Wrong Turn. (Closed)

[choklatekoneko]

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Lana thought to herself, the train ride causing her to rock back and forth, leaving a nauseous feeling permanently in her stomach. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't know what she was doing anymore, or the fact that he could figure out where she was at any moment. Maybe a mixture of both.

"The train will be stopping at your final destination in approximately 5 minutes. Please gather your belongings, and thank you for riding with us."

She sighed softly, grabbed her backpack from the nearby seat, her purse, and tried to keep to herself. It didn't help that there weren't many people on the bus--just a couple of guys that seemed to be giving her weird glances, and a lady who was quoting random Shakespeare. She had heard the stories,but she didn't know it would be like this.


She closed her eyes, thinking to 3 weeks ago, where she had anything she wanted. Clothes? He gave her a ride to the mall, and a grand to spend as she chose. New Dance Books? He instantly took her to the nearest dance store. A ride and a night out? He had a couple of his friends secure a club, completely with VIP. It wasn't something she was used to-being a 19 year girl, out of a community college, barely making ends meet? She questioned it, sure, but all he had to do was talk in that baritone and it made all her worries go away. She asked about his job, got a few answers, vague, and gave no information. Nobody would tell her either. That made her question the relationship they had had for 7 months. It was hard to deal with--him coming home late, why he always changed his cell phone number, the constant flow of girls that hated her because of her status. She didn't understand it, and Rod never gave her a reason to understand.

"Rod. Rod. I'm talking to you!"

"What?? What Lana, damn you see me on the phone??" He yelled at her, his eyes red from the days earlier events.

Lana sighed, crossing her arms over her 36C breasts. She rolled her eyes, doing something daring, crossing over to the phone cord, where it was plugged in and snatched it out of the outlet, her anger starting to get the best of her. She promised herself she would be calm when he got home, and would calmly ask, but this was way too big to be calm about, and the fact that he lied about it so long wouldn't have helped.

"What the hell...Hello?" He glanced at her a moment, his eyes growing dark. He stood up, walking quickly towards her. They were in the office, and she had snooped every bit of it, making sure to leave it spotless of her before he got back. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Lana? Have you lost your mind?!"

She backed up a bit, but did cower, trying to keep her ground. She was trembling now, feeling blood rush to her skin, even though her darkness made it not visible. She revealed the bag of kush she had out of her back pocket. "You liar. Why you didn't tell you sold, Rod?" She yelled, surprised at how angry she was. She threw it down, not wanting to be in contact with it. He laughed at her, chuckling, sending her almost leaping towards him, he stopped her hands easily, his muscles rippling slightly.

"I don't sell, Lana."

"Yes you do. Don't fucking lie to me.I'm leaving you." She said quietly, her black eyes saying it all.
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She sighed, hating to relive a memory, as the train came to a slow stop. She immediately got off, the chill of the air causing her to pull her jacket closer to her. She wiped the few tears she had away, and straightened her Pants out. They were comfy jogging pants, something she knew she wouldn't mind wearing on the train. She stood for a moment, glancing around. The usuals seemed to be there, giving her weird looks. Was being out of town that obvious? She was close to NY, though she didn't know how close. Sleeping here wasn't a major possibility with the weirdos, but she would have to morning to get a ticket. She had no other choice.

She pulled her corkscrewed hair into a high pony, trying to stay away from anyone suspicious, and sat on the bench farthest away. The closet she got to her dreams, the better.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had been feeling that need again. It kept growing, stronger, and no matter what he did, he wasn't able to find anything that quite fulfilled it. All he could do was scratch at the itch, but the relief was only ever temporary, and it started to itch again immediately afterward. This need was with him all the time now, even at work, and he just had to ignore the feelings like a buzz in the back of his brain until he could get a fix. He even could not resort to that too often because it seemed like anything that he did to aid it only caused his appetite to grow further. It was like a drug that he’d become chemically addicted to, and every further dose only served to alter his brain chemistry further, making him more dependent.

He knew something was quite wrong with him. It had killed his relationship with Mary, and it was the reason he still lived alone. He had to keep it to himself, no one seemed to understand this festering sore in him. There were very things he could to combat in this shithole town. It was that which forced him to live alone, which kept him isolated from his neighbors. People here just didn’t feel the way that he did, and for that reason he’d made sure his basement was sufficiently soundproofed, such that his neighbors couldn’t hear what went on down there.

Eli's drug was women. Specifically, hurting them, making them scream. He liked them to cry, and beg, and squeal, and swear at him. He liked the sound their flesh made when he slapped it just right, and their protests as he tightened down clamps on their bulging nipples, and the redness in their eyes that came from crying. Most of all, he liked the power it gave him when he did it. Much better if they shouted “No,” even as they were cumming for him, bodies heedless of their protests. Unfortunately, he didn't have a lot of safe outlets for this desire. Freeson was just a fairly small city in Ohio-there was no community of others with his tastes to reach out to. It wasn't like there was a bar he could go to where he'd find interested women. Oh, he'd found a woman or two online, once, but he honestly felt too nervous about that, and it still required making plans long-term, going out of his way. When he needed a fix...he needed it now.

