Post by holly mikayla anderson on Mar 4, 2015 23:58:46 GMT -5
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HOLLY MIKAYLA ANDERSON
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THE WORLD SURROUNDING YOU IS DARK. IT'S CONTRASTED TO THE USUAL LIGHTS THAT COVER THE CITY EVEN DURING THE BRIGHTEST DAY OF THE YEAR. YOUR HANDS ARE STRAPPED TO THE SOMETHING SOLID, YOU DISCOVER THIS AS YOUR FINGERS START TO TWITCH. IT'S THE FIRST SIGN THAT YOU ARE EVEN ALIVE. MAYBE IT'S TIME FOR A SIGH OF RELIEF. WHAT IS THE LAST THING THAT YOU REMEMBER?
holly struggled, trying to get her hands out of the restraint. her heart raced and her voice dropped to the pit of her stomach. "fuck, they've got me. shit shit shit shit shit." she thought to herself, still struggling. how did this even happen? she had been just saying goodbye to the last group of tourists and making her way back to work. she was putting her coat on and locking up the door to her work place. and then what happened? "think holly, think!" that's right, she was rummaging through her bag for the car keys and when she had found them, someone had already attacked her from behind. she knew she should have gotten someone to walk her to her car. she had been feeling uneasy all day. if only she had just listened to her gut feeling, then maybe she wouldn't even be here.
WITH THE LAST MEMORY RECALLED, YOUR STRUGGLES BEGIN. YOU WERE NOT IN DANGER IN THAT MOMENT BUT NOW, YOU COULD BE. YOU PULL AT THE RESTRAINTS ON YOUR LIMBS, STRAPPED TO A CHAIR. A BEEP IS HEARD STOPPING YOUR STRUGGLES. EVERY BEAT OF YOUR RACING HEART IS IN SYNCH WITH THE BEEP BEING HEARD.
her initial thought when she heard the beeping was hospital. it had to be, but then as she finally stopped restraining, she told herself it couldn't be. she didn't even get into an accident. where was she? where the hell was this place? was she even in las vegas anymore? someone had to be looking for her. she panicked, heart racing. what if they killed her? this was all her father's fault.
A GUST OF WIND HITS YOU, IT'S COLD BUT WITH THE SUDDEN CHANGE IN TEMPERATURE, YOU FINALLY REALIZE THAT YOUR CLOTHES ARE MISSING EXCEPT FOR YOUR UNDERWEAR. GOOSEBUMPS RISE TO YOUR SKIN, YOUR PANIC MIGHT GROW JUST A LITTLE MORE, YOU MIGHT BE FEELING A LITTLE MORE VULNERABLE. YOUR STRUGGLES COULD CONTINUE BUT THE SOUND OF A 'TSK' STOPS YOU. YOU'RE NOT ALONE IN THE ROOM ANYMORE. "YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME.", MALE VOICE, STRONG, POWERFUL AND INTIMIDATING.
"what the fuck? where are my clothes?" she shivered under the gust of wind. was this… she gulped, rape? she froze at the sound of a male voice. this was it. this was her last day to live. oh god, there were still so many things she had to do and see, places she still needed to go. "wh-who are you? wh-what do you w-want with m-me?" she knew she probably won't get an answer, but she figured she'd try anyway.
"YOU'RE HOOKED UP TO A LIE DETECTOR TEST SO, NO LYING ON THE NEXT COUPLE OF QUESTIONS. YOU WON'T LIKE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THAT. FIRST, LET'S TAKE THIS OFF.." THE MAN REMOVES THE BLINDFOLD AND YOU ARE LEFT WITH DOTS IN YOUR VISION THAT SOON CLEAR.
she gulped when he told her there'd be consequences to lying. not that she was much of a liar. in fact, she was mostly brutally honest, but something about this man made her want to lie anyway. she shrunk back in her chair when she felt his cold fingers on her skin. she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to adjust to the light, blinking a few more times before looking at the man in front of her. she didn't recognize him. they weren't one of the men whom have been chasing her father and herself for all these years. then she glanced around the room and sighed quietly. the room wasn't something she recognized either. it had to be someone's basement or a cellar somewhere. she didn't know. and that scared her. she was a tour guide. she knew everything about las vegas. not knowing something about this city terrified her. "you know, what you're doing is kidnapping. it's illegal."
