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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 7:51:08 GMT -5
((A chair? He's a rapist and unaccomidating? Wow...))
Shasta was briefly knocked out when he hit her. As she began to come around she realized she couldn't move, rope... and she couldn't scream, duct tape. She struggled as much she could to get away but it was no use. When she was dragged into the mans house she was placed rudely in a chair. If he was going to kidnapp her he cuold have at least made her comfterble. With an evil glare she just stared at the man.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 14:59:59 GMT -5
[Welll he doesn't want to get right into it yet.. heh.]
The man stood right in front of Shasta. He looked at her, stared at her, his stare so bold that it seemed to pierce her and see right through her. But he wasn't THAT good. He tilted his head, and he took a few steps closer to Shasta, thinking on what to do next, as he did not want to get straight into forcing her. That would come, yes, but not at that very moment.
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 15:09:22 GMT -5
Shasta was just close to giving up her fight. At least to his thoughts, her plan was to give up enough to where he would untie her, then she'd kick his ass and try to escape.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 15:14:12 GMT -5
The man lifted an eyebrow. She seemed close to giving up.. but he couldn't be too sure. He had done this to many girls before, and all have played the same trick.. well, most of them had. Some of them didn't even know what the hell was going on! But then, this girl here was different, for some reason he couldn't figure out. He walked behind Shasta, and tilted his head to the side, still thinking about what he was going to do. Having done this many times before, he just wanted to make this time a little bit different.
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 15:17:47 GMT -5
Shasta sat still, barely breathing, letting him think he had full control. She was waiting, she had it planned, what she was going to do, how she'd do it, and when the perfect strike time was.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 15:28:34 GMT -5
The man looked down at Shasta, and he sneered. He then hawked a big loogie, and he spit on her. With that he cackled evily as he went back around and stood in front of her. He kicked one leg of the chair, and it sent Shasta back a few inches, seeing as he hadn't kicked it hard enough for it to send her back a few feet. "So.. what shall I do with you? There are a million possibilities. And it all leads up to one very exciting event." He said, flashing her an evil grin.
And in the meantime, Matthew was at home, pacing back and forth, trying to remember the man's License Plate number. He knew he had caught a glimpse of it, but he wished he could remember it. Because then he could probably go to the Police and have them help him.. or he could do it himself. It was frutrating him. He couldn't think straight because he was terribly worried about Shasta. What was he doing to her? What if he was hurting her? What if he--? He didn't finish that thought.
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 15:37:37 GMT -5
Shasta did nothing, she just sat there letting him think she had lost intrest. She made no responces phisically, letting him do what he wanted. On her mind however was Matt, and if he would remember that her cell phone had a tracking chip in it and he could call her company to figure out where she was.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 15:42:24 GMT -5
The man shrugged. "On second though.. let's skip the party favors, and get right down to the main event." He said, walking behind Shasta again. He was wondering on how to untie her without letting her escape. Because as soon as he undid those ropes, she would make a run for it. He knew, as it had happened to him many times before. He pondered this for a moment..
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 15:43:36 GMT -5
She sat there with no plan to run quite yet, he'd only hurt her before he raped her. Shasta needed out of this as painlessly as possible.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 15:48:58 GMT -5
The man shrugged his shoulders, and he leaned down. He slowly untied the ropes, and as soon as they were undone, he grabbed Shasta by the arms and pulled her up. He had a tight grip on her. There was no way she could get out of there.. so he turned around and lead her upstairs..
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 15:52:13 GMT -5
With her mouth duct taped she couldn't express just how much his grip hurt her. There would probably be bruses on her fair pale skin. However she did flinch, it really hurt.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 15:58:59 GMT -5
When they were all the way upstairs, meaning that they weren't on the first floor but on the second, he took her to his room and he threw her on the bed, but made sure she couldn't escape by keeping his grip on her. He then took one hand away to reach for some rope he had on his bedside table. He tied it tightly around Shasta's hands, making sure that it was tight enough to where she couldn't escape. Then he turned her over on her back, and he looked down at her, smirking ever-so evily. "NOW let's get this party started."
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 16:01:22 GMT -5
Shasta just layed there, slowly trying to free herself but moving her wrists in the hold to loosen it. There was nothing she could do, all she hoped for was Matt to find her.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 19, 2007 18:26:15 GMT -5
The man jumped onto the bed, and he crawled on top of Shasta. He looked down at her, and he tilted his head to the side, smirking evily yet again. Then..... he raped her.
[THERE.]
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 19, 2007 18:31:26 GMT -5
Shasta screamed as he raped her, she didn't know what else to do. Now she just lay there, limp, she felt dead, hell she wished she were. All she wanted was Matt,and to be out of this god forsaken place. Where was he? Would he find her? What would he do when he found out?
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