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Nothing Personal 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

"You're making a mistake," the Courier whispered. "People know I went in here, I'll be missed if I don't come back! I had a message for Meyers- he'll pay you if you let me go!" She couldn't be sure about the last part, but she would have told him she was Caesar's daughter if it would have saved her. Instead, the man just sighed.

"You don't seem to understand what's going on, do you? It ain't that I don't feel sorry for you- we've all been the bitch at one time or another, and I didn't like it any more than you will. It's nice that you wanna help Meyers, and you look like a nice girl all around."

He knelt down beside her, pulling her arms behind her back.

"But," he said as he snapped the handcuffs on, "a man has needs. It's too bad your friends will worry, and maybe if your friend here pays enough, you'll get out before too long. But not before me and my friends have taken care of those needs. Understand?"

As the Courier squirmed, he took hold of her ankles and wrapped something around them- it felt like rope, although the Courier couldn't see.

"Now you just sit tight, and I'll be back. And you better not make too much noise, or the others will find you, and I doubt rescue will be on their minds."

He ran a hand along her legs, protected only by a thin layer of denim. The Courier bit down on her lip to keep from gasping as he squeezed one of her thighs, her body clenching involuntarily. He didn't seem to notice, continuing to run his hands over her immobile form, taking his time when he got to her ass.

"Not bad," he said with a grin. "And I've seen a lot in my time." With a slap to her rear he stood up again, looking over his handiwork.

She whimpered and strained her neck to look up at him one final time.

"Please..."

He only shook his head and walked out, closing the door behind him. The Courier lay in the dark, struggling to role over so that her face wasn't pressed against the ground. The ropes wouldn't budge around her feet, and the handcuffs were uncomfortably tight- maybe she could wriggle out of her bonds if given enough time, but she couldn't do it fast enough. Sinking back to the floor, the Courier closed her eyes and waited for the sound of footsteps at the door.

Re: Nothing Personal 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

All together now!

WE'RE GOING TO HELL!

I fuckin' love this... more please...