Saria's been grumpy. Let's cheer her up with kidnapping plots.

[ironxtraitor]

Kidnapped by Judas Liz Meme

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Kidnapping, bondage, violence, possibly blood or even death. Also there will be no sex in this musebox ever, so don't even try.

Comment with your character's name and canon. Your character has been kidnapped by Judas Liz. What does she want with you? Maybe Lord Vyce has plans for you. Maybe she's dropping you off with someone else to pay the bills. Maybe you have something she wants. Or maybe she's just saving your tasty soul for later. Feel free to come up with a scenario and comment with it, else I'll try to come up with something.

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[ironxtraitor]

This will be easier on you if you stop struggling.

[She doesn't have a whole lot to work with, but she sees a scarf hanging off the back of the couch which she snatches up, pulling Rebecca's arms behind her back and using the scarf to tie the girl's hands. It's not as rough or sturdy as rope, but that doesn't mean it's not tight.]

[dontgivecaffeine]

Not-On your life-!

[Giving out another cry as she was caught again, her arms wrapped by the scarf.]

[ironxtraitor]

Don't think I won't kill you, little girl.

[Shoves her roughly as she stands up, looking for something to tie her feet.]

[dontgivecaffeine]

[As she was shoved she glared up at her.]

What do you want anyway?!

Who are you? Why are you doing this?!

[ironxtraitor]

Look, sweetie, this is way over your head. You don't need to know my name and what I'm after isn't your business. I don't know why you showed up but if you hadn't you wouldn't be in this mess.

[She finds some bungee cord and a roll of duct tape around the studio room and returns to her side on the couch.]

[dontgivecaffeine]

[Rebecca didn't like being called "sweetie" but that wasn't what was important right now. She looked around as she realized something.]

This is about Donnie isn't it?

You were in his room-What do you want from him?

[ironxtraitor]

Just some matters of old business. A past life, if you will.

[She's clearly getting irritated though, starting to tie Rebecca's legs with the bungee cord.]

[dontgivecaffeine]

His past life...?

[What else is there that she doesn't know about Donnie, I mean she found out about what happened during his childhood but-Rebecca started to struggle again.]

You know what-Whatever it is that happened in his "past life"-Leave him alone! He's my friend!

[ironxtraitor]

[Judas frowns at the struggle, pulling her feet together roughly and tying the cords a little tighter.]

Sorry my dear... [Finishing the last knot securing her ankles, she gives the loose end of the cord a sharp tug, pulling Rebecca's feet back] In my line of work, leaving someone alone just because of the pleas of a little brat who stuck her nose in where it doesn't belong is frowned upon.

[Slips the cord through the scarf binding Rebecca's wrists and pulls it taut, effectively hogtying her. See what happens when you put up a fight?]

[dontgivecaffeine]

[Rebecca was pulled back up, but she continued to glare at Judas. She gave a struggled yelp as Judas hogtyed her. A bit of tears came to her eyes as she bit her bottom lip, trying not to show signs of weakness. Looking away from Judas when she realized it was useless.

Tacoma... Donnie... Quinn... Carl-Someone! Help me...]

[ironxtraitor]

[Satisfied with her work and seeing the girl starting to settle down, Judas stands and goes into the other room for a moment. After a little more rummaging, she returns with Rebecca's cell phone that was dropped in the other room.]

Really, you can't rely on technology these days. Looks like you were the only one who didn't get my message.

[dontgivecaffeine]

[Rebecca glared up at her in reply. But took in a breath.]

Where is everyone?

[ironxtraitor]

[She sits next to her captive and flips through the contacts casually.]

I send them all a text that there was a meeting at the local Waffle House. They really should learn to check the number.

They're probably wondering what this is all about by now. Let's check up on them, shall we?

[Presses talk, then puts the phone on speaker. Riiiiing, riiiing...]

[apatchofblue]

[Donnie was already having brunch with the other guys who simply thought Rebecca was late. While they were talking among themselves about different idea for the next movie. His phone began to ring, looking at the caller ID.]

Oh hey it's Rebecca! 'Bout time-Probably caught in traffic or somethin'

[Clicking his phone open.]

'Yello~!

[ironxtraitor]

[Smirks wickedly as he answers, responding in what couldn't possibly be a smarmier voice.]

Hello mister DuPre. Did you forget something at the studio?

[Here Rebecca, say hello to your coworker.]

1/3

[apatchofblue]

[Donnie's eyes open wide, his mouth went dry. No...

No he thought he got rid of the S.W.A.G guys!]

2/3

[dontgivecaffeine]

Donnie-!! She-She's got me captured I-I don't know what she wants but-!

3/3

[apatchofblue]

Rebecca-! Rebecca, what's happened?

Where are you?!

[ironxtraitor]

[Okay that's enough to make her point. She snatches the phone away, covering Rebecca's mouth as she speaks again.]

Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her. For the moment.

[apatchofblue]

[Donnie clenched his fist as he held the phone close to him. His voice lowering in a more threatening tone.]

You...

Whoever you are-You better let Rebecca go!

[ironxtraitor]

Oh now see...that's entirely up to your actions, mister Dupre.

[She crosses her legs casually, talking about this like it's just another day at the office, still holding Rebecca's mouth.]

[apatchofblue]

The hell do you mean? What do you want?

Are you one of those S.W.A.G assholes? I thought I got rid of you guys!

[ironxtraitor]

I'm not affiliated with anyone you would know.

What I want, put simply...

is you.

[apatchofblue]

You're not-?

[Donnie froze, trying to think why she would be doing this. Then he blinked then rubbed his forehead.]

Oh fuck me...

You're one of those crazy fans aren't you?

[ironxtraitor]

Look, we're just wasting my time and your friend's life.

Tell your crew to go home and come to your studio. Come alone and unarmed. We'll discuss matters further then.

And if you or anyone else even thinks of calling the police, they'll only arrive to see me slit her throat.

[Click.]