Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160321071640

The smell of stale blood and rotting meat hit Lyko long before he opened his eyes, when he finally did, the surroundings didn't impress him one bit. He'd seen Drake at work far too many times for that. "Really? A slaughterhouse? How original." he mocked sarcastically. His smug look faded the moment he turned aside. "Oh shit, Estelle?"

Now he panicked.

Straining against his chains, he reached a foot over to nudge her. "Oi, Estelle! Girl, wake up!" Slowly she stirred, opening her eyes and looking around in shock. The first thing she saw was Lyko, looking smartassy as ever despite being tied up. "Sup, sunshine?"

"Lyko, oh God, are you okay?"

"Fuck me, did he hurt you?" he gave her a quick check over, bristling with anger when he noticed the four taser burns on her back.

"You bastard, you utter bastard!" he yelled at Amilanthior.

"Lyko, best let me do the talking." she advised. The pacifist she was, Estelle still believed she could reason her way out of this mess.

"Hello." she began, flashing Amilanthior the sweetest, most persuasive smile she could manage. "Um... i guess we already know each other, so let's skip intoductions. Mind telling me why you're kidnapping us? I'm sure we can work out any demands you may have."