## Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:56 am

So, I'm new here and I want to see what people think of this story I came up with. If you all could provide some constructive criticism, I'd much appreciate it.
I was working late on a Friday night at Quick Check. We were open twenty-four hours, and my shifted lasted until four in the morning. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Most people didn’t come in that late, so I was completely bored. I decided to pick up the nearest tabloid. I snickered at the latest pictures of stars without make-up.
I started flipping through the pages and snickered some more. Then the bell rang and I put the magazine back on the rack and turned to the customer.
“Hi, anything I can do for you?” I asked.
The man came up to the counter. He was huge. He was at least half a foot taller than me. He had a ring between his nostrils. I gulped as he walked to the counter. “Are you Jared Larkin?”
I took a deep breath. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. Was it best to lie or tell the truth?
“It would be best to tell the truth, Jared. It will make things a lot easier.”
“Yes, I am Jared Larkin.”
“You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
I gulped. “I do know. What are you going to do to me?”
“Look, all I need is information. You can tell me now, or you can tell me after I’ve beaten the crap out of you. Which would you rather?”
“What information do you need?”
The guy snorted. “You should already know.”
My body convulsed. It would be best to find a way to kill myself. That was the only way to save my dad. He had told me too much, and now my knowledge would get him killed.
“You know who I am, right?” asked the guy.
“You’re Jack freaking Craig, the guy who feels no pain.”
“You’re right. But I do feel pain, just not a lot. So don’t try anything. It won’t work.”
Jack Craig had subjected himself to all sorts of self-mutilation in order to feel as little pain as possible. He was also a sick, sick man. He had a personal vendetta against anyone who was not a white male. I am a white male, but I had the misfortune of having a dad who was trying to form a group to stop Jack from his sick crap, and I knew about it. Jack had many people who worked for him, some who agreed with him, some who just worked because they needed money, and some who were forced to work for him. My dad’s best friend had been forced to work for him, but my dad said he would find a way to stop the madness, but he wouldn’t let him know anything, in case he was tortured into saying something. But he told me, because he thought no one would ever know. I knew one name: Skylar Fierce. She was heading the team. That’s all I knew. And not only would my dad die because of me, so would she.
“I’m not going to tell you crap,” I said.
“So I take it we’re doing this the hard way.” He punched me in the face. The man must have been at least six foot four and three hundred pounds. I was five foot six and only one hundred pounds. At nineteen years old, it was super embarrassing to be this short and skinny, and I hated it. And now I hated it even more, because with one punch, I was out.
I woke up handcuffed to a metal pipe over my head. I was in some kind of basement. I had tape over my mouth. Jack was sitting at a table, reading the same tabloid I had been looking at earlier. He looked at me and smiled. “Oh good, you’re awake. He came up to me and ripped the tape off my mouth.
“I’m not telling you anything,” I said again.
Jack cocked his head and hit me in the stomach. I started gasping for air. He then grabbed a knife and held it in front of my face. “If you don’t tell me within five seconds, I will carve the word loser into your cheek.”
I shook my head. He counted down and then gouged into my cheek. I screamed in agony. I writhed around and lashed out with my feet, but that just made Jack decide to tie my ankles together with rope. Then he began carving again.
By this time I was crying. I didn’t want my dad to die because of me, and Skylar, whoever she was, must be a good woman for trying to stop Jack. She didn’t deserve to die. But maybe if I told him who she was, maybe she was capable of saving herself. And my dad. I thought about lying, but Jack would never believe me. And I couldn’t stand having my face carved into again.
“Skylar Fierce. That’s all I know. Now let me go.”
Jack shook his head at me. “No, I’m not letting you go. I’m going to kill you.”
I was okay with this. I deserved this for telling him her name. I waited for the trigger to be pulled. But the gunshot didn’t come.
A tall figure had appeared. Whoever it was, they were wearing a black sweatshirt, and their face was covered by a ski mask. They had disarmed Jack. Then the figure punched and kicked him. He got a few hits in too, and his punches seemed to make the figure stagger more than theirs did to him. But finally the figure put their hand around his throat and lifted him onto his toes. In that moment I realized a few things. The figure was a woman. I could see her boobs. She was also really strong and really tall, even taller than Jack.
I could see Jack’s life fading, but then he managed to hit the woman in the stomach. She dropped him. He ran toward the gun but she stomped on his hand and picked it up. He ran out the door. She ran after him and was gone for a few minutes. Then she returned.
“He left. I’m going to get you out of here, but I need you to come with me. Are you willing to come?”
“That depends: Can I trust you?”
“That’s a funny question because I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“Well, then, I guess I’m not willing to come.”
She laughed. “Okay, but that only makes it harder for you.”
“What do you mean?”
She shook her head and laughed again. Then she looked around. “Do you know where the keys are? For the handcuffs?”
“No idea.”
She kept looking, but to no avail. She did, however, pick up the knife Jack had left on the floor after cutting my face open. “You don’t have AIDS do you?”
“No, of course not, but why the heck are you asking?”
She pulled up her sleeves and sliced her wrist.
“What the heck are you doing?” I screamed.
“Getting you out of here,” she said. Then she rubbed her hand over the blood and placed her hands on the cuffs. After a few minutes, she was able to slip the cuffs off my hands.
Then she grabbed some rope.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Tying you up.”
“Why?!” I cried.
She just shook her head at me and grabbed my wrists. I tried to resist but she was even stronger than Jack. She tied my arms behind me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m going to tell you that later.”
“Look, can you just let me go? I mean, you saved my life, so you must not want me dead.”
“No, I don’t want you dead.”
“So then why—” She had shoved a cloth into my mouth and tied it behind my head. Then she blindfolded me. Then she picked me up over her shoulder. We walked up some stairs and out a door. Then she unlocked a car and threw me in. She buckled my seat belt and then got in herself.
“Okay, I needed to gag you because I need to tell you some things. Then I will take the gag out and let you ask me questions. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded.
“Okay, I need information from you, but I’m not planning on torturing it out of you. I am not going to kill you and I will only hurt you if necessary. I am on your side. Now, I am going to take the gag out. If you scream, no one will hear you. It’s late and we’re on a deserted road. Your screaming will only piss me off and I’ll put it back in. Do you understand?”
I nodded. If she was kidnapping me, then she was probably one of the nicer kidnappers there was.
She took out my gag.
“What information do you need?”
“I need you to tell me who Skylar Fierce is.”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay…well, who does she work for?”
“I…I’m not sure I want to tell you that.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Okay. She works for my dad.”
“And if I am correct, your dad would be Wade Larkin, right?”
“Yeah, how did you know that?”
“I just do.”
“Okay, so is that it?”
“No. You won’t be safe if I let you go and besides, I need your help.”
“You need my help? With what?”
“That will have to wait until later. Now if you don’t have any other questions, I am going to put the gag back in.”
I felt her hand on the cloth around my neck. “Wait,” I said.
“What?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You saved my life. So thank you.”
She started to put the gag back in again, but once again, I said, “Wait.”
She sighed. “This is the last time I’m waiting for you.”
“Will I get to see your face? I want to see what the woman who saved my life looks like.”
She put the gag back in. “You will. Later.” Then she sighed again. “And you’re welcome.”

