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Addison tensed at the mention of 'visitors'. "Fuck off." She muttered, now determined to be as unpleasant as possible. She wasn't something to be shown off or put on display and the very thought of it made her stomach do a small flip of anxiety.

She finished her sandwich before standing up and resuming her seat, crossing her arms. If she was going to be 'inspected', she wasn't going to be put in an uncomfortable position or be cooperative, for that matter. Addison strained to see up the stairs, though from her angle she was unable to.
 
Justin opened the doors to the living room and walked to the front of the small house, dumping his plate in the sink on the way there. Rubbing his forehead he then opened the door to allow his visitor in. "Hello Jacques." he said. The man was 5'10" and skinny with a bald head and brown eyes. You could be forgiven for thinking he was wearing a shirt considering his torso was almost entirely covered by ink. There were so many tattoos Justin didn't bother trying to see what they were. He had a bull ring piercing in his nose and dermal piercings above his eyes and on his chin. The man was a stereotypical gangster.

"Sup shithead." he replied and walked inside, "Where's the bitch?" Jacques was one of the leader's favoured enforcers. He wasn't tough but he was quick with a knife and could easily kill a man twice his size. Justin had been hoping someone a but more subtle would be sent to check things were going well.

"She's down below." he told the enforcer, "Manacled up, just fed her. Everything is going to plan? Come one." Without waiting to see if the man followed Justin walked back down to the basement. "Here she is." he said as Jacques arrived behind him.
 
Addison watched as Justin returned with a man who clearly thought appearance was what made someone a badass. She looked him up and down critically and scoffed a little.

"You know, drawing on yourself with sharpie just damages your skin." Addison gestured to the man's tattooed body. She was confident on the outside, having become quite the master of false confidence, but on the inside she was a little nervous. This man seemed rougher than Justin; it wasn't his appearance. It was the look in his eyes.
 
"She's got a bit of a mouth on her don't she." Jacques said to Justin before turning back to look at Addison. When he did Justin slowly shook his head from one side to the other, hoping she would see. He may be an asshole who would hurt her if she disobeyed, but the enforcer would hurt her because he liked to hurt people. If he decided to carve her up things would get difficult fast.

"Does the father know?" the enforcer asked.

"He does. He's got the terms and knows we have her." Justin replied.

Jacques pulled out his own phone and his knife quickly followed. It was smaller than Justin's but looked no less sharp. "We want this over quickly. Perhaps we should give him some incentive to speed up." He took a step towards the captive.

"What're you doing Jacques?" Justin said, a threatening tone in his voice.
 
Addison caught Justin shaking his head at her and frowned. Ordinarily, she would have interpreted it as simple irritation but he appeared...concerned? She turned her attention back to the man apparently named Jacques.

As he advanced, she quickly stood up, stumbling backwards with her hands raised in defensive fists. The chain rattled against the floor. She hasn't been anticipating this - she wasn't supposed to be seriously inured. Roughed up, sure, but not stabbed or sliced. That's what it appeared this man wanted to do.

Addison glanced at Justin, as if silently asking for his help. If she lived through this, she'd definitely deny this little nonverbal exchange.
 
Either too swept up in himself or simply not caring, Jacques ignored Justin's words and continued to advance on Addison. The man's lips peeled back into a disgusting smile, half his teeth were brown, as he saw her limited by the chain. "Nowhere to run bitch."

Then he stopped, the smile twisting into a snarl and the sadistic pleasure in his eyes turning into anger. "She's my job Jacques. The terms have been given, if her father follows them he gets her back unharmed. If not, then we use the knife." Justin was standing right behind Jacques, though whatever he had done to make the man stop was hidden by his body. His voice was as calm as it normally was, almost like he was preventing an assault with his words.

The enforcer snorted, no longer approaching Addison, but the smile was back, "You've got a pretty face scared girl. I'll look forward to the day I see it again, chained up, helpless." He raised the knife to his lips and licked along it before sheathing it. Then without another word he walked out, ascending the stairs and disappearing. Though a small red dot could be seen on the centre of his back. Justin watched him go in silence.
 
Addison had been holding her breath though the entire ordeal and digging her nails into the palms of her hands. As she forced her body to relax, she opened her hands to see small, bloodied crescent moons - she wiped her hands on her jeans.

Walking back over to her seat and sitting down, she smoothed her hair down nervously before looking at Justin. Hesitantly, begrudgingly, she murmured a quiet "thank you."
 
When Jacques left the basement Justin's shoulders sagged a little with relief. He was an animal more than a human being, which was useful in many cases, just not when you were holding a hostage. And he'd ended up making the man bleed to stop him, he'd have to avoid the enforcer until someone else did something small to piss him off. Otherwise one of them would probably die when they met next.

But more shocking than that entire encounter was the fact he heard a thank you from Addison. He turned to look at her, a confused look on his face as one of his brows rose. His normal personality would have brought on some more verbal sparring as he teased her for needing him. But as he was he muttered a quiet, "You're welcome."
 
The basement was silent for what seemed to be an eternity. Addison wanted out, right now. She wanted to get this damned manacle off of her and go home, maybe go tell her father off. She returned her attention and put on her normal irritated expression.

