The Kidnapping of a Harpy - Beach House - Griselda/Estaban

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The warm hand that came up found his jaw. With a bruising pressure against the muscles of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. There was still no sound other than the movement of his captor(s), a long tube already snaking its way into his mouth and down his throat.

The hand against his jaw was steady, and firm. Strong enough that there was very little he could do to stop it from holding his mouth open, to be honest. Warmth filled his throat as blood began to pass through the tube and into him. Yes, he was being force-fed blood of some sort, by very silent captors.

The heals brought an attentiveness to his senses as he paid attention to whatever was going on. suddenly some kind of tube went down his throat. As soon as he felt it, his fangs popped and his jaws snapped. Let them break his jaw. He was going to cut that hose. His fangs were sharper than medical scissors and his jaw alot strong,. With the increased reach of his fangs he didn't even need to get much movement on his jaw.

He might not get away but he would fight in every way he could.

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Even as his fangs tore a hole through the tubing, some of the blood made it down anyway. The rest of it filled his mouth. And the fear and horror struck.

That was, without a doubt, Kindred vitae that was being forced down his throat.

The advantage to not having to breathe is it is easier to spit.. and spit he did. The blood going out toward all those forward and up, hoping to catch whoever held his face off balance, not mention make it easier for his jaw to slip out of the hand.

What he hoped they wouldnt notice is that more blood came out that came in. As he finished spitting at the people he twisted to get others wet with blood and tried to spit at the chain going from his manacles and up. He used the secret taught him by Raidah and hoped the acidic blood would damage the chains enough so when h was alone later he could escape.

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The response to his efforts was several voices, raised in laughter. It sounded amused rather than mocking, though, so that was, at least, something. But they were undeterred.

Thankfully, though, it didn't take too much longer for the tubing to begin that blessed slide back out of his throat. It was a steady pull, carefully done so as to not hurt him. Then five sets of hands were on him again.

He could feel that they wore rubber gloves. Feel, too, that they each held something extremely cold in their hands. Heard the sound of tearing cloth as five sets of steady, careful hands began to literally cut away at his clothing, something smaller and much more sharp than a knife being used in their hands. One was held, pressed, against the flesh of his stomach. The ice-cold metal wasn't hard to identify in shape, at least. A surgical scalpel, no doubt letting him identify the tool being used so that he would not do something foolish and actually harm himself with his struggles.

This was a very well trained group and they knew exactly what they were doing. He held still while the scalpels took his clothing from his body. He had no doubt he could feel their bite soon. But better to not make an empty and unnecessary cut against his flesh.

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Bit by bit, his clothing fell away. Oh, yes, this group knew full well what they were doing. Those same hands, wrapped in latex gloves, brought something very warm up to his face. His face and his body alike, something soft that dripped, and yet retained heat. It was a cleanup of a sort - a sponge bath.

Then his arms were lowered, his feet unchained from the floor, though the shackles were nowhere near removed from his body.

He was once again lifted, though in a cradle this time, and carried what was probably about six steps, he judged. Once again he was lowered, though this time onto his stomach. Four pairs of hands were on him this time, laying him flat, tugging his feet apart though he was still chained and shackled. Stretching his arms above his head once more, though at least this time, he was lying down.

The fifth set of hands, the more feminine of them all, slipped something soft and cool under his head. A pillow.

Three more were added beneath him, under his belly. A soft resting place for him to lie down, though his hips were pressed into the air by those same strong, purposeful hands. And through it all, his captors remained both calm and silent.

He was a little shocked at the sponge bath. He had been expecting electrodes and questions. But then...something about the demeanor of this who situation bothered him greatly.

They were professional but also..polite? Sort of. And the way he was carried.. He had no doubt any attempt to escape was being watched for and while he might be able to damage the one carrying him but it would get him nowhere.

He wasn't taken far and he did not miss the position. On his stomach, on something soft with pillows under his head and stomach, hips in the air. Hands above him and legs spread.

He had been in the position, chained before. But never kidnapped first.. well.. usually not kidnapped first.

"I usually prefer my invitation engraved rather than with hoods. Am I allowed to know who is doing this? I would ask what is going on but it seems to be rather obvious."

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The deep laughter came again. Amused rather than mocking, though there were now five sets of hands against him, gently massaging him. As if they wanted him to relax, though they had just shoved quite a bit of Kindred vitae down his throat.

"You may have one phone call. Three minutes. Who would you like me to call for you?" came the rough voice again. Harsh, but not cruel.

He listened, trying to make out the voice. Not belonging to the woman in heals. That voice spoke of someone more masculine. Or who had suffered damage to their throat.

"Who is an interesting question. May I say whatever I wish on the phone call?"

This all felt like a bad movie. Or a good BDSM porn.

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Possibly both, really. The hands were on him again, gently pressing and kneading his muscles.

"You may. The only restriction is that it will only last for three minutes."

Interesting method of securing a prisoner.

"Before the call, can I know what this is all about, so I can decide if this is a don't worry call or a help I am being held prisoner call?"

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There was that rich, amused laugh again.

"That, I am afraid, I cannot tell you. Suffice to say that what is said during your phone call will likely determine how you are treated from here on out, and who it is that you choose to call."

He thought for a moment.

"Could you at least tell me who you are? considering I didnt even get flowers before this meeting?"

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The laugh came again, though this time, it sounded less amused and a bit more annoyed.

"You may call me Simon."

"Thank you Simon. Would you please call this number?"

He rattled off the private number of Ra'idah.

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There was a series of beeping sounds as the buttons were pressed. Still blinded by the bag, he could at least tell that the black-gloved hand was holding a telephone to his ear.

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The phone was answered on the second ring.

"Tahan."

"Mi Amor. Good to hear your voice. How is your evening?"

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Phone: "Busy. What's up?"

"Oh, well then I won't hold you for long. I met someone I need to talk to. I might be busy for a little while. Do not worry if I don't come home tonight. I know I promised to talk about the party tonight, but it will have to wait."

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Phone: "Wait. What?"

"I know you are disappointed, but this is a matter of importance. White hot. I promise to get home as soon as possible."

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Phone: "Estaban? What's wrong?" She sounded alert, and concerned. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed. This was not going well and he was going to pay for it.

"You are terrible at picking up subtle clues, my love. Oh well. It appears someone has decided to detain me. My three minutes are about up. Hopefully I will see you when they release me."

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