Living With this Crime

Lyla whimpered softly once he finally let go of her. Every part of her body was aching, she didn’t know how much more she could take at that very moment. Hearing him say the way she was acting would get her killed faster mace Lyla flinch, she couldn’t believe this would be how her life ended. She was going to die after being kidnapped and tortured

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Hearing the loud bang from the other room, Matt laughed, “Brian’s being rough with this one.” He shook his head at her plea, “Sorry doll, you’re not going anywhere, it’s too late to turn back.”

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Brian licked his bottom lip, to annoyed and angry to be having fun anymore. "Just go to sleep." He growled, sitting in the chair next to the bed, opening the bottle of bourbon again. "And stop crying, or I'll knock you out instead."

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Claudia looked up at him and bit her bottom lip, her wrists starting to burn from the blankets rubbing them raw. She felt so anxious, and couldn't come to terms with why this was happening. "I-I won't tell anyone." She promised, shaking.

Lyla nodded, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes. She wasn’t going to say anything else, just falling asleep would be the best thing for her at the moment.

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“I know you won’t, you won’t have the chance to tell anyone,” Matt said, going over and grabbing the bottle of alcohol from his bag. “You might as well get some sleep, while you still have the chance,” he told her.

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The next morning, before Lyla even had the chance to wake up, Brian had injected her with another sedative, this one a bit more powerful than the first. He knew he'd be taking her to his home today and the last thing he needed was her coming to life in the back of his car, full power, causing a big scene and getting him caught. He tossed the syringe into the trash and pulled his jacket on.

"Wakey wakey, Lyla." He smirked, leaning over her to untie her from the bed rail. He then retied her hands behind her back, and wrapped her up in the bed sheet, picking her up and taking her outside to place in the trunk of his car. "I think Gracie will fit back here with you." He said, looking down at her after cramming her in to the small space. "Or maybe not." He stroked his chin, thinking.

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Gracie hadnt been able to get much sleep, but when she woke up in the morning, she found herself on the floor, her hands and ankles tied, and her head absolutely swimming. She felt like she had been hit with another dose of whatever Brian had snuck in her drink last night. She tried to roll onto her back, hearing Matt walking around the small motel room.

"W-whats going on...?" She slurred, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Lyla slowly opened her eyes, by the time she was aware of what was going on she was in the trunk. Of course she couldn’t move, but hearing Brian, she was even more afraid. She watched as Matt carried what she assumed was Claudia out and crammed her in the trunk next to her.

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Matt grinned hearing Claudia speak, “Ah, good morning. Don’t worry, we’re just going for a little car ride.” He said as he wrapped the sheet around her and carried her out to the car, shoving her in the trunk. “Good enough, they’ll be fine until we get back home,” Matt said more to Brian than anyone else as he shut the trunk and got in the car with Brian.

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Claudia gasped, wincing as she was crammed into the tight space, pressed up against Lyla. "Sorry." She whimpered, trying to move to where they could both have a little bit of space. The air in the trunk was already becoming hot and sticky and when the engine roared to life, she could hardly hear anything else. "Are you okay?" Claudia asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

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Brian sat in the drivers side, waiting for Matt to get in. Once he did, he wasted no time bringing the car to life and starting their drive towards home. It would take a couple hours, but once they were there, he knew the fun he'd be having for the next few weeks.

“It’s not your fault, not like we asked to be shoved in the trunk,” Lyla laughed just barely, she knew there was nothing to laugh about. Feeling the air start to get hot, she sighed, “I’m better than I was last night, how about you?”

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Matt got in the car and watched out the window as Brian drove. He knew it would be awhile before they got home, but it’d be worth it.

After a few hours, Matt looked over at Brian as he brought the car to a stop, “Finally home.” He grinned, knowing it was going to be easier to have fun with the girls in their home.

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Claudia didn't want to admit that Matt hadn't really done anything to her other than scare her. She could see the wounds made from Brian's knife and realized this was all to real. She knew hers was coming. "Yeah." She frowned.

