Victoria was debating on whether or not her latest victim would actually be useful to her she had just met him in the bar next to this roach infest motel they had just check into courtesy of him of course. She pushed her long brown wavy hair behind her ear as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She could use a guy around to help her move bodies, she had done it all alone for the past three years and she had been looking for help and he seemed to fit what she had been looking for. The only question she had left was could she actually pull off having a hostage or would it make her more venerable? She fixed her eyeliner up a bit and then thought for a few more moments as she lend over the sink. She finally made up her mind as she exited the bathroom.

“Daven is it?” she smiled to the young looking adult that was in the room with her “You got any close friends or family?” she smirked a bit a smirk that would catch any guys attention and she knew it. Before the guy could answer she pulled out her gun and pointed it straight at his head. “I suggest you answer the question and don’t make any sudden movements sweetheart, cause I won’t hesitate.” She said, her voice going from sweet to dark and full of intent.

Devan wasn't too sure if he'd be awarded for taking a girl to a luxurious resort just for a quick bang. No, in fact, he was pretty sure he couldn't do worse if he had tried. He looked around the small, dark room he was in, noticing the torn wallpaper in the joint and mentally crining. Banging on a single buck was probably not the best idea he had, but he can't just buy a girl drinks all night and then go to a five-star hotel right after - he wasn't wealthy by any means.

The young man sat up from his back on the bed as he heard some tell-tale signs that Victoria was finally leaving the bathroom after cleaning up. Personally, this was one of the more awkward moments in life one could have. I mean, you just obviously had sex with someone you don't plan on befriending nor seeing ever again, so what can you talk about now that the deed is done? But, Devan was experienced in this field, and would find a topic they could both enjoy. That, or go to sleep.

Devan sat, leaning his body to the side as Victoria left the bathroom. He wore a smug smirk on his face.

"Daven is it?" she asked him with a smile. "You got any close friends or family?"

A raised eyebrow came from Devan in the mere moments before she would pull a weapon on him. He was assuming what he thought to be the worse at the time. Did she want something more than a one night stand? He desperately hoped not. This situation is already awkward enough, why is she making it worse by wanting more than they both knew this was going to be? Devan's mind was soon set at ease about that situation as she pulled a gun on him.

“I suggest you answer the question and don’t make any sudden movements sweetheart, cause I won’t hesitate.”

Now, Devan did everything you would expect from someone who was being threatened with a gun. One, he dropped his smug look and replaced it with a huge frown. Two, his heart stopped for just a minute. And three, he instinctively raised his hands slowly. However, Devan also did some serious thinking and deducing.

Lets review the situation:

-Devan was with a girl in a remote hotel.
-Devan has laid with said girl.
-Said girl has now pulled a gun on him.
-Said girl was, most likely, an infamous murderer who went by the name of "Ice".

Devan realized that he should've stopped this. He should've paid heed to the newscasts about men being murdered by her, and he should've thought with his big head, not his small one. Now, there was actually a reason why he doubted this was just any other random girl who was to make it look like Ice herself and that was the tattoo on her ankle he noticed that said 'Ice bitch'. While the news never mentioned the tattoo, one could only assume. Now that he thought about it, that should've been a giant indicator of who she was, but again, he was thinking with the wrong head.

Devan already recognized the situation. Tonight would be the night Devan Matthews was fucked... in both ways. She was going to kill him and be on her way, just like she had been doing for quite some time now. "I... I only have my parents, who live in another state...." he answered, though wasn't sure why he did. It wasn't like he'd be rewarded for living if he did. It should be noted that although he answered to the gun in his face, he didn't do so in a scared-shitless fashion.

Devan Matthews wouldn't die like a pussy.

Victoria smirked a bit only parents she thought to herself, the only thing left was how she would get him to stay around then it hit her. She kept the gun pointed at him as she walked to the dresser and grabbed a bracelet like object from her purse careful not to let him out of her eye sight. She knew every trick in the book, she had been doing this for three years and she had study guys watched how they escaped even went as far as play twisted head games with them to see how they’d react. She had kept a hostage before for a few weeks and by the end of it she had him scared to death to even move.

She grabbed his wrist harshly with her free hand watching his every movement he made, every small twitch and blink as she quickly snapped the bracelet onto his wrist and clicked it closed, which caused it to lock, the only way he could get it off is if she unlocked it, similar to a handcuff but much more secure. Finally after she was done she stepped away from him and slipped her gun in her belt buckle behind her.

“I’m sure you’ve figured out who I am by now.” She stated plainly “If not your pretty fucking stupid. “She smirked. “You wanna run, go head the doors right their, but you run and I’ll find you, and I’ll kill you.” Her words were stained with intent “That bracelet is a tracker, for house arrest, don’t worry about how I got it just know it’s water proof, fire proof and bullet proof.” She smirked “I’ll find you, so go ahead..” she paused “Run” she whispered in a dark yet playfully flirty tone as if to taunt him.

She started to pack up her things making sure to clean her finger prints off everything. “You wanna stick around, then you just earned yourself to position of being my fake brother, you get to help me out.” She said calmly as if offering him a harmless job, but it was anything but harmless. “it’s your choice…Life…or…Death.” She said slowly to really let it sink in

Devan only curiously watched as she made her way to a dressor and grabbed what appeared to be a bracelet. His gaze was now cautious, as she began approaching him and, even though he could've used this simple opportunity to disarm her and save himself, he let her have her way with his wrist and watched as he now had a new accessory. Well, maybe he'd look just that much better in the coffin.

He kept his glance down, away from hers as she spoke, trying his best to not respond in any way that would entice her to off him just yet. Guess he was delaying the inevitable. What he learned was that this thing he now wore wasn't just any simple bracelet, but a means to track him down if he decided to run off. That didn't really surprise him, of course she'd have a way to play with her new pet. What did is that she didn't just simply tell him that he was a hostage, but that he would be her 'brother' and he was allowed to 'help her out' whatever that meant. It didn't sound like his cup of joe, but then again, being killed didn't either.

If only he weren't so chivalrous. His personality was..... contradictory at best. On one hand, he would never purposely hit a woman, as seen with his inability to just take her down and end this whole affair. On the other..... he didn't have any qualms about fucking them one night and never seeing them again. What a weird man he was. But, his choice was already decided and he would now have to voice it. "I guess I have no choice." he finally said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. He really wasn't the kind of man who enjoys carnage, but he was forced into this position.