Fuck it. He wasn’t even pretending to watch the damn TV anymore. He had no idea what was going on in this shitty program. With a violent stab at the power button, he turned the offensive device off. He had one fix in this god-forsaken shithole. Whores. Cheap whores. The women who turned tricks, down by the train station, they knew him. It was the seediest area in town. They did not like him, but they were desperate, and if paid well enough and in advance, they’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. And they made sure their friends knew where they were going whenever they went with him. Before he even realized it, Eli had slid into his car, starting up the engine.

As he drove past the train station, though, he didn't see anyone out there working the corner. There were almost always women trying to make a living out there at night. Had he come a bit later than usual, and they’d all been employed for the evening? He glanced at the clock on his radio. It was late, but it did not seem that late. Eli could barely restrain a soft growl-after having made the decision to come out here, he could barely stand to wait any longer. He had to get his fix tonight. HAD to. With a sigh, he decided that the only possibility was that perhaps one of the girls had ducked inside, since it was cold. He grimaced at the thought of actually going in there after dark, but his frustration would not let give up for the night.

He quickly parked, made extra sure that his doors were locked, and then walked inside. He glanced around, hoping to see one of the regular girls huddled near the doorway for warmth, but he had no such luck. This place could get somewhat frightful after night-over there was a man who was very clearly muttering softly to himself as he leaned against the wall, dressed in a filthy old coat with a hooded sweatshirt beneath. Eli grimaced. There were no prospects here. But then, he noticed a young girl, alone, very obviously trying to keep her distance from the local flavor. She was a stranger-almost certainly an out-of-towner. She seemed to carefully counting her change at that moment, and debating actually sleeping here.

That gave Eli a wicked plan. He did his best too look confused for a second, walking around, and then he stopped next to the girl. A pretty little thing he noticed-and one that likely wouldn’t be missed for a while. He then pretend to be frustrated, pacing for a few seconds, looking around nervously, and then he dropped onto a bench next to the girl. He glanced at her, then glanced away, then gave her a quick smile and then spoke up. “Have you seen a man here, taller than me, bleach blond hair, with a goatee? I was supposed to pick up a friend, here.” He did his best to smile nervously while looking around.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She counted quietly to herself. The...locals were giving her weird looks. She didn't even know what town she was in, but it immediately gave her a weird, unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach that she shouldn't be here.

And go where? There wasn't anywhere to go. And with her money running dangerously low, she definitely couldn't afford a hotel, considering she needed the money to continue moving towards New York. How far she was, she didn't really know. She was hoping close enough she could get there in another day or two, and that's if she barely ate anything. It was causing havoc on her metabolism, and she knew she would have to work twice as hard to get back into shape for auditions in New York. She had dance companies to see.

She cuddled herself for a moment before counting her change, her mind swirling with all the possible things that could happen while she was sleeping.


She saw a shadow on the ground, and glanced up, looking up to see a man, quite handsome, she should say so herself, looking around as if he was looking for someone. He paced, finally sitting down next to her-she quietly allowed him some room, as she tried to concentrate. She glimpsed up at him, as he gave a small smile, making her feel like the place wasn't totally full of weirdos.

“Have you seen a man here, taller than me, bleach blond hair, with a goatee? I was supposed to pick up a friend, here.”

She stared at him for a moment, as he looked around once again for his friend. Finally out of her daze she shook her head softly.

"No, I'm sorry. I just got here. I didn't see anyone on the train looking like that. When was he supposed to get here?" She spoke softly, proper, a niceness to her voice that could trick anyone, even though she wouldn't do that anyway. She swallowed softly, glancing at him once again before looking down at her change.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The girl looked a little confused at first, just staring, seemingly surprised at having a stranger speak to her. Eli studied her for a moment. She was dressed casually enough, but not quite warm enough for how the weather was. Pretty, definitely-slender, and clean. Some poor drifter on her way somewhere else, he guessed. Would there be someone waiting for her? Something he would need to find out before he took her, he decided. Proceed with caution, he told himself. And somehow, even though the urges had threatened to drown him earlier, he found he some element of control now that things had begun. Seemingly, just having a plan and making a start was enough for him.

"No, I'm sorry. I just got here. I didn't see anyone on the train looking like that. When was he supposed to get here?"

He tried to look a little disconcerted as he answered, shaking his head. "He was supposed to be here two hours ago, but he called to tell me he missed his train. I was thinking he might catch the next one." Eli bit his lip, inwardly congratulating himself on managing to appear so self conscious, as if he could. "Are you sure you didn't see anyone looking like that on the train? It would be terrible if I left him stranded here for the night. You know, as bad as this place is."

