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

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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Harvey stepped out of the bar's back door, huddling a little closer into his suit jacket as the cold Minnesota air hit him. It wasn't winter yet, but it was already gettin' too cold for his tastes. Shaking his head, he hurried down the stairs, turning down the alley to head towards where he'd left the car.

"Next time, I'm gettin' Phil to tell me how far the parkin' lot is before we book it..."

He probably should get Phil to book in less sketchy area next time, too. The streets are dark, wet and littered, and most of the sounds nearby...are not the kind that one wants to hear where they're walking.

Judas's job relies on stealth, and she's made a pretty good living out of making herself inconspicuous in the dark. She waits until he's just barely stepped past her before making her attack.

Harvey will suddenly find himself with a thick bag over his head and someone grabbing at his arms.

Harvey doesn't much mind sketchy areas. Looking back, he's pretty sure he grew up in one.

Being bagged and grabbed is definitely new, however; with a muffled shout, he tries to wrench his arms out of his assailant's grasp. He knows better than to expect anyone to come help him in a neighborhood like this - this one's all on him.

His attacker is definitely smaller and not as strong as he is, he can tell they're struggling to hold onto him as he thrashes. They pull him backwards to their best efforts, trying to pin his arms behind him.

Well, jumpin' a guy bigger than them in a back alley wasn't the best idea - even if the bag DID speak of something a little more deliberate than your average mugging. Harvey jerks an elbow back towards where he judges the attacker to be, still trying to pull the other arm away.

There's a grunt as his elbow collides with their stomach - it sounds like a woman's voice. Her grip falters a moment with the hit, but it's only enough to let him get one arm loose before she grabs him by the back of the head and shoves him forward into something solid that makes a resonating clang against his skull.

Harvey notes the tone of voice, but it doesn't make any difference to him; he doesn't halt his struggles until she slams his head forward. Pain rips through his skull in a flash of white, and though he makes one last token attempt to free himself, his knees give way beneath him even before he finally blacks out.

It's a long journey wherever she's taking him, but he's out like a light the whole time. He'll wake up a few hours later to the faint sound of rain, but he won't see much except for faint hues of light; the sack is still over his head and it's getting hot in there. His hands and feet are bound with a tight, sharp wire, and there are footsteps approaching as he stirs.

Harvey's immediately aware of the wire, the sharp slicing into his wrist jolting him out of the daze he awoke in. The fact that he's conscious enough to worry about being concussed is a good sign that he's not, right? Heedless of the pain now, he twists his hands and feet again, feeling to see how much give his bonds might have.

Looks like it's not much at all.

The air is hot and heavy in the sack, and he was already struggling to breathe even before the direness of the situation started to hit him. Now, he tries to calm himself, evening out his breathing. He's a singer, where would he be if he couldn't at least do THAT?

Someone's coming, but he lies still anyway. Maybe if they think he's still out, they'll leave.

Not likely. The steps come closer, slowing just in front of him and giving him a harsh nudge in the chest with a leather boot, pushing him onto his back before a hand grasps the bag and finally pulls it away.

Judas's smirk fades the second she sees him, frowning as it something is wrong.

Harvey flinches, squinting against the sudden light, but after a second he's able to make out Judas's face and the expression quickly turns into a glare. "You. You ain't dead yet?" God damn it, they'd actually thought she WAS, too!

"I have ways of surviving," She answers matter-of-factly, still clearly trying to figure out what happened here.

"Damn, I miscalculated."

"Yeah, like a cockroach," Harvey spat. He was still catching his breath after the sack, and he knew he wasn't gonna get anywhere if he tried moving anyway, so he just lay where he was for now. No sense makin' a fool of himself and wastin' all his energy flailin'.

That last comment just drew a suspicious glare. "The hell's THAT supposed to mean?"

"You weren't the one I was after," she answered simply, pacing slowly. Then after a moment she turned to look at him again, her smirk returning.

"But perhaps I can take advantage of this setback."

"I wasn't the one you were - " Harvey stopped, realization hitting. "You thought I was Linkara, didn't you?"

He snorted, quickly turning into a rather rough chuckle. "The kid, walkin' outta a seedy bar at one-thirty in the mornin' in a tux! Even Insano can at least tell us apart." It'd be a lot funnier in hindsight, he was sure, but right now he just felt like mocking her.

Judas glared at his laugh, stepping toward him again and ending his mocking comment with a swift kick in the stomach.

"Shut up."

That done, she turned and walked toward a small table, where she picked up a phone and fiddled with it a while.

"Even so, that's one less person by the Champion's side. Maybe I can even get him and his sweetheart to come to me."

Harvey wheezed, blinking away reflexive tears of pain, and forced a smile. It'd take more than that to cow him. "Go ahead. Oughta be fun watchin' you get your ass kicked."

"Don't sound too certain," she said with a low glare.

Judas holds her phone up, taking a picture of Harvey trussed up on the floor. She counted on the champion to understand its meaning.

Harvey just glared up at her as she took the picture. God, now he was being used as bait for the kids. How idiotic, he should've been watchin' his back better.

He really was perfectly confident that they'd be able to handle Judas with little trouble, though, so he tried not to worry about it too much. She was no Lord Vyce. He didn't have anything else to say to her, either, so he didn't. It looked like he'd been out for at least a couple hours. Hopefully the kids weren't still asleep, or this could get unpleasant fast.

There's some fiddling with the phone, but after a while she smirks and puts it away. How did she even get Linkara's phone number? That's an unpleasant mystery.

She takes a seat on one of the smaller boxes around the warehouse, crossing her legs casually.

"And now we wait."

"Guess so."

He could taunt her more, but that would probably just result in the waiting being filled with torture. Harvey figures there's a fair chance of that happening anyway, so maybe he shouldn't encourage it any. Instead, he just shifts to avoid her gaze. What, did she think he wanted to talk to her?

Well she wasn't complaining about the silence at first. Several hours passed in which she merely paced the warehouse or sat in the corner sharpening her sword. She barely even looked his way except to ensure that he wasn't making any trouble.

But after a long time she came his way again, staring down at him.

"I must say, I expected a lot more resistance from you."

Harvey looked up at her, then rolled his eyes. He'd been sitting in stony silence as well, only pulling at his bonds a few times - getting loose wouldn't do him much good with her sittin' right there.

"Yeah, you get a lot of real fair fights by ambushin' people in alleys."

"You'd be surprised."

She strode over to Harvey, crouching and looking him over.

"It may still be a while before the Champion gets my message. What shall we do to pass the time, hmm?"

He returned her gaze, leaning his head away from her as much as he could. "I thought we were havin' fun here. It's been a real bondin' experience." Because he'd bound. Get it?

...fuck, he needs to quit hangin' out with Iron so much.

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