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by VictimNumber1 » Wed Sep 05, 2012 2:47 am

Great start and very good for a first time story. I'll be following this topic.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:44 am

Thank you so much. I will try to continue pretty soon, but my life has been hectic lately, so I don't know if it will be happening all that soon.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by VictimNumber1 » Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:32 am

That's fine, don't feel pressured to write, continue at your own pace.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:13 pm

The rest of the car ride was silent. It seemed like an eternity until the car finally stopped. I heard the woman get out and the door slam. Then she came to my side and picked me up over her shoulder. She walked with me slung over her shoulder and then she jostled around with a set of keys. I could tell we had just gone in a building. She walked down some steps. Then she stopped.
"Melissa, I've got him," she said. "Can you let me in?"
"Nice job! Okay, I am unlocking the door."
A door opened. "Do you need me to help you with this?"
"No, I'll take care of him. He hasn't put up much of a fight so far. I think he trusts me." Then she put me down on a chair and said into my ear, "And that's a good decision."
"Okay, I'll leave. Just tell me if you need anything."
"Yeah, don't worry Melissa, I will."
The door closed and I heard the woman walk over to lock it. She came over and tied some rope around my chest and tied my ankles to chair. Then she took my blindfold off. She was still wearing the ski mask, but she had removed her sweatshirt to reveal a black tank top (or maybe I should call it a muscle shirt) and ridiculously ripped arms. Then she took the ski mask off. Her hair was slightly disheveled. She was brunette. Her eyes were almost black, but they looked kind. She was very pale.
"Okay, Jared. Remember, I'm only going to hurt you if I have to. Please don't scream. No one will hear you, but I already have a headache and I don't want you making it worse. Nod if you understand."
I nodded. She took my gag off.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" I asked.
"My name is Adrianne Burns. I work with a team of people who are trying to take down Jack Craig. One of the people I work with is a computer hacker. He found the name Skylar Fierce on your father's computer. He found a photo. But there was no info on what her job is supposed to be. Jack Craig, however, leaves a trail of destruction on his computer. We figured out he was going to take you. You were lucky I got there just in time. It took me forever to get there and we didn't find out until two hours before he took you. I am horrified by what he did to you. Utterly horrified." She shuddered and stared at the wall for a few minutes.
"So what do you need my help with?" I asked.
"I need you to take me to your dad. I need to find out who Skylar Fierce is. She might be able to help us. I don't know if you're going to be involved after that, but you need to stay with us for your own protection. Do you trust me?" She looked into my eyes.
"Yes, I nodded. You saved my life. How could I not?"
"Will you take me to your dad?"
"Yeah, but only if you let me drive."
She shot daggers at me with her eyes.
"I'm kidding," I said. "Gosh, learn to take a joke. I know no one likes it when someone else is driving their car."
She chuckled. "You're a nice boy, Jared. And I like your hair. Long, brown, wavy, caramel-colored hair is really cool on a guy."
"Thanks, I guess. And how many descriptive words about my hair can you fit in one sentence?"
She smiled a lop-sided grin. "You're a wise guy, too, and I don't really like wise guys, but you're nice, so I don't care."
"Adrianne, can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, what?"
"I think you're really hot. And you've got a nice rack."
Suddenly she started shaking. She turned red and I could tell she was extremely angry. She came over to me and I didn't know what was coming and I never would have guessed that she would do what she was about to do. She kissed me, long and hard, and I kissed back. It was amazing. But then she punched me, really, really hard. I saw stars and wondered exactly what just happened. Then I blacked out.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by TieMeUpTight24 » Fri Sep 07, 2012 10:37 am

Ha, awesome story so far.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:22 pm

