WARNING: talk of prostitution but nothing extremely graphic. only a bit of smooch smoochin' :* and some blood. IM SORRY, BUT THIS IS GOING TO BE A PRETTY DARK BOOK. I MEAN, THE TITLE IS DARKNESS. okay, I'm good, carry on.
Marks POV
She struggled for a few moments under my grasp, but then calmed down. her eyelashes batters a few more times before her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell into a deep sleep. I slowly stood up and saw her sleeping there, her (H/C) hair gently rested on her shoulder. She looked so beautiful like that, she was so peaceful. I scooped her fragile body up in my arms and gently sat her down in the bathtub. I moved her hands slightly so that she would be more comfortable. she should be out for a few hours, so I'll have enough time to run my errands. I locked up the motel room and walked out to the car. it was still cold outside so my breath condensed in the air to make small white clouds that disappeared as fast as they formed. the motel wasn't very special, old rooms with mysterious stains here and there that made you want to keep a distance. The parking lot was beginning to decay under my feet as well. the car door creaked when I opened it. Once I put the keys in, the engine turned over and I drove away. the streets were calm at this time of night, because everyone was at home and happy with their families. I sighed at the thought of me not being able to do that anymore. I drove from the decent part of town to the not so nice part where some sketchy people roamed the streets.
"Here goes nothing." I quietly said to myself as I pulled up on the side of the road and slowly rolled down my window.
"Hey big boy, wanna have some fun?" the woman who stood there said. her blonde hair was curled into tight ringlets which bounced each time she smacked her gum, and barely any clothing covered her. I gulped with nervousness. I've never done anything like this but I hid my fears and carried on.
"How much?" I asked plainly.
"100 for an hour" (A/N: I don't know the price of a prostitute \('-' )/ ) I thought for a moment then nodded.
"Get in." I said while turning back towards the road. she giggled slightly and hopped into the passengers seat of the car. what the hell am I doing? I thought to myself as I drove back towards the motel.
Your POV
After Mark so graciously knocked me out, I relived the night that I was kidnapped, except one thing was different. I saw it from Mark's perspective, I saw the fear in my eyes and the pain that I felt. I felt him smiling. I felt that sick bastard smiling. I moved slightly and felt instant pain in my stiff neck. I paused and rubbed the back of my neck slightly to help ease the pain. why the hell did he do that? I got up out of the tub, and as soon as I did, something slammed into the entrance of the motel room. I cracked the door slightly and peeked into the main room. the door flew open and Mark stumbled backwards with some prostitute all over him. is that really why he knocked me out? really? I honestly thought he was better than that. Mark pushed her onto the bed, and while kissing her, her hands ran up his chest as she began to unbutton his shirt with a nasaly giggle. his hand reached towards the back of his pants, and inside the waistband, he pulled out a small knife. his hand flew up to her neck where he held the knife up close. the woman's eyes quickly widened when she saw what was happening.
"No. no, no, no, no, no, no. this can't be happening. please-- I-I'll do anything just-- just put the knife down."
"shut up." Mark said in a stern voice while pushing the knife closer to her. she squealed while a small drip of blood ran down her neck from where the knife was pushed.
