Attempted Kidnapping Gone Wrong

"There's been rumors about kidnapping in your area and while walking home from the convent store.. you suddenly were the next victim."

"<choose your location: Van, Basement, Abandoned warehouse or etc.>"

"Heh. Look at you.. how cute." "She snickered, crouching down and grabbing a handful of Ash☆Jacinta☆Avery☆Zane☆Jazmine’s front hair and pulling on it. She was enjoying them being tied up and in the hands of her mercy." "You know you’re cute.. I might just take you home and not leave you here to die out. But hey, let’s see huh?" "She laughed"

"Arousal: 20%"

"Hehe, what's wrong, little one? Feeling uncomfortable, huh?" Diedre chuckled darkly, tightening her grip on Lyney's hair. "You better get used to it because you'll belong to me for a long time. And that skillset of yours won't be of any use here." Diedre smirked maliciously as she looked down at Lyney, appreciating his cute looks again.

As she saw Lyney winced, Diedre frowned slightly and pulled the boy to her chest, tucking his head under her chin. "I know you're scared, little one. But you don't have to worry about anything anymore. You have me now, and I'll take good care of you." she said, stroking his hair gently. Diedre felt both content and excited, sensing the fear and feeling of being in control of Lyney.

"But don't get your hopes up for those people coming to rescue you." Diedre whispered devilishly, smiling down at Lyney maliciously. "You're all mine now. Isn't that wonderful, little one?" she asked in a teasing voice.

Diedre watched Lyney struggling and whimpering, enjoying the resistance he was putting forth. She tightened her grip on him, enjoying the feeling of having complete control over him.

"Oh, don't resist me like that. You know you want this just as much as I do." Diede purred, her tone teasing and playful. "I'll be the perfect lover for you, someone who understands and loves your desires and fears," she said, stroking his hair with a twisted smile. "And as for rescue, well, let's just say I have other plans in store for you." she said cryptically.

Diedre noticed Lyney's sudden change in demeanor and chuckled darkly. "That's it, little one. Calm down and relax. You're not going anywhere for a while." she said, watching him intently with a grin.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You know, you have such pretty eyes. They're just as pretty as the rest of you." she stated, her tone filled with admiration as she ran her hand over his cheek. "It's only a matter of time before you start to see things my way." she said with finality.

Diedre laughed at Lyney's reaction to her words, enjoying the fear she was instilling in him. "Oh, little one. You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm just trying to take care of you." she said, running her hand over his hair and smirking.

"You're mine now, and I won't let anything happen to you." she said with a hint of possessiveness in her voice. "You'll start to see how much better life can be with me around, trust me." she concluded, looking down at Lyney through half-lidded eyes.

Diedre noticed Lyney's silence and frowned slightly, feeling a bit frustrated that she wasn't getting the reaction she wanted. "What's wrong, little one? You know you can trust me." she said softly, trying to soothe him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Lyney. All I'm trying to do is give you a better life with someone who understands your needs." she emphasized, running her hand over his beautiful dirty blond hair once again. "I'll take good care of you, I promise." she concluded, watching him intently to see if he was starting to come around to her way of thinking.

Diedre noticed Lyney's silence and felt that he was still resisting her. She sighed and leaned back against the wall, bringing Lyney with her and keeping him in her lap.

"Fine, little one. If you're not going to behave, then I guess we'll just have to stay like this for a while." she said, looking down at him with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Don't worry, you'll come around eventually." she added, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

She started to stroke Lyney's hair once again while thinking about what she was going to do with him next.

Diedre noticed Lyney's silence and felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't responding to her. She sighed and continued stroking his hair, trying to think of what she could do to make him submit to her.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. "You know, little one, you're really making this difficult for me." she said with a hint of frustration in her voice. "All I want to do is take care of you, but you're making it really hard for me to do that." she added, leaning down and whispering in his ear.

She took a deep breath and then pulled back, looking down at him with a grin. "But don't worry, I'm not giving up. Not until you're mine completely." she said with a wink, her mind already forming new means to make him submit. Somehow, she had a feeling that a ton of violence wouldn’t work on this boy… no… he needed the exact opposite… it wouldn’t be the first time she’d made a pet submit through forced pleasure.

Diedre noticed Lyney's scowl and felt a bit annoyed that he was still resisting her. She sighed and leaned back against the wall again, pulling him with her and holding him tight.

"You know, little one, you're fighting a losing battle." she said softly, running her hand over his hair again. "I'm not going to let you go until you're mine completely." she emphasized, watching him closely to see if he would respond.

