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Post by Simon Montague on Apr 2, 2014 3:23:54 GMT -5
They had been easy to overcome. It was late and the ice cream shop was just closing when they began to shuffle out. No one else was around, no one had been around for at least an hour other than the closing manager at the store. He had practically been alone with them and he couldn’t resist the temptation to have them. There was so much innocence, so much love and happiness that he could take away. After he had incapacitated the Mother, the children had been only too easy.
They were his now. The thought had him practically salivating, tracing each of their features and committing them to memory. He would remember them, he always remembered them, they never remembered him.
They would all wake at the same time, and Simon would watch their worst nightmares come true while enjoying a glass of wine.
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Eve Mallory
Sixth Year[M:10]
The hardest thing in the universe is to hear the boy you love talk about the girl you wish you were.
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Post by Eve Mallory on Apr 2, 2014 3:31:16 GMT -5
Eve began to stir, her head was pounding and she felt as if she had been slammed into by the Hogwart’s train. It took her a moment to get her bearings, and even then a moment wasn’t enough time to understand what was going on. Where was she? Why couldn’t she move? What was going on? As her mind started to process everything she realized with relief that she at least wasn’t alone, sitting across from her was both Viv and Aunt Beth. Then reality came crashing down and any semblance of relief disappeared. They had been attacked. On her Birthday. And there was a serial killer on the loose.
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Post by Beth Jordan on Oct 7, 2016 17:57:52 GMT -5
Beth was the next to wake. She could barely lift her head at first; it felt heavy and her movements felt slow. In fact, it was hard to move at all.
Her first thought as she blinked several times to clear her vision was that there must have been something in that ice cream. After a moment, her eyes began to focus and she looked around in the murky light. The first thing she saw was Genevieve, Lance’s girlfriend, who she still barely knew, her blonde hair covering her face. She then turned her head slowly and saw Eve, sitting across from her. Eve was awake, looking towards her with an expression of panic on her face. That was when Beth realized that Eve—as well as herself and Genevieve—was tied to a chair. Beth tried to call out to Eve, to tell her everything would be all right, but found that her mouth was taped shut.
No, she thought to herself, everything is not going to be all right.
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Post by Genevieve Danforth on Oct 7, 2016 17:58:30 GMT -5
Genevieve felt sick to her stomach. That was the first thought that came into her mind as she began to regain consciousness. It must have been the ice cream, she was thinking, because dairy did sometimes affect her that way. She felt a sort of lurch in her stomach and she instinctively tried to move her hand to place it on her stomach—only to find that she couldn’t move her hand. Well, that was odd, indeed, since that was not a usual symptom of dairy sensitivity—and oh! Her head hurt, too. Perhaps she was getting sick, maybe a bout of 24-hour Witches’ flu.
There was a pounding sensation behind her eyes and she opened them, but everything was yellow and blurry, like from behind a curtain. It took her a moment to realize that it was not a curtain, but her own hair, and she raised her head and shook it lightly to attempt to move it back from her face. This was a big mistake, however, because it made her head feel like it was spinning. She closed her eyes again for a moment, until the feeling passed.
Finally she opened her eyes again and, after a moment, she realized that Eve was sitting across from her, and next to her was Mrs. Jordan. No, Beth… she had asked Genevieve to call her Beth.
“Mmmmph?” she tried to say, realizing that she couldn’t. Her mouth was taped shut, and her hands were tied. They were trapped, all of them. And suddenly the nausea turned into fear as she looked at her best friend, and her boyfriend’s mother, hoping that one of them had an idea what to do.
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Eve Mallory
Sixth Year[M:10]
The hardest thing in the universe is to hear the boy you love talk about the girl you wish you were.
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Post by Eve Mallory on Oct 8, 2016 2:29:02 GMT -5
Eve was crying now. Beth and Viv had woken up which was a small relief that they were still alive. Eve never felt so afraid, but then another fear came that if they were alive it meant they could be hurt. Eve knew this was far from over.
She too tried to speak and move her mouth as well as her limbs around to try and free herself. She shook her head at the others indicating that it was fruitless.
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Post by Simon Montague on Oct 8, 2016 2:31:40 GMT -5
"Ladies. I see we've all woken up. Good." Simon spoke from the shadows, carefully hidden. His voice was distorted too, garbled almost and deep like something out of a nightmare.
The look on each girl's face as they woke up would last Simon a lifetime of sadistic pleasure. Each one so terrified and helpless. The night was far from over and by the end of it they'd all be broken.
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Post by Beth Jordan on Oct 9, 2016 18:41:40 GMT -5
Beth wished she could do something to comfort the girls. Poor Eve, who she thought of as the daughter she’d never had, and Genevieve, who she hoped would be her daughter-in-law… They were innocent. They didn’t deserve this, and if Beth could have sacrificed herself to protect them both from pain, she would have done so in a heartbeat. But they were in this together, and there was no way of knowing what was going to happen. There was a very good chance that none of them would make it out of this alive, but if there was anything she could do to protect them, she would do it.
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Post by Genevieve Danforth on Oct 9, 2016 18:42:05 GMT -5
Genevieve was still a little confused, but it quickly turned into terror when the strange, disembodied voice spoke to them out of nowhere. This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening. Pretty much the only good thing about it was that she was not alone. Nothing bad could happen if they stuck together, right?
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Post by Simon Montague on Oct 10, 2016 1:55:02 GMT -5
Simon approached Beth first. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked again in a distorted voice. "Oh forgive me, how rude I am." he lifted her hair from her neck sweeping his fingertips from under her chin and then without warning ripped the duck tape off of Beth's mouth.
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Post by Beth Jordan on May 15, 2018 20:03:22 GMT -5
Beth had only read about men like this, and had never imagined she might find herself at the mercy of such a man. Even worse, she was here with two innocent young girls-girls that her sons loved. Girls with their whole lives ahead of them; lives that she hoped would include marriage to her boys, and children and grandchildren. Beth knew instinctively that at least one of them was not going to make it out of this alive. But if there was anything she could do to make sure that those girls made it out, she would lay down her own life so that they might get a chance to live theirs.
When the monster-for surely this individual could not be truly human-tore the tape from her mouth, she desperately suppressed the scream of pain that she knew he was expecting from her.
"Actually, no," she said. "I can't say much for your hospitality. You could loosen these ropes a little."
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Post by Simon Montague on May 16, 2018 23:36:22 GMT -5
Simon's thin smile lacked real amusement at Beth's request to be released. He liked a fighting spirit, it wasn't fun when if they didn't put up a fight, well it was, but maybe not as much.
"As you wish."
The ropes slithered from Beth's wrists teasing freedom, but the ominous hissing noise belied the kind gesture. Sure enough the ropes that had bound Beth were now slithering across her body, transfigured into twin snakes.
"Did you know that the venom in a Taipan is strong enough to kill up to 12,000 guinea pigs?" Simon asked, his brows raised as though reciting a random interesting fact despite the two creatures becoming familiar with the warmth of Beth's body.
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