"SO NOW THAT YOU CAN SEE ME AND I CAN SEE YOU. LET'S START WITH YOUR NAME, AGE, YOUR JOB, ANY SPECIAL PERSON IN YOUR LIFE..JUST THOSE LITTLE DETAILS"
ignored, of course. she narrowed her eyes at the man; shouldn't he know all this already? still, he was intimidating, so she told him anyway. "m-my name is holly mikayla anderson. um… some call me halls or mickey or even kayla i suppose, but i don't really care." though, really, the only person who ever calls her mickey was her dad, who used to make her wear mouse ears every halloween. "dad…" she thought sadly. she hadn't seen him in years. she hoped he was doing alright. not dead yet, hopefully. "i'm twenty eight and i work as a tour guide. if i'm not being a tour guide here in las vegas, usually i'm being a tour guide in another country." which was pretty sweet considering she could travel the world while helping out tourists. of course, being a tour guide in another country required a lot of reading and studying. it helped she spoke many languages, she supposed. "i did a double major in school in tourism and business." most only did a major and a minor, but she had always been a dreamer and an over achiever. she was stubborn as hell, as her father liked to remind her every time they met up. if she set her mind on something, then she would do it. if she told you she would do something for you, she would. "and no, no special someone in my life." the lie detector made a sound and she jumped slightly, not even realizing that was a lie. however, she continued before the man could say anything, "well not in the aspect you're talking about, but my dad… he holds a really special place in my heart." as much as she wanted to kill him sometimes.
"RELAX YOUR HEART IS RACING TOO FAST. CAN'T TELL IF YOU ARE BULLSHITTING ME OR NOT.." LOOKS TO A WOMAN WHO YOU NOW NOTICE, SHE GIVES A THUMB'S UP, MEANING YOU TOLD THE TRUTH. "AH OKAY. GOOD. NOW, WERE YOU BORN HERE? HE TAPS THE PEN TO HIS LIP "TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD."
holly glanced at the woman and frowned, "where the fuck did she come from?" she hadn't even heard the woman come in. oh well, didn't matter. she glanced back at the man and shook her head, "no, i was born in boston, massachusetts" a place she hadn't been back to since she was a teenager. "my childhood…" she repeated before sighing. she glanced down at her lap before looking back up, "well my mom was a successful lawyer and my dad… well he was the deadbeat, or so my mom likes to call him most days. after he got fired from his office job, he spent most of his days at the casinos and spending mom's money on stock markets and horses." she shook her head, looking back to the days that she still lived at home. all she remembered was her parents fighting all the time. she hated all the names her mother called her father- albeit true. her father was a problematic gambler. still was. "anyway, i'm an only child. when my mom was still here, i used to go to school, but then when i was ten, she left my father." she had thought her mom would take her with her. she didn't think her mother would leave her behind. "she just packed her bags one day, and when i got home from school, all her things were gone." after that day, she just hated the bitch. what mother leaves their daughter with a gambling addict? she shook her head, "so i grew up just dad and me. he taught me how to speak french, spanish, portuguese, cantonese and mandarin. he was really good with languages, stuff like that." for years it was just her and dad. it was difficult with him spending every penny that they had left, but with her working as a baby sitter and pet sitter, it earned her enough to buy grocery for the two of them. of course, she had to hide the money from her father - and that meant hiding them at her friend's house. "it was tough, dad being a gambler. i wouldn't give him the money i earned and he wouldn't get a job. he keeps thinking he's going to hit the jackpot one day." her eyes started to water, but she closed her eyes and just inhaled deeply, "i should have given him the money, otherwise he wouldn't have ever went to some gang to borrow money. needless to say, when he couldn't pay them back, people started attacking me and my dad." sometimes she showed up in school with cuts and bruises and then had to lie to everybody about how she got them because how could she tattle on her father? if she did, she would have no one left. he was her only family. "it started to get really bad. like threats and whatnot. so when he couldn't pay them back, they started to come to me. i was only twelve at the time." she let out a sarcastic laugh. that didn't matter to them of course, just that they got their money back. "on my thirteenth birthday, when i was coming home after finishing a project with my friends, they attacked me again, left a scar on my collar bone." she glanced down on her right collar as if showing it to him. it was obvious. there was a white line two inches long just underneath her collarbone. with her being naked and all, he should have no problem seeing. "anyway, i got home that day to that dinky little hut and all that was left was a note, my father gone. go figure." she had expected him to leave all the time. when things got tough, her father ran to the gambling scene. except this time, he actually ran, to another country. "so my friend's mom took me in, but then the gang started attacking them too. i couldn't let them suffer for my dad's mistake, so i ran." like father like daughter. "i used my saved up money and moved to illinois. i faked having parents, went to the local high school and then graduated. by then, i actually had a part time job as a barista at the coffee shop. tips were pretty good, and by then, i used the money for school- which is how i ended up in las vegas, i guess. didn't like illinois, wanted something different, so i moved there to do my double major. now i'm here in new york city to help out with a travel agency. i don't intend to stay."
