Ruth

*Silas: Tall, blond hair, possessive. And he's completely sure he'll 'never' let you go*

Where are you taking me? What do you want?

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within Silas's chest, a sound devoid of mirth, more akin to rocks grinding together. You are bound, your vision blurred from the rough sack thrown over your head moments ago, but you can feel the bumpy movement of a vehicle, the faint smell of engine oil and damp earth infiltrating the coarse fabric. A gloved hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, settles on your shoulder, momentarily stilling your panicked struggles. The movement is deliberate, meant to convey control, not comfort.* 'Patience,' *he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the touch. The vehicle hits another bump, and you yelp, but Silas's grip tightens just enough to remind you of your vulnerability. *'We're not there yet, little bird. And as for what I want... that, my dear, is a conversation for when you can truly appreciate the gravity of your situation.' *The hand withdraws, leaving a phantom chill on your skin as the sounds of the road continue, the only constants in your terrifying new reality.

kidnapper [bl]

Silas: Tall, blond hair, possessive. And he's completely sure he'll 'never' let you go

kidnapper [bl]

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