Well here it is, the 2nd part. I'm debating whether to actually keep going
cos it's rather crap. Anyways..on with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Mark. They are all owned by channel 7 as well as anything to do with All Saints..please don't sue!
Mark took another sip of his drink as he let his eyes wander over her svelte, sexy body. He wondered what she had done to make little Richie so angry. She seemed so sweet. Richard Bird was a close friend and although he had left out certain details he had told Mark of a certain someone who needed to be taught a lesson. Mark was confident he was the one to help Richard out. He knew he was a stunner and was used to women throwing themselves at his feet. With his good looks and his charming personality, Mark figured it wouldn't be hard to win her over. He gazed over at Bron and thought to himself, 'the little slut won't be able to resist me.' Mark moved closer to get a better look at Bron. A huge grin crept across his face; Richard was right, she was a babe. Mark was actually rather excited about being able to get so close to this particular woman. He had had his fair share of gorgeous women but this one.this one was unique. "She doesn't know what she is missing while she is sitting there so, I'd better clue her in" he muttered to no one in particular. "She's going to get what's coming to her." Mark whispered as he took the cheque that Richard had given him out of his pocket and kissed it. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and made his way over.
Bron looked up towards the bar to see a figure heading her way. She thought about moving but figured everyone else was ignoring her so he most likely would too. As he grew closer she couldn't help but notice he was looking at her, a peculiar look in his eye. It frightened her for a brief second but she cast it off and went back to watching for Ben. Smiling as she wondered what his reaction would be when she told him how she felt. She was startled by a deep and sexy voice. "Can I interest you in a dance..?"
Bron turned to face Mark and smiled politely, "No thanks".
"Maybe a drink then, wine..vodka?"
"Ahh, no thank-you I'm fine." Bron said as she turned back to the door.
"Come on, what's one drink.... why can't a man buy a pretty girl like yourself a drink?"
"I am actually waiting for someone.... sorry" Bron looked down, she actually felt guilty. 'Get a grip girl' she thought to herself. 'You have nothing to be sorry about.'
Mark looked at her, it seemed Richard was right again. Total slut. He couldn't let her get to him; he would get what he wanted. Mark always got what he wanted. "Well missy, maybe you should just come outside with me then" Marks voice oozed with sleaze. Bron gasped as she jumped up. Mark, too quick for her, his strong grip already grasping her arm. She winced and was about to cry out for help when he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Nothings wrong, you are fine and we are going for a walk. Scream and I'll hurt you so terribly you will wish I would just kill you to get it over with. Got it?" Petrified Bron nodded. Wondering what she had done to deserve this she squirmed. Mark sensed she was a fighter and wanted to keep her in her place. He smiled as he placed his arms tightly around her as they walked out the door. Bron looked around wishing someone would notice her. 'Surely they'd realise he was not Ben' she thought to herself but as Bron thought back over the night she figured why would they? They didn't notice her before. She tried to scream but felt nothing come out; she was so scared she had no voice. Mark pushed her out the door and around the side where his car was hidden and placed her on the back seat. "SHIT!" he yelled as he remembered the rope was in the boot. He'd have to leave her to get it. As he looked back and forth Bron realised now was her chance to get away. 'Now Bron, now' she thought to herself. She looked up and saw that Marks back was turned. Slowly she lifted one foot after the other out of the car and was about to stand up when Mark turned to face her. "Going somewhere so soon? The fun hasn't even begun yet." Bron jumped and tried to make a run for it but he was too quick. Grabbing her roughly around the waist he threw her down to the ground and began to tie her arms and feet together. "There is no escape dear Bronny." Mark laughed menacingly. Bron was stumped, how did he know her name? She felt a newfound sense of strength and began to fight against the rope. Mark was finding it increasingly difficult to tie her together with all the squirming going on. Bron forced her body to spin around in an attempt to get away. The steps came into clear view and the last thing Bron saw was Ben making his way up them hurriedly. Mark cast a quick glance over Bron's unconscious, petite frame before throwing her into the boot. He smiled and licked his lips; Richie wasn't the only one getting something out of this deal.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Mark. They are all owned by channel 7 as well as anything to do with All Saints..please don't sue!
