I wrote this without any big plan for what it would be, only that I wanted to write something rather short. Sorry for any wrong spellings or anything else.
*Martin*
"Give it a break, will ya?" Martin muttered, watching Luka punch their prisoner for the fifth time, and he stopped, giving Martin a sharp glance, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his mouth forming an unamused expression. Martin scanned their new prisoner from where he was sitting up under the ceiling in the stable, his legs swung slightly back and forth and his eyes cold and narrowed under heavy, dark bangs, as they used to be. The girl could had once been pretty, but now she looked like a mess. Her blonde curls fell down her slender shoulders, wet and sweaty. Her heart-shaped face had probably seen better days, with a cut right over her left eyebrow and full of blue-green bruises. One bruise covered her eye all the way round and it had already turned purple and ugly. Her lit-blue blouse looked more grey than blue and it was hanging slightly from her shoulder and down her arm. "Let her talk" He murmured and jumped down into the hay, walking forth to stare down at their tightly chair-tied prisoner. His cold eyes was all over her body, inhaling her soft curves with both hands in his sides. The black shirt he was wearing hang loosely on his skinny body, and it was only halfway pulled down under his blue, ripped jeans after the chase just two hours later. It had been rough and wild and the girl which name was Amanda hadn't let them get her that easily. Luka was slightly more muscular than his friend, Martin. The sun had colored his skin in a lite tone of golden and around his golden brown neck hang a silver fang-shaped pendant necklace, softly thudding against his chest as he moved his hand and pulled down their prisoner's gag. It was a simple cleave, though effective. She spat out the remaining down on the floor, but she was so beaten, she barely spoke out loude. They had nothing to fear she would scream out, she wouldn't dare. "Speak louder" Marting commanded with a cold, mercyless voice. "W-why are you doing this?" The poor girl was frightened to death, her full lips shaking and her eyes showing nothing but pure fear, most for her own sake. Would they hurt her again? She didn't want to. Marting could see it in her expression and body language. She was completely done, making a dark smirk twist on his features. "My girl.." Martin stepped closer and grabbed her jaws tight, pressing his short nails into her cheeks and forced her to look him in the eye. Her body trembled, but he ignored it. "What do you think? Your family is rich, I am not. You own this farm, I own nothing. Do you have any idea how horrible I felt when they claimed me to be not a part of the family? How depressed I became to know that you couldn't even look at me as your own brother?" The last part came out as a hateful snarl and he squeezed her jaws even tighter, making her whimper in pain and fright. "Y-you were mad... You... Became someone else.. You will never be my brother anymore.." Amanda stuttered and he released her, turning his back on her and motioned for Luka to leave. He understood by only a single head movment and walked outside, closing the heavy stable door behind him. Martin inhaled slowly through his nose, feeling his head boil in anger and hate. "I felt hated. You stabbed me in the back, you whore!" He shouted, turning back to her with his hands clenched, just wanted to hurt her over and over again, but he managed to control his frustration, and held his breath before exhhaling. "Bitch.." He spat with narrowed eyes. "Do you want me to know why I am doing this?" She nodded her head in confusion and fright and he snarled. "Because I want revenge" Suddenly he felt calmer. He knew he could have his revenge, and he had her locked in the stable, tied to a chair with tight ropes looped around her chest and arms, pinning them to the chair and her body. Her hands tied tightly behind her, she wouldn't get away. "Martin.. I'm sorry." "Oh, you better be sorry, bitch, cause if you hadn't... I would have snapped your slender neck right over, right here and now. Say it, Amanda. Say it" She had started to sob, which filled Martin with disgust for this low-lifed creature. So weak. He couldn't believe they were siblings. "Say what?" She asked between sobs, the tears rolling down her cheeks, making her eyes red of tears. "That I'm your brother, say it!" He placed a hand on her brusied shoulder from back then when they had all chased her and captured her and she winced by the pain, the tears just kept rolling. "Y-y-you're m-my brother.." She could barely speak, she was crying so hard, but that only made him smile of satifiction and clench his strong fingers around her wounded shoulder, making her scream in pain. "Say it as if you ment it" It was a pause of silence, but not long after she repeated what she had been saying before, bringing a small smile to his face. "That's the only thing I wanted to hear from your pretty mouth."
