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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 12:03 pm
 Location: Warehouse/color] Company: Tommy?/color] Wearing: Wearing
Before she could react any further someone was pulling her by her hair out of the car, and saying something to her that she barely heard as her adrenaline from the crash was slowly catching her up to speed, and her senses recovered from the sudden crash. The sickening crunch from her wrist and the pain that issued forth brought Lyn quickly back to reality as she let out a howl of pain. Her blue eyes looked up to the big man whose foot was on her wrist before, he once again grabbed her hair, and pulled her body against his. As he clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her with him, Lyn reached up with one hand to tear his away from her mouth. While the other flayed behind her trying to find anything of purchase on the man to scratch, tear, or pinch at. As she sat struggling on the floor of the van this man had dragged her into, the man's hand only clamped down harder, pinching her nose as well causing Lyn to lose air and black out.
When she came to, her wrists were tied tightly together, bringing even more pain through to her broken wrist. It didn't help either that gravity was attempting to pull her body back to the ground that her toes were just barely able to touch. She shook her head and looked around the building she was now in. Lyn's blue eyes came to rest on the man who had grabbed her from the truck, "What do you want? Where have you brought me?"Lyn demanded of the man quite pissed someone had done this to her. Plus at this point she was attempting to put the pain coursing down her arms to good use.Lyn had no notion to let this man see her cry. How long would Dereck wait before he went looking for her? What would he think seeing the truck a wreck like it most likely was? Would these men tell him where she was? Or her cousins?
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 12:19 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy had been standing off to the side, keeping his eyes on Maralyn. He was watching and waiting for her to wake up. Her wrist was probably shattered, and she was hanging from it, yet she was not crying. She was not screaming. It only made Tommy wonder if she was asking for him to do more to her. If she was trying to taunt him. "Well, I am just following orders. Dylan actually wanted me to teach you a lesson..make you change your mind about who you want to associate yourself with." He reached down into his pocket, and pulled out her cellphone that was in her pocket, as well as a cigarette from his opposite pocket. "You think Dereck will come looking for you? Or eve try to contact you?" He raised an eyebrow at Maralyn, and lit the cigarette that he was holding between his lips. After taking a long drag, he pushed himself off of the wall and walked over to where she was hanging. His free hand trailed around her waist, letting his eyes look up and down her body. "Y'know, if Dylan hadn't laid claim to you...I'd like to see for myself if the hair on your head matches the hair.." His eyes drifted down to the place between her legs, before looking back up at her and letting out a deep, throaty laugh.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 12:27 pm
Orion was pleased to learn that it wasn't him. The baby didn't resemble a baby yet. Hopefully once the baby was a little more developed he would be able to see a baby. He had never gotten to see any ultrasound pictures from Isabelle. Her Mother had not been interested in including him.
He picked up the bag and peeked in. Cookies!!! Orion immediately went for the cookies once they were spotted. Apparently that was a trait the siblings shared. A fondness for sweets. He started to snack on the cookies. He was enjoying them until Grace told him about the Sheriff.
He threw down the cookies. No longer hungry, and now pissed off. He pushed away from the desk.
"Alex's death is not Club related. He is ******** barking up the wrong tree." He walked over to Grace.
"I will handle this baby." He said it calmly though inside he was livid. He would be confronting the Sheriff. If he proceeded to harass the women, he may just be the next body they fish out the river.
Orion excused himself. He stepped out in the hall and sent a text to Jasper.
'Good call. Sheriff stopped Grace, and frisked her. He is asking about Alex's death.'
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:24 pm
Location: Warehouse/color] Company: Tommy?/color] Wearing: Wearing Maralyn narrowed her eyes at the man as he started talking about who had ordered him to bring her here. Dylan. She should have guessed that. He then pulled out her cell phone out of his pocket, and a cigarette out of the other. He asked if she though Dereck would contact her, come looking for her. Part of her thought he would, longed to have him find her immediately. And yet part of her wished he didn't drag himself into this whole crazy mess.
As he moved closer to her, Lyn could smell the scent of smoke and tobacco. A shudder went through her body as he touched her waist, and she attempted to jerk it away to create a very small distance. However because she was hanging, she practically swung right back. At the movement it cause, she winced at the pain in her wrist. Yet as he kept talking and eyeing as he did with that laugh, and other shudder coursed through her body."So your just some son of a Bi*ch lackey then? You just follow orders like a good boy, and eat the scrapes they give you. You're not even worth Dereck's time if he came looking for me."Ok yea her mouth was probably going to get her in trouble. But if she could get him to lower her, she might have a chance. Or get him made enough he left she at least wouldn't have to be in the same room. But what would she do then?
