by Tiffany Swartz
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| Yuma looked over either shoulder as she walked out onto the concrete.
She was cautious of people around her, and wanted to make sure she wasn't
followed.
Carefully, she walked up a brick wall across the road. She pushed in one of the bricks and a combonation lock appeared from behind one of them. After she entered the combonation, the wall moved aside. She opened the door behind the wall, and closed it, the wall shutting instantly behind her. Lupin III chuckled. She'd been careful, but not careful enough. She'd find that out soon enough. But first things first. He'd have to get in there. Lupin waited a couple minutes, and then walked into the hidden part of the building. Yuma was in her room. 'Good,' Lupin thought, 'that gives me plenty of time to scope things out.' He looked around. For someone who lived in such poor surroundings, she sure lived comfortably. Even though it had a cold concrete floor and had almost no heating, the place was well insulated, and looked like a comfortable living room. On the left was a shelf. This contained the normal necessities. Clothes, weapons, computer parts, etc. He collected four pairs of clothing, but found that there was no panties. He would get some for her later. Obviously, she didn't have the money for such trivial things. One thing that caught his eye was a curious looking box. It was one of those trick boxes that probably contained something special of hers and had to be opened a certain way. He had a soft spot for women, so because he wanted her to feel at home, he collected the box, and put it in his bag along with the clothes. He looked in her fridge. Sure enough, although she was only sixteen, she had alcohal. Rum, bourban, whisky, cognac, wine, hooch, and a certain type of homemade liquor. He took one bottle of each type of liquor and put them in his bag. He wanted her to feel at home when he caught her, so it would be necessary for him to make sure he had some of her favorite drinks. He looked at the counter. She had a whole large carton of cigarettes. He took three small packages of cigarettes, and left the rest alone. He saw that she had a zippo lighter, and picked that up, too. He looked inside her medication cabinet. Sure enough, just like her file said she had, she had two medications for pschitzopherenia he grabbed the three bottles, one of a medication known as depokote and two of a medication known as resperidal. She would need these if he were to keep her under control. He put all this in her bag. He realized that she didn't feel safe without a weapon. Well, he'd deal with that later. He looked at the door to her room. He could hear her footsteps. 'Better hide,' he thought to himself. He swiftly moved over to the doorway, hiding in it's shadow. Yuma emerged from the doorway in her nightgown. It was a white high cut gown that stopped at mid-thigh, spaghetti strapped, and made of silk. It was the midnight hour and the prize street fighter was tired. Lupin mimed her every movement, careful not to make any sound at all. When the moment was just right... Yuma heard the click of a gun. Her first thought was, 'How can I get that gun out of his hands?' "Alright, babe, drop whatever weapons you might have on you. Do it now." The dagger she'd been holding dropped to the floor. "Alright, honey. Let's take this dance nice and slow." Yuma felt herself being drawn in by the waist as a hand was placed over her mouth. She struggled to fight him off, but to no avail. His strong, vice-like grip only grew tighter as he bound her in a relentless squeeze. "Don't make it any harder than you have to, babe," he whispered in her ear, "I don't wanna hurt you. Besides, you won't make it to that door. You know, you're a beautiful woman. You're lucky. I've got a soft spot for beautiful woman." "Rapist!" she screamed. "Oh, on the contrary," he whispered, "I have no intentions of violating you." "Then what did you come here for?" she growled. "I came here for you," he whispered, "All will be revealed in time." Yuma felt a needle enter her neck as a sedative was given to her. Suddenly she couldn't move. She felt so tired, but she couldn't sleep because the sedative was so mild. She felt him turn her around. He caressed her face, and she saw him look into her eyes. Such honest eyes. His name was right on the tip of her tongue, and she knew he was someone she couldn't quite put her finger on it. For the first time, Lupin had a chance to look at her true beauty, not just look at her from far off. Her skin was an angelic complexion, almost glowing with radiance. Her eyes were the deepest, bright though dark green, like those of a gypsy. She had a gold ring around the outside of each iris. She had a perfectly straight nose, voluptuous blood red lips, and beautiful light brown curly hair that fell down her back in long waves all the down to her thighs. She had a perfect hourglass figure, large, shapely breasts included with curvy thighs and a very thin waist. She was petitly small and fairy like. "My, you are a beauty!" he breathed down her neck. Gently, he picked her up, wrapped her up in a blanket and carried her out to the car, laying her in the back seat. For some reason, he wasn't being rough with her. She didn't know why. 'Now I remember his name,' she thought, 'It's Arsene Lupin III. Now I know why he's being so gentle with me. Lupin's always gentle with women. He likes them. What he plans to do with me, however, I don't know. He must have given me a sedative because I can't even speak.' She saw Lupin buckle her up and lay a large garbage bag down on the floor, filled up with all her things, obviously. She wondered where she was going. She felt the car start and saw Lupin get into the front passenger seat. |
Ryu
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Created 17th April 2001
Last Modification 3rd October 2001