piercing was tipped up and hidden, and you had changed your usual silver tongue piercing for a clear one. Though you doubted that it was your tongue piercing that would be damning evidence.

After waiting about 25 minutes you crawled over the seats rather inelegantly, opening the sliding door to turn towards the other car, for some fresh air.

You were tired, yet stressed at the same time. It was unnecessarily stressful to kidnap somebody, especially when you didn’t really want to.

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It was about a power nap and 30 minutes later, when you were ripped from your thoughts at the sounds of the back door opening and a female voice telling somebody that she needed her cigarettes. You tipped your head forward a little, seeing how she closed the backdoor behind her.

You had seen her before. She seemed to be near the others a lot of the time.

She looked in her 40s, with light brown hair that almost looked a little blond in the rare sunlight of London. Nicely dressed, a confident smile on her face as she pulled her car keys from her bag and the car right next to you lit up.

Maybe a girlfriend? Wife? Secretary?

No matter what, the chance was too good to be true.

Somehow you managed to catch her off guard as she seemed more focused on finding her cigarettes as she opened her car door – so that was when you struck, tasing her. Everything happened so fast - yet not fast enough at the same time.

You pushed the needle into her skin, as she groaned, clearly a little confused from being tased - and most likely from hitting your car floor - as soon as the contents were injected you pulled the needle out again. The woman groaned and grabbed your wrist, mumbling something. You pushed it off, grabbing the roll of duct tape you had prepared, pushing her onto her stomach. She wasn’t going without a fight though and you wanted to cry as she managed to pull her hand free. You needed the bloody drug to kick in this minute.

You sat down on her back, your weight useful - the work of wrapping her wrists together was honestly shit. YouTube made it look so much easier.

You ignored her as she began to curse you out. grabbing her bag, emptying the content on the floor of the car, eyes constantly flickering to her. She seemed confused - so you focused. There was an Apple air tag in it, that you hurriedly picked up. There was no phone though. You wanted to throw up, this was taking longer than it should.

She tried sitting up, having rolled onto her back again, your eyes meeting. Hers were cloudy, while yours were focused. You pushed her down again, hands running over her jacket. The moment your hand touched the familiar shape of a phone, your hand dug into the pocket, not even trying to be nice about it. She was mumbling about how what you were doing was wrong, but you didn’t need to be told that.

As soon as you got the phone, you got up and crawled in between the front seats, sitting down and starting the car. You needed to get the hell out of here, now.

The sound of the shitty engine drowned out her complaints. You drove off as quickly as you could, throwing her phone and the AirTag out in a couple of bushes that the car passed.

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It was several minutes later that you concluded that nobody was following you, which made you breathe a little easier.

As you waited for the green light, you looked over your shoulder, taking in the sight of the woman on the floor of your car, in between empty monster cans, cables and small electronics. She was laying quietly, but you could see her chest moving.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? You could feel an anxiety attack crawling along your ribs, threatening to overwhelm you.

As soon as the money was transferred, you dropped her off again - and then you could run, somewhere up north. Start somewhere fresh, where you don't know anybody. Where the 141 or bad memories couldn’t find you. Maybe get a dog.

First things first, however. You needed to get this whole kidnapping thing done.