Not her (Savy, Cervantes)

[Lovely]

PIC HERE Name: Cervantes Alias: Cerv played by: Tripp likeness used: Oliver Martinez

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Name: Savanah Melody Alias: Savy Played by: Lovely likeness used: Megan Fox

[Lovely]

February 8th 2011
2:30 am


The instructions had been to get her after the party, bagged, but not hurt, and only drugged if necessary. He'd hoped the party was enough to numb her to start with and make the nab easier. After all, what little rich girl could resist the temptation of being dressed up with nowhere to go that her driver couldn't take her without worry of losing her fake ID? He'd been to his share of that type of party - many of them - until the rungs had been slipped out from his feet on his upward climb and the ladder all but removed from his sight. Cervantes now detested the rich - at least one rich man in particular, the one who had single-handedly destroyed him. He had every intention of recovering all that had been taken from him and then some - and the man's daughter was his key. The van pulled up outside and he ushered them in with the sack-covered and shapely form that kicked madly, carried in face-down and feet first, one stilletto-heeled shoe dangling precariously from a half-broken ankle strap. That didn't matter. She wasn't going to be dancing for a while - not until daddy bought her back at the right price.

"In there - gently," he said with an inescapably thick european accent. The insistence of her treatment being gentle was highlighted by the ripping sound of tape being pulled from its roll, ready for use. "That chair. Get me the flashlight." She was set upright by someone on either side of her and her hands were bound with the tape. The dim light shone through the bag that covered her, then brightly lit her face as the bag was pulled away. There was a hush as the light stayed steady for a long breath, then lowered. Cervantes stared, furious and confused. "It's not her! Who are you?" He nodded to the men behind her to release her answer from the gag, although the knife in his hand was ready to do it, himself.

The girl had not stopped struggling since the moment the men had grabbed her, one of them had hit her and the gag that had kept her quiet had blood on it from her split lip. The blow had been enough to daze her and keep her quiet while they gagged her and put her in a sack, and then into some kind of vehicle. She was terrified and screaming behind her gag which muffled the sound until it was removed, the sound of her scream pierced the air and probably the ears of some of the men around her.

He turned his head and spun the knife in his fingers. He expected as much, but had expected it from a different girl. Once she'd exhausted her breath, he faced her with the knife held where she could see the sharp edge clearly even in the dim light. "Enough! You want another cut?" He'd set down the flashlight and reached up to hold her face with the knife close by. "I ask you again who you are."

Savy wasn't usually a wilting flower type, she had her own temper and when the man grabbed her face and threatened silently with his knife, she got mad. The screaming had been to try to get attention or help since she wasn't able to fight off multiple men. "I'm the girl you kidnapped!" She spat back at him and his stupid question.

He grinned then stepped back, laughing. Whoever she was, she had spirit enough to be mouthy. He appreciated that, but not the mistake his associates had made. The opportunity and the entirety of his plan had been dissolved, leaving him with this girl whose name and place he had yet to discover, and leaving the desired captive wandering home in her drunken stupor, completely unaware of the fact she was safe one more night - or possibly a dozen more nights, or longer until he made the necessary revisions and decided what to do with the unexpected changeling. The laugh tapered off into a sigh before he gestured one of the men over to his side. Amidst whispers it was clear what Cervantes told him was frightening him into a deeper level of submission that had him nodding and stepping back quickly to pull the other man out of the room, possibly to make a second attempt at finding the right girl.

"Now we are alone," he pointed out, folding his arms and leaning against the table in front of her that held several implements along with the flashlight he'd set aside. "You wish to scream? Go ahead. No one is here but rats and me. You make me laugh, but you are not laughing. This is good. This means you are listening, are you not? Tell me your name," he said again, glancing at the table for something more convincing than the knife.

Her spunk was by no means a sign that she wasn't scared, because was very afraid and more so as her eyes caught sight of the items on the table. She took in a breath, trembling in the chair she'd been tied to and trying to twist her hands against the tape that had been used to bind her. "Tell me your name." She countered with an angry little pout though her eyes shone with frightened tears that she was trying to fight. "Savanah." She finally answered his question, kicking her foot in frustration which sent the broken shoe clattering off.

He knelt down to pick up the shoe, admiring it. It wasn't a designer style and had seen better nights on the dance floor. He cast it aside after a moment and reached to her knee, tracing down with the knife as a warning not to kick him too hard if she didn't want to bury the blade in her leg. He stopped at the ankle and cut the strap on on the other shoe so it would fall to the floor as well. She wasn't likely to run, but he wasn't giving her the option of using the sharp heels against him, either. "They call me 'boss'," he teased a moment, grinning as he stood again and set the knife down. "It is Cervantes. This is all you need to know. It is a mistake that you are here. What I need to know is what do with you, Savanah."

She trembled as he traced down her leg with the knife, waiting for him to stab her or cut her leg off. She'd likely seen too many movies but had it in her head that he had to kill her because she'd seen his face and he gave her a name to call him - even if it wasn't his real one. Savy blinked and it left her lashes glistening softly with the tears she tried hard not to let free. "Let me go?" She suggested in a soft voice, certain he would not do so. "Please don't kill me.."

He chuckled and leaned on the table again. "Why would you think these things? Why do I want to kill you? Are you a bad girl?" He asked with a narrowed eye and tilt of his head that made him seem hopeful that she was. "Let you go? No."