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:27 pm
 Grace Marie Thompsonwearing 
Grace had a feeling that he little rendezvous with the Sheriff would not go over well with Orion. Especially since the man was already on hit hit list anyways after doing what he did to Cadence. If Grace had not just found out that she was pregnant, she wouldn't have had a problem kicking the Sheriff in between the legs and taking him down for touching her. But now, now she had a little life inside of her that she needed to keep safe. She needed to protect. Grace had wanted a baby for so long, and now that she had been blessed with one, she was not going to risk anything happening to it. When he approached her and let her know that he was going to take care of it, Grace nodded and kissed him quickly before he stepped out of his office. "I'm sorry, Orion. I hope I didn't ruin anything.." She followed him with her eyes as he stepped outside, and she rubbed her arm awkwardly. Despite how crazy her life was now, she wouldn't change it for anything. She finally found a man that respects her, and treats her good.
While he moved into the hallway, Grace followed after him. She did not want to be left alone in his office. She wrapped her arms around Orion for a moment, and kissed the side of his neck. It was at that moment that her phone rang, and when she answered it it was a cop on the other line telling her that her brother's truck was found abandoned, having been in a head on collision. Grace felt her face go white and she released Orion, grabbing her car keys. "I think Dereck is hurt...I gotta go.." She kissed him quickly before running out to her car, and getting into it to start the drive to Greensville. However, upon getting to the far side of Shadow Creek, she saw someone stopped on the side of the road having car troubles. Grace bit her lip, contemplating if she should stop or not, and upon seeing the guy that was standing there she decided to stop. He looked like someone from wealth, and like a very preppy person. Definitely not someone who was involved with any sort of MC or anything. Just an average person.
Grace pulled her car over to the side of the road, but not before sending a text to Orion, letting him know the license plate number of the car she was stopping to help. Just in case this guy turned out to be someone bad, he would have his license plate number and be able to look him up. Grabbing her gun, she slowly got out of her car, holding it behind her back as she approached the man. "Hi, you need some help? I know someone who can come and tow your car wherever you need to go..." She stayed pretty close to her car, keeping her gun in her hands behind her back. After the run-in with the Sheriff, she was not going to take any chances. Her phone was ringing now, and when she went to look at the messages she saw multiple messages from Dereck, stating that Maralyn was driving his truck. Asking Grace if she knew anything about her boyfriend, and to look out for someone named Dylan.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:35 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy clenched his jaw, and once he resumed his place in front of her, he shook his head while taking another puff of a cigarette. Did she really just talk to him like that? In the blink of an eye he backhanded her, and then grabbed her jaw to make her look at him. He was still smirking, though. Having been a very charismatic man he hardly ever stopped smiling. "Your mother ever teach you manners?" He shoved her face away and was pacing around the room, puffing along on his cigarette as he thought about what he was going to do to her. Sure, beating the s**t out of her would be fun, and also pretty mentally scarring. However, he needed to step it up. He needed to make sure that she knew that she belonged to them. He also wanted to see her pretty little mouth screaming in pain rather than back-talking him. Tommy flicked his cigarette away and walked over to a bench, where he rummaged through a black bag before returning to Lyn with a gag. "This should teach you to shut the hell up.." He shoved the gag into her mouth and tied it tightly around the back of her head. The next thing he grabbed looked like a stick, but on the end of the stick were three little peaks. At the push of a button it sparked, lighting up like a tazer would. A grin spread across his lips as he looked up at Maralyn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:41 pm
Dylan Fleishman The man on the side of the road had already stopped with some guys at the tattoo parlor. After turning the place upside down, he had left. But made sure to tell the guys to grab some of the guns that they had found. The depressing part was that was all that was there. And so before Dylan had stationed himself on the side of the road in distress, he had text Brenen telling the other man the bad news.
His brown eyes watched from behind his shades as the blonde pulled her car over and she slowly got out asking if he needed her to call someone. Dylan flashed the woman a smile, shoving away from his posistion of leaning against the truck. He started to walk towards her,"What's your name beautiful?" He asked all full of charm, as he continued to walk closer to her. He shook his head at her notion to call a tow. And as her phone started going off, he called for her attention again, getting close enough to grab her if she ran, "I think there's just something loose in the undercarriage. Would you mind helping me out by just shining a light down there?"
He moved a few steps closer, noting the hand she kept behind her back,"You got a few minutes to help me out, doll?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:43 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson
Dereck was completely and utterly going frantic. Not because his truck was totaled. No, that was something that could be easily replaced. But Maralyn, she had his truck. She was the one driving when it had gotten into the accident. However, when he arrived to the scene she was nowhere to be found. Her bag and things were still in the car, but her phone was missing. Dereck signed away his truck, and it was getting hauled away to the junkyard when he thought of Grace. She was his emergency contact, and had probably been called because of the truck being found without him in it. So, he immediately pulled out his phone and began to text her, letting her know that he was fine. He was not the one that was driving the truck, that it was Maralyn. Dereck also had a feeling that her ex boyfriend was involved in this. Dylan, was his name?
