Clinton's POV// *sexual/illegal content ahead, read at risk*
Mitchel and I trail Marie into the back of our car, we'd make up the excuse that she got too wasted and that we were taking her home if anyone saw us and asked questions. Once we had finished putting her into the back of the car, I ripped a bit of her dress from a frayed edge and used the material to bound her wrists together so if there was any chance of her waking up, she couldn't get out.
I slam the door once I finished, then climbing into the drivers seat and peering over at Mitchel. "So what do we do with her when we get her to our house?" He asks as I smirk, "We scare her a little." I tilt my head as I then started the engine to the car. I start to drive as Mitchel continued to ask questions. "At least wait till she wakes up... we need sleep also, Clinton." He adds. I look towards him and nod slightly. "You tie her up in that chair in the basement, go to bed till she awakes, then let the fun begin." I snigger.
Mitchel stares at me in disbelief. "So you're really gonna just keep this girl? For how long may I add?" He lowers his brows. I sigh, "However long I plan to." I tut. "Are you not scared of getting found out? This girl could be serious shit dude, if her dads the president, fuck knows what she has. A tracker? What about her phone?" Mitchel mutters. I look back over at him once more, smiling, "I'll break it." I spoke bluntly.
Mitchel shook his head. "You need to think this through, Clinton." He warns, "Look, Mitchel, if you don't wanna do this with me, I'll do this with Christian. I'm sure he's happy to freely fuck this girl. Free sex, who doesn't want that, hm?" I grunt.
Mitchel looks back at the girl, then back towards me. "I just hope you're ready for a hard time, she sounds like a fighter." I hear him mumble. "Oh I'm ready, fucking believe me." I reply.
Mitchel tuts, staying quiet as we drove faster down the road.
//Back at the house//
"We're here..." I mutter, rolling my eyes as Mitchel sighs. "We take her down the basement, and you tie her up." I order, opening the car door and dragging Marie's limp body out and putting her over my shoulder. Mitchel just shrugs and slams the car door shut, then rushing over to the front door of the band house and held it open for me. I trail Marie into the house, going ahead towards the basement door where Mitchel had met me and opened the door for me.
Once down in the basement, I dump Marie's unconscious state on the basement floor, looking down and admiring her for a moment before shaking my head. I decided to do Mitchel's job myself. I grab the wooden chair from the corner and placed it in the centre of the room. I grab Marie's body harshly, putting her in the chair and ripping more of her dress to bind her ankles to the chair and also her wrists.
I smirk to myself, "now that's a job well done." I mutter to myself, staring at her stare a little longer. I stare down lower, biting my lip as I then took a step closer to her. I slowly stroke my hand against her jaw, her skin cold and pale. Her breathing was slow.
I then sigh, letting my face fall as I then let my hand drop to my side. I turn away and walk towards the door, peering back at her as I shook my head. Who knew this would be the way I spent my friday evening...
//END OF PART FIVE!//
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