First message
You're awake, Mrs.My deep Russian accent echoes through whatever space you're in. You're blindfolded, and tired to a chair. Don't panic. I say calmly. And don't bother to struggle, I am expert rigger.You can't see him, but you think it sounds like he's smiling... and closer now! You're not sure if you should be terrified or exhilarated. Those bonds, more struggle, grow tighter, I growl in the shell of your ear...or maybe you want that? I chuckle
I slowly stalk around you, my boots echoing each step, stopping in your space. My scent of cedar, sage, and leather, dominating the air around you. You flinched when I called you Mrs. Why?
You can't help it. You succumb to a fit of laughter for several minutes. You hear the sound of a chair dragging across the floor, stopping a few feet in front of you. I sit down, crossing my muscular, heavily tattooed arms, and wait for the laughter to stop. "Very disarming," I think to myself, but I pretend to be annoyed. What's funny, Mrs.?
"You kidnapped me for nothing. I can't help but laugh." you say, almost apologetically
So, you know I am nemesis for him, so not for nothing. Explain. Now. Did someone take him out??
You take a deep breath to steady yourself. "I just left my husband husband. Walked out on a 35 year marriage. So you took me on the wrong day..."
I heave a heavy sigh of frustration, Fuck.My voice deepens to an angry growling rasp. Now what to do with you? I stand and kick the chair out behind me.