Dereck sent another text to Grace, warning her to keep her eyes out for a guy named Dylan. If they were trying to get to him then going after Maralyn and Grace would be the way to go. After those text messages were sent, Dereck hopped onto his bike and rode back to the club, rounding up his men. "Maralyn is missing, and my truck is totaled. Something happened. I want you all to go and search for her. I don't care if you end up in Shadow Creek, but yo are going to look for her. We will meet back here in one hour." Once his men took off on their bikes, Dereck tried calling Maralyn's phone, he called over and over and it went to voicemail every time. He grit his teeth together, and began to pace back and forth before deciding to drive to check her work, and then her house.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:50 pm
Grace Marie Thompsonwearing
Grace swallowed thickly, and placed her phone back into her purse. Her blue eyes watched the man as he shoved himself from his car, and slowly made his way towards her. She backed away from him a little, and leaned against the side of her car. "I'm Grace. You?" She looked past him for a second, glancing at his car before she shifted her eyes back to him. He was very handsome, not to mention the smile he had given her. Very charming. Grace ducked inside of her car, putting her gun back into her purse quickly before he could catch sight of her doing so. She wiped her palms on her dress, and reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "My brother was just in a car accident, so I can't stay long..." Grace glanced down at her phone again, which was receiving more messages from Dereck. If he was so panicked he could at least call her. Grace nodded her head, and held out her hand, motioning for Dylan to lead the way back to his car. "I don't have a flashlight, though.." She followed him to his car, keeping her own keys in her hand, letting them peek through from between her fingers, just in case he got handsy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:01 pm
Dylan Fleishman Dylan watched as she retreated to the side of her car and placed her bag, phone, and whatever else had been in her hand inside. He did his best to not let the smirk of satisfaction cross his features. He lead her over to his car saying, "Pretty name that is Grace. You can call me Fleish. Almost everyone back home does." He let her step around him and in front of him before he opened the passenger door, so that they were both on the side away from view of the road. With a wink he said, "No worries, there should be a light right in the glove compartment there, dear. Thanks for taking the time. I'm sure your worried about that troublesome brother of yours."
As Grace leaned into his car to get out the light, Dylan came around the door, grabbing a chunk of her blonde hair. He pulled her head back and whispered in her ear,"But it seems brother and your toy got you in trouble again, Gracie. They really shouldn't let a pretty little thing like you travel alone." As her hand with the key came flying up, it caught Dylan on the cheek. He grabbed her wrist roughly slamming it against the side of the truck, placing more pressure on the sides of her wrist to get her to drop the small thing. Then, with her wrist still in his hand, he moved it behind her back to move and grab her other hand.
Quickly he placed a zip tie on her wrists tightly. His body leaned against her's, pushing her against the passenger seat, as he whispered in her ear again,'"Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut, or I'll give you your present early." He yanked her away from the side of the truck to open the second door to the cab and roughly lifted her inside and placed her on the bench seat there. With a wide smirk he shut both doors and walked around the truck. Checking to make sure no one on the road was curious about the two stopped cars before he hopped in and began to drive back to the warehouse. On the way he waved to some bikers in Reaper cuts as they passed on the road.
When they pulled up to the warehouse, Dylan grabbed Grace out of the truck. Slapping her across the face as she opened her mouth to scream he guessed. "Remember, good girls don't make a noise. He told her as he half dragged her into the warehouse. Leading her form to a room, he shoved her small form into a metal chair. He grabbed the zip-tie that held her hands and with a clip attached it to the chains that were connected to the floor. "You can thank those boys in your life for this sweet little torture baby. When you want it to end, all you gotta do is renounce them all." He then moved over to the wall where a spicket and hose were. The hose trailed up to the ceiling ending in a shower head over the chair. Dylan turned on the cold water and leaned against the wall.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:19 pm
Grace Marie Thompsonwearing
Grace was a bit hesitant to help this man. Mostly because he was acting a little too odd for being stuck on the side of the road. What struck her as even more odd was the fact that he gave her a nickname to call him by, rather than his first name. She swallowed thickly and nodded to him, offering a small smile before he opened the passenger side door, instructing her where his flashlight was. "Fleish...that's a different name.." When he mentioned he brother being troublesome, she cocked her eyebrow, and had opened her mouth to say something to him when he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up. He made another comment about her being in trouble again, and she immediately swung her hand around, knocking him on the cheek with the keys.
