just_muse_me - 3.8.1 - It Happened One Night
(Danny = i_dont_cuddle.)
She had just locked up the bar and said goodnight to her coworker and started her walk home. It was her thing. She liked to walk and think after work. She had a lot to think about, but she tried to push some of it away. Specifically the whole 'lying to mom and telling her she'd broken up with Danny' stuff.
Jay sighed. She hadn't seen Danny much in the past few days. A cop he knew had been shot and he had been working at the lab non-stop trying to catch the guy. Luckily his friend was pulling through, but Danny was still taking it harder than usual. She felt bad, but she couldn't do much aside from wait for the case to end. So she was going home. Alone.
She was a few blocks from work and she pulled herself from her thoughts, a strange feeling prickling at her skin. She folded her arms tightly over her chest and glanced over her shoulder. Seeing nothing suspicious, she shrugged and went on. In the next block, though, out of nowhere, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Then everything went black.
When she woke up again, her head was pounding. She was cold and their was a dank smell around her. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. She couldn't open her mouth or move her limbs either. There was cloth tight over her eyes, tape over her mouth and rope tied to her wrists and ankles. She started to panic. Mumbles came out from her covered mouth and she struggled at the knots in the rope.
"Calm down," a man's voice said evenly. Of course Jay didn't heed that. She screeched under the tape and rocked in the chair she was tied to. "Really, honey, that isn't going to get you anywhere. Just relax, okay? You'll be out of here soon."
Jay's head swarmed with thoughts. Fear. She wanted to scream at the voice, but she couldn't. She felt hot tears seep into the fabric over her eyes and down her cheeks. She silently started praying. She wasn't sure who to, but she was praying. And wondering what the fuck was going on. She wanted to recall if she knew the voice, she wanted to look, but neither were happening.
All she could do was sit there helplessly, listening to him pace. Then he was close and she could smell him. He smelled dirty. Sweaty. His whispers were close to her face and she could feel his breath.
"We're just going to make a little phone call, sweetheart. If your little boyfriend knows what's right...this will all be over very soon."
Jay's heart fell in her chest. Danny. She couldn't even take the moment to lay out that line in her head of him not being her boyfriend. She just wanted him there. The thought of it made her start to shake slightly. The words around her were a blur as she heard the man on the phone. He was talking to Danny. She could tell. Then the tape was ripped from her lips and the phone was shoved to her ear.
"Danny," she gasped. "Danny I-" the phone was yanked away and she started yelling. "You fucking sonuvabitch! Let me go! Let-" then his hand came sharply across her cheek and he pushed the tape back over her mouth.
She listened to the man taunt Danny, sorted out that he was involved in this case. And she was bait.
Please, Daddy. Please help me, was all she could think.
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She had just locked up the bar and said goodnight to her coworker and started her walk home. It was her thing. She liked to walk and think after work. She had a lot to think about, but she tried to push some of it away. Specifically the whole 'lying to mom and telling her she'd broken up with Danny' stuff.
Jay sighed. She hadn't seen Danny much in the past few days. A cop he knew had been shot and he had been working at the lab non-stop trying to catch the guy. Luckily his friend was pulling through, but Danny was still taking it harder than usual. She felt bad, but she couldn't do much aside from wait for the case to end. So she was going home. Alone.
She was a few blocks from work and she pulled herself from her thoughts, a strange feeling prickling at her skin. She folded her arms tightly over her chest and glanced over her shoulder. Seeing nothing suspicious, she shrugged and went on. In the next block, though, out of nowhere, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Then everything went black.
When she woke up again, her head was pounding. She was cold and their was a dank smell around her. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. She couldn't open her mouth or move her limbs either. There was cloth tight over her eyes, tape over her mouth and rope tied to her wrists and ankles. She started to panic. Mumbles came out from her covered mouth and she struggled at the knots in the rope.
"Calm down," a man's voice said evenly. Of course Jay didn't heed that. She screeched under the tape and rocked in the chair she was tied to. "Really, honey, that isn't going to get you anywhere. Just relax, okay? You'll be out of here soon."
Jay's head swarmed with thoughts. Fear. She wanted to scream at the voice, but she couldn't. She felt hot tears seep into the fabric over her eyes and down her cheeks. She silently started praying. She wasn't sure who to, but she was praying. And wondering what the fuck was going on. She wanted to recall if she knew the voice, she wanted to look, but neither were happening.
All she could do was sit there helplessly, listening to him pace. Then he was close and she could smell him. He smelled dirty. Sweaty. His whispers were close to her face and she could feel his breath.
"We're just going to make a little phone call, sweetheart. If your little boyfriend knows what's right...this will all be over very soon."
Jay's heart fell in her chest. Danny. She couldn't even take the moment to lay out that line in her head of him not being her boyfriend. She just wanted him there. The thought of it made her start to shake slightly. The words around her were a blur as she heard the man on the phone. He was talking to Danny. She could tell. Then the tape was ripped from her lips and the phone was shoved to her ear.
"Danny," she gasped. "Danny I-" the phone was yanked away and she started yelling. "You fucking sonuvabitch! Let me go! Let-" then his hand came sharply across her cheek and he pushed the tape back over her mouth.
She listened to the man taunt Danny, sorted out that he was involved in this case. And she was bait.
Please, Daddy. Please help me, was all she could think.
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