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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 14:45:55 GMT -6
Noland set Taylor on something soft and pulled the bag off. It looked like she was in a warehouse of some kind, laying on a bed. She could see Noland and the other guy, Carter, standing nearby. "Now what?" Noland asked Carter.
"Your services will no longer be required. There's an envelope with money in the glove compartment of the van." Carter said.
"Well, I want my straitjacket back." Noland said.
"You can buy a new one. Now go." Carter said, shooing Noland off.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 14:55:14 GMT -6
"We'll take lunch in ten!" he called out. He'd deal with the text then.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 13:18:10 GMT -6
Carter glanced to Taylor. She was on the bed, struggling. She would never escape from this damn straitjacket.
"Let's make you a bit more comfortable." Carter muttered, grabbing a rag soaked in anesthetic and pressing it over Taylor's face. She was back out in seconds.
Noland turned Taylor's phone to silent and left it somewhere conspicuous in the entry area. Ice-Sword is going to have a field day with you. he thought to himself as he left, going to get his fiddle from the van.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 13:22:38 GMT -6
Thorne finished up with everyone else and took out his phone. He sent her a text asking how things were going.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 13:27:03 GMT -6
No one was there to receive it.
Noland finished playing for a moment to calm himself down, and then pulled out his own phone. He'd copied Thorne's number earlier, so he sent him a text. "I know where she is."
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 13:27:47 GMT -6
When he got a number he didn't know that said that, he called the number, "Who are you? What are you talking about?"
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 13:34:08 GMT -6
"Hello yourself." Noland replied. "Well, announcing your engagement riled a certain... overly attached party, and he's now convinced he can make your fiancé love him through Stockholm Syndrome. I think he may have slightly more nefarious plans as well."
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 13:34:57 GMT -6
"Where?" he demanded.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 13:45:50 GMT -6
"I can text you an address. I'd hurry." Noland replied. He ended the call and texted Thorne the address, almost across the city from where Thorne was.
Taylor awoke in a haze. She could feel some things had changed, but wasn't lucid enough to tell what yet.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 13:47:44 GMT -6
Thorne ran out, but he had no vehicle. "Damn it!" he shouted, trying to get a cab.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 14:19:07 GMT -6
Noland simply resumed playing, waiting for Thorne to arrive.
Taylor fully awoke to sheer darkness. She could feel something like a ring wedged into her mouth, propping it open. Her limbs were bound spread-eagle, and she could feel cold on almost all of her body. She could also feel she was upright.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 14:20:56 GMT -6
"Damn it," Thorne was muttering. This was going to take too long...probably 20 or so minutes.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 15:02:33 GMT -6
The blindfold was removed a moment later, and Taylor looked down. She could see she only had panties on. She looked up upon hearing footsteps to see Carter approaching, a toolbox in his hand.
"I'll need to deal with you." Carter said, setting the box down.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 8, 2014 15:04:33 GMT -6
Thorne didn't have a faster way. He was stuck.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 8, 2014 15:16:20 GMT -6
Noland was bored. He'd grown tired of playing his fiddle, so he went back into the building, grabbing Taylor's phone where he left it. He could hear something deeper in the building, but ignored it. It would be more satisfying to watch Thorne destroy him than do it himself.
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