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Sun Sep 09, 2012 2:43 pm

I heard a noise. It sounded like it was coming from a distance. Suddenly I could start making out words.
"Wake the heck up, Jared." I felt a light tap on my cheek and then some cold water was thrown on my face. I woke up with a jolt.
Adrianne stood in front of me with a glass of water. "Here, you need a drink." She held it to my lips. I looked down at it, not sure if I should drink it. "Jared, there's nothing in it. It's just water, so drink. You're probably getting dehydrated."
I opened my mouth. She tilted my head back and poured the water in. When I was finished, she set the glass on a table.
"I'm sorry, Jared. I didn't punch you as hard as I could. I didn't realize it would knock you out and give you a big red welt on your cheek."
I looked down. "That really hurt Adrianne."
She knelt in front of me and lifted my chin up so I was forced to look directly into her eyes. "I can tell. And I'm sorry. I never should have done that."
"Then why did you?"
"Jared, I.......I don't like it when anyone calls me hot and especially when people comment on my boobs. I hate my personal appearance in all honesty and it made me angry when you said what you said."
"Then why did you kiss me?"
She looked down. Then she got up and went over to the wall across from me and slid down to the floor. She ran her fingers through her hair. "Because, Jared, I wanted to see what kissing you would be like because for a second I really thought I might like you."
"For a second? So what, now you don't like me at all, and that's why you hit me? You hated the kiss?"
Adrianne's arms shook. This time she wasn't angry. She looked really upset, like she was fighting some idea that was coming into her mind. She kept opening and closing her mouth and her leg twitched. I wanted to come over and put my arm around her, but I couldn't since I was still tied to the chair.
Adrianne sight and got up off the floor. She went around behind me and started untying my wrists. "Jared, you have it totally wrong. I loved the kiss. That's why I hit you."
I craned my head around to look at her. "I don't understand. Why-"
She covered my mouth with her hand. "You don't need to understand. Now, there's no room available for you to sleep, and besides, I'm supposed to stay with you tonight in case you do anything stupid." She finished untying me from the chair. "Come on." She took my hand and led me through a dirty basement to a room down the hall. She unlocked the door and led me inside. "This is my room. The bathroom's on the right. You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. I'll most likely know if you've gotten up because you'll probably step on me, and I'm a light sleeper anyway, so don't think about leaving. You're safer here anyway."
"Wait, Adrianne, this bed is big enough for two people, and you're going to sleep on the floor?"
If looks could kill, I would be dead. For a second I thought she was going to hit me again, but she didn't. "Jared, just go to bed."
"No, here, I'll sleep on the floor. You take the bed."
"Thanks for being chivalrous and all, but I don't like chivalry." She came over and picked me up and put me on the bed. Then she reached over me and got a pillow. She laid down facing me.
"Aren't you cold down there? You don't even have a sheet," I said. "And the floor's not even soft."
"Give it a rest, Jared."
I sighed. "Whatever. But just so you know, I'm cold." I'm not sure why I said I was cold. I mean, I was, but I didn't know what she would do about it. But there was that little part of me that wanted her to crawl into bed with me and keep me warm.
She kept looking at me, so I turned away from her and inched over to the other side of the bed. A few minutes passed. I was shivering like crazy, but I felt myself finally giving in to sleep.
Then I heard Adrianne sigh. "You really do look like you're freezing." She heard her get up and climb into the bed. She put her arms around me. Immediately I felt warmer.
"Thank you," I said. I wanted to say something else, maybe an apology for making her do this. Obviously she wasn't comfortable with this at all. It almost seemed like maybe she didn't like males in general with the way she acted around me. Finally I decided to ask her, "Hey, are you okay with being in bed with me?"
She didn't say anything for a really long time, and I thought maybe she had gone to sleep. I started to drift off, but suddenly she said, "I'm not sure. Good night, Jared."
"Good night, Adrianne, sweet dreams," I mumbled, and immediately fell asleep,