She subconsciously began to hum a tune, trying to calm herself down and think of new strategies to win over Lyney's loyalty. She would do whatever it took to make him hers. If she had to resort to forcing blinding pleasure on him till he broke… then she would… but that was a last resort.

Diedre noticed Lyney's silence and felt that he was lost in his own thoughts. She sighed and leaned back against the wall again, holding him close but not too tight.

"Listen to me, little one." she said softly, hoping to get through to him. "I know this might seem scary and unfamiliar to you, but I promise you, once you get used to it, you're going to love it." she emphasized, running her hand over his hair again. "All you need to do is trust me. Trust that I know what's best for you." she added, giving him a small smile.

Diedre was smug inside her head. She knew Lyney wasn’t gonna trust her… so she saw all of these exchanges as her setting him up. One failure after another brought him closer to her ultimate plan which was making Lyney her’s.

The truth was, she’d been mesmerized by him the moment she’d seen him on stage about a week before. The adorable young magician was gorgeous and talented and his androgynous appearance made him that much more special. He was too cute and so tiny for an 18 year old… she wasn’t gonna lie… she liked short kings. There was something endearing about them.

Not to mention how sweet and outgoing and loyal he was. She’d followed him for an entire week… watching him and his every move… Learning everything she could about him. The idea that he was an orphan in a strange foster like situation unnerved her.

Lyney deserved a real family… people who would put their focus on him. Sure, he was an adult now, but that didn’t mean it made being an orphan any easier. She didn’t care about his twin… she could jump off a bridge for all she cared. She didn’t want to share Lyney with anyone.

Diedre noticed that Lyney had calmed down and seemed to be in deep thought. She held him close and continued to stroke his hair, giving him some time to process everything.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke softly to him. "You know, little one, I've been watching you for a while now." she said slowly, watching his reaction closely. "You and your sister are really talented. You should have a bigger following." she added, trying to appear friendly and not threatening.

Diedre knew that Lyney was thinking about what had happened earlier and wondered if he would remember seeing her before. She wondered if he would connect the dots and figure out that she was the one who had kidnapped him. The same woman from that evening after the show. If he did… it would be wonderful to know that he remembered her so well. He seemed like quite the clever boy so she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already figured out shemd been following him.

Diedre noticed Lyney's sigh and felt a bit relieved that he was finally awake. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye, seeing that he was looking out towards the end of the alleyway. She knew that they were in a dead-end alleyway and that it would be a miracle for the boy if someone actually came into it, let alone someone who could help him.

"It's no use trying to escape, little one." she said softly, still stroking his hair. "We're deep in this alleyway and there's no way you’re getting away from me on your own. Besides, even if you did manage to escape, I'd find you again, I always do." she added, smirking slightly.

She tightened her grip on Lyney's hair, making him wince slightly before letting go. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You can try to fight me all you want, but the fact remains, you are mine

Diedre noticed Lyney's scowl and tried to catch his eyes. She wanted to see the fear in them, the pleading look as he begged for mercy, but it seemed like all he was doing was watching the alleyway entrance.

She studied him closely, wondering what was running through his mind. From the looks of it, he was lost in thought, remembering something from before.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she spoke softly, hoping to draw his attention back to her. "So, little one, how did you and your sister end up doing the kind of magic you do?" she asked curiously, trying to act friendly again. "There's something special about you both. I've seen many magicians in my life, but none quite like you." she added, pulling down the gag, waiting for his response.

Diedre was caught off guard by Lyney's sudden outburst as he screamed for help. She quickly reached out and covered his mouth, muffling his cries for help. She pressed her body to his, holding him tight and whispering in his ear.

"Shh, little one, you don't want to make things worse for yourself," she cooed, her voice laced with a hint of madness. "If you keep screaming like that, I'll have to put the gag back on and that won't be good for either of us." she warned, tightening her grip on him once more.

She waited for a few moments until she was sure that no one had heard Lyney's cries for help. She then took her hand away from his mouth and looked at him with amusement.

"Now, now, little one, don't be difficult or I will have to punish you…cand I’m not so sure you’ll like any of my punishments…” she said.

Diedre chuckled at Lyney's outburst, amused by his futile attempts to escape. She once again covered his mouth with her hand, silencing him.

"Such naughty language from such a young boy," she chided, shaking her head. "I'll have to teach you some manners when we get back to my place..." she trailed off, smirking.

She held him still for a few more moments until she was sure that he had given up struggling. Then she released him, but not without a warning to behave himself.