As she shook her head no, Eli sighed regretfully. He gave her a wan smile, and then appeared as though he was about to stand up, before he settled back into his seat. "I guess I should wait here for a bit, just...just to be sure. He might be, I don't know, in the bathroom maybe." He sat quietly for a moment before looking back at her for another second. He liked her lips, they were soft, and full-he was just imagining them being wrapped around his cock as he grunted out a protest. Yes, he thought he had a sufficient set-up in his basement to keep this one. He'd need to grab a few more things later, but...good enough.

He gave her another smile, wondering what she was thinking. She was scared, he suspected, and Eli felt like he was safely the least-scary looking person there. "Sorry, uh, my name is Eli. Do you have someone coming to pick you up? He affected concern, knowing that the answer was no. Time to start laying the trap.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She sighed once more, wondering if maybe she has saw a guy on the train that looked similar and she just didn't remember. She was so caught up in her own world anyway. Maybe he was really important to him.

"He was supposed to be here two hours ago, but he called to tell me he missed his train. I was thinking he might catch the next one."

He looked nervous. She felt a little sympathy for him, and looked quietly. He seemed shy, in a cute kind of way, not used to being so open with someone. She decided to be nice—he seemed innocent, not bad or anything. Maybe he could even offer her a place to stay.

"Are you sure you didn't see anyone looking like that on the train? It would be terrible if I left him stranded here for the night. You know, as bad as this place is."

She stared for a moment, listening to his words, and then shook her head softly. How bad of a place was it? She hoped not too bad, she actually was considering staying here, at least until she was able to get a new train ticket. He almost stood, but sat back down.

"I guess I should wait here for a bit, just...just to be sure. He might be, I don't know, in the bathroom maybe."

She smiled softly at him, sweetly, before looking down and counting her change once more. She didn’t have nearly enough to travel comfortably; hell she barely had enough to scrape by. She knew she needed a new means of getting money; she’d just have to figure out what.

She looked around out of the corner of her eye, glancing at the people—he seemed to be the most normal, least creepy looking person around. She figured he was the safest to talk to, even though she didn’t know what the hell she was doing.

"Sorry, uh, my name is Eli. Do you have someone coming to pick you up?”
She smiled shyly at him, gnawing on her bottom lip for a moment. “No…not really. My name’s Lana.” She extended her hand out gently, shivering slightly from the cold. “Nice to meet you.”

She pulled her hand away after a moment, blushing softly. “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Eli was studying her carefully, but doing his best to conceal his means of doing it. She was nervous enough, being here alone. She was shivering from more than just the chill in the air, he reasoned, despite the fact that she wasn't dressed warmly enough. It was warmer inside the station, yes, but the chill from the outside did manage to seep inside to the doors. He fidgeted in his seat, making sure to pan his head around left and right, noticing her counting her change in her peripheral vision. She must be really tight on cash, too. Well, it made sense for a girl as young as her, who he was suspected was planning on sleeping in a train station. Some poor bitch runaway, it was.

As he looked around, he made note of who was there. As he'd noticed earlier, the usual crazies. There weren't a ton of homeless in this town, but those who were generally gravitated here at night. There was another middle-aged woman, huddling in the hallway for the heat, peeling off her ragged gloves. The attendant had locked up his ticket office and there weren't any other staff lingering around. And, most importantly, nobody was really paying attention to him talking to this lovely little girl next to him. The last thing he needed was for one of the regular whores to come back and spot him, since they might recognize him.

As she reached out her hand to him, he gripped in his, feeling her skin. Her hands were quite soft, and much smaller than his own. He guessed from her soft hands that she couldn't really have been on the road that long-no chafing, and no blisters as though she'd been doing hard work. No cuts or scrapes, either, to indicate that she'd had to fight someone off. So he had to wonder exactly what she was running away from? It was possible she was rich bitch whose father had cut her off and she felt like proving her ability to survive without him. Maybe.

“I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

Was she blushing? He couldn't quite tell, but it seemed that way to Eli. He wished he knew how to make himself blush, at least a little. It would be a charming way to ingratiate himself before he sprung the trap, he thought. But he just nodded, slightly regretfully, while smiling at her. "It's, uh, it's nice to meet you Lana." And then he tried to avert his eyes in a way that seemed shy, sitting for a while. His hand fell down on the armrest between them for a second. He started tapping his foot as he went back to looking around.

Just then, the man who had been quietly muttering to himself against the wall in the corner began yelling, loudly. Eli didn't have to fake his tensing as he glanced at the man, and it took several seconds for him to grow quiet again. This was the opening he needed. Eli stood, trying to act somewhat protective of Lana, and then gave a purposeful look around. There weren't many people here, and he felt like he'd faked waiting on his friend for long enough at this point. He turned to look down at Lana.

"Well, as I said, this place isn't great at night time." He remained standing and nodded down at her. "So you don't have anyone waiting on you-perhaps you'd like to just go get some coffee? It's cold enough." He glanced down at the small pile of change in her lap. "And it's on me, so don't worry." He let his eyes focus on her lips, watching them for a second as he waited, before averting his eyes again. Inwardly, he had to grin-all he needed to do was to lure the girl into his car....