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“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

She got her other wrist free. She tried to untie her ankles but the knots on them were different than the ones of her hands. She mutters some curses up her breath as tears start to gather into her eyes. She just wanted to go home.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

Abby gasped and scowled at him. “Why the fuck-” She cut herself off and closed her eyes. He wanted her to fight back she realized. She sighed as tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

He smirked. “Ah, now you understand. Good girl.”

“Stop calling me that, I loathe you.” Abby glared.

“Good.” He chuckled. “Shall I take you to bed now?”

Abby shut her mouth and glared at him.

“You must be tired.” He watched her. “You must want to sleep.”

“Not with you.” Abby continued to glare,“ You’ll do some weird shit to me when I’m sleeping probably.”

“Oh you have your own room.”

“I-I do?” Abby raised her eyebrows at him.

“Let me show you.” He chuckled and untied her legs, yanking her up and dragging her to a room

The Thief

@horror-bae

Montparnesse slipped into the Oprah House, staying close to the walls. This was the job he could take to finally free himself from the gang, to run away. All he had to do was swipe some of the diamonds from the chandelier while it was down for cleaning. He slowly made his way, putting on his leather gloves and smiled as he found a nice cut one to start with. He headed close to the chandelier and went to work on extracting 5 diamonds.

“A-when this happens, I was imagining a much different circumstance…” He slurred, out of it from the blood loss.

Erik got out his medical tools and started examining the wound. Luckily it looked like the bullet hadn’t been lodged inside so no real surgery would be required. “I’d imagine so. Now stay still this is gonna sting.” He said pouring Hydrogen peroxide over Mont’s knee to clean it.

He screamed and kicked invoulentarily. “FUCK!”

Erik held down his leg. “Relax. I have to do this to help you.” He then got out the needle kit for sewing. “Would you like something to numb the pain?” He asked concerned.

He nodded, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed

Erik injected some localized anesthesia into Mont’s knee. “Tell me when it’s numb.” He said then started to get the stitches ready.

It took a few minutes but he soon visibly relaxed as the pain died down. “It’s numb.” He sighed and reached out for Erik, cupping his cheek.

Erik turned his head and kissed Mont’s wrist. “Ok now let me patch you up.” He quickly stitched up the wound then got to wrapping it so it’d stay still. “You’re going to have to keep it straight for a few weeks.”

He sighed, aggravated. “So I won’t be able to move?”

“You did get shot in the knee.” Erik sighed putting everything away then laying down next to him. “I’m sorry…”

He pet Erik’s hair and kissed his forehead. “A nessicary pain.”

Erik snuggled into his side. “I’ll make sure you get all healed up right. Just rest now.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure.” He promised

Erik kissed Montparnesse’s forehead before getting up and changing out of his over clothes and mask then laying back down next to Mont.

He rolled over and touched his cheek gently.

Erik nuzzled into Montparnesse’s palm. “I love you…” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

“How do you feel about everything? Do you at least feel some relief now?”

“When I’m with you? Yes.”

Erik sighed happily. “I’m glad for that.”

He kissed Erik

Erik kissed back and pulled Montparnesse closer while still being carful of his leg.

He held on and winced as the leg shifted but he didn’t really care all that moment. He was with Erik

“We should leave early tomorrow I’m not sure how that gang is going to react.” He said while running his fingers through Montparnesse’s hair.

He nodded. “Alright. You will have t o carry me though.”

“I figured.” He smiled. “At least we’re pretty much always laying low at home.”

“That’s good. Gives me time to heal.”

Deal with a Devil

@yourworstmontmare

Tien watched his next target from afar as he stood under the stairway to abandon building in a deserted section of the city. His eyes burned into the other man as he waited for him to get close enough.

“Put him on the stretcher right there.” He pointed to a stretcher with an Iv drip.

Mont stumbled over and laid down

“What exactly are you gonna do?” Claque asked feeling uneasy about this man’s behavior already.

