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Date Posted: 02.27
Author: Gia
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Justin 's message, "...." on 02.27

(She couldn't say what it was that had her dressing and following this strange and very masculine person through the dark corridors of the abandoned building, but she had a feeling it was the quiet strength and the fact that he could have hurt her at any time and yet he had chosen to hand her her clothes and had in fact tried to communicate with Skeeter. She just hoped that Skeeter had gotten the call and located her by GPS.. though it ached inside her to think that he might have been listening while they hurt her. Her entire body was aching from their manipulations and the only thing keeping her moving now was the occasional prod to her back by the tall Scot and the pure adreneline running through her at the thought of escaping. She looked over her shoulder to find a pair of steel gray eyes scowling at her and cleared her throat, looking forward again and sighing.. she wanted to get out of her.. she should have listened to Skeeter... God how she wanted to get back to him. She yelped when the tall man's hand closed around her arm, jumpy from all the grabbing that had been going on all day.) What? (She hissed when he didn't move or speak, but was cut off from dragging her arm back when he suddenly pushed her against the wall and covered her with his broad body, shielding her in the darkness from view as a couple of men jogged down the hallway past them. Thanking the lord for her miniscule height, she tapped his back to remind him that he was suffocating her and sucked in air when he moved, glaring at him. She called him a naughty word in Italian and when he laughed richly, she cocked a brow at him - knowing he was merely laughing at her tone and expression, and socked his arm - wincing at the pain in her arm and then storming off down the hallway away from him in pure indignation. The Scot rolled his eyes, muttered something about her being a graineag and followed her. Unfortunately, he was unable to grab her this time, when the men came around the corner and she walked into them, not familiar enough with her surroundings to know the darkened area was a corridor. She mewled as arms moved around her, and the damned liquid knocked her out again.) (He straightened to his full 6'6" height and used the intimidating power of his size and strength to get the attention of the two men who had grabbed her. Being the only woman in the building, the wee agent had been a quick and immediate target to the two guards.. and now the lassie was out cold again.. though at least he wouldn't have to put up with her scrapping with him every three feet.) That one's mine, lads. (He said in Gaelic, glad that one of the two men spoke it so that the words got spread between the two of them and suddenly one of the men shoved the agent into his arms.) Ye'll have to get yer own filly. (He said with an indulgent smirk and a wink, sharing in a knowing chuckle with the men, who were used to their boss bringing in women solely for the sake of torturing and raping them.. it was common knowledge to the scum who worked for him that he got his way through intimidation and torture. Scooping the woman up in his arms, he marveled at the lack of weight and shook his head a bit, carrying her off down the hall towards the back side of the building.. his SUV was parked out there and once he got her safely inside they would both be scott free. The only problem was that he was forced to duck into a munitions room with the lassie when a group of guards moved down the hall and effectively blocked his exit route.. they were stuck and shit out of luck now.. no way back and no way forward. And the girl was too injured, weak and knocked out to be going through the vents as of yet.. all he could do was hope the agent had gotten through to her friends and that by the time they got there the girl would be awake enough to tell them the truth and save his sorry hide..)

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