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:04 am

Okay, so no one's commented on the last post, but I'll keep going anyway.
The next morning, I met the rest of the team. Melissa was a skinny, blonde woman who was fantastic with guns. She must have been pretty strong despite being skinny because she could reload a shotgun with one arm, just like Sarah Connor. Then there was Aiden, the hacker Adrianne had mentioned. He was black and wasn't skinny or fat and didn't really have a whole lot of muscle. Maria, a fairly tall and curvascious woman with black hair, was the designated driver. And then there was Damien, who had never seemed to lose his baby fat despite looking like he was my age. He was the medical guy. If someone had a bad wound, he was there to give them stitches.
Adrianne was the one who handled all things in hand to hand combat. She said that was usually the best way of doing things, and only brought in Melissa when necessary. Adrianne said she often did things alone, but when she needed Melissa, the whole team went.
"Isn't it dangerous, though?" I asked. "You going alone? I mean, what if you get really hurt?"
Aiden snorted. "Sometimes she does, but she always downplays it. And seriously, I really don't think it's possible to kill Adrianne. She's like a tank or something."
"But Adrianne, you looked like crap after you saved my life," I said. "And I didn't even see you do anything to bandage up your wrists."
Adrianne looked down at her arm. She was wearing an overly large sweatshirt and I couldn't see her wrists. I walked over to her and grabbed her arm. Her eyes widened and she flinched away from me.
"Adrianne, why don't you just show him your wrists. You didn't even tell me about it and remember what happend the last time?" Damien said.
Adrianne drew her wrist back and held on to it.
"What happened to her the last time, Damien?" I asked.
This time Maria answered. "She got a freaking infection that was festering for about three days. And guess how she got it?"
"How did she get it?" I asked.
"She got stabbed in the leg," Maria answered.
I turned to Adrianne. "And you didn't tell anyone?" I lunged towards her and grabbed her wrist again. This time she sighed and let me pull her sleeve up.
The cuts were still bleeding in places. Damien shook his head and got some medical tape and put it around her wrist.
"All right, well now that Adrianne's wasted us a whole lot of time with her stubborness, I think it's time to leave," said Maria. "Everyone get in the car."
We walked up the stairs of the dingy basement. Apparently they stationed themselves at Melissa's house. She was the oldest out of them and had a fairly large place, but the basement was horribly kept and yet that's where everyone slept except her. She said her room wasn't much better and that really the upstairs was totally unfurnished. She spent most of her time downstairs too.
"So Jared, you'll sit in the front with me and tell me where you live, okay?" Maria said.
"Yeah," I responded, although I really wanted to stay by Adrianne.
Melissa took her shotgun and Damien took all sorts of medical supplies. Aiden was on his laptop.
We got to my house in three hours. I knocked on my dad's door while the team waited in the car.
My dad came to the door, and seeing that it was me, he opened it right away. "Jared, I thought you had gotten killed!"
"No, dad, a woman named Adrianne saved my life. She works with a team. They're in the van over there." I nodded at them and they all came out.
My dad's eyes widened at the team. "Dad, they need to know who Skylar Fierce is."
A young woman walked out of the side door of my house. "I'm Skylar Fierce."
She was an inch or two shorter than me. She was a little chubby, but her body seemed to be a combination of fat and muscle. However, she did not look scary in the least, and only looked to be about sixteen. Her acne gave her away. Her hair was a light brown that only went down to her shoulders.
"How old are you?" Melissa asked.
"I'm eighteen." Well, she was older than I thought she was. She turned to me. "Jared, it's great that you showed up, because I have a job for you."
"Huh?" I asked.
"Yeah. We're going to let you get kidnapped. We'll put a tracker on you, though, hidden where Jack and his men won't find it. Then we'll know where they are."
"Wait, what?" Adrianne asked. "I don't want him to get killed!"
"Adrianne, Jared's dad and I knew about you guys for awhile. We were waiting for you to show up. Don't worry, you'll get to save him. But it will be at the expense of your own life."
"What?" I cried.
"Yeah. She'll go in once she finds out where you are. She'll tell them to take her instead. Three minutes later, a bomb will go off. One that she'll have hidden in her clothes. You'll get out alive, though, Jared."
"Are you sure he'll get out alive?" asked Adrianne.
I glared at her. "You're not sacrificing you life for me!" I cried.
Skylar turned to me. "It won't be for you. It will be for everyone Jack plans on killing."
I was shaking by this time. After an hour of confrontation, I went along with the plan. They hid the tracker in my privates. And then the dropped me off at the Quick Check.
A few hours later, I was captured by Jack and his men. I ended up on the floor of some builing, hogtied with a cleave gag in my mouth and a blindfold on. They had also plugged my ears up, so I couldn't hear anything. I felt helpless, especially knowing that in a little while, Adrianne would be dead.
Sorry guys that this post was kind of sucky. I didn't have a lot of time but wanted to finish this part right now. I would've done more character and plot developement if it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to get to the bondage part sooner.

