Downcast Eyes

The furious gusts of winds blowing in between building spaces provided a chilling and hopeless effect to what was happening in an alley just a mile away from a downtown metropolitan area. Night had just heeded to early morning, freeing itself from the usual noise of people traveling on foot and car horns polluting the air with unnecessary honks. It was almost a blissful silence, but not one granting a situation like this a chance to alert anyone of what was about to happen. A strange silent cackle echoed from the opening linking the alley with the main, empty street. Footsteps could be heard; the hard heels clashing with the concrete floor with the destination of a woman cornered between a wall and her assailant. For this to be happening this late into the abysmal night provided insight of what was about to happen. For the young woman, the approaching man only meant one thing: Unwanted confrontation.

This man wasn't traveling deeper into the depths of the alley for simple enjoyment. For every step he took, he was closer to a goal he was entrusted to accomplish by someone else. And then he'd capture her, sending her off elsewhere to wait until his superior came to pay him off. That was his job as a kidnapper. He wasn't so certain as to what he would do once he had her in his hands, but the thought of receiving a payoff made him move forward and improvise-- maybe enjoy the current turn of events for a while.  

It brought a sadistic curve on his lips, slicing through his face like a knife on butter.

In spite of his intentions, the man, just around his early twenties, spoke out in a non-threatening way. His tone was rather mocking, self-assured, amused. "Is there a way you could make this much easier for me?" He took a step closer, revealing his fairly composed face and black hair firmly sticking out from all places in an unkempt mess. The moon nearly made him look nice, but the look in his eyes had little to no traces of good. Then he stopped suddenly just inches away from her. "I'm pressed on time and you...you're against the wall, cowering."

 

"If you don't cooperate, you wont have to see me resort to such things." 


With an eyebrow rising, the man found the display of fear rather strange. He observed her much more closely; the shivering inches of her arms and body, the goosebumps of fear, her almost horrified expression shone by the very least bit of moonlight left at the hour. Was she to put up an actual fight? In the eyes of the kidnapper, anything was possible. Her innocent look and shaking, small voice radiated haplessness in the highest degree, but it wasn't an assured lack of resistance by just a mere display of fear. No. People were capable of incredible feats in dire situations, and she wasn't an exception to what he was about to do. Carefully, the man inched closer before reaching down to meet Wanda face to face. The eyes of the assailant an abysmal black that stared into Wanda's frightful gaze endlessly, then pulling away to only look down at her shaking arm. The force of which his own bear-like grips of hands grabbed the woman's own arm was very forceful, but not painfully enough to harm her. There wasn't any time to waste, the man thought to himself. With a swift motion, he yanked the girl off from the floor and twisted her arm behind her while he moved behind her as well. To make matters much worse, a cold metal then pressed on the side of the woman's head. The end of a revolver. 

He had her right where he intended her to be.

"Ey, Fox!" Another voice called out, much older than the kidnapper's. He sounded more concerned and creepy. "Can you hurry it up in there? I gotta piss you asshole!"

The Kidnapper winced and shoved Wanda forward, whispering "move. Do as I say and shut.up." then began to push her faster and faster to the exit of the alley where another man stood in front of an open van. Fox, as he was named, addressed the other man in a hissing sound. "You can piss yourself for all I care, idiot. I'll take however long I damn well please."

Fox stopped. 

"Now, sweetheart." he let go of Wanda's arm but did not retreat his revolver away from the side of her head. "This is where we need your full cooperation. To make this easy for you, just get on the van where my little friend here will accommodate you to your new home for the next few days. You will remain quiet and calm, and if not..." The sound of clicking was heard. "Your brains would make a great addition to your slutty outfit. I will make sure of that myself. Do I make myself clear?"

 

Fox observed carefully at how Wanda's fear prevented her from moving. It wasn't long before anyone that may be wandering around the streets would take notice of him pointing a gun at a woman's forehead. If they were to stay out here longer, who was to take the blame of this failed kidnapping? The girl...or Fox? The cops were only but a call away...the cold floor of jail just a call away...his destiny if he didn't speed things up. Time was everything. The man gave a growl under the thought, deciding to take the easiest course of action to speed up the heist. Fox turned his head at the man now standing on the door of the passenger's seat, flashing those sets of black eyes at him to show his mesh of malignant intentions, yet, keeping his entire face at peace while his voice bit through the air like a wolf. A silent moment between the men gave them all the information they needed to carry out the plan. Their exchanged glances like a silent way of communicating; they knew what to do. Quickly, the other man opened the passenger's door and pulled out a roll of black rope, tossing it to Fox who then caught it with his open hand without even an inch for error. The revolver within his cold fingers spun around while his elbow lowered to slide the weapon in it's holster, allowing his now freed hand to yank Wanda's arm's back, one by one. With a swift motion the man tied her hands together, then forcibly pushed her into the van. Only the sound of the door slamming was heard...and nothing more. 