“We won’t have to leave him alone right?” Tien asked.

“I’m just running some tests, not burying him.” He rolled his eyes.

Babet kept his hand in his pocket, clutching the gun.

“Fine but watch yourself.” Claquesous said stepping back.

Tien watched his every move suspiciously but made no move.

He strapped Mont down and in a flash, mont tried to jerk away. “Bastard!”

“Stop!” He yelled at him and physically pushed him down, “so you want to get better or die?!”

“Hey watch it!” Tien spat at the doctor as Claquesous tried to hold him back.

“Hey calm down!” Claquesous said even though he was very nervous as well.

He wrapped Mont down completely and started to wheel him to the MRI machine.

Mont was seething with anger, incredibly tense and hating what was happening. He said nothing, too angry to speak

“Fuck he’s really pissed…” Claquesous muttered. “You sure this guy isn’t going to try anything.”

“Yes. I trust him with my life in only the medical sense.” Babet paced as they waited for mont to come back out.

Claquesous slumped in one of the chairs while they waited and Tien sat next to him upright and wound up like a spring.

Babet was pacing when he noticed Tien. “Why do you care so much about him?” He glared

Tien stayed silent gripping his pants tight and staring ahead. The truth was he honestly didn’t know.

“Nows not the time to pick a fight.” Claque said.

“I just want to know.”

“I don’t know. I just do.” Tien admitted gritting his teeth.

He rolled his eyes and looked away, staring at the door Mont had been taken in

Tien wanted to snap and and bite at Babet but kept his mouth shut. He just wanted to hold Montparnesse again.

Soon Mont was brought out again. He seemed to be asleep, his face pale.

“What did you do to him?” Tien asked while looking Montparnesse over.

“Yeah did you at least find out what was wrong.” Claque asked.

“Some poison is still in the stomach. I can pump it out but….it’ll cost yu.” He man shrugged

“How much?” Claquesous asked nervously and flashed a look over to Babet.

Tien was already going over over ways to get the money in his head.

“5000 thousand.”

“Fuck…” Claquesous muttered then turned to Babet helplessly. “I don’t know if we have that much.”

“How long do we have to get you that much?” Tien asked.

“In the next half hour I should hope. Or else he dies.” He shrugged

Tien nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck….if I get you $7,000 will you start pumping his stomach now?”

“But of course.” He smiled

“Good.” Tien walked over to Claquesous and Babet. “I have a plan. We’re going to get the money back from the guys who sold you the bad coke. Someone needs to stay and keep a watch on that doctor so who stays and who comes with me?”

Babet stood. “I’ll go with you.”

“Fine take me there.” Tien said already heading off to the car.

“Umm ok I’ll stay here.” Claquesous called out.

He glared and followed behind, his hands in his pockets and clutching his weapons.

Mont shifted slightly and opened his eyes slightly.

Tien got in the passenger seat and stayed silent looking straight ahead.

“Hey Monty how you doing?” Claquesous asked leaning over him.

“He is so high in pain meds right now.” The doctor nodded.

He drove, silent. His hands were white from how tight he gripped the wheel

Claquesous grimaced under his mask. “Oh….so you gonna pump his stomach right?”

“Just get me there and I can take care of the rest.” Tien said coldly cutting through the silence.

“Once I get the cash, of course. If you don’t, I’ll just overdose him on medicine. Better then dying from poison.”

Mont yanked weakly at the straps that held him. He was scared and unaware of his surroundings.

Babet nodded. “Fine.”

Deal with a Devil

@yourworstmontmare

“Put him on the stretcher right there.” He pointed to a stretcher with an Iv drip.

Mont stumbled over and laid down

“What exactly are you gonna do?” Claque asked feeling uneasy about this man’s behavior already.

“We won’t have to leave him alone right?” Tien asked.

“I’m just running some tests, not burying him.” He rolled his eyes.

Babet kept his hand in his pocket, clutching the gun.

