"Oh my god, I've just been kidnapped!" Saya said in a hysterical tone as Throttle's car peeled out of the bar parking lot. He made a humming sound and reached over and turned on the radio and tuned it to a soft rock station thinking that the music might sooth her rattled nerves as he drove.
It didn't. If anything she started freaking out more. And trying to undo her seat belt, and kick the door open. Every now and then Throttle would give her a slightly anxious look. Wondering if he should wrap his tail around her waist or something just in case she managed to get the door open. Not that he thought she'd actually jump out of a moving vehicle.
Especially in her outfit. Her skin would come right off if she tried jumping while the car was moving.
She was still babbling about being kidnapped and pulled out the cell that Modo had given her and started to call him when Throttle reached out and snatched the phone from her grasp and pocketed it, effectively ending the call to his brother as he growled. "Could you not bring my brothers into this?"
"But you kidnapped me!"
"I didn't kidnap you." He said in a rough tone and cringed as she shrieked.
"Yes you did! You forced me into your car against my will and-"
"You know I was planning to grab us a coffee somewhere so we could talk then maybe once I'd satisfied my curiosity, I'd take you home. But I suppose I could molest you a little bit. Then drop you off at home." Throttle gave her a cheery smile, not the least bothered by the fact that she was so distressed that she close to tears. At least if she went ahead and cried, she'd tire herself out.
Then he'd be able to deal with her more easily. Maybe.
"And you would have a warrent for your arrest in under an hour if you dared!" She spat at him like a furious kitten that had just been doused by water. He liked her spirit. It got on his nerves a little bit but he liked her spirit nevertheless. Still...there was the matter of calming her down and getting her to relax.
He supposed he could give her a small bit of a roofie. Not enough to completely cloud her mind but enough to make her a bit more passive. The second the thought crossed his mind he shook his head no. That would be cruel and ruin any chances of building trust between them.
He supposed he could just pull over and let her out, she might calm down considerably once she was on a crowded street. Then again he wasn't overly fond of women screaming, Help or Rape, and getting tasered either. So maybe pulling over but not letting her out of the car would be the best way to go.
Ugh...he was giving himself a headache. "Tell you what sweetheart, my place is just up ahead. If you want we'll stop there and have a chat then I'll take you home or call you a taxie or even get ahold of one of your friends-"
"Oh right like those two jerks would even care if you did unspeakable things to me! They're the reason I was dragged out of my home kicking and screaming earlier tonight!"
"Uh, okay, so you're friends are out. I could call my brother Modo to-" The woman actually bared her teeth at him and he asked. "You do remember the guy who said he'd kick my ass if I was less than a gentleman, right? Ya know, the one who gave you his cell?"
"I would rather jog home in these damndable heels!"
"And stupidly get caught by any serial killer/rapist in the area. No I think not. Make up your mind and let me know so I can get you home safely." Throttle said as he turned the wheel left and carefully parked between a jag and a mini van and turned the car off.
Saya looked at him nervously and then glanced at the door. Her expression flitting from frightened, to hopeful, then to cautious and finally wary. He gave her a blank look for a moment, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
Can I get unfastened and run fast enough to get away?
The answer was no. Throttle may be a big guy, but he was very quick on his feet. He doubted that she would get more than five or six feet from his car before he'd have her caught. "Okay, babe. Here's the deal. We go up to my place, have one cup of coffee, tea, wine- whatever you want, then if you want to leave I'll let you go. But remember to tell me how you want to leave-"
"Alive and in one piece would be nice." She blurted out and Throttle couldn't help but wonder if maybe she subconsciously recognised that he was a dangerous person and was maybe reacting instinctively to that. It would certainly explain why his semi nice act wasn't fooling her any. Well that and the fact that he had sort of, kind of, kidnapped her so that they could just talk for a while.
But he really was planning to let her go.
Eventually.