### Re: Kidnapped by the Woman Who Saved My Life

Post by Sacrificiallove » Sat Sep 15, 2012 6:53 pm

So I'm going to go ahead and finish this because I have another story I'm planning out, and it's going to be utterly horrific and in the PG-17 section. And I'm going to take my time with it.
I don't know how long I waited, but eventually Adrianne showed up. She pulled my blindfold off, ungagged me, took my ear plugs out, and then untied me.
"You have five minutes to get out. Hurry up. I'll make sure they don't follow you. Now go."
About five men lay unconscious on the floor, one of them being Jack. I looked at Adrianne's hardened face. "Kill them now. Then take out the bomb and come with me. I'm not leaving you here to die."
"Jared, you have to go."
"No."
"Jared, get out of here now!" Adrianne's eyes were ice cold.
"Where the heck is the bomb, Adrianne?"
"Jared, you don't understand, do you? The bomb is inside me."
"What?!" I cried.
"It's in my arm. Now you have four minutes. Do I have to carry you out?"
I shook my head, horrified. Then I had an idea. I went over to Jack and extracted a knife from his pocket.
"What the heck are you doing, Jared?" Adrianne shouted.
"Saving your life. This is repayment for saving mine." I grabbed her arm. "I know you can take the pain. Are you ready?"
Our eyes met. For a second I thought she'd jerk away from me and pick me up over her shoulder and carry me out, but instead she nodded.
I dug the knife into her arm. She let out a gasp. "Crap, that hurts."
Her blood poured out, but Adrianne steeled herself and I kept going. I found the bomb. It was small. I got it out. We had three minutes left. I took Adriann's hand and we ran as fast as we could. Five seconds after we got out of the building, the bomb went off. We were knocked to the ground. But we were alive, both of us.
After it was all over and Adrianne was stitched up, she smiled at me. "Thank you, Jared."
"For what?"
"For saving my life."
"You saved me first."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Hey, Adrianne, can you tie me up?"
Adrianne glared at me, but suddenly an evil grin appeared on her face. "Sure," she said. She grabbed some rope and tied my hands behind my back, then tied my ankles. Then she kissed me and shoved a cloth in my mouth.
"You know, you told me you liked being tied up by me. Honestly, I like tying you up. I think we're a good match for each other. Now I'm just going to sit here and watch you squirm. Would you like that?"
"Mmph." I nodded.
Adrianne smiled. "I thought you would."
******************I know that ending was incredibly bad, but I have a better one planned. At least, I hope it will be better.