“Fine but watch yourself.” Claquesous said stepping back.

Tien watched his every move suspiciously but made no move.

He strapped Mont down and in a flash, mont tried to jerk away. “Bastard!”

“Stop!” He yelled at him and physically pushed him down, “so you want to get better or die?!”

“Hey watch it!” Tien spat at the doctor as Claquesous tried to hold him back.

“Hey calm down!” Claquesous said even though he was very nervous as well.

He wrapped Mont down completely and started to wheel him to the MRI machine.

Mont was seething with anger, incredibly tense and hating what was happening. He said nothing, too angry to speak

“Fuck he’s really pissed…” Claquesous muttered. “You sure this guy isn’t going to try anything.”

“Yes. I trust him with my life in only the medical sense.” Babet paced as they waited for mont to come back out.

Claquesous slumped in one of the chairs while they waited and Tien sat next to him upright and wound up like a spring.

Babet was pacing when he noticed Tien. “Why do you care so much about him?” He glared

Tien stayed silent gripping his pants tight and staring ahead. The truth was he honestly didn’t know.

“Nows not the time to pick a fight.” Claque said.

“I just want to know.”

“I don’t know. I just do.” Tien admitted gritting his teeth.

He rolled his eyes and looked away, staring at the door Mont had been taken in

Tien wanted to snap and and bite at Babet but kept his mouth shut. He just wanted to hold Montparnesse again.

Soon Mont was brought out again. He seemed to be asleep, his face pale.

“What did you do to him?” Tien asked while looking Montparnesse over.

“Yeah did you at least find out what was wrong.” Claque asked.

“Some poison is still in the stomach. I can pump it out but….it’ll cost yu.” He man shrugged

“How much?” Claquesous asked nervously and flashed a look over to Babet.

Tien was already going over over ways to get the money in his head.

“5000 thousand.”

“Fuck…” Claquesous muttered then turned to Babet helplessly. “I don’t know if we have that much.”

“How long do we have to get you that much?” Tien asked.

“In the next half hour I should hope. Or else he dies.” He shrugged

Tien nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck….if I get you $7,000 will you start pumping his stomach now?”

“But of course.” He smiled

Babet stood. “I’ll go with you.”

“Fine take me there.” Tien said already heading off to the car.

“Umm ok I’ll stay here.” Claquesous called out.

He glared and followed behind, his hands in his pockets and clutching his weapons.

Mont shifted slightly and opened his eyes slightly.

Tien got in the passenger seat and stayed silent looking straight ahead.

“Hey Monty how you doing?” Claquesous asked leaning over him.

“He is so high in pain meds right now.” The doctor nodded.

He drove, silent. His hands were white from how tight he gripped the wheel

The Thief

@horror-bae

“A-when this happens, I was imagining a much different circumstance…” He slurred, out of it from the blood loss.

He screamed and kicked invoulentarily. “FUCK!”

Erik held down his leg. “Relax. I have to do this to help you.” He then got out the needle kit for sewing. “Would you like something to numb the pain?” He asked concerned.

He nodded, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed

Erik injected some localized anesthesia into Mont’s knee. “Tell me when it’s numb.” He said then started to get the stitches ready.

It took a few minutes but he soon visibly relaxed as the pain died down. “It’s numb.” He sighed and reached out for Erik, cupping his cheek.

He sighed, aggravated. “So I won’t be able to move?”

“You did get shot in the knee.” Erik sighed putting everything away then laying down next to him. “I’m sorry…”

He pet Erik’s hair and kissed his forehead. “A nessicary pain.”

Erik snuggled into his side. “I’ll make sure you get all healed up right. Just rest now.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure.” He promised

Erik kissed Montparnesse’s forehead before getting up and changing out of his over clothes and mask then laying back down next to Mont.

He rolled over and touched his cheek gently.

Erik nuzzled into Montparnesse’s palm. “I love you…” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

“How do you feel about everything? Do you at least feel some relief now?”

