I got her!

Yay!

It wasn’t difficult to find her either. She practically told me where she lived the last time we spoke.

So who is it? Well if you haven't guessed by now have a look back here

Congratulations Om and Brightsky, looks like you were right back then. It wasn't a coincidence.

Go get yourselves some cookies or other treats of your choice

Anyway, as I said, I had a pretty damn good idea of where she was, so it didn’t take me long to spot her, figure out which house was hers and then watch for a couple of days to get an idea of her and her boyfriend's routines. When she mentioned their “new” home, it seems it was just “new” to them as they were living in one of those slum row houses.

Funny thing about a lot of the row houses around here; the tourists love them because they’re so bright and colourful but the reality of the situation is that on the inside they are drafty, rotten, faulty wired, death traps. Let me tell you, this place was proudly upholding that standard. When I returned that night. I had only to go around back to find the cellar doors. They were padlocked, but the door was rotted to the point that I could use my knife to help pry the handles and the useless lock free. I crept as quietly as I could, down the steps, then up through their house until I made my way to their bedroom. I moved to the side of the bed where she slept, reached out a hand and gently stroked her long hair. She awoke at my touch, then sat bolt upright, giving out a cry. I grabbed her by the hair and put my knife to her throat to keep her in place. Her boyfriend woke up to her cries and now, upon realizing what was going on, bravely leapt to his feet and ran. I laughed as their room became the dead end path.

I let her go as she fell to the ground, then quickly stepped to her side and stomped on her sternum before she could roll over. While she was trying to catch a breath, I slipped my knife back into my coat. When she attempted to get up, I positioned myself behind her, wrapped my right arm around her neck and put her into a blood choke until she stopped struggling and fell unconscious. I dragged her to the cabin, then bound her to a chair. Hardly the graceful performance art that some of my brothers and sisters seem capable of, but it worked.  

She has since woken up and, now that she’s done screaming for help that won’t come she’s alternating between trying to talk to me, sobbing and silence. I haven’t said or done anything more to her yet. Been letting her consider her situation so far, though that will change shortly.   

Feel free to make suggestions if you like. Not making any promises but I’ll take them into consideration

Well…

Let’s begin