"AH WHAT A LIFE YOU HAVE HAD. SO LET'S KEEP GOING..YOU TOLD THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR HOMETOWN. HOW ABOUT YOU.." HE TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE, STEPPING CLOSER TO THE VERY SUBJECT THAT HE WAS SPEAKING ABOUT; YOURSELF. "ARE YOU HAPPY WITH WHO YOU HAVE BECOME?" TILTS HIS HEAD THE OTHER WAY "DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS BEST AS YOU CAN.."
"i wouldn't quite use the word happy, but yes, i don't mind who i've become." despite all the shit she's been through to get herself this life, she didn't regret becoming who she was. "describe myself… well honest, for one. i'm not much of a liar. in fact, i hate lying. it kills me inside to lie. i mean, sometimes you need to tell a little white lie, but i'd prefer not to." like, for example, not telling the truth to the gang about where her father was- not that she had a clue. he hadn't contacted her in many years. "i'm tough, i don't like dealing with bullshit. if you do, i'll call you out on it. i don't like fake people or thieves or just bad people in general." not that she had any bad experience with fake people or thieves, but she just had zero tolerance for that shit. "but," she cracked a grin at him, "i'm actually normally very friendly. i love people, why else would i go into a job where i have to deal with people all day long? i'm also one of those annoyingly positive people. i don't like focusing on the bad. if i did, i wouldn't be here. negativity is so… depressing, plus it takes a toll on your body. i try not to be negative, and if i catch myself doing that, i'd probably smack myself." which was true. she was always smiling. she was a people person. she could strike up a conversation with anyone. she didn't have to know you nor did she have to like you. she's good at making small talk or even talking about controversial stuff. "i'm easy going. i'm also quick on my feet when it comes to problems- especially in the work field. i'm good at improvising." sometimes plans don't go as planned, and she just had to think on the spot and consider something else. "umm what else? i like knowledge, especially of other countries cultures and history and stuff like that. other than that, i'm pretty boring, i suppose." she chuckled and shrugged, "if you want to know what i'm like, you'd have to ask my friends or my dad… if you can find him."
"GOOD. OKAY, NOW THIS CITY IS FULL OF PEOPLE.." HE FINALLY STEPS BACK FROM YOU, GIVING YOU AIR TO BREATHE, AND A MOMENT TO CATCH UP TO WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU. "BET YOU ARE REALLY CURIOUS ABOUT THIS...RIGHT?"
holly let out a long breath, finally able to breathe anything but his cologne. she shrugged, "well yeah, but i've learned that it's pointless to ask. you can't or won't tell me anyway." she's watched enough crime shows to know that questions don't get answered.
"WELL WE ARE NOT AT LIBERTY TO TELL YOU.." HE SHRUGS, AS THOUGH HE IS ACTUALLY DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW. "SO LIKE I WAS SAYING, BIG CITY. BIG, BAD CITY...KNOW ANYONE ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS THAT'S CLOSE. AND DON'T LIE, WE'LL KNOW AND THE CONSEQUENCES FOR THAT ARE QUITE SHOCKING" HE CHUCKLES BEFORE FINGERING THE PAPER THAT HAS YOUR RESULTS, WAITING FOR YOUR ANSWER
"see." she thought to herself in agreement. "close? like close to me as in distance or relationship?" no response, of course. "no, i don't usually associate with the locals. my job deals with tourists, but and i'm not really close enough to anyone to really know much." she shrugged again, it seemed to be her usual go to when she had nothing else to say. "well there's sebastian roy taylor. i knew him from boston. he's on the good tracks, i think. i don't even know. what else you want me to say."