“When I’m with you? Yes.”

Erik sighed happily. “I’m glad for that.”

He kissed Erik

Erik kissed back and pulled Montparnesse closer while still being carful of his leg.

He held on and winced as the leg shifted but he didn’t really care all that moment. He was with Erik

“We should leave early tomorrow I’m not sure how that gang is going to react.” He said while running his fingers through Montparnesse’s hair.

He nodded. “Alright. You will have t o carry me though.”

The Thief

@horror-bae

“A-when this happens, I was imagining a much different circumstance…” He slurred, out of it from the blood loss.

He screamed and kicked invoulentarily. “FUCK!”

Erik held down his leg. “Relax. I have to do this to help you.” He then got out the needle kit for sewing. “Would you like something to numb the pain?” He asked concerned.

He nodded, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed

Erik injected some localized anesthesia into Mont’s knee. “Tell me when it’s numb.” He said then started to get the stitches ready.

It took a few minutes but he soon visibly relaxed as the pain died down. “It’s numb.” He sighed and reached out for Erik, cupping his cheek.

He sighed, aggravated. “So I won’t be able to move?”

“You did get shot in the knee.” Erik sighed putting everything away then laying down next to him. “I’m sorry…”

He pet Erik’s hair and kissed his forehead. “A nessicary pain.”

Erik snuggled into his side. “I’ll make sure you get all healed up right. Just rest now.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure.” He promised

Erik kissed Montparnesse’s forehead before getting up and changing out of his over clothes and mask then laying back down next to Mont.

He rolled over and touched his cheek gently.

Erik nuzzled into Montparnesse’s palm. “I love you…” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

“How do you feel about everything? Do you at least feel some relief now?”

“When I’m with you? Yes.”

Erik sighed happily. “I’m glad for that.”

He kissed Erik

Erik kissed back and pulled Montparnesse closer while still being carful of his leg.

He held on and winced as the leg shifted but he didn’t really care all that moment. He was with Erik

Deal with a Devil

@yourworstmontmare

“Put him on the stretcher right there.” He pointed to a stretcher with an Iv drip.

Mont stumbled over and laid down

“What exactly are you gonna do?” Claque asked feeling uneasy about this man’s behavior already.

“We won’t have to leave him alone right?” Tien asked.

“I’m just running some tests, not burying him.” He rolled his eyes.

Babet kept his hand in his pocket, clutching the gun.

“Fine but watch yourself.” Claquesous said stepping back.

Tien watched his every move suspiciously but made no move.

He strapped Mont down and in a flash, mont tried to jerk away. “Bastard!”

“Stop!” He yelled at him and physically pushed him down, “so you want to get better or die?!”

“Hey watch it!” Tien spat at the doctor as Claquesous tried to hold him back.

“Hey calm down!” Claquesous said even though he was very nervous as well.

He wrapped Mont down completely and started to wheel him to the MRI machine.

Mont was seething with anger, incredibly tense and hating what was happening. He said nothing, too angry to speak

“Fuck he’s really pissed…” Claquesous muttered. “You sure this guy isn’t going to try anything.”

“Yes. I trust him with my life in only the medical sense.” Babet paced as they waited for mont to come back out.

Claquesous slumped in one of the chairs while they waited and Tien sat next to him upright and wound up like a spring.

Babet was pacing when he noticed Tien. “Why do you care so much about him?” He glared

Tien stayed silent gripping his pants tight and staring ahead. The truth was he honestly didn’t know.

“Nows not the time to pick a fight.” Claque said.

“I just want to know.”

“I don’t know. I just do.” Tien admitted gritting his teeth.

He rolled his eyes and looked away, staring at the door Mont had been taken in

Tien wanted to snap and and bite at Babet but kept his mouth shut. He just wanted to hold Montparnesse again.

Soon Mont was brought out again. He seemed to be asleep, his face pale.

“What did you do to him?” Tien asked while looking Montparnesse over.

