Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long to update! I'm pretty happy with this chapter and I think it's funny enough for the gang. Tell me what should happen next!
Bree wandered down the alleyway, trying to look innocent and frightened by the dark. But truly, she had not a single fear of the dark like Batman. (YEAH BATMANNNNN.)
Okay, maybe Bree's a little uncomfortable, but she isn't exactly scared either. The one emotion blocking out her fear is her anger towards Marcus right now.
She wasn't sure if Marcus telling her 'You are bait for a rapist. Here, take these wonderful stripper clothes scorned by Jesus and blessed by Satan' as a complement or not. It felt more like an insult, 'Young warrior samurai, you are blessed with such beauty and grace, and now I am going to sacrifice your life to a pathetic murderer who may or may not possibly skin you alive. Oh, but not before he rapes you of course.'
If Bree is killed or worse- raped, Bree will rise from the grave and beat Marcus to death with his own kidneys. She's sworn that on her life…and Leo's life too, because, well, it's more dramatic that way. If Bree dies, so does that poor young child who is innocent and pure! As if Leo is anything close to innocent and pure… Bree felt so evil. Muahahahahaha, inner Bree laughed, well more like cackled like one of those annoying old ladies from Texas who probably swallowed sawdust as a child. Yes, very scarring if someone could read Bree's mind, like Marcus for example…
The alley just outside of the stripper club made Bree a little fidgety. At the worst times, people would make noises when they exited the club. The noises include: people having sex, grunts and moans, old-women cackling, men coughing up blood, and all sorts of wonderful and memorable sounds. Bree just felt absolutely blessed to be experiencing a once and a lifetime experience! Hahah. No.
Her plan was to make commentary loudly as she walked through the alley and the Doll Maker would be lured in. She would speed around him, creating a lack of oxygen until he lost consciousness. It may not be the best plan ever but it works on her brothers so, eh, might as well try. Bree cleared her throat.
"I am a super hot…err…super-model with very clear, soft touchable skin and luscious dark chestnut curls that cascade down my back in sensual sexy waves. I have freckles all over my body, well I mean, if you're into freckles. I am also a very naughty girl, um—I mean woman! And I love bondage and getting kidnapped!" Oh god, Bree thought, it's like I'm giving the resume of a prostitute! Why did I say I love bondage and getting kidnapped!? I'm so stupid!
Bree breathed out a sigh. It can't be that hard to attract a creep, right?
Looking up into the sky, Bree noticed that the moon wasn't present that night. Just darkness and fog swallowed the sky, without a trace of a single star. The sky made the whole kidnapping/murder/rape thing even creepier. An uneasy feeling settled in Bree as she tiptoed down the alleyway, looking down dark path's to find a way out. Suddenly everything felt overwhelming and she actually felt scared for a moment, but just for a moment. Frick! Bree was scared now for one reason only she thought, I have school tomorrow!
A quite high-pitched whistle sliced through the air like a knife. Definitely not getting the Summer reading done tonight…
Bree froze, fear coursing through her veins as she tried to slide down the short sparkly dress bunched up around her thighs. Oh shit, Bree contemplated as she searched all of the dark pathway's surrounding her. She hadn't thought he'd actually find her. Now she felt in real danger. She wanted to run, the whistle could've come from any of the pathways, one could be a dead end, or all of the pathways could be a dead end. Bree could turn around and run but the noise came from behind her, not far away, and that's why he whistled. Small light's painted certain areas down the alley where she was standing, and darkness consumed all the small pathways leading out.
"Stay away from me, I'm really not as hot as I described! I'm actually not a naughty woman—I'm a girl! And-and I'm not into bondage or kidnapping! My hair isn't as luscious as I described! Please just don't kill me or give me genital herpes!" Bree cried out loudly, her eyes darting back and forth around the scene.
The same whistle sounded through the air. Bree immediately tensed, her brain sending the feeling of alarm throughout her body, making the girl shake in fear.
The night before, Mr. Davenport had taken her chip out when she was sleeping to add some new abilities.
And now the whistle had been right behind her.