"GLAD YOU TOOK MY ADVICE NOT TO LIE." STEPPING CLOSER, HE TAPS HIS LIP WITH THE PEN AGAIN "YOU ARE QUITE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, WHAT ABOUT A LOVER? A PERSON THAT YOU WANT TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH? HE INQUIRES WITH ANOTHER TILT OF HIS HEAD, FEIGNING INTEREST IN WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY.
"why? interested?" she giggled, shaking her head, totally out of character. she supposed it was the shock of being tied to a chair by a complete stranger. the whole ordeal felt like an out of body experience. couldn't really register that she was kidnapped. "just kidding. umm no. no one currently. like i said, i live and breathe my job. plus, who would want to get mixed with me?" she only knew tourists. she didn't know enough locals to actually mingle. "i mean, i've been on dates, but one actual relationship, if you could even really call it that was actually… with sebastian. i was thirteen, just before i moved. i was freshman, he was senior. and anyway, it ended when i ran away to illinois." it was something she would forever regret doing. she had always loved sebastian. the way he made her feel, and the way he looked at her…. she would never forget it. but she had to leave for his safety. she couldn't have him knowing what her family was like. she certainly didn't need pity from him.
"AH YES. LOVE. SUCH A WASTE OF PEOPLE'S POTENTIAL." HE SHAKES HIS HEAD TO THE NOTION OF LOVE. "BET YOU MISS HIM." HE CHUCKLES, DARKER THAN BEFORE. "WELL YOUR TIME IS UP. WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER, SOMEONE YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY KNOW..' THE WINK THAT HE GIVES YOU SUGGESTS IT'S THE VERY PEOPLE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SPEAKING ABOUT, PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND CARE ABOUT.
holly's face went pale and she felt her heart stop. "what?!" she screamed in her mind. no. they couldn't have found him. she couldn't even find him. "don't you dare do anything to him! you touch him and i will hurt you. you better leave my father alone." she struggled harder against her restraint. the chair was rattling as she yelled at him. not her father. not him. anyone but him.
"SHUT HER UP." HE SHOUTS THE ORDER AT SOMEONE AND THEN YOUR HANDS ARE FREED FOR JUST A SECOND, THEN YOUR LEGS. YOU THINK YOU MAKE A DASH FOR IT BUT YOU ARE RESTRAINED QUICKLY IN SOMEONE'S ARMS AND THEN A PRICK IS FELT. IT'S A SMALL PING OF PAIN RADIATING FROM THE LARGE VEIN IN YOUR NECK AND THE WORLD BEGINS TO GROW DARK AGAIN, WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF THE BLINDFOLD THIS TIME.
"you sons of bitches."
holly struggled, trying to get her hands out of the restraint. her heart raced and her voice dropped to the pit of her stomach. "fuck, they've got me. shit shit shit shit shit." she thought to herself, still struggling. how did this even happen? she had been just saying goodbye to the last group of tourists and making her way back to work. she was putting her coat on and locking up the door to her work place. and then what happened? "think holly, think!" that's right, she was rummaging through her bag for the car keys and when she had found them, someone had already attacked her from behind. she knew she should have gotten someone to walk her to her car. she had been feeling uneasy all day. if only she had just listened to her gut feeling, then maybe she wouldn't even be here.
WITH THE LAST MEMORY RECALLED, YOUR STRUGGLES BEGIN. YOU WERE NOT IN DANGER IN THAT MOMENT BUT NOW, YOU COULD BE. YOU PULL AT THE RESTRAINTS ON YOUR LIMBS, STRAPPED TO A CHAIR. A BEEP IS HEARD STOPPING YOUR STRUGGLES. EVERY BEAT OF YOUR RACING HEART IS IN SYNCH WITH THE BEEP BEING HEARD.
her initial thought when she heard the beeping was hospital. it had to be, but then as she finally stopped restraining, she told herself it couldn't be. she didn't even get into an accident. where was she? where the hell was this place? was she even in las vegas anymore? someone had to be looking for her. she panicked, heart racing. what if they killed her? this was all her father's fault.
A GUST OF WIND HITS YOU, IT'S COLD BUT WITH THE SUDDEN CHANGE IN TEMPERATURE, YOU FINALLY REALIZE THAT YOUR CLOTHES ARE MISSING EXCEPT FOR YOUR UNDERWEAR. GOOSEBUMPS RISE TO YOUR SKIN, YOUR PANIC MIGHT GROW JUST A LITTLE MORE, YOU MIGHT BE FEELING A LITTLE MORE VULNERABLE. YOUR STRUGGLES COULD CONTINUE BUT THE SOUND OF A 'TSK' STOPS YOU. YOU'RE NOT ALONE IN THE ROOM ANYMORE. "YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME.", MALE VOICE, STRONG, POWERFUL AND INTIMIDATING.
