forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
Started by @basil_
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@blue_topaz

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the almighty coin, master of all, servant to none, has decreed that the topic is a kidnapping and the person getting kidnapped is macha

cool or no?

@basil_

Tyler pulled into the driveway, getting the bags from the trunk and walking into the house. He set them down and glanced around. "Macha? Where are you?" He walked into the living room, wondering if she had gone out before finding a note sitting on the table.

@blue_topaz

Macha rocked to the right before throwing herself violently against the door of the trunk, succeeding in nothing but hurting her shoulder. She strained against her tight bindings, trying and failing to use her tongue to work free of her gag, breaths shaky.

"Unless you want a bullet down your throat I suggest you keep it down," came a low, threatening voice from the driver's seat. Macha couldn't see who her captors were, they had tied her up, blindfolded her, and left her in the trunk while they drove.

Tyler! she tried to contact him again, but once again, her thoughts fell up against an invisible barrier.
That's when a terrifying, blood-chilling thought occurred to her.
What if they had killed him?
What if that was why he wasn't responding?

Her panic levels surged, hands trembling as she sat in the dark.

@blue_topaz

basically a ransom note
"If you ever want to see your precious girlfriend again, deposit {x} dollars at {x} location and wait for further instructions"

or something

@basil_

(kk)

Tyler stared down at the note in horror, his hands shaking. Macha?! He tried calling for her, somehow knowing their communication wasn't working.

@blue_topaz

Macha took a deep breath through her nose and tried to scream, but the gag pulled too tight and she ended up choking on her own spit. A quiet chuckle resonated through the car, this time a woman's. "Feisty. Can we keep her?"
The man grunted. "You want to keep the freak? Maybe… it depends on how much dough her boyfriend coughs up."
The woman laughed again, sending chills down Macha's spine. Oh god– Tyler– don't pay the money– It was useless trying. There was no way he could hear her.

After what seemed like eternity, the car came to a stop. The door of the trunk swung open, and Macha took a greedy breath of fresh air.
Suddenly, rough arms were wrapping around her waist and scooping her up. She kicked and fought, but she couldn't see, and no one could hear her muffled cries for help. The man carried her into what she assumed was his house and dumped her in a heap on the floor, leaving her struggling to get up in her bindings. After a moment, he returned with a woman. She had no way of seeing the heavy bat in his hands.

@basil_

Tyler gathered all the money he could find, leaving only a little in the house. He didn't care if they didn't have anything left, he had to get Macha back. Tyler drove to the place in the letter, carefully setting the money in the designated area.

@blue_topaz

(hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe just you wait)
(btw they won't see it until like midnight )

The blow struck Macha between the shoulder blades, making her arch her back and cry out. Pain shot down her spine and her arms collapsed, no longer able to hold her up as the next blow came.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.

@basil_

(my god what have I gotten myself into)

Tyler felt a short burst of pain between his shoulder blades and knew it was coming from Macha. He was already home by then and curled up against the wall, twitching with pain.

@blue_topaz

(hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe)
(sorry)
(I can stop hurting her for today if you want)

When the man– or woman, she wasn't sure which one– was done beating her, they ripped the blindfold from her face and kicked her away, where she lay on the floor, shaking violently and willing herself to stay strong. It was a miracle that her skin was so tough, or else she'd be bleeding with a broken spine. Head spinning, she strained her eyes to get a good look at her captors.

@basil_

(No im not complaining(Okay that sounds horrible)

Tyler shook with sobs as he pictured Macha being tortured. “I’m sorry..I’m sorry…” He murmured over and over again.

@blue_topaz

(Loll I get it
I just didn’t want to ruin your happy bubbly mood)

The man was tall, heavily built and muscled, with tanned skin and fair Scandinavian hair, a thin moustache, and short beard. He looked to be in his forties, and had a deep scowl on his face.

The woman was also quite tall and muscled, ginger-haired with cold grey eyes. Everything about her face was harsh and pronounced; her cheekbones, her jaw, her nose.

The pair of them, standing over her, were admittedly frightening, especially since the man was holding a giant metal bat and the woman was tossing a pistol from hand to hand.

The woman bent down with a smirk. “Hello, freak.”

@basil_

(Hell no that’s staying no matter what)

Tyler stood up slowly and walked around the house in a daze, not remembering where anything was. “Macha? W-where are you?” He asked quietly.

@blue_topaz

(I’m glad :)
(Aww Tyler)

Macha flinched away from the woman, eyes alight with fear. She let out the tiniest of whimpers, trying to shift backwards, but the woman grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up. “Listen to me,” the woman snarled. “While you’re here, you won’t make a single sound if you’re not spoken too.” Macha could only not mutely, trembling all over.

@basil_

:(

Tyler sat down, piece of paper and a pen held in his hands. He began to write things down about Macha, the way she talked and laughed, the way her eyes looked when the sun reflected off of them. His writing became faster and more rushed, terrified he would forget her. By the time he was finished, he had fifteen pages of writing, his memories with her, her appearance, her personality.

@blue_topaz

(Aww I’m going to cry)

The woman let her go, giving her a sharp kick in the stomach and turning away. “Right, I’m hungry. Have fun with the freak, Langley.”

The man, Langley, scoffed and stepped forward to yank Macha up and shove her down the stairs. “You, will be staying down there at all times. If I catch you up stairs you get a bullet down the throat.”