Slowly, she shuffled to face the man, a little on the freaked out side, and had to do a double take. His height was way too tall for Bree to handle and she had to crane her head back to see the top of his head. The man Bree observed was lanky, his dark clothes hung on his body as if they were hanging to dry. But his lankiness only added to the alarming feeling Bree felt as she stood in front of the man. His eeriness did not prevent the powerful aura that surged from him. Holy mother drugging crack, Bree thought, something bad is going to happen to me and I can't even defend myself without my chip.
Looking down at Bree, the man lifted the hoodie off from his head, showing his surprisingly young but estranged face. Solid and stiff, the man's mouth grew into a sharp unsympathetic curve, it looked like an attempted smirk, but it was too scary to even look at. Bree quickly adverted her eyes from the man who wore, Bree noted, dark glasses. The man stayed still for a moment, not trying to grab to take Bree at all. He was obviously waiting for the girl to run but Bree knew better and stayed put. Her childish missions with Mr. Davenport had proven somewhat useful.
Slowly, the Doll Maker removed his glasses and his smirk heightened from the look Bree had on her face.
She gasped. "What-what happened to your eye?"
"I'm partially blind in my right eye my dear." The Doll Maker snickered, "I must say, I'm not used to my girl's being so blunt and straightforward. Usually they just scream and scream and scream."
"You're disgusting." Bree spat, making eye contact with the man as he stepped a few steps closer to the girl. "If you think I'm going to let you touch me, you're wrong."
"Ha! You think I'm going to ask permission to do what I want with your body?" The hairs on Bree's neck stood up at that comment. She exhaled a shaky breath, the fog from her breath still lingering in the air. "I'm a monster and that's what I'm always going to be my dear. People like you must accept that there will always be people like me waiting for a little taste of someone like yourself. Anyways, I didn't catch your name—?"
"Why do you need my name if you're going to kill me? Why bother?" Bree questioned, narrowing her eyes on the repulsing man before her. He couldn't be more that 25, he looks young, but why would he do this to himself?
"Maybe this time I've found my dinner more…appetizing that my usual meal. I'd like to keep you longer than the others my dear—you're interesting. I asked your name my dear, don't be rude to your soon-to-be captor," The Doll Maker leaned down over Bree and chuckled, smiling like a crazy-eyed carnivorous reptile planning a nice death for it's prey, and according to The Doll Maker, that's exactly what he's going to do. Bree felt the uneasy feeling rise in her once again.
"Fine, its Bree!" the girl's jaw twitched in anger. "So, you're planning on keeping me longer in your evil lair so that you can molest me until you are either tired and bored of me or until I make you angry—and then you will dip me into clay and send me to the New York National Museum as a sick joke." Bree said, remembering what Marcus had said earlier. Boy did Bree miss Marcus a lot right now and that is saying something. He would get her out of this mess. But oh no, Bree had to stupidly wander deep, deep into the alley so that she would be trapped. Hopefully Marcus is looking for her now, even though she'd been a total bitch about the Doll Maker being easy.
"Well, you dear, are very well informed on the facts and what I'm going to do to you. The sooner you accept what's going to happen to you, the better. Now follow me down this pathway and maybe I won't hurt you as badly as I'm planning right now. Oh and Bree, watch your mouth, you'll have better things to do with it soon." The Doll Maker threatened, lusty eyes flashing like a police siren.
"Sorry, and if you are referring that I'm going to bite your balls off, then you are correct, I do have a much better thing to do with my mouth." Bree said bitterly. The Doll Maker raised one eyebrow as if daring Bree to continue, the girl looked like she was not just about to bite his balls off, but eat him whole. Bree bit her tongue and pretended to be a good little girl. Bastard is going to die tonight, Bree told herself, although not sure after meeting the man if she were capable of tackling the 6-foot-something man herself.
"I'll ignore that look you're giving me and pretend you're being an obedient little dog. Now, come fetch the bone my dear," The Doll Maker whispered darkly, making Bree shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to pretend that this was just a dream, but it's not. This man is trying to force himself onto her in a dark alley, then take her into his evil lair, continue to molest her for months, get sick of her, make her into a statue for her parents to see, and then send her to a museum of all places. It's messed up, very messed up. Bree suddenly wished she'd obeyed Marcus and stayed with the plan, reaching into her pocket, she really hoped her phone lingered in there so she could call Mr. D or Marcus.
