Danger, danger! (for point_forgotten)
The job in Rio went off without a hitch. And Ariadne decided to stay on for a while afterward - do a little sightseeing, spend some time on the beach, taking in the nightlife - and most of all, trying to get over Arthur, in a place that didn't remind her of him at all.
She should've been more vigilant, but trouble was the last thing on her mind as she sat around a swanky bar one night, sipping martinis and vaguely considering picking someone up for a little fun back at her hotel room. It wasn't something she usually did, but a girl was allowed a little rebound action, she felt.
Still, she should've paid enough attention to realize that someone was watching her, and when she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, a strange man grabbed her, overpowering her instantly, forcing a strong-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. Ariadne blacked out before they even got her to the waiting car.
When she woke, her mind still fuzzy with the lingering effects of alcohol and the drug they'd used on her, she heard vague voices. A gruff male voice, with a strange accent she couldn't quite place, was muttering something - he had a phone to his ear.
"- see her alive again, you'll come to Rio and await further instructions."
When he ended the call, he turned to Ariadne with a frightening sort of smile. "Ah, she's awake. Let's get something to show your boyfriend, eh?"
He hit her a few times, until her nose and lip were bleeding, and her cheek felt puffy, then took a photo of her on his phone, and sent it to someone.
She should've been more vigilant, but trouble was the last thing on her mind as she sat around a swanky bar one night, sipping martinis and vaguely considering picking someone up for a little fun back at her hotel room. It wasn't something she usually did, but a girl was allowed a little rebound action, she felt.
Still, she should've paid enough attention to realize that someone was watching her, and when she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, a strange man grabbed her, overpowering her instantly, forcing a strong-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. Ariadne blacked out before they even got her to the waiting car.
When she woke, her mind still fuzzy with the lingering effects of alcohol and the drug they'd used on her, she heard vague voices. A gruff male voice, with a strange accent she couldn't quite place, was muttering something - he had a phone to his ear.
"- see her alive again, you'll come to Rio and await further instructions."
When he ended the call, he turned to Ariadne with a frightening sort of smile. "Ah, she's awake. Let's get something to show your boyfriend, eh?"
He hit her a few times, until her nose and lip were bleeding, and her cheek felt puffy, then took a photo of her on his phone, and sent it to someone.