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To say that Lucille capture had been a bit hard would be an incredible understatement. The moment that her kidnapper had wrapped his strong arm around her neck, she'd grabbed onto it, doubled forward, launched him right off her back & onto the hard concrete below them without so much as breaking a sweat. She'd taken the opening & tried to run away soon after that, but had been caught instantly. This time, she could do nothing else but kick & scream, for they'd already handcuffed her wrists as if a criminal. Still, she'd landed plenty of hits on the men with her feet… it was the sort of thing that made her wish she'd worn heels instead of flats. Only those that'd tried to take advantage of her, which only were a few, knew how deep of a wound those things could make. She wasn't just daddy's little girl.
In the end, Lucille had managed to hurt someone's back, ribcage, dislocate something & possibly blind someone else. It wasn't the best she'd done, but she was willing to take it. Especially since she had been completely tied up by that point & had no way of causing anymore damage. Damn.
A few hours later, she found herself inside a plane. How she got there, she had no idea. Everything had been confusing from the moment they'd shoved her into a car & taken off. She couldn't quite remember what had happened, but figured that she'd remember soon enough. For now, there was nothing she could do but sit with the other people around her. There weren't many, just a few. From the looks of it, they were about her age.
'Why are they doing this?' Lucille thought, her lovely face looking a little sad--not at all the face of someone who'd wished to use her heels to stab someone just hours ago. Just then, a fight could be heard just outside the room that contained them. & before she had a chance to wonder whether someone was going to rescue them or if the idiots were just fighting, a young woman burst into the room. The mysterious girl revealed her mark & that was the only thing she needed.
Lucille caught the bag that was tossed at her, putting it on in a flash & followed after people. She didn't even care that she was wearing a dress--she wanted out. So, she jumped.
In the end, Lucille had managed to hurt someone's back, ribcage, dislocate something & possibly blind someone else. It wasn't the best she'd done, but she was willing to take it. Especially since she had been completely tied up by that point & had no way of causing anymore damage. Damn.
A few hours later, she found herself inside a plane. How she got there, she had no idea. Everything had been confusing from the moment they'd shoved her into a car & taken off. She couldn't quite remember what had happened, but figured that she'd remember soon enough. For now, there was nothing she could do but sit with the other people around her. There weren't many, just a few. From the looks of it, they were about her age.
'Why are they doing this?' Lucille thought, her lovely face looking a little sad--not at all the face of someone who'd wished to use her heels to stab someone just hours ago. Just then, a fight could be heard just outside the room that contained them. & before she had a chance to wonder whether someone was going to rescue them or if the idiots were just fighting, a young woman burst into the room. The mysterious girl revealed her mark & that was the only thing she needed.
Lucille caught the bag that was tossed at her, putting it on in a flash & followed after people. She didn't even care that she was wearing a dress--she wanted out. So, she jumped.