The Whip Lash Job, Part 2, Leverage, R
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phantismaFandom: Leverage
Title: The Whip Lash Job
Charcater: Parker, OMC
Rating: R
Word Count: 639
Summary: Parker finds herself in serious trouble.
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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badfalcon picked the Leverage fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the first of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
Nate tells her to get out. Get out now.
Only, it was already too late. Her only way in is her only way out and it closed up tight behind her. “Hardison….”
There is no answer.
“Hardison.” She hisses his name as she inches along the access corridor, her eyes darting to the camera slowly turning her way. She has nowhere to go, and in about five seconds she’s going to be exposed.
There’s nothing for it but to try to get out of range and she goes as quickly as she can, soft-soled shoes slipping silently along the concrete floor. She gets almost to the corner, almost out of sight before she sees the motion sensor that hadn’t been on the building’s blueprints.
She stops cold, but it’s too late. She’s been seen and sirens are sounding. She runs blindly, coming to a stop when two men with big guns come through a door and shout at her. She runs the other way, only to be met by two more men and she heads through a door and into a stairwell, racing up a floor before she feels the sting, then the jolt and her body falls, convulsing before she even understands she’s been hit with a tazer.
Her head hits the step as she sprawls across the landing and she has a moment to wonder if Nate will come looking for her before the darkness descends and she is pulled under.
Her first thought is that her head hurts and for a moment she can’t remember why or where she is or why she was asleep. It comes back to her as she lies still and pretends to still be under. She was always good at that. Kept her alive and out of trouble more than once.
She listens. The room is small, and relatively empty, she can tell from the sound. Not that there’s a lot of sound. Her breathing mostly.
She’s on her stomach, arms behind her back. Tied. She can’t tell with what, but it’s not cuffs, that much she knows. She’s alone as far as she can tell, so she opens her eyes slowly.
The room is mostly dark, only a dim, yellow light over the door directly in front of her. Her cheek rests on the cot and she’s slowly realizing that she is naked. She lifts her head to get a better look around the room…only her head doesn’t move.
She swallows and exhales slowly.
She wiggles her fingers, but gets no movement from them either. She tries to move, roll, turn…anything…and she stays still as when she had been unconscious.
She can’t move.
At all.
Not even a little.
Panic trills up her spine and her heart races. Can’t move is bad. Can’t move is very bad. Her breath catches as the door opens and a man moves into the room. He’s big from what she can see, tall and broad.
He doesn’t speak at first, just stands there, looking at her.
When he does finally say something, his voice is soft, almost tender. “Hello, Parker. My name is Maxwell Bromwell. I believe you came looking for me.” He moves closer, a rustle of clothing and shadow blocking out the light. His hand touches her, big and hot on the round of her naked ass, possessive and too gentle for the fear it pulls from her. She knows enough about this guy to expect…well, she’s not exactly sure, but she knows he’s going to hurt her. A lot.
His hand caresses over her, dips between her thighs, strokes over her sides and then up to her face. “The drugs will keep you still for a while longer. I want you to learn that your every breath from this point forward depends upon my wishing it to be so.”
Title: The Whip Lash Job
Charcater: Parker, OMC
Rating: R
Word Count: 639
Summary: Parker finds herself in serious trouble.
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for
angst_bingo Yeah...badfalcon picked the Leverage fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the first of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.Nate tells her to get out. Get out now.
Only, it was already too late. Her only way in is her only way out and it closed up tight behind her. “Hardison….”
There is no answer.
“Hardison.” She hisses his name as she inches along the access corridor, her eyes darting to the camera slowly turning her way. She has nowhere to go, and in about five seconds she’s going to be exposed.
There’s nothing for it but to try to get out of range and she goes as quickly as she can, soft-soled shoes slipping silently along the concrete floor. She gets almost to the corner, almost out of sight before she sees the motion sensor that hadn’t been on the building’s blueprints.
She stops cold, but it’s too late. She’s been seen and sirens are sounding. She runs blindly, coming to a stop when two men with big guns come through a door and shout at her. She runs the other way, only to be met by two more men and she heads through a door and into a stairwell, racing up a floor before she feels the sting, then the jolt and her body falls, convulsing before she even understands she’s been hit with a tazer.
Her head hits the step as she sprawls across the landing and she has a moment to wonder if Nate will come looking for her before the darkness descends and she is pulled under.
Her first thought is that her head hurts and for a moment she can’t remember why or where she is or why she was asleep. It comes back to her as she lies still and pretends to still be under. She was always good at that. Kept her alive and out of trouble more than once.
She listens. The room is small, and relatively empty, she can tell from the sound. Not that there’s a lot of sound. Her breathing mostly.
She’s on her stomach, arms behind her back. Tied. She can’t tell with what, but it’s not cuffs, that much she knows. She’s alone as far as she can tell, so she opens her eyes slowly.
The room is mostly dark, only a dim, yellow light over the door directly in front of her. Her cheek rests on the cot and she’s slowly realizing that she is naked. She lifts her head to get a better look around the room…only her head doesn’t move.
She swallows and exhales slowly.
She wiggles her fingers, but gets no movement from them either. She tries to move, roll, turn…anything…and she stays still as when she had been unconscious.
She can’t move.
At all.
Not even a little.
Panic trills up her spine and her heart races. Can’t move is bad. Can’t move is very bad. Her breath catches as the door opens and a man moves into the room. He’s big from what she can see, tall and broad.
He doesn’t speak at first, just stands there, looking at her.
When he does finally say something, his voice is soft, almost tender. “Hello, Parker. My name is Maxwell Bromwell. I believe you came looking for me.” He moves closer, a rustle of clothing and shadow blocking out the light. His hand touches her, big and hot on the round of her naked ass, possessive and too gentle for the fear it pulls from her. She knows enough about this guy to expect…well, she’s not exactly sure, but she knows he’s going to hurt her. A lot.
His hand caresses over her, dips between her thighs, strokes over her sides and then up to her face. “The drugs will keep you still for a while longer. I want you to learn that your every breath from this point forward depends upon my wishing it to be so.”