No phone. No help.
"Could I please go to your lair first," Bree pleaded and The Doll Maker frowned but Bree quickly smoothed it over, "I'll do anything you want! I promise! Just anywhere but out here in the alley—"
"It sounds like you're stalling to me," The Doll Maker sneered, "but of course, you would never, ever do such a naughty thing, right my dear?"
Bree shook her head immediately, trying to seem obedient, but her "obedience" is already questionable. Why would I promise such a stupid promise!? Bree yelled at herself, wanting to run and hide and be anywhere but near him. Promising to do anything for him is like giving her entire body for his pleasure only. The Doll Maker sharply turned his head and Bree flinched. The man held his hand over his heart and gasped, as if offended by the flinch.
"You're not scared of me, are you Bree?" The Doll Maker smiled his predatory smile then tilted his head to the side. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable, because we're going to have lots of fun together my pretty little doll." Bree's voice was stuck in her throat. Before, he'd called her 'my dear' and now 'my pretty little doll?' That cannot be good.
"NonoNO! I'm not scared of you! I was just a little jumpy, being it all dark and frightening outside. It's quite easy for a girl like me to get abducted at this time of night." Bree made tense eye contact with The Doll Maker and gulped down the knot in her throat.
"You're right Bree, it is easy for a pretty little doll like you to get abducted at this time of night," The Doll Maker breathed heavily into her ear, he was so close, the heat from his body made Bree want to scream, "it would be such a shame for you to be taken."
Bree started to tremble. The Doll Maker's sharp teeth grew into a smile.
"What's the matter Bree, is someone afraid of the dark?" The man inched closer, his lanky frame shadowing Bree's body.
"Get away from me." Bree murmured, pulling down the dress that was once again bunched at her thighs. She wanted to curse at everyone for letting this happen, Marcus for asking her to be his partner and choosing this mission, herself for being stubborn and trying to do it herself, and Mr. Davenport for not telling her that her chip had been taken out. Bree felt powerless, her chip increased her fighting ability by a million, and without the chip her fighting is that of a fifteen year-olds. Well, okay, Bree is fifteen. Normally her chip increases her fighting ability to that of an ancient taekwondo master.
Bree had a thought. Marcus being evil is soo three weeks ago. She was worried about her now-partner Marcus being evil while right now she's soon to be raped by The Doll Maker and then dipped in clay and sent to a museum. Replaying what was inevitable only made Bree feel sicker, so Bree had to think positive.
Marcus will find me. Marcus will find me.
The Doll Maker looked furious by Bree's response. Uh oh, that's bad.
"Why are you acting so resistant now? I'd thought we'd become friends, and I thought you weren't scared of me," the man hissed, grabbing Bree's forearm tightly, his nails digging into her skin, her arm becoming paler with the strong grip. Bree struggled to get his hands off of her. This guy clearly did not get that Bree is very intimate with her personal space issues because he's trying to get intimate with her, like very intimate. Well, not right now. Right now, Bree is pretty sure The Doll Maker is trying to strangle her arm to death.
"Maybe if you didn't have anger issues and weren't strangling my arm, we would be talking it out by now!" Bree snarled, getting irritated with this guy's issues or whatever they're called. He's crazy more than anything. What drives a twenty-something-year-old insane? Nobody knows.
The Doll Maker seemed to have calmed down when Bree quote on quote "reasoned" with him. Yeah right, Bree wasn't trying to calm him down at all because she was sick and tired of his problems with her inability to give in to whatever he does to her. Of course she'd want a stranger to get away from her! His problem with her 'resistance to him' is seriously getting on Bree's nerves.
"I'm so sorry I hurt my pretty little doll! Here, I'll make it up to you. I'll take you home right now." The Doll Maker soothed. Bree's chest felt tight and her heart pumped faster than ever. He's actually going to take her this time! He didn't seem as creepy when she first met him, but now something's not right.
Bree opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by The Doll Maker…when he put a white cloth against her nose and mouth.
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