Erin S. Troy (erintroy) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2015-01-31 14:47:00 |
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The wind was whipping through her hair as she looked out over the pitch, the match was just about to start as Erin smiled softly, she had a couple of other things to do quickly, one of which was dropping off some paperwork to one of the blokes from the Ministry. As she turned to go find the blokes from the ministry a cold feeling washed over her. The security at the pitch had been increased an extreme amount, and she knew she should be safe here, but she didn't feel safe anywhere that she was. Even with the shadow of a body guard, she still never felt safe.
Turning to tell her bodyguard where they were going next was when the fear she'd been trying so hard to forget cam leaping to the forefront. "Jake, we need to g--" her voice cut out as she saw Jake on the ground knocked out, she dropped to her knees to check if he was still alive, and he was, but before she could do anything else, ropes wrapped around, her mouth was forced shut and she was hit on the side of her head from something... Knocked out cold, Erin Troy was taken from the Falcons Pitch.... Squeezing her eyes together as her head started to pound, she slowly opened her eyes blinking as she tried to focus on the dark surroundings around her. The first thing she noticed was the cold concrete all around her, the floor was damp, the room filled with a frozen feeling to it. Erin knew better than to try and speak, instead she did her best to look around without showing that she was up just yet. In the left corner was what looked like a wedding setting set up, a dress was sitting out ready as if it was just waiting for someone to put it on. There were flowers, it looked almost exactly like the snow globe, just life size. Erin tried not to make a sound as she looked a little bit more around. She saw a figure in the distance moving and tapping his fingers obsessively. Erin watched quietly for a moment before looking for a way out. "You're a-a-a-awake." A voice came from where she'd seen the figure. "Oh, my love, my one and only, this is going to be your dream come true, we are going to be us, a couple, married, you and I my, my, my, my love." She still couldn't see his face, but his voice reminded her of a an extra large hamster, squeaky but not high pitched, awkward, nervous. Erin was just about to say something when she felt herself unable to keep her eyes open anymore. "You must sleep my love, for our day is not ready yet." She heard as she couldn't force her eyes open any longer. |