“Yeah did you at least find out what was wrong.” Claque asked.

“Some poison is still in the stomach. I can pump it out but….it’ll cost yu.” He man shrugged

“How much?” Claquesous asked nervously and flashed a look over to Babet.

Tien was already going over over ways to get the money in his head.

“5000 thousand.”

“Fuck…” Claquesous muttered then turned to Babet helplessly. “I don’t know if we have that much.”

“How long do we have to get you that much?” Tien asked.

“In the next half hour I should hope. Or else he dies.” He shrugged

Tien nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck….if I get you $7,000 will you start pumping his stomach now?”

“But of course.” He smiled

Babet stood. “I’ll go with you.”

“Fine take me there.” Tien said already heading off to the car.

“Umm ok I’ll stay here.” Claquesous called out.

He glared and followed behind, his hands in his pockets and clutching his weapons.

Mont shifted slightly and opened his eyes slightly.

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

Abby gasped and scowled at him. “Why the fuck-” She cut herself off and closed her eyes. He wanted her to fight back she realized. She sighed as tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

He smirked. “Ah, now you understand. Good girl.”

“Stop calling me that, I loathe you.” Abby glared.

“Good.” He chuckled. “Shall I take you to bed now?”

Abby shut her mouth and glared at him.

“You must be tired.” He watched her. “You must want to sleep.”

“Not with you.” Abby continued to glare,“ You’ll do some weird shit to me when I’m sleeping probably.”

“Oh you have your own room.”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

Abby gasped and scowled at him. “Why the fuck-” She cut herself off and closed her eyes. He wanted her to fight back she realized. She sighed as tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

He smirked. “Ah, now you understand. Good girl.”

“Stop calling me that, I loathe you.” Abby glared.

“Good.” He chuckled. “Shall I take you to bed now?”

Abby shut her mouth and glared at him.

“You must be tired.” He watched her. “You must want to sleep.”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

Abby gasped and scowled at him. “Why the fuck-” She cut herself off and closed her eyes. He wanted her to fight back she realized. She sighed as tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

He smirked. “Ah, now you understand. Good girl.”

“Stop calling me that, I loathe you.” Abby glared.

“Good.” He chuckled. “Shall I take you to bed now?”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

Abby gasped and scowled at him. “Why the fuck-” She cut herself off and closed her eyes. He wanted her to fight back she realized. She sighed as tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

He smirked. “Ah, now you understand. Good girl.”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

Abby glared at him,“ Let me go! What the hell do you even want from me?!”

“Your body.” He said casually.

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“As if I don’t already!” Abby hissed at him, continuing to struggle against the ropes.

He laughed. “You are adorable!”

💔

19. Your muse takes my muse hostage(This should be interesting)

Mont tapped his foot, looking around and mentally kicking himself for letting himself get caught like this. If only he hadn’t fallen for Jehan’s little date trap, he probsbly would be heading to the bar by now. He pulled at the zip ties that bound his wrists to the hair, testing them out. He smirked, wondering what these little pansies could do to him. Not like they had the guts to actually torture him.

Combeferre walked in, “We aren’t going to hurt you, we just want to exchange you for Grantaire’s safe return.”

He chuckled. “One body for another?” His eyes were dark and he gave an evil grin. “Two things. What makes you think he’s still alive and what makes you think they would trade our most valuable hostage for me?”

“If he isn’t alive, then you won’t be for long either,” Ferre threatened, “You’re their leader or at least their second in command, they must care about you a little.”

He laughed. “What? None of you in your puny little band of halfwits has the guts to kill me.”

“If my brother is dead, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out.”

He burst out laughing. “Y-you almost sounded threatening there!” He got out between laughs

Ferre lost his temper and backhanded him.

He grunted and his head flew to the side. He moved his jaw slightly and smirked, the crazy gleam in his eyes almost shining from behind his hair. “Touchy touchy. Shame we didn’t take you. Would have been fun.”

