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[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?]

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[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...]

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[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.

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

Where is everyone?

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[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...]

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[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~!

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[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.]

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

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

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

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Rebecca-! Rebecca, what's happened?

Where are you?!

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[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.

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[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!

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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.]

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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!

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I'm not affiliated with anyone you would know.

What I want, put simply...

is you.

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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?

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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.]

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Wait-!

[Donnie then heard the dial tone. He froze in place, his eyes wavered in fear. Before he slowly dropped the phone in horror, his friend was in danger, because of him.

... Why does this keep happening...]

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[Pocketing the phone, she finally releases Rebecca's face, smirking.]

Well, Rebecca, looks like your boyfriend is on his way.

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[Giving out a gasp as she tries to catch her breath. Still looking away.]

He's not-He's-He's just a friend, that's all.

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Technicalities.

[She fiddles idly with the roll of duct tape she found earlier.] Whatever he is, you'd better hope he follows my instructions exactly. I'd hate to off such a pretty young thing as you. Especially if I don't get my target.

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Why do you want him so bad?

What has he done that he's your... your "target"?

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I happen to know a few people who aren't too happy with some of the things he's done in his life.

Me, I don't care either way. A job's a job. They send me the face, I get it. Dead or alive.

He's just lucky that this particular case is the latter. They like their enemies fresh.

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[What... Kinda things has Donnie done to make people angry? Well-Besides make terrible movies, but surely it can't be just that.

Then at the dead or alive comment she glared. Her body jolted in the struggle to confront her. Making the silence in the room much more stronger, as she gave a piercing stare to Judas. As if to say that he'd better stay alive or else.]

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