---------------------------- Putting on her favourite pair of tracks, and running sneakers, she popped on her headphones and blasted music whilst hitting the hard concrete grounds. She ran hard and fast, keeping her breathing steady, almost in sync with the beats of the fast music. The loud music drowned the pounding steps closing in behind her. A strong arm sneaked around her waist and another covered a soaked cloth over a mouth. “What? Who…” she mumbled, struggling before crumbling to the ground. ----------------------------
---------------------------- A splash of ice cold water hit her face, and she felt the throbbing aches around her sides, where a hard-booted foot kicked her repeatedly. “Wake up girl! Look what we have for you!!” a gruff voice called out, as he splashed another pail of water onto her. She groaned and stirred awake, trying to roll onto her good side, and avoid the raining hits. A strong hand fisted around her hair, pulling her upright. She winced and tried opening her eyes, but found herself blindfolded. Tears rolled down her face and soaked the cloth, as she tried struggling against the strong bonds, only finding her efforts futile. “Leave her alone!!” Laverne heard a familiar voice calling out. She tried responding, but that came out as muffled groans instead. A cold blade flattened at her cheek, and she shuddered at the sudden chill. Laverne held her breath, not daring to move, as the cutter slid up her cheek. The cloth hissed as the blade sliced through in a swift stroke, falling to the ground in two parts. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she saw a sexy feminine silhouette, decked in a short tight black dress. Black streaks of tears ran paths down her cheeks, as she sobbed in her bonds. The girl struggled and looked pleadingly at the built tattooed man. Laverne could barely comprehend the situation, till she saw him, the love of her life, hanging down from the ceiling by his bound arms. He had bruises all over him, and long red welts could be seen over his chest and arms. He had clearly been tortured. ----------------------------
Thine fears for the heroines life. Thine shall prey for her safety. Do continue the story grand story teller. *sits upon thines stool and awaits*