"what the fuck? where are my clothes?" she shivered under the gust of wind. was this… she gulped, rape? she froze at the sound of a male voice. this was it. this was her last day to live. oh god, there were still so many things she had to do and see, places she still needed to go. "wh-who are you? wh-what do you w-want with m-me?" she knew she probably won't get an answer, but she figured she'd try anyway.
"YOU'RE HOOKED UP TO A LIE DETECTOR TEST SO, NO LYING ON THE NEXT COUPLE OF QUESTIONS. YOU WON'T LIKE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THAT. FIRST, LET'S TAKE THIS OFF.." THE MAN REMOVES THE BLINDFOLD AND YOU ARE LEFT WITH DOTS IN YOUR VISION THAT SOON CLEAR.
she gulped when he told her there'd be consequences to lying. not that she was much of a liar. in fact, she was mostly brutally honest, but something about this man made her want to lie anyway. she shrunk back in her chair when she felt his cold fingers on her skin. she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to adjust to the light, blinking a few more times before looking at the man in front of her. she didn't recognize him. they weren't one of the men whom have been chasing her father and herself for all these years. then she glanced around the room and sighed quietly. the room wasn't something she recognized either. it had to be someone's basement or a cellar somewhere. she didn't know. and that scared her. she was a tour guide. she knew everything about las vegas. not knowing something about this city terrified her. "you know, what you're doing is kidnapping. it's illegal."
"SO NOW THAT YOU CAN SEE ME AND I CAN SEE YOU. LET'S START WITH YOUR NAME, AGE, YOUR JOB, ANY SPECIAL PERSON IN YOUR LIFE..JUST THOSE LITTLE DETAILS"
ignored, of course. she narrowed her eyes at the man; shouldn't he know all this already? still, he was intimidating, so she told him anyway. "m-my name is holly mikayla anderson. um… some call me halls or mickey or even kayla i suppose, but i don't really care." though, really, the only person who ever calls her mickey was her dad, who used to make her wear mouse ears every halloween. "dad…" she thought sadly. she hadn't seen him in years. she hoped he was doing alright. not dead yet, hopefully. "i'm twenty eight and i work as a tour guide. if i'm not being a tour guide here in las vegas, usually i'm being a tour guide in another country." which was pretty sweet considering she could travel the world while helping out tourists. of course, being a tour guide in another country required a lot of reading and studying. it helped she spoke many languages, she supposed. "i did a double major in school in tourism and business." most only did a major and a minor, but she had always been a dreamer and an over achiever. she was stubborn as hell, as her father liked to remind her every time they met up. if she set her mind on something, then she would do it. if she told you she would do something for you, she would. "and no, no special someone in my life." the lie detector made a sound and she jumped slightly, not even realizing that was a lie. however, she continued before the man could say anything, "well not in the aspect you're talking about, but my dad… he holds a really special place in my heart." as much as she wanted to kill him sometimes.
"RELAX YOUR HEART IS RACING TOO FAST. CAN'T TELL IF YOU ARE BULLSHITTING ME OR NOT.." LOOKS TO A WOMAN WHO YOU NOW NOTICE, SHE GIVES A THUMB'S UP, MEANING YOU TOLD THE TRUTH. "AH OKAY. GOOD. NOW, WERE YOU BORN HERE? HE TAPS THE PEN TO HIS LIP "TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD."
