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Ah—

[ ????????

...wait a second.

and then, after a few confused seconds, she complies, looking faintly intrigued. ]

Good. Don't scream or you'll be in even more trouble.

[She tries to make her tone firm and intimidating, and her face is covered, but there's still a bit of a smile audible in her voice.

Then she steps in to touch Shrike's wrists, and they're both restrained with shackles, connected via a few links of chain to the collar on her neck.]

I'm stealing you away.

[ oh

oh. ]

...okay.

[Glory can't help laughing a little.]

Good. You understand the situation you're in.

[From a pocket she pulls a piece of black fabric which she ties over Shrike's eyes as a blindfold]

[ oh,,,

well. that's. that's nice. ]

...I think I do, so—I'm at your mercy.

Good.

[Her voice is a little deeper, that time.

And then she abruptly wraps an arm around Shrike's waist and tugs her onto her motorcycle with her, just kind of splayed over her lap.]

[ shrike: grabbed

she can basically do nothing about this and doesn't really want to, so: here we go! ]

[Here they go!

The motorcycle drops precipitously to the ground, and then the engine revs as they drive off. She seems to be sticking to the roads, at the moment.]

[ there's a tiny little surprised yelp at the drop, and her legs flail a little, but she settles down once they're on the ground safely, relaxing. ]

[They drive for a while. It's hard to tell where they are going while she's blindfolded, obviously, but eventually they pull to a stop and Glory tosses Shrike over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. (She is cheating a bit with Verticality.)]

[ she breathes out, softly, and speaks in a low voice— ]

Where’ve you taken me...

[She walks a little ways and a door opens; she walks inside, pauses, and then walks a little more.]

Let's say... a private location. I'm going to have a little fun. I'll decide tomorrow if I want to ask anyone for your ransom.

[ she’s a terrible actress, but she’s seen this kind of role before, a little— ]

Aah—please, be kind to me...

[To be fair Glory's acting here isn't spectacular; her dialogue leaves a lot to be desired and her tone can only manage neutral or over the top]

Begging for mercy already? At least wait until you've seen what's in store for you.

[That one is over the top.]

[ listen at least glory can improv this with a straight face, ]

Hah, well—er.

I'm already dying from the anticipation?

Are you...? Well you won't have to anticipate much longer.

[Another door opens, and she tosses Shrike down on something soft. She reaches out to the shackles and changes them so instead of her wrists being attached to her collar, they're attached to something else.

When she pulls off her blindfold it becomes obvious it is a bed. They are almost certainly in a love hotel room, though she has at least chosen one somewhat low key.]

[ ...as low key as any of these rooms get.

she tests the bonds, experimentally, and of course they hold; it's more for the show of it. ]

What's—what's all this...?

[Glory pulls down her mask, so her faint smile is visible.]

Are you comfortable...?

[Then she pulls a knife from somewhere in her coat before climbing onto the bed on her knees.]

I wouldn't want you to be in any pain until I cause it.

I'm... perfectly comfortable, but—

[ there's a little upwards tug at one side of her mouth, like she's trying to suppress a smile. ]

...what do you want from me?

...I wonder.

[Surely Glory is saying that to be mysterious and not because she didn't actually think of a motive for this kidnapping narrative.

She leaves it at that as she starts to pull Shrike's clothes open]

[ she sucks in a sharp breath, a quiet whine in the back of her throat, and squirms to the extent that she can against the sheets. ]

Ah—that's, that's really...

It's what...?

[Glory doesn't take any of Shrike's clothes off, which would be difficult anyway with her hands shackled, but she does undo her shirt enough to bare her chest and tug her pants down enough to see her underwear and the curve of her hips.

Once she has done that, she traces the tip of her knife over Shrike's stomach, with light pressure, just enough for a hairline scratch.]

Nnnnn—

[ she bites down on her lower lip, and reflexively tugs at the chains, which of course don’t give. ]

...hah, fuck, it’s—good.

Oh? You like that?

[She doesn't manage to make it sound surprised, her tone teasing.]

And it can heal you, too, right?

[At the end of the scratch she changes the angle of the knife to pierce directly into her skin, deeper.]

Hhh—it can, but, but that doesn't mean you can just—

[ she sucks in a sharp breath; it still hurts, even as the cuts seal themselves, but in an exhilarating kind of way. ]

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