Post by DELILAH IRIS VALENTIN on May 29, 2014 23:09:31 GMT
Rope chafed at her wrists and ankles as she found herself bound to the chair. Her 'captors' looking quite pleased with their handiwork too by the looks of it. She smiled sweetly to them "tying me up are we? Oh my, how kinky" the sarcastic tone was evident in her voice which earned her a nice little slap across the cheek. "Jeez, did your mother not teach you that it's never okay to hit a woman?" this time a hit to her cheekbone, just below her eye. She could already feel the blood rushing to the area not a second after. It would certainly leave a bruise, that was for sure.
She'd just been walking after a few drinks in a dingy American bar that she'd found. It had been nice- people with her accent for a change. She'd played pool- actual 8-ball pool- and been drinking bottles of Bud with a few nice lads. It had been lovely when she'd walked in and within a minute of her talking they'd just known she was a New Yorker. The night had been going great and she actually hadn't thought about him once. But as she'd left the bar and began to walk home she'd been stopped. At first they'd only wanted her purse- of which she'd given over- but as soon as they saw her ID they wanted her. It seemed her parents hadn't just been scamming those that were residents of the States. They'd even managed to move across the pond.
Which is how the young woman found herself here. The guys had instantly grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth and carrying her as she kicked and tried to scream. It hadn't worked out well. She wasn't as strong as they were and she hated herself for that. They wanted information. Not that she knew it. But the dicks didn't believe her. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I don't know anything about what my parents did. And any money they had is gone. G. O. N. E. Gone. Wait- you probably can't spell can you-" smack "cheers for that. As I was saying, they took it all when my parents got locked up" she'd managed to earn her third hit of the night. How lucky she was.
"We don't believe that. Mummy and Daddy must have let their little angel in on the plan and left her with some pretty little cash to get her by" one of them spoke. Delilah laughed. "Okay, I'm twenty, I'm not five. And they didn't. They didn't think they'd ever get caught so they never really planned for the future. Jesus Christ, how thick are you-" thwack. This time, Delilah shut up. The blow had struck her right on the jaw. Fuck, it stung.
She tried to move her hands more which only made the rope dig in more. If only she'd paid more attention to those crappy movies her father had loved. People were always tied up in those. Or listened when her Uncle started talking about how to get out of tricky situations when she first moved to London. She hadn't listened because to her, New York was worse than London- which it was- but she hadn't ever anticipated this. Not that she even believed that her Uncle had taught her how to get out of this specific situation. Damn, why didn't they teach it at schools.. Then again, most people's parents weren't convicts. The men continued to watch her, a few exchanging glances and words. It was obvious they were trying to think of their next move. She just tried to move her jaw to find it sent shock-waves of pain through her face. Brilliant. Leaning back, she actually found herself wishing for someone to come and get her out of this. The girl that always thought herself as independent and never needing anybody- she admitted to herself that she needed a hand.