holly glanced at the woman and frowned, "where the fuck did she come from?" she hadn't even heard the woman come in. oh well, didn't matter. she glanced back at the man and shook her head, "no, i was born in boston, massachusetts" a place she hadn't been back to since she was a teenager. "my childhood…" she repeated before sighing. she glanced down at her lap before looking back up, "well my mom was a successful lawyer and my dad… well he was the deadbeat, or so my mom likes to call him most days. after he got fired from his office job, he spent most of his days at the casinos and spending mom's money on stock markets and horses." she shook her head, looking back to the days that she still lived at home. all she remembered was her parents fighting all the time. she hated all the names her mother called her father- albeit true. her father was a problematic gambler. still was. "anyway, i'm an only child. when my mom was still here, i used to go to school, but then when i was ten, she left my father." she had thought her mom would take her with her. she didn't think her mother would leave her behind. "she just packed her bags one day, and when i got home from school, all her things were gone." after that day, she just hated the bitch. what mother leaves their daughter with a gambling addict? she shook her head, "so i grew up just dad and me. he taught me how to speak french, spanish, portuguese, cantonese and mandarin. he was really good with languages, stuff like that." for years it was just her and dad. it was difficult with him spending every penny that they had left, but with her working as a baby sitter and pet sitter, it earned her enough to buy grocery for the two of them. of course, she had to hide the money from her father - and that meant hiding them at her friend's house. "it was tough, dad being a gambler. i wouldn't give him the money i earned and he wouldn't get a job. he keeps thinking he's going to hit the jackpot one day." her eyes started to water, but she closed her eyes and just inhaled deeply, "i should have given him the money, otherwise he wouldn't have ever went to some gang to borrow money. needless to say, when he couldn't pay them back, people started attacking me and my dad." sometimes she showed up in school with cuts and bruises and then had to lie to everybody about how she got them because how could she tattle on her father? if she did, she would have no one left. he was her only family. "it started to get really bad. like threats and whatnot. so when he couldn't pay them back, they started to come to me. i was only twelve at the time." she let out a sarcastic laugh. that didn't matter to them of course, just that they got their money back. "on my thirteenth birthday, when i was coming home after finishing a project with my friends, they attacked me again, left a scar on my collar bone." she glanced down on her right collar as if showing it to him. it was obvious. there was a white line two inches long just underneath her collarbone. with her being naked and all, he should have no problem seeing. "anyway, i got home that day to that dinky little hut and all that was left was a note, my father gone. go figure." she had expected him to leave all the time. when things got tough, her father ran to the gambling scene. except this time, he actually ran, to another country. "so my friend's mom took me in, but then the gang started attacking them too. i couldn't let them suffer for my dad's mistake, so i ran." like father like daughter. "i used my saved up money and moved to illinois. i faked having parents, went to the local high school and then graduated. by then, i actually had a part time job as a barista at the coffee shop. tips were pretty good, and by then, i used the money for school- which is how i ended up in las vegas, i guess. didn't like illinois, wanted something different, so i moved there to do my double major. now i'm here in new york city to help out with a travel agency. i don't intend to stay."
"AH WHAT A LIFE YOU HAVE HAD. SO LET'S KEEP GOING..YOU TOLD THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR HOMETOWN. HOW ABOUT YOU.." HE TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE, STEPPING CLOSER TO THE VERY SUBJECT THAT HE WAS SPEAKING ABOUT; YOURSELF. "ARE YOU HAPPY WITH WHO YOU HAVE BECOME?" TILTS HIS HEAD THE OTHER WAY "DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS BEST AS YOU CAN.."
"i wouldn't quite use the word happy, but yes, i don't mind who i've become." despite all the shit she's been through to get herself this life, she didn't regret becoming who she was. "describe myself… well honest, for one. i'm not much of a liar. in fact, i hate lying. it kills me inside to lie. i mean, sometimes you need to tell a little white lie, but i'd prefer not to." like, for example, not telling the truth to the gang about where her father was- not that she had a clue. he hadn't contacted her in many years. "i'm tough, i don't like dealing with bullshit. if you do, i'll call you out on it. i don't like fake people or thieves or just bad people in general." not that she had any bad experience with fake people or thieves, but she just had zero tolerance for that shit. "but," she cracked a grin at him, "i'm actually normally very friendly. i love people, why else would i go into a job where i have to deal with people all day long? i'm also one of those annoyingly positive people. i don't like focusing on the bad. if i did, i wouldn't be here. negativity is so… depressing, plus it takes a toll on your body. i try not to be negative, and if i catch myself doing that, i'd probably smack myself." which was true. she was always smiling. she was a people person. she could strike up a conversation with anyone. she didn't have to know you nor did she have to like you. she's good at making small talk or even talking about controversial stuff. "i'm easy going. i'm also quick on my feet when it comes to problems- especially in the work field. i'm good at improvising." sometimes plans don't go as planned, and she just had to think on the spot and consider something else. "umm what else? i like knowledge, especially of other countries cultures and history and stuff like that. other than that, i'm pretty boring, i suppose." she chuckled and shrugged, "if you want to know what i'm like, you'd have to ask my friends or my dad… if you can find him."