As would any kidnapper would do when their target was in their hands, Fox had a place to hide his new ware in. It was not in a city or suburb, nor any small town that may identify the young man for a perp as his face was an unfortunate one to remember with countless innocent witnesses of his crimes. Behind the wheel, Fox didn't think too much of any witnesses pointing out who he really was, no. His only focus was to drive to the safehouse and arrive there fast. As for the assistant of the kidnapper, he sat in the back of the van and kept an eye on Wanda. For each hour that passed, the driver's mirror would grant Fox to watch the victim himself from the comfort of the driver's seat. Although sometimes it was obvious he was watching the assistant with some degree of annoyance. That was only when the assistant acted rowdy towards the woman.

After 4 days, Fox finally stopped in the middle of a worn-out road. Towering trees littered with droplets of water in their leaves signaled that they were no longer near the industria. The air was much more fresh and crisp with a ting of chill, the trees were tall beyond belief, and upon exiting the van Fox's breath was visible in heavy puffs of warm air. They were nearing a mountain top. 

The van door slid open. "Greg, get out." Fox groaned, flicking his head away as a gesture. "I gotta give 'princess' a gift."

"A gift? The fuck are you going on about?" The assistant, Greg, asked in confusion. It wasn't common for the cold-hearted kidnapper to be giving gifts. Maybe he was going to harm her? Toss her to the side of the road? Knowing Fox and how he does things with lots of showmanship in the matter, it made Greg smirk. "Ah, right. A '''''gift'''''."

"I'll gift my foot right up your ass if you don't do as I say. Out." Fox growled, causing Greg to stumble out of the van and walk away. He sighed and sat on the edge of the platform dividing the van's interior with the cold, outside world. His trench coat was completely gone, giving way to a black muscle shirt making him look much thinner than he'd like. In his free hand was a cluster of wet bags, much like the ones Wanda dropped a few days prior. He carefully placed them in a neat order before her mattress and looked at the girl. Fox's voice almost rang low with bad intent, but as always he kept a straight face on. "As you can see, we're getting close to a location that requires you to make another choice to save your damn life. Pick one set of clothes and only one. Choose wisely." 

 

Fox's lips parted in a very amused smile, retreating the other bags away from Wanda slowly. The man's eyes stuck right on her eyes with curiosity, trying to figure out what she was thinking inside that mind of hers. It was crazy in his opinion that such a girl would risk getting sick and possibly risking her life to wear some skimpy clothes in this kind of weather. Then again, her current clothes almost....showed what kind of girl she probably is. One that both glorified her body and possibly enjoyed 'sharing' it. With those kinds of girls around, it can only be natural that they ignore their needs only to look good, right? Fox carefully placed his cold hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face the entrance of the van. As much as he wanted to watch her, he still had manners to uphold as a man. But before spilling out any response for Wanda, something overtook him. Something along the lines of pity for the young woman. She looked miserable, afraid, possibly suffering inside. Obviously, the sight of her vulnerability reached out to him, but Fox, being the prideful man he is, decided not to really speak out about it or even try to dwell in the thought. All he could do that he deemed appropriate was to at least lessen the tension between he and his captive momentarily before they moved on. Because once they leave here, they were to reach the safe house by foot. And that was one feat he knew that Wanda could not even bare for a day, let alone a week or two. Call it a moment of kindness, but to Fox this was merely a way to keep his mind at peace, Wanda on a leash, and to deliver her without any trouble. 

Brushing his fingers along the fine and soft surface of her exposed shoulder, his touch almost gave away a calm wave of relaxation. Fox ran his hand down Wanda's arm calmly and then retreated by turning his back on her. Looking up, he could see his assistant Greg glaring at him jealously, to which he glared back in annoyment. Softly, he turned at Wanda and answered. "You have 2 minutes. That's all I'll give you because I'm in a pretty damn good mood right now." He fell silent for a bit, then turned his head back and crossed his arms. A puff of warm air escaping his lips signaled that the temperature was dropping. "But if you don't hurry, I may turn my mood around and leave you here on your own to starve. Don't think that by doing that you'll be able to run off if I do end up ditching your ass out here."

Fox smirked and turned his head back to Wanda mockingly,  "Because where we are, sweetheart, nobody's around. You wont find help for many, many miles. So it's all up to you whether or not to treat this as a stroll or as a ride to hell itself."