Ferre got out Mont’s phone and dialed the number that he had saved for HQ. “Tell them that if they want you back alive they’re going to give Grantaire back to us.”

Mont glared at him, waiting for someone to pick up. “Hey, it’s Mont.”

“Mont where the fuck have you been?” Thenardier asked.

He flinched. “I’m a little tied up at the moment. Say, where is the hostage?”

“Where you left him, no ones interacted with him since you left, why?”

“Tell them,” Ferre whispered.

He bit his lip and hesitated for a moment. “Kill him.” He said, staring directly into Ferre’s eyes.

Ferre pulled the phone away, “If you kill him, I’ll kill Montparnasse, and I swear it won’t be painless.”

Mont growled and yelled, “thy don’t have the guts!” He pulled st the ties. “Fuckin’ pussies! Every last one of them!”

“I’ll do it unless you give Grantaire back to us.”

There was silence for a bit. “I’ll talk to my men.” He growled and hung up.

“Asshole.”

Ferre left Mont alone and went back upstairs to Les Amis.

Mont yelled at him, shouting curses at him.

“I’m going to get sick of his voice.” Marius grumbled as Ferre stepped back up

Ferre tossed him some duct tape, “Take care of it then.”

He grabbed it, hesitating. “You want me to go down there? To him?”

“Fine I’ll do it,” Ferre sighed and took back the tape. He went downstairs, “Shut up, or I’ll have to use this.”

“Fuck you, you piece of shit.”

Ferre sighed, “Dumbass.” He put the tape over his mouth.

He kept cursing at him until the tape was on his mouth. He glared up at him, and tried to kick him.

Ferre jumped back out of the way, “If you hadn’t taken him you wouldn’t be here/”

He growled but made no attempts to attack him again.

“You’d better pray that they haven’t hurt him,” Ferre left him alone.

He dropped his head, taking deep breaths

Ferre paced back and forth.

The phone rang.

Ferre answered it, “Hello.”

“G-Gabe?” R sounded like he was in pain

“Nick! Are you okay? What do they want?”

“I-If you give back Montparnesse, you will not find my finger in the mailbox tomorrow- ah!” He yelled in pain and their was a faint crack as if a whip made contact. “G-give them back Monty please!” He sounded like he was crying

“Put one of them on the phone, I’ll give him back.”

There was a moment of silence and then a gruff voice answered. “Enough go convince you?”

“I’ll trade you for him.”

“No deal. You give us back Mont or else you’ll get R in a body bag. We aren’t through with him yet. Gotta get the boss’ seal of approval. And the boss seems to be with you.”

“If you give R back I won’t hurt Mont, if you don’t I’ll hurt him as much as I think you hurt R before I give him back.”

“Boss’ approval before he goes.” And he hung up.

Ferre walked downstairs and ripped the tape off Mont’s mouth, “We’re going to call back and you’re going to give them the approval that they need to give him back to us.”

“Never. He’s my new pet. I intend to keep it that way.” He growled and pulled at the bonds.

Ferre smacked him, “Tell them to let him go!”

He chuckled and spit at Ferre

Ferre punched him in the stomach, “Give. Him. Back!”

He grunted before chuckling. “You really care for your brother, huh?”

“Of course I do, he’s family.”

“But it’s more then that.” He pushed

“He’s one of my best friends,” Ferre told him.

“You’re only friend if I remember correctly from what your brother told me.”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.

“Ah there it is. And hmmmmm…no. I don’t think I will.”

Abby looked up and scowled at him as tears rolled fast down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” Abby kicked furiously against the ropes though it did nothing to help.

He watched her, fascinated. “Oh just wait until I actually start. You’ll despise me!”

“Easy sweetheart, the barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” (Momtmsre

Abby shivered as the cool metal of the gun was pushed against her head. She shakily let out a breath, forcing herself to stay still.