Mark took another sip of his drink as he let his eyes wander over her svelte, sexy body. He wondered what she had done to make little Richie so angry. She seemed so sweet. Richard Bird was a close friend and although he had left out certain details he had told Mark of a certain someone who needed to be taught a lesson. Mark was confident he was the one to help Richard out. He knew he was a stunner and was used to women throwing themselves at his feet. With his good looks and his charming personality, Mark figured it wouldn't be hard to win her over. He gazed over at Bron and thought to himself, 'the little slut won't be able to resist me.' Mark moved closer to get a better look at Bron. A huge grin crept across his face; Richard was right, she was a babe. Mark was actually rather excited about being able to get so close to this particular woman. He had had his fair share of gorgeous women but this one.this one was unique. "She doesn't know what she is missing while she is sitting there so, I'd better clue her in" he muttered to no one in particular. "She's going to get what's coming to her." Mark whispered as he took the cheque that Richard had given him out of his pocket and kissed it. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and made his way over.
Bron looked up towards the bar to see a figure heading her way. She thought about moving but figured everyone else was ignoring her so he most likely would too. As he grew closer she couldn't help but notice he was looking at her, a peculiar look in his eye. It frightened her for a brief second but she cast it off and went back to watching for Ben. Smiling as she wondered what his reaction would be when she told him how she felt. She was startled by a deep and sexy voice. "Can I interest you in a dance..?"
Bron turned to face Mark and smiled politely, "No thanks".
"Maybe a drink then, wine..vodka?"
"Ahh, no thank-you I'm fine." Bron said as she turned back to the door.
"Come on, what's one drink.... why can't a man buy a pretty girl like yourself a drink?"
"I am actually waiting for someone.... sorry" Bron looked down, she actually felt guilty. 'Get a grip girl' she thought to herself. 'You have nothing to be sorry about.'
Mark looked at her, it seemed Richard was right again. Total slut. He couldn't let her get to him; he would get what he wanted. Mark always got what he wanted. "Well missy, maybe you should just come outside with me then" Marks voice oozed with sleaze. Bron gasped as she jumped up. Mark, too quick for her, his strong grip already grasping her arm. She winced and was about to cry out for help when he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Nothings wrong, you are fine and we are going for a walk. Scream and I'll hurt you so terribly you will wish I would just kill you to get it over with. Got it?" Petrified Bron nodded. Wondering what she had done to deserve this she squirmed. Mark sensed she was a fighter and wanted to keep her in her place. He smiled as he placed his arms tightly around her as they walked out the door. Bron looked around wishing someone would notice her. 'Surely they'd realise he was not Ben' she thought to herself but as Bron thought back over the night she figured why would they? They didn't notice her before. She tried to scream but felt nothing come out; she was so scared she had no voice. Mark pushed her out the door and around the side where his car was hidden and placed her on the back seat. "SHIT!" he yelled as he remembered the rope was in the boot. He'd have to leave her to get it. As he looked back and forth Bron realised now was her chance to get away. 'Now Bron, now' she thought to herself. She looked up and saw that Marks back was turned. Slowly she lifted one foot after the other out of the car and was about to stand up when Mark turned to face her. "Going somewhere so soon? The fun hasn't even begun yet." Bron jumped and tried to make a run for it but he was too quick. Grabbing her roughly around the waist he threw her down to the ground and began to tie her arms and feet together. "There is no escape dear Bronny." Mark laughed menacingly. Bron was stumped, how did he know her name? She felt a newfound sense of strength and began to fight against the rope. Mark was finding it increasingly difficult to tie her together with all the squirming going on. Bron forced her body to spin around in an attempt to get away. The steps came into clear view and the last thing Bron saw was Ben making his way up them hurriedly. Mark cast a quick glance over Bron's unconscious, petite frame before throwing her into the boot. He smiled and licked his lips; Richie wasn't the only one getting something out of this deal.