Griffin's POV
I'm not sure when it was that I realized that the beautiful girl siting next to me of one of them... but the moment I did I knew I had to figure a way out.
It didn't take me long to come up with one. Especially one that was quite nice considering the short amount of time I had to plan it.
Sophie's POV
I had sat and talked to the handsome man for about fifteen minuets, marveling at his sexy accent and little half-smiles, when I leaned in and whispered, "You wanna' get out of here?"
The man eyed me and then smiled slowly, seductively, clearly telling me he had understood my more than clear invitation.
The worst part, was that I wished with all of my heart that the invitation wasn't one for his death, but one where I would get to spend the night with him.
Griffin's POV
"Show time." I thought to myself was I stood and wrapped an arm around the thin beauty's waist. I bent over and pressed my lips against her ear. I felt her shudder in disgust as I did so.
"Let go out the back. That's where I parked my car, and there is absolutely no reason to make you walk all the way around the outside of the building in to cold." I mummered seductively.
The girl tilted her chin upwards and smiled. "How thoughtful of you." She said with a bright smile.
"Its not thoughtfulness sweetheart." I muttered under my breath as I guided her towards the dimly lit connor in the back where there was a single door.
I pushed the door open and pushed her inside. I quickly followed and closed the door behind me.
In the darkness I hear the faint sound of a dagger being drawn out of a sheath.
I grimaced to myself. It would be harder than I thought to grab the girl and Jump back to my new lair.
"Griffin?" She asked, Sophie, if that was her real name. It very likely was since she knew I wouldn't live to tell. But then again, sometimes they lied just to lie.
I didn't answer her. Instead I silently moved around the tiny room until I was behind her.
"Griffin?" She asked again, confused and hurt. My she was a fine actress indeed.
I slid as close as possible before slinking my arms around her torso, pinning her arms at her sides.
She yelped in panic as we both hear the metal blade clatter to the tile floor.
"Take a breath." I whispered.
I heard her gasp. Good enough for me.
And we Jumped.
...
I'm not sure exactly what caused it specifically, but when we landed in Antarctica, deep underground, far below ground penetrating radar, Sophie was out cold.
"Sissy girl." I muttered and tossed her limp form onto the couch. I walked to the conner and pulled a hook down from the wall. I walked back to Sophie and removed her black jacket. I then bound her hands together. I tied each hand separately, and then both together over that. I then threw her over my shoulder and walked back to the hook. I managed to snag the hook under all of the knots. I stepped back and viewed my handiwork.
Sophie was now handing my her hands from a hook in the wall, dangling several inches off the floor. There was nothing close enough for her to kick out at and try to lever herself off the hook. She could try all she wanted to try and swing her way off the hook but since the hook came to a sharp "V" after five inches of steel, I didn't think she was going to get off that way.
Now all I had to do was wait for her to wake up.
Sophie's POV
I groaned as I came too. I had a killer head ache and my arms were agonizingly sore. I tried to shift position to relieve some of the discomfort but found myself unable to do so.
My eyes flew open as I realized where I was... or at least what sort of position I was now in.
"I was wondering when you would wake up." Griffin said, sauntering over to me from across the room.
I immediately clicked my three inch boot heels together, sending out a distress call.
"Sorry lass, but nothing like that will work down here. Nice of you to tell me where it was though." Griffin said and grabbed my right leg.
I tried to kick him with my left by he twisted my right so hard the I screamed in pain and gave up the effort.
I was still as Griffin removed both of my thigh-high black, leather boots and tossed them into a crate.
"What's next lassie?" He asked me.
I looked at him, not quite understanding.
"Lets see what we have here?" Griffin ran his hands all the way up my legs, completely un-necessarily since my boots had been so tight that there was no way to fit anything on the inside of them other than my tights. Believe me, I had tried.
Griffin's hands wandered all the way up until his finders were under my tiny mini skirt. He then found the waist band of the black tights and slowly pulled them all the way back down my legs.
But this time I was beyond frightened.
Griffin came close once again. His nose level with my collar bone. He glanced up at the fear in my eyes and smiled wickedly.
Then I felt his hands upon the zipper of my skirt. And with agonizing slowness he silently pulled the tiny zipper all the way down.
He then stepped back and watched as the tiny little piece of fabric fell to the ground.
Griffin once again stepped closer and placed his hands upon my hips. Right on top of my pale blue boy-shorts.
"Please. Please don't." I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't even defend myself even after all those hours training to do such a thing. I was such a sissy girl.
Griffin looked up into my eyes shocked. He stared at me for a long time, our eyes never leaving one another. Finally, Griffin smiled spicily and trailed his hands up a few inches until he reached the edge of my skin tight blue shirt.
"If I leave those on then I have to take something else off." He whispered seductively with his amazing voice.
I closed my eyes as he drew out a knife and slit my shirt all the way up to my arm-pits on either side. He then cut the fabric off of my shoulders. I felt its slide away from my skin and the cool rush of air that followed.
I heard a sharp intake of air and I opened my eyes and met Griffin's heated gaze. Another tear feel as I realized his intent. I once again closed my eyes and hung my head in defeat.