With a gasp Joan leapt to her feet and wildly ran backwards against a cold cement wall. Her breathing was heavy as fear explored her veins, eccentric and perverse thoughts running terrified through her head as she frantically looked around. An odd white light shone around her, but she couldn't exactly make out what it was and honestly didn't care. Directly across from her a petit figure laid on an old and slightly distorted futon. With thoughts of murderous vengeance, the brunette approached. Her fists were clenched, and her mind set on escape. She knew that her captors wouldn't just let her go, and therefore she knew she had to beat them at their own game. Whether that meant full out killing them or keeping them unconscious, she had no idea, but she knew that she'd do whatever it took to return to her life.
Quietly the eighteen year old drew near the- what seemed like- sleeping form. A blanket covered its entire body, and she couldn't help but notice how tiny it was. She was surprised at the fact for just a brief moment, but didn't stop her mission. She wanted to put a face to whomever stole her that night. Wanted an image to engrave in her brain so she could watch the ass hole suffer for all he'd done. Wanted to know who would kidnap a lower middle class citizen like herself for a few bucks. In a swift moment, Joan tore the blanket from the figure, screaming as her green eyes caught the pale face.
Shade woke with a start. His heart raced and he quickly looked over at his companion. Tamara, his soul mate, stirred awake and furrowed her brow.
"What's wrong?" She asked, pulling herself up with one arm to look down at him. "Where's hamster?" He asked her, and she blinked sleepily at him before grabbing her phone. 3:57am it read. "Asleep probably, why?" He shook his head, running a hand through his tousled long black-brown hair.
"Nightmare, never mind," He sighed and she lowered herself onto his large chest, cuddling into his collar bone before setting a kiss in there. He shivered at the touch. "Don't go starting that now," he growled, and she grinned.
"It's almost four, you'd better head home, dad's going to wake up soon." That growl of his turned into a groan and he buried himself into her neck.
"I don't wanna," he pouted, then bit down on her. With her breath and heart rate increasing, all thoughts of Joan escaped as his mind let way to primal instinct.