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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2009 12:41:05 GMT -8
Jack smiled "you should" he said as the waitress came back. "here are your drinks. Do you know what you want?"
Jack looked up "yeah. I'll have the eggplant lasagna" he looked at Audrey "I'm a vegetarian. I just couldn't handle seeing those animals slaughtered, especially the babies"
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 12, 2009 12:53:28 GMT -8
"Thanks." Audrey took the drink and sipped at it, cautiously at first, but once assured it was good, she smirked. "Not bad at all. You know your drinks." She complimented. When he ordered his food, she gave him a semi-impressed look, but then chuckled. "Cute." Audrey didn't think much about killing animals. She liked meat, needed meat and therefore ate it. Hey, it tasted good. "Can't say I'm so good about it. I like meat." It couldn't hurt to be honest. She'd rather not lie about something like that. Besides, who was she trying to impress? No one. "Spaghetti's fine here." She said to the waitress.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2009 13:13:43 GMT -8
the waitress nodded and walked away
"In asnwer to your question, I do go to school. I'm a junior in high school; I go to Degrassi" he said, sipping on his soda "what about you?"
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 16, 2009 21:49:43 GMT -8
"Sophomore. Degrassi too. Just moved here actually." The young girl shrugged, looking down at the table momentarily. She ran her hand back through her dark hair, feeling the moisture from all the dancing earlier that night. While it wasn't too impress, Audrey simply knew how make-up could look after too much dancing and thought to at least check it. Since they had time before the food arrived, she looked at him and smiled. "Hey, I gotta hit the washroom, all right? I'll be right back." The brunette excused herself, pushed in her seat and quickly navigated her way to the ladies washroom. Once inside, she checked herself in the full length mirror. Not bad, not bad at all. Approaching the counter instead, she checked over her face, only to find it was perfectly fine. Oh, she made a good choice this time around. It wasn't that she was scared that it'd been washed away, but instead that it was smeared or looked too fake. That was annoying.
With that checked, she pulled back from the mirror. She didn't want to keep him waiting too long and that was really an unimportant venture. She wasn't out to impress, only to make sure she didn't look like a walking, talking freakshow. Then, with a sigh, the petite girl walked to the door and slipped out again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2009 8:28:04 GMT -8
Jack nodded "no problem" he said. When she went into the washroom, he looked to where the waitress was then got up and went over to the restroom, just waiting for her to come back out. This was going to be a lot of fun for him. He had the chloraform-filled cloth waiting when she came back out, and he grabbed her from behind and shoved it in her face
"have a good rest" he whispered maniacally, a satisfied grin on his psychotic face
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 17, 2009 12:13:25 GMT -8
When the hands grabbed her from behind, Audrey barely had time to yelp into the cloth that invaded her personal space. Inhaling the chloroform, Audrey felt herself black out. It was practically instantaneous. She never saw it coming, nor did she know who did it. There was just an instant black surrounding her, and her small frame fell back against the arms of the man that had attacked her. Out cold, there wasn't a chance of her waking up too quickly.
[Not much to do when you're on conscioooous. =P]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2009 12:44:28 GMT -8
Jack carried her out the back door, unnoticed by the waitress. He got her to his car, which was parked behind the restaurant and stuffed her in the trunk. Why give her the priviledge of riding in the back seat?
It took him twenty minutes to get to the edge of town and into the woods. Everything was done with precision. He drove behind the shed that he owned and popped the trunk. He removed her clothing and took in the scent before he burned it. He then carried her inside, locking the door with a padlock and putting the key in his pocket.
The chains were getting rusty, and shards of metal were sticking out, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this. Probably far too much for his own good. He chained her up, the shards driving into her wrists.
He looked over at the other girl he had gotten to last night. She was still breathing? He walked over and drove a stake into her chest, finishing her off. However, he didn't move her. He let her lay there, keeping Audrey company when she woke up.
The only thing to do now was wait. Jack lit some candles and sat on his couch, watching his videos, as he patiently waited for her to wake up
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 17, 2009 13:50:23 GMT -8
It took quite a while for the young girl to begin to rouse from the chloroform induced sleep. Judgement lagged by sleep, she lazily opened her dark eyes and blinked away the sleep. Groaning, she closed her eyes again and tried to rub them, but the restraints halted her. Her brown eyes opened, a sudden hasten to her heartbeat. Instinctively, her body knew something was wrong. When she pulled, shards of metal dug into her wrists, forcing the girl to cringe. Then, looking down at her body, her eyes widened. What the hell? What'd she do? Fall asleep on some bondage porn set? No. Her mind tried to track back to what happened. She was dancing. Did someone spike her water? The options ran endlessly, but her recount of the restaurant was too fuzzy to make sense of just yet. To try to keep track of where she was, she glanced to the side, only to see a corpse, bloodied and staked right next to her. "Fuck!" She yelped, and tugged hard on the chains, despite the way the metal cut her skin. If anything, she thought that the blood could help her slip her thin wrists out, but it didn't.