@yourworstmontmare

“Now, you are going to walk with me to the car. If you made any sound, I will take great pleasure in blowing your brains out. I do get trigger happy.”

Abby nodded slightly, very aware not to move too much because of the gun pointed to her head.

He lead her down to his car and opened the door, pushing her inside before slamming the door shut.

Abby gasped as she was pushed inside. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly moved her hand down to her boot, pulling out a small pocket knife.

He closed the driver’s seat and shot the gun right next to her hand. “I suggest you don’t. Wouldn’t want to loose a hand before I take you home.”

Abby jumped back in her seat slightly from the shot, dropping her knife on the floor. She sighed before realizing what he said. “H-home?…” She asked in a whisper.

“My new little pet is what you are.” He chuckled darkly and drove off

Abby’s eyes went wide and she leaned back in her seat. She tried to think of a way to escape that wouldn’t end up with her dead. She couldn’t think of anything.

He spead down the highway, the streets slowly becoming pitchblsck as they turned off

Abby bit her lip looking out her window, still trying to figure a way out. She looked over to him then down at the brake and gas petals…

His foot as the gas petal pressed almost all the way down

Abby quickly moves and tries to kick his foot off the gas and presses her foot on to the brake.

He yelled and thy swerved as he fought to regain control. He slammed her head against the window, his brute force enough to get to her stop, he hoped

Abby cried out in pain and tried to keep her foot on the brake, mostly failing, the pain from her head was distracting her.

He slammed her head again. “Play nice!” He growled between his teeth

Abby screamed. Her foot slid off the petals and she fell back into her seat, close to being unconscious.

“Good girl.” He sneered and straightened the car out again, speeding

Abby let out a muffled protest as she clutched her pounding head in her hands.

He continued to drive down, coming to a little cabin a few hours later

Abby had fallen unconscious, slumped in her seat, her hair messy all around her.

He picked her up and carried her inside, tying her to a chair

Abby woke in the middle of when he was tying her up and she quickly got panicked and started to pull against the bonds.

He was finishing up her ankles. “Awww, so sweet.”

“Shut the hell up!” Abby hissed at him and continued to struggle against the ropes.

Hechuckled and grabbed a cloth gag from the table. “Open up before I break your jaw.”

Abby glared at him before opening her mouth slightly, she certainly didn’t want to be hurt again.

He put the gag in her mouth and stepped back to look st his handiwork

Abby glared at him, hate in her eyes.

He smirked. “So beautiful.”

Abby continued to glare, even though a pink blush flushed her cheeks.

He smiled and went to grab some beer to drink, watching her

Abby quickly tried her best struggling and pulling at the rope in hopes they would snap. She was close to getting one of her wrists free…

He walked over to the entrance and locked it before pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, pointed st her. He sat down next to it and watched her, amused

Abby immediately froze seeing the gun and him. She quickly went back to glaring at him.

“Good girl.”

Abby glared and shook her head, frantically trying to pull her wrist free.

“You can continue trying but I will overpower you and win

Abby sighed and closed her eyes holding back her tears. She knew what he said was true. Abby sniffled quietly and stopped struggling.

“Cry if you like. I like it when they cry.@

Abby looked up and glared at him with her teary eyes. What he just going to watch me? She asked to herself.

“Get used to your new house. I’ll let tonight be your only night of rest. Tomorrow, I start having some fun.” There was a crazy glint in his eyes

Abby’s eyes got wider as she realize what he meant. She had a day to try and escape this crazy man.

He smirked and drank his beer, heading for a second one

Abby sighed and slowly tried to pull her wrist free from the ropes.

He looked over and smirked

Abby finally freed her waist. She pulled out the gag. “F-Fuck you…” she started to try and untie the rest of the ropes.

He watched her with amusement.

“Maybe next time, think things through sweetheart?”

Abby sighed and put her face in her hands, covering her shame. “I’m not your sweeheart.” Abby murmured against her hands. “Please just let me go home…” She started to cry softly.