Luka came back in when Martin called for him, he pulled his blue sweatered sleeves up to his elbows and drew a hand through his curly, black hair, his brown eyes scanning the scene with emotionless curiousity. He was probably just as mad as his friend, met at an asylium, they had where Martin once had been sent by his own family only three years back. "You little whore. Doing just as your parents tell their little perfect girl to do. Humpin one man to another all day long, not carin about shit.. But" he licked his lips, changing the weight to the other leg and tilted his head to the side. His eyes was shining of madness. "I'll help you, little sister. Yes I will, and I will have back the money I always have deserved, and the pride. Oh how long I have wanted the pride, to know my parents would take care of me and tell me that they're proud of me, proud of their son." While Martin had been speaking, Luka had untied their prisoner from the chair, only leaving her hands bound behind her and lead her to the hay. Luka pushed her into it, so she wouldn't get too much hurt. They would need her alive, still. "Lay still while Luka tie you back up and I get the video camera, sister. Be nice or else.." He said threatningly as he went outside, still feeling the blood boiling and his head was a mess. But he was right, he was damn right and she deserved it. Martin looked around at the place, the one that once had been his as much as his sister's farm. The lake was close to the farm, a tree grew at the edge and bent down to the water. A white house was at the end of the road on the right side and usually the dog would stand barking o nthe outside, but he had taken quickly care of the dog and placed him inside the house, so he wouldn't be a bother. Behind him was the red stable, it was not the biggest, but it was big enough to house more than four horses, plus a few sheeps or cows. This would be his if he could just blackmail his parents and make them do as he said. That's why he would get a video camera. He walked up to the house, it didn't take him long to get there and stood outside the door, pausing to hear the dog barking loudly on the inside. If he opened the door, the stupid dog would run out, so he braced himself, and swiftly turned the door handle around and opened it up, but left only a crack to block for the dog. The dog barked even more now that he had the door open a crack. He growled, opening the door and kicked after the dog to get inside. He jumped back whining, making it easy for Martin to get inside.
*Luka*
He didn't really care what Martin did or what he had in mind to do. Really, he didn't. He had been paid from the beginning and with the money he was promised for helping him, he had said yes. He looked down at the poor girl in the hay, she was scared, but Luka didn't care. He was just doing his job. This was not about her or about Martin, it was about the money, he wanted it and would do anything to get it. But if Martin went too far, he would stop him. Luka didn't want to go to prison just for the sake of the money. The girl laid complete silent, only trembling a little bit, and he could honestly understand that. First he tied the rope around her elbows, tightening it so much that her elbows touched each other. Then he continued to tie her knees together, with all this happening she cried. Weeping like a little girl. Then he tied her ankles tight together with another piece of rope, and ended it all by leaving her in a tight hogtie. Luka crouched down beside her and stroke a lock away from her face, brushing away a tear from her red-blushing face with a dirty finger. "Don't cry" He muttered harshly. "P-please.." It looked like she had gained some bravery by his gentle touch, but he didn't like it, so he slapped her hard. "Shut up" He growled, digging into his pocket, pulling up a handchrief and stuffed it into her mouth. Then he re-did the cleave gag, tying it in even tighter, and just to be full of crap, he found another piece of rope, tying it in the back around the knot keeping the gag in place, pulled it tight and tied it to her already bound legs, forcing her face up toward the ceiling, making it even more uncomfortable for the poor, frightened girl. He gave her a hard slap over her perfect butt, and turned away from her. "Good to go"
*Martin*
"Give me five minutes and I'll be back" Martin said, putting the video camera down on the ground beside his converse shoed feet and looked at his friend with his cold eyes. It didn't take him long to go to the toilet and back, ready to start his plan. As he peeked back in, he saw Luka pull a mask over his face, a fox mask and gave him a nod, telling him he was ready. Good, he was too. Luka had done a good job, tying their prisoner up. He admired the work for a short while, as he did the camera ready, then he held it up capturing Amanda in the lense. "Ready?" He asked and the fox-faced Luka, nodded, giving his thumb up. He pressed the rec button and they were on. They didn't get as far as hurting her or anything, because as Martin had pressed the rec button, the stable door was pushed open and a dark haired man with green eyes, stared in on them.
"CUT" The director shouted, and both the man called Martin and the man called Luka, took a step back. Luka pulled off the fox mask to flash a grin and Martin replied it, then using his fingers as a comb through his hair. "Good work guys" The man in who was peeking in on them said brightly, now on his way down toward them with his hands dug deep into his pockets with a sheepish grin. "Thanks, I thought I overreacted, just a little bit, did it look weird?" The man called Martin asked with a curious tone to his voice. "No, not a bit. It was perfect. We don't need to do the scene again, Todd" The director chuckled, patting the other man's shoulder. "Great!" He rubbed his palms together, sighing heavily. He looked over to the girl, seeing her get helped up to her feet, the tears stains was completely gone from her face and the make up was washed off her face, revealing a perfect smooth skin, that had laid under the blue, purple and yellow markings that had been the brusises. She walked over to Todd, the man who had played Martin, wrapping her arms around his neck to give him a big kiss on the lips. He replied it with a smile over his face and a chuckle. "What do you say about pizza, a movie and sitting in my arms?" It was a tiny spark in his eyes, as he smirked down into her face. "We'll continue tomorrow guys, I'll see you back here at twelve" The director called after the people walking out, chatting and laughing. They would definetly come back to finish the filming.