Hi everyone, just to let you know that I'll be pretty busy with university until about June, at which point I'll start writing my new story...
Veronica Mars: Midnight For Madame Sophie!
Until then, here is a sneak peak.
Enjoy.
G x
Alicia Jean Delacourt was wrapped in black cloth and bound to a rickety wooden chair that sat dangerously close to the edge of the fire escape of her New York apartment.
The man with the thick French accent stood at the open window, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette.
His friend, the tall man with eyes the colour of coals and a burning temperament to match, was still in the apartment, laying down sheets of plastic on the floor.
Alicia hoped someone would notice her cold, stiff body trapped up there, but it was some time past 9 and the alleyway below was dark enough as it is. Alicia was on the verge of giving up hope.
"Don't worry, ma souris. We'll be gentle." The Frenchman crooned, smirking as he ran a hand through his dark black locks of hair. Moving closer to her, Alicia could see that his eyes were actually two different colours. One blue, the other green. Both beautiful.
Alicia blushed at the thought, and he chuckled at the scarlet staining her cheeks.
"Renard." The tall man called from inside, and the Frenchman, Renard, climbed back through the window. Alicia could hear muttering in a language she didn't understand.
Renard's head popped back through the window, smiling as he showed perfectly white teeth. "We're coming for you, ma souris." He said, before leaving. Alicia relaxed slightly, the charming lilt of his voice sending waves of warmth and comfort through her young body.
Then the tall man came out on to the fire escape, a cruel looking switchblade resting in the palm of his hand.
An icy chill took over her body, and Alicia became suddenly aware of the ligatures at her hands and feet, of the wet sock in her mouth.
He grabbed the chair with one hand and began pushing her back through the open window, with help from Renard.
Then he untied her from the chair, chucking it casually across the room, and pinned her to the floor.
She lay down on the plastic like Jesus on the cross, as Renard handcuffed her hands to separate pieces of furniture.
Her feet were free, but despite her attempts to move them, they had gone numb with the cold from sitting out on the fire escape for so long.
Renard removed the black cloth, and Alicia was splayed across her living room floor, naked and utterly vulnerable.
Alicia realised what they were going to do, what he was going to do, the tall man.
She tried to scream, she thrashed her legs, she pulled on the handcuffs.
The tall man got out a condom.