She yelped in pain when he slammed her wrist against the truck, and her blue eyes were glaring at him. "You are making a big, big mistake.." She growled, speaking to him through clenched teeth. Her hand dropped her keys, much to her dismay, and she was soon subdued with a zip-tie and her hands behind her back. When he pressed himself against her, she cringed, feeling his hot breath on her ear. She attempted to squirm away from him, but he was much too strong and already had her lifted into the truck and locked away in the backseat. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, mostly because she was a little panicked. "You're Dylan, I suppose. I should have known better then to stop and help you.." Her eyes looked out the windows, which were much too tinted to allow the passing Reapers any kind of view into the backseat.
Before she knew where they were at, they arrived to their destination. It was an old looking warehouse, abandoned, even. She glared at Dylan when he opened the passenger door and pulled her out. She had opened her mouth to yell for help, but he must have caught it because his hand firmly slapped against her, making her eyes water a little from the stinging pain. "Screw you..." She murmured in response to him. She found her heart starting to beat harder and harder as they walked deeper into the warehouse. It was only when she was strapped down to a chair that she looked at Dylan curiously. She was going to tell him to shove something up his a**, but was startled when ice cold water began to rain down on her. A loud gasp escaped her lips, and she began to feel herself shiver slightly. "What do you want from me?!" She yelled, her hands pulling at the chains that were holding her in place.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:31 pm
Location: Warehouse/color] Company: Tommy?/color] Wearing: Wearing Lyn tasted the blood from the cut on her lip. As he gripped her chin, her blue eyes stared at him defiantly, even though that smirk on his lips was making her stomach crawl. Her eyes rolled at his comment about her manners,"My mother's been dead a long time, a***ole. That really the best you got?" Lyn heard her phone ringing, and yet the man just let it ring. Frustrating! Especially since the person trying to reach her was in fact Dereck. Hopefully not Cadie this time. She coughed a little as the man walked away, spitting out a small glob of blood. Then there he was tying a gag around her mouth tightly. She tried to wiggle her body, so she could kick out at him with her legs, but every time she swayed on that chain, the ziptie and chain dug further into her wrists and the pull on her broken wrist became greater, causing her to wince even more and her eyes begin to water.
As The man turned back around with some wand zapping machine, Lyn's eyes widened in fear. a Large tazer on the a stick, or a cattle prod. Oh s**t. That gag wasn't going to stop her throat from screaming when that thing touched her. She swallowed past a lump that had formed in her throat and attempted to bit down on the gag in her mouth as hard as she could, readying for that pain.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:38 pm
Dylan Fleishman The one and only, darling. Wish we could have met under better terms. Dylan had replied with a ink as she mentioned that she knew his name. He wasn't worried that she knew his name. Meant it was getting around. That was good. The Mc knew about him now. They would know about him a lot more before this whole thing was over. Even that pretty little thing in his back seat would.
He chuckled at her gasp. He took off his glasses, watching her body shiver from the cold. "Oh Gracie, no one will hear you here. If you're really quiet, you might hear some screams from your friends even," He moved closer to her form in the chair, stopping before he got near the cold spray or perimeter of spraying water. He squated his brown eyes looking into her blue ones,"You babe? You just got caught up on the wrong side of all this s**t. Hurting you hurts the MC presidents. Stop whoring for those boys, and come whore for some real men. Maybe it will all stop."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:41 pm
Tommy FredricksTommy watched as the fear spread into her eyes. He loved seeing the color drain from her face at the sight of the cattle prod. This was one of his favorite toys. Something he enjoyed using on people in particular. It was like his lucky toy. This always had people screaming for him to stop. He approached Lyn and immediately ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. His dark eyes raked over her chest, admiring the mounds of here perky breasts. When his eyes met her's again, he had wrapped his arm around her and pulled her frail body against his own, and grinned at her. "I got permission to do whatever I wanted to you. Ever since you let that biker boy ******** you, you are tainted. Ruined. Nothing but a piece of whore trash." He pushed her head to the side and kissed along her collarbone, then biting down on her as hard as he could. His teeth left bloody marks on her collarbone, and he spit out some blood at her feet. The cattle prod was raised, and he placed the peaks on the mound of her breast, tapping one of the hickeys that Dereck had left behind on her ivory skin. "Lookie here..." He murmured, pressing down on the button of the cattle prod. The screams that came from her throat were like music to his ears, and that devilish smile never left his face. When he turned off the prod, he smacked the spot where he had shocked her, before walking around her body. Tommy was now standing behind her, and his rough, calloused hands roamed up her body, stopping to grope her chest roughly, as he leaned in close to her ear. "If you put on a good show, I will give you a present..." He growled into her ear and reached around in front of her, unbuttoning her pants and yanking them off of her body. He placed the cattle prod against the top of her foot, turning it on again.
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