"GOOD. OKAY, NOW THIS CITY IS FULL OF PEOPLE.." HE FINALLY STEPS BACK FROM YOU, GIVING YOU AIR TO BREATHE, AND A MOMENT TO CATCH UP TO WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU. "BET YOU ARE REALLY CURIOUS ABOUT THIS...RIGHT?"
holly let out a long breath, finally able to breathe anything but his cologne. she shrugged, "well yeah, but i've learned that it's pointless to ask. you can't or won't tell me anyway." she's watched enough crime shows to know that questions don't get answered.
"WELL WE ARE NOT AT LIBERTY TO TELL YOU.." HE SHRUGS, AS THOUGH HE IS ACTUALLY DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW. "SO LIKE I WAS SAYING, BIG CITY. BIG, BAD CITY...KNOW ANYONE ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS THAT'S CLOSE. AND DON'T LIE, WE'LL KNOW AND THE CONSEQUENCES FOR THAT ARE QUITE SHOCKING" HE CHUCKLES BEFORE FINGERING THE PAPER THAT HAS YOUR RESULTS, WAITING FOR YOUR ANSWER
"see." she thought to herself in agreement. "close? like close to me as in distance or relationship?" no response, of course. "no, i don't usually associate with the locals. my job deals with tourists, but and i'm not really close enough to anyone to really know much." she shrugged again, it seemed to be her usual go to when she had nothing else to say. "well there's sebastian roy taylor. i knew him from boston. he's on the good tracks, i think. i don't even know. what else you want me to say."
"GLAD YOU TOOK MY ADVICE NOT TO LIE." STEPPING CLOSER, HE TAPS HIS LIP WITH THE PEN AGAIN "YOU ARE QUITE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, WHAT ABOUT A LOVER? A PERSON THAT YOU WANT TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH? HE INQUIRES WITH ANOTHER TILT OF HIS HEAD, FEIGNING INTEREST IN WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY.
"why? interested?" she giggled, shaking her head, totally out of character. she supposed it was the shock of being tied to a chair by a complete stranger. the whole ordeal felt like an out of body experience. couldn't really register that she was kidnapped. "just kidding. umm no. no one currently. like i said, i live and breathe my job. plus, who would want to get mixed with me?" she only knew tourists. she didn't know enough locals to actually mingle. "i mean, i've been on dates, but one actual relationship, if you could even really call it that was actually… with sebastian. i was thirteen, just before i moved. i was freshman, he was senior. and anyway, it ended when i ran away to illinois." it was something she would forever regret doing. she had always loved sebastian. the way he made her feel, and the way he looked at her…. she would never forget it. but she had to leave for his safety. she couldn't have him knowing what her family was like. she certainly didn't need pity from him.
"AH YES. LOVE. SUCH A WASTE OF PEOPLE'S POTENTIAL." HE SHAKES HIS HEAD TO THE NOTION OF LOVE. "BET YOU MISS HIM." HE CHUCKLES, DARKER THAN BEFORE. "WELL YOUR TIME IS UP. WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER, SOMEONE YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY KNOW..' THE WINK THAT HE GIVES YOU SUGGESTS IT'S THE VERY PEOPLE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SPEAKING ABOUT, PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND CARE ABOUT.
holly's face went pale and she felt her heart stop. "what?!" she screamed in her mind. no. they couldn't have found him. she couldn't even find him. "don't you dare do anything to him! you touch him and i will hurt you. you better leave my father alone." she struggled harder against her restraint. the chair was rattling as she yelled at him. not her father. not him. anyone but him.
"SHUT HER UP." HE SHOUTS THE ORDER AT SOMEONE AND THEN YOUR HANDS ARE FREED FOR JUST A SECOND, THEN YOUR LEGS. YOU THINK YOU MAKE A DASH FOR IT BUT YOU ARE RESTRAINED QUICKLY IN SOMEONE'S ARMS AND THEN A PRICK IS FELT. IT'S A SMALL PING OF PAIN RADIATING FROM THE LARGE VEIN IN YOUR NECK AND THE WORLD BEGINS TO GROW DARK AGAIN, WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF THE BLINDFOLD THIS TIME.
"you sons of bitches."
CAMILLA BELLE - TOURIST - WRITTEN BY RUBY
