Andre was terrified. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him, of all people. And while he would normally be very appreciative of a beautiful young woman smiling at him, in this context it made him shudder. The way she smiled seemed so warm...and certain. Like she knew that he was already helpless against her and that he may as well submit. He put up no resistance as she marched him through the subway, up the escalator, and outside to the waiting car. When Andre saw the parked vehicle, he realized that this was his only chance of escaping.
Looking around frantically, he tried to see if there was anywhere he could run. Maybe if he could get into traffic, she wouldn't be able to shoot him.
Before he could think of anything else, Andre felt himself being grabbed by the shoulder and quickly turned around to face the mysterious red-haired kidnapper. She was smiling again! The way she grinned at him made his heart pound in his chest. She knew that he belonged to her. But what she said immediately afterwards made his blood pressure spike.
"And now for the unpleasant part..."
She raised her gun to his throat and fired. For a moment, Andre thought that she had just murdered him with an actual bullet. He tried to scream, but all he could manage was a pitiful groan. Reaching up to his neck, he felt a small object embedded in his skin.
Then, in the next instant, Andre felt his limbs getting heavier and heavier, as if they were attached to weights. He couldn't stand, and began to reel backwards and fall towards the pavement. But the woman stepped forward and caught him in her arms.
As his vision began to blur, he noticed the placement of her smooth hands: one around his shoulders and the other at the small of his back, uncomfortably close to his bum. The woman's grip was firm and solid, making him feel all the more weak as his body and mind became more flaccid. He looked up at her. Her eyes were as bright as emeralds and her hair was the color of blood. Andre tried to grab her, not to fight back, but to support himself and to plead. Even as his senses began to weaken, he could tell that her figure was firm and sleek. Though they were about the same height and proportions, her body was much stronger then his. In any physical contest, she would dominate him easily.
"Please...don't take me." was all the Andre could managed before he let out a sigh and his body went limp. His head came to rest on her shoulder, almost like he was trying to find security and comfort with the same person who was taking him hostage.
When he awoke, he thought that it had just been a nightmare. But then he opened his eyes and saw only darkness, and when he tried to roll over, he found that his wrists and legs had been bound. As his mind filled with terror and his body began squirming, he tried to cry out...
"Where am I!? What do you want with me!? Please, someone help me!!!"
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