"Now, you don't wanna end up like the last girl do you, darlin?" He asked, his hand was on her chin gripping it tightly to force eye contact with him, which she hated. How she'd ended up here, she hadn't a clue but she wouldn't be staying long. She was sure of that. Chained up in some guy's basement who wanted to do God only knew what with her. She didn't care. He wasn't going to get away with this and she'd make sure he was sorry for doing it. She gathered all the spit in her mouth and launched it at his face. It hit him dead between the eyes. He backhanded her, sending her to the floor quickly. "I guess I'll just have to take that as a no...for now, but you aren't gonna be gettin away with that behavior too long, sweetie. Daddy doesn't take kindly to girls who can't behave themselves. I am no stranger to putin a bitch down if it needs to be done." He kicked her roughly in the side then turned to head out of there once again. The lights were shut off and she laid on the floor trying to catch her breath. This wasn't going to end well. She could feel it in her bones.
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Things never went as planned, which he should have known by that point in life, yet he never made any sort of solid additional plans to compensate for his bad luck. At the present time he was hitchhiking across the country. This was in an attempt to get to Mexico because who the hell didn't want to go party their ass off and live as a beach bum in Mexico? Well, maybe a lot of people didn't but he certainly did. After a string of small time robberies and petty thefts he was well on his way to getting where he wanted to go. That was until his car broke down and he was forced to abandon it. Attempting to steal another one had been futile, for the moment, leaving him to attempt to hitch a ride with anyone decent enough to stop for someone like him. Except, that wasn't working out either because now he'd been dropped on a road that seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere. It was getting dark, and late. He knew he'd have to find shelter. Either an abandoned building or a house full of idiots who might take him in for a night if he came up with a good enough sob story about why he was out there with no car.
Just as he thought he was going to end up sleeping in a literal ditch again, he saw a light in the distance. It was faint but it was definitely there and not a trick on his eyes. He headed in that direction quickly, as it was getting harder and harder to see in the middle of the woods with the sun setting like it was. He was hoping that people who chose to live so far away from anything he considered civilized might also be simple country folk who would fall for a good story or two in order to let him inside. He didn't have much to offer but if push came to shove he did at least have cash to entice them. Ask about renting a room for the night. Something he would avoid until the bitter end and he knew it but it was still something. A better backup plan than he'd had before that moment.
The house was pretty big, and much nicer than some sort of shack that a hick would own. Whoever had this place, had money. That was for sure. A two car garage and a two story house with a nice garden out front. The landscape was well kept, nearly pristine. There was no farm attached either. He started to have second thoughts, wondering if someone with money like this choosing to live in the middle of nowhere might not have something considerably wrong with them. Who actually liked this level of isolation? Since his options were incredibly limited he rang the doorbell and adjusted his backpack. All he had with him was a considerable amount of stolen cash, drugs, and a few different items of somewhat clean clothing. He was avoiding spending as much of his 'earnings' as possible until he got down to Mexico where things would be far cheaper. He shifted from foot to foot, glancing around nervously. Just as he was thinking it might be a better idea to get out of there, the door opened. A very attractive woman with waist long red hair and huge blue eyes answered. She was dressed almost like a fifty's housewife, which really made no sense for her age. If he had to guess she wasn't anywhere over the age of 25 and probably even younger than that.
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Syndrome || A Villains (2019) AU
FanfictionWhen Mickey knocked on that door, he never expected to find the situation he entered into. Now he has two choices, keep running, or find a way to fix what he started.