After a few hours, they felt the car cut off. Claudia was drenched in sweat, she felt like she was in an oven, and felt about to pass out.

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Brian got out, locking the doors before unlocking the trunk and smiling. "Hello, ladies. Enjoy the ride?" He smirked. Matt and him had decided to stay together, in case the other ever needed help, like if a girl was escaping or if someone was growing suspicious.

Brian shoved Claudia out of the way and picked up Lyla. "Someone needs a shower." He smiled.

Once the light hit her eyes, Lyla blinked a few times before Brian picked her up. She watched as Matt grabbed Claudia and threw her over his shoulder, she so badly wanted to start kicking and screaming, but she knew she couldn’t.

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Matt tossed Claudia over his shoulder, “The trunk must have been pretty hot, you need a shower too.” He laughed, knowing there wasn’t anyone around that would see him carrying her into the house.

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Claudia looked around, craning her head to try and see anything they were near, but it was just dirt road leading on as far as her eyes could see. She turned her head the other way, looking up at their house. It was very large and fancy, but it hadn't been what she was expecting. Perhaps more dungeony and covered in blood was suit these demons better. She frowned and hit her fists against his lower back as he packed her inside. She took one last look around outside, up at the sky, not knowing if would be her last chance to or not.

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Brian smiled as he carried Claudia bridal style into his home, carrying her up the stairs, and packing her into his bedroom. He sat her down on the loveseat that was at the foot of his bed and waved the air in front of his nose. "You smell horrendous." He laughed, shutting and locking the door before opening the door to his bathroom. "Come on." He gestured her into the bathroom by nodding his head towards it, "This may be the last time you can enjoy a nice hot bath." He smirked.

Lyla was hesitant to follow him into the bathroom, but since she could smell herself, she knew she needed a shower. Slowly, she got up and walked into the bathroom. She was a bit skeptical and was expecting Brian to do something horrible to her.

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Matt carried Claudia into the house, ignoring her as she pounded at his back, it wasn’t like she was actually hurting him. Once they got to his room, he shut the door and locked before sitting her down. He made sure everything was locked up before walking into the bathroom and running bath water. “You better get in here and enjoy it while you can,” he called out to her.

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Brian rested his hand on the small of her back until they got next to the bath. He bent over and began running the warm water for her, forcing her around and untying her wrists. Licking his bottom lip, he watched as she skiddishly stepped into the tub and sunk down. One of Brian's favorite things to do to girls he kidnapped was give them a false sense of security before torturing him. He walked around to the head of the tub, where her back was to him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slid her down into the water, until she was laying on her back. He ran his hands through her hair, being careful not to snag on any tangles. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" He smirked, pouring some shampoo into his hand.

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Claudia sat on the edge of his bed, shaking in fear. She was so nervous because he hadn't actually do anything to her yet, that she was just imagining every little thing he could do. She imagined being held down under the water in his bathroom, unable to breathe and drowning. She stood up and slowly walked into the bathroom, wondering why he was being so calm, and all she could think was the calm before the storm. His bathroom smelled floral and the fresh scent coming from the bubbles in the tub was enough to make her want to dive in, to get away from the stench his trunk left on her. Mixed in with sweat and body odor, was the smell of death and she could only imagine how many dead bodies he had hauled in the back of that car.

Lyla was becoming more and more nervous every minute, and when Brian moved behind her she was just plain scared. She relaxed just a little as he ran his fingers through her hair, but she couldn’t bring herself to relax fully. After what he did to her the night before, she was scared of him. Deep down she knew that he must’ve had more up his sleeve, which meant she was just going to get hurt even more, “It does...” Lyla said softly, scared of what he might do next.

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Matt couldn’t help smirking slightly as he watched her facial reactions to the bathroom. He loved being able to lull his girls into a false sense of security, keep them on edge, and then he had his fun. “Enjoy it,” Matt told Claudia as he let her loose and helped her into the tub. “Just relax,” he said as he wet her hair, gently running his fingers through it.