"Oh, and by the way...just so that you wont feel tempted to take these back..."


Fox tossed the bags aside randomly then reached into his pockets to pull out a silvery case. A lighter. Upon flicking the top open with the pad of his thumb, a small kindle of fire lit up. With cold chuckles of the man radiating throughout the area, the mood for him was already set. The lighter in all it's glory fell to the ground where the bags were...feeding the small kindle to a myriad of fabrics and clothing in order to make the spark grow and grow...burn and burn before them. 



The man began to walk to the drivers entrance of the van without a word shortly after, leaving the heap of clothing to burn. 

 

Fox slammed the door tightly sat back on the driver's seat with a developing smirk twisting his lips. He could hear the wimpers and sniffles the young girl let out. They were filled with frustration and hopelessness; he had done well to lower her morale if she had any. From that point on Fox knew that Wanda would never dare to leave..now that he made it clear that he could care less about her boundaries by the fiery show of display he put on like a mere show for himself and the woman. He reached down after giving a dark chuckle and picked up a small, torn plastic bag located at the base of the gas petal and brakes. As he rose up slowly, he caught a glimpse of the woman finally retreating into the van in a physical state that matched her dampened mood quite well. Fox had noticed it before but not in that detail today; white and fair skin covered with a moist sheen, slender frame, irresistible long legs giving way to a well-formed bottom-- curse those panties, he thought. Then as a finishing touch the man looked closer and allowed his observant eyes to reach up to her translucent shirt. There they were...the fondling material that brought this man to kidnap her in the first place.

Fox had enough of this wait. The lust raging and flowing inside his bloodstream began to take it's toll. He felt warm, tense, almost vicious enough to make him grind his teeth harshly. He rose and took a breath loudly then exhaled with a tinge of a moan breaking through. Then with a loud grunt he switched positions from his seat facing to the van's door and kicked it swiftly and effortlessly in a show of strength and horrifying aggression as he leaped out of the door and ran all the way to the other side of the van where Wanda was at. Fox's eyes were dilated and his lips matching the dark crimson of blood. The man leaped into the van's opening and onto Wanda like a wild animal...

And Fox pinned the woman down with his muscular arms and form and bent down his face to meet hers to deliver a chilling, silent grunt and whisper. 

"Just be calm."​

 

Lemon Warning​

Pressing closer to the woman's body, Fox's deep breaths touched upon the nape of her neck as a pair of warm lips began to graze it's surface rather strongly. He heard the woman's cry and weak plea to not hurt her over and over again but at that point his other senses overflowed his ability to think straight. Lust, wild feelings of increased temperature and pleasure then took it's course with a mighty roar. He had always fancied her figure and style and finally in this remote area he had the chance. Fox scanned down Wanda's body with his black eyes for a moment, then retreated his gaze back down to his own body: bare, slim upper body with a now annoying set of pants getting in his way. Glancing at Wanda for a moment, he then sat up and began to fiddle with his belt buckle until the sight of the leather belt flung away to the passenger's seat with great speed. The kidnapper's dark smirk widened to a cruel smile then proceeding to part with a dash of his seductive tongue. The sight of a defenseless woman who looked at good as Wanda made him almost fumble in his words until he muttered out something incoherent after his pants were completely rid.

Fox's nose grazed the side of Wanda's cheek and ran down to her chin where he gave a series of small and wet kisses. Despite the sudden display of passion that seemed a little comfortable at best, the man's hands began to wander around roughly and almost never let up from that point on. He squeezed in places where no stranger could, prodded and held her close to him as he finally freed her from the binds of her rained-out clothing rather easily with one vicious swipe; the sounds of fabric tearing off from her body following the sight of her undergarments flying off to the side. Just before anything got from bad to worse, his eyes met with Wanda's briefly to show a fine glaze of seduction....and twisted insanity. Fox's fine lips suddenly pressed and pulled pleasurably against her own for about 2 minutes before moving on to feeling and kissing around her body with much more detail on giving off a pleasurable feel.




(I....am terrible at this. This shit is agonizing to type.. asdasdsasdasdsasd ;____; )

 

Powerful grunting and groaning drowned out the sound of rainfall occurring outside. The display of power continued on as Fox overpowered the poor girl into submission by his male instinct, his need for power as well. The eternal seconds confining Wanda into a vortex of suffering entered into minutes. This non-stop violation increased in intensity, Fox himself going more and more rough with his bodily movements on Wanda and much faster. He ignored Wanda's hysterical cries and flipped her over face down to muffle her. After doing so, the man pulled out and whispered into her ear with such a strange manner. It was unknown what were his thoughts or motives were for the comment; "Am I hurting you?"