"I need to pee." She stated firmly, arching her eyebrows at him. He would have to unchain her for that - there was no way he'd dare pull the 'here's a plastic bottle' trick.
 
Still a little confused by everything that was happening Justin decided he wouldn't get the bucket for her. And after meeting Jacques well, she deserved a break. "Alright." he said, "Put your hands out." He pulled out another hand tie, he had plenty of them. And he was willing to make some concessions, but he wasn't letting her out of the manacles without any restriction.
 
Addison, resentful, allowed her hands to be bound. When Justin unlocked the chain, she waited patiently for him to lead her upstairs.

"And don't think you're coming in the bathroom with me." She frowned.
 
Biting back on a comeback Justin took Addison by the arm again and led her upstairs, putting her in front of him as he always did. He led her into the bathroom, then he closed the door with the pair of them in her. As he did this however he shot her a look and spoke before she could, "I'll leave you in a second." he said. He walked over to the small window at the top of the bathroom and tugged on it, but it didn't budge. Rust had got to the workings. He didn't think she'd fit through anyway, but better to be safe. "Alright, be quick." he finished, then left the room, closing the door behind him.
 
Addison waited a few moments before hurriedly looking around the bathroom for anything she might smash the window with - or at the very least, something she could smash over Justin's head. The bathroom was bare, only holding a toilet, a sink and a small bath.

Addison groaned in frustration and paced the floor, attempting to tap her fingers against her thigh but finding it difficult with her hands bound together. Justin hadn't been kidding about it being a professional operation; there was no way she was going to get out of the house via the bathroom. She would have to explore the rest of the house, somehow.

Addison moved over to the toilet and flushed it before stepping over to the sink and turning on the water for full effect.
 
Once outside Justin stood next to the door, not leaning against it but close. His attention was all in his ears, making sure she didn't do anything suspicious. It was risky bringing her out and as his earlier confusion was wearing off he began to wonder why he was being nice. He heard her groan, then the toilet flushed and the sink went on afterwards. It sounded like she was done, and quickly enough that it didn't sound like she was trying anything.
 
Addison walked over to the door and opened it slowly - with some difficulty, too. She stepped out and looked at Justin expectedly. "Can I have a look around the house? The basement is boring," She gave him a small smile, one that she hoped appeared to be sincere. "I won't try anything. I'm not an idiot."

Even she knew that to be debatable. If she wasn't an idiot, she would have packed her bags as soon as she was old enough and skipped town. No, skipped the country. Addison wondered briefly what the weather was like in Germany.
 
Justin gave Addison a searching gaze at the question. He wasn't fooled by the smile considering the threats she'd been throwing his way so far. Still there was little harm in her request, the house had been prepared for this. Maybe when she saw the lack of anything that could help her she'd give up any last hopes of escape. "Fine. It's just as boring as the basement anyway." He took her by the arm as usual, and a little more roughly than when he had led her up from the basement, he was keeping a tight grip on her now. Then he led her through a quick house tour. There was the bathroom she had just been in, the living room she had seen twice now and the kitchen, which visibly held only food though there were many draws and cabinets. The final room was the bedroom, which had a single bed and a wardrobe whose doors were closed. The bed had a wooden frame and the mattress was still there but looked very thin and damaged. "Seen enough?" Justin asked her then.
 
Addison frowned slightly as she inspected each room, slightly irritated that she was being lead through so quickly. As they reached the bedroom, she basically dragged Justin over to the wardrobe so that she could look within.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing in there but dust and two wire coat hangers. Addison gritted her teeth. "Yeah. I've seen enough." She muttered.
 
As Addison opened up the wardrobe and gritted her teeth Justin smirked. It looked like things had paid off by showing her the house, things were pretty damn bare. "Good to know. Let's go back to our nice boring basement." he said, pulling her back to the living room. He walked her back down the stairs and over to the manacle. "You gonna stand still this time so we can do this quick?"
 
Addison considered him briefly before looking away, seemingly submissive. As it began to look as if she was going to remain quiet and calm, she suddenly shoved Justin and stumbled to the right, moving quickly yet clumsily around him.

She ran up the stairs and struggled to get the door open with her still tied hands but was grateful for it not yet being locked. Yanking it open, Addison ran out and into the living area, glancing around for an escape route. She doubted that the front door was open and she would have to break a window to get it open. Perhaps, though, there was a backdoor.
 
As Addison stood still and silently Justin bent down to grab the manacle. He was just about the grab her leg so she couldn't pull any tricks when she pushed him and he fell to the side. The shock of the attack quickly faded, though not quickly enough to catch her, and was replaced by anger. The bitch he thought. Scrambling back to his feet he ran up the stairs after her.

If she had of kept moving she might've had a chance to get away, even stopping to open the doors of the basement as she did. But her search around the living room for an exit allowed Justin to catch up, and he wasn't in a forgiving mood now. He struck her from behind in a full body tackle, throwing them both to the floor with him on top. He slammed one arm onto her neck to keep her pressed down as the other hand searched for the chloroform in his pocket.
 
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