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Brian smiled, looking down at her resting in the water. He could see how tensed and stiff her body was, he knew she expected him to do something at any moment. Knowing she was in constant fear, petrified to the bone, was enough to keep a smile on his face. He pulled his hands away and grabbed a towel to dry them off. "Take as long as you want." He smirked. "Because when you get out, that's when the real fun begins." He teased her.

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Claudias jaw stiffened, feeling his fingers running through her hair. The warm water swirled around her skin and puffy white bubbles floated over the surface. She trembled, feeling like certain doom was looming right over her shoulder, and it kind of was, seeing as Matt was sitting right behind her. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and every time Matt moved his hands she seemed to flinched. "Please-" she whimpered, feeling like she might have a heart attack.

Lyla didn’t plan on moving any time soon, she planned on staying in the tub until the water was cold and until her skin started to shrivel. She wasn’t just scared of him, she was scared of the pain he would cause her and that eventually he would end up killing her. Watching as he moved from behind her, she slowly brought her body to relax in the water.

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Matt had to keep himself from laughing as she flinched and whimpered, the fact that he had her so frightened, made his day. He let go of her hair and dried his hands before standing up, “Relax, we’ll be having our fun later after you get out.”

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Brian began to walk out of the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder to let his eyes wander over her body under the sudsy water. She was gorgeous, curves in all the right places, and for the moment he could only imagine decorating it with lacerations and bruises. He palmed himself through his jeans and smirked, leaving the bathroom door open as he set things up in his room. He pulled the chain and cuff he had hooked to the bedpost out from hiding underneath the mattress. He couldn't wait for the fun to begin.

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Claire frowned, watching him as he trailed around in the bedroom. She sunk deeper in the water, wanting nothing more than for the heat of the water to melt her so she could just become one with the water, and disappear from this situation. She wrapped his arms around her torso and shut her eyes. "Fun." She muttered.

Lyla was glad to see that Brian left the room, it gave her a chance to relax. She sighed softly, enjoying the water and wishing she was in her own tub at home. All the possibilities of what he would do to her started flowing through Lyla’s mind. She really didn’t want to think about the hell that would be coming and how much pain she would be in.

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Matt walked out to the bedroom, he laughed as he thought about how scared he had her without even trying. Going over to the closet, he pulled out the box from the top shelf and carried it over to the bedside table and put it down. Taking the top off, he pulled out the cuffs and chain and attached them to the bed.

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Brian cracked his knuckles as he waited, knowing how much fun he was about to have. About an hour passed and he walked back into the bathroom, leaning against the sink. "Water getting cold yet?" He laughed, walking towards her and grabbing her up by her wrist. "At least you smell better." He chuckled, not even letting her dry off before he just dragged her into his bedroom. He shoved her down on the bed and cuffed her ankle to the bed.

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The water started to get cold and Claudia could hear Matt moving around in his bedroom, just shuffling around. She breathed out a shaky breath and slowly stood up in the tub before stepping out. She let the water run out and she quietly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. She leaned back against the wall, feeling like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest.

Lyla didn’t even have a chance to answer before he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She started to kick when he cuffed her ankle to the bed, now she was just stuck on his bed. Being naked and wet, made her feel even more uncomfortable and vulnerable to him.

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Matt got everything ready before walking back into the bathroom just to see Claudia get out of the tub. “Ah, all ready are we?” He asked, grabbing her and leading her back to the bedroom. He pushed her on the bed and quickly cuffed her to the bedposts by her arms and then her legs, “There we go.”

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Brian had opted out of cuffing Lyla's hands to the bed, he liked it more when they put up a fight. "Comfortable?" He smiled, slamming her back down on the bed when she tried to kick and get up. He crawled over top of her and palmed himself through his jeans. "Lyla, we're going to have a lot of fun together." He smiled as he leaned down and kissed over her neck.

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Claudia frowned, trying to yank her hands free from the cuffs, as if it was just some joke, and they weren't real. "Let me go!" She cried, trying to struggle, but it was almost impossible. The chains were so tight, there was no slack for her to move hardly at all. "Matt, please." She begged him, looking into his face.