One thing she had going for her was a high tolerance to pain. This wasn't the kind of chick that was going to burst into tears at any stress or fear. No, she had to be smart. Something had happened. Something sick. This had to be a nightmare, and unlike the kids in the horror flicks, she wasn't going to yell for help, or scream to find out if anyone was there. If someone brought her here, then why would she want them to come down and greet her? Fuck no. She wanted to find a way to escape before she had to meet the person. Her chains rattled, but her strength served her no justice. God, what happened? And where the hell were her clothes?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2009 13:57:08 GMT -8
Jack heard her and rolled his eyes, standing up "don't make me gag you. Not like anyone would come to your aide anyways" he pulled out a coin "so. Heads or tails?" he asked casually, leaning against the wall
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 17, 2009 14:07:44 GMT -8
"Exactly why I didn't scream, Bozo the--" As her eyes narrowed in on his familiar features, the recognition struck her. Like a dvd skipping back a couple of chapters, the Italian restaurant came to mind. That boy-- That seemingly nice young man was standing right there. “Wolf?” That wasn’t his name, but it was the first reference that came to mind. Jesus. Her hands clenched into fists and she twisted her wrists a little in an attempt to fight with the chains. It didn’t help, only hurt a little more. “Never was a betting girl. Tails.” There was fear in her eyes, but it didn’t show in her personality. What showed was defiance, but not that angry, stubborn defiance that got people killed. It was a silent, dignified stubborn act that really was ten times more classy than struggling screaming and cursing at the bastard.
If something was going to happen to her, she wasn’t going to go down as a bitch or a screaming whimpery brat. There had to be some honour there. And while it might have sounded outrageous to anyone else, Audrey had standards of herself and one of those happened to not be an embarrassment to herself. She was better than that. She wasn’t a moronic broad with no sense of survival instinct. She knew the tricks these little bastards liked to pull. Most of them fed off of fear and pain. It was hard to devour it when you didn’t have any to give. The teenager wasn’t going to give him what he wanted; whatever the fuck that was. Glancing to the corpse next to her, she had to block her mind from feeling any sympathy. She was already gone. Just a lump of meat. She’d think differently later, but for now it was about preserving mind and body. “Friend of yours?” She asked, gesturing with a nod to the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2009 14:18:07 GMT -8
"You know, I love the nickname. I really do. You're the first girl who's contributed to anything" when she said she wasn't a betting girl, Jack smirked "well, there's a first time for everything. And betting your life makes it that much funner" he said, letting her know that her life was on the line.
He flipped the coin and it landed on her hand "heads. Looks like we get to have some fun tonight" he told her, getting out his ring. He began wrapping it in foil, when she asked about the girl. He looked over and shrugged "nah. Carrie's just a loner, no one will miss her. Just like you"
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 17, 2009 15:46:20 GMT -8
"Well, wolf. It--Fits. It really, really does. Just not the cute, fluffy puppy kind." Audrey replied, and even though her opinion on him had shifted completely, she didn't stop calling him by it. It could be his name all he wanted. Besides, if a predator was what he wanted to be, then hell, wolf might be the name. Judging by the dead girl at her side, she had a good feeling it wasn't something she'd be getting out of. While it made her shudder and fear wrack her body, she tried not to show it. Instead, she kept some calm and looked at the coin as it landed on her hand. "What a drag. I had so much fun already." She replied, chewing down on her lower lip when he started to wrap his ring in foil.
"What're you doing, dude?" If this was going to happen, she wanted to know what was happening. She wasn't going to be left in the dark with surprises only. This could very well be it and she wasn't into spectator sports. She ignored the loner part. No, she thought she'd be missed. She had a family. She didn't have much in the way of friends in Toronto. But someone had to miss her-- God, she wasn't going to care if she was dead anyway. She wouldn't care about anything.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2009 15:55:32 GMT -8
Jack chuckled "I wouldn't have wanted to be a puppy anyways. They're annoying" he said as he took some tongs and held the ring over a candle. He watched as it heated up "first things first. My trademark. I do this with all my girls" he said, ignoring her questions. She'd find out soon enough. He went over to her and pulled her hair back, kissing her neck. "you are gonna rock my world tonight" he whispered into her ear before he gently pushed her right earlobe out of the way and pressed the ring against her skin, burning a ringed scar into it
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 23, 2009 15:56:20 GMT -8
"And here, I thought I was special, wolf boy. Guess not." With a tone of feigned disappointment, she watched as he heated up the ring. It didn't take a surgeon to discover what he was going to do. When his lips touched her neck, however, she could barely disguise the shudder that travelled deep through her. It was one of disgust and reaction to the sensitive area of her throat. Following it, was the tension of her muscles as she prepared to be burned with the ring. As it burned into the skin, she clenched her teeth and let out a quiet hiss. Her eyes closed habitually, but when they opened, they looked up at Jack without pain or fear. Although, there wasn't defiance there either. She knew how to play up her expressions and she surprised herself with her abilities. Too bad he couldn't hear her heart rate.
"Too bad mine's not gonna be too rocked. You're a little too-- Testoroney for my taste." Audrey never planned to cease conversation. It was the one thing that really could ground her. Not to mention, it was better than screaming, crying or given him more of a reason to hurt her further. Aware that most men like him got off on the pain, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. Nor did she plan to annoy him into chopping her head off at the neck. No, best keep it casual, despite the dangerous signals her every nerve was sending her body. She should be in fight or flight, not casual dinner talk.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 11:01:48 GMT -8
The dinner talk was not what the boy wanted. He wanted to hear her scream, to hear her beg him to preserve her life. And while he didn't outwardly admit it to her, his ego was hurt that she was able to keep calm. That would soon change, though. He was determined of that.
Jack smirked and tossed the ring aside before he went and got his box of Trojans. He pulled out, not one, not two, but three condoms. After all, he didn't want to get himself hurt. Just her. He pulled out his bucket of shards of glass before putting on a pair of medical gloves.
He studied his work area, then grabbed a jar of honey and set it near his handy-dandy candle. He turned back to her "so, tell me more about yourself" he said, arms folded casually as he waited for the honey to heat up
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