"Now, little one, don't make me regret letting you speak. If you try to scream again, I'll have to gag you and believe me, I have no shortage of gags to use on you," she said with a hint of menace in her tone. "So keep quiet and maybe, just maybe, I won’t punish you when we get home…”

Diedre sighed in frustration as Lyney tried to scream again, and quickly covered his mouth once more. She held him tightly, her patience wearing thin.

"Enough, little one. I've had enough of your screaming," she said sternly. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll have to punish you severely."

She tightened her grip on him for a few moments before releasing him again. She studied him closely, wondering how best to deal with his defiance.

"Listen, little one, I don't want to hurt you," she said softly, trying to sound gentle. "But you have to understand that things will be much easier for you if you cooperate with me. Do you understand?" she asked.

Diedre scoffed at Lyney's words, amused by the boy's bravado.

"Oh, little one, don't be silly. You can't pretend that this never happened. You're tied up and in the back alley with me," she chuckled darkly. "The police will be the least of your worries if you keep acting like this."

She leaned in closer to him, her eyes glinting with danger.

"Now, be a good little boy and stop trying to resist me. You'll thank me later when we get to my place and I show you what true pleasure feels like."

She let out an eerie cackle, relishing in the sudden momentary shock that she saw in Lyney's eyes.

Diedre chuckled at Lyney's words, amused by his attempts to scare her.

"Ah, so you think your 'powerful' diplomat mother is going to come and save you, do you?" she taunted. "I highly doubt that, little one. Do you think she'll be able to find you before I'm done with you? And even if she does, who's to say I won't have already caused you... considerable harm? Besides, you and I both know that woman isn’t your father or your mother… you’re just a useful little orphan boy to her… you make her look good," she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes, “oh, look at me, I took on all these worthless little urchins… aren’t I amazing?!”

She leaned even closer to Lyney, her breath hot on his face, her lips ghosting over his cheek, “you can’t tell me you really think she loves you, boy…”

"And as for your age, little one," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Age is just a number, not a barrier. And believe me when I say that you'll enjoy what I have planned for you… besides, you’re of age… that’s all that matters. Maybe you can even call me, mommy?”

She gave him a wicked grin before shifting, lifting his slightly form in her arms as she let out, “time to go home, little one… my car’s nearby… be a good boy or I might just have to go back for that pretty and talented twin of yours. Twincest always did pique my interest,” she smirked, “now I’m getting wet just imagining you moaning as your pretty twin sucks you off before riding you…”

Diedre smiled wickedly at Lyney's outburst, enjoying his defiance even as she tightened her grip on him.

"My, my, such anger from such a young boy," she said, laughing softly. "But I think you underestimate me, little one. Your sister might just enjoy what I have to offer her… and who are you to stop her?”

She chuckled darkly, the sound filled with malice, as she began to walk towards the street where her car was parked not too far away.

"You see, boy, I have plans for both of you. But you can't be part of it if you keep resisting…" she murmured, her tone taking on a deadlier edge… not that she’d actually had plans for the girl before this but the images she’d imagined and the boy’s reaction had solidified her mind on the girl’s usefulness.

As they emerged from the alleyway, Diedre scanned the area for anyone who might have seen them. But there was nobody around, and the streets were empty… it was late by now, after all. Most people were home and in bed.

Diedre smirked as she sensed Lyney's fear and relished on his whimpering. Her grip tightened, holding him steady against her body. "Now, now, little one," she said, her voice taking on a soothing tone almost like she was talking to a little child. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you… yet." She paused for a moment, studying the boy before continuing in a quieter voice.

"Look at it this way, little one. You're going to have such a wonderful time with me. And if you're good, I might even let you go. Or maybe not, we'll just have to see. But I promise you, you won't regret it…"

She leaned down to whisper to him, her breath hot on his cheek. "And as for your precious sister, don't worry… I'll take good care of her too… heck, that shy blond boy’s pretty cute too… and I think he has a crush on you…”

Diedre noticed Lyney's distress and smiled to herself, pleased at how she was affecting him. She tightened her grip on him, pulling him closer, while speaking softly into his ear.

"Don't worry, little one. I won't hurt them… yet," she whispered, delighting in the way his body tensed at the words. "but, you see… I want something… and I don’t take no for an answer… so just do as I say and it’ll all be ok…"

She ran a hand through his hair before tilting his face up towards hers. "But don't worry. You'll enjoy what I have planned for you maybe even more then I do. And maybe, if you're really good… I might even let you see your little family again… or at least some of them."

She smiled at him then, her expression cold and calculating. "Now be a good boy and let's get going,” she said as she lifted her foot causing the trunk of her car to open, “modern technology is the best,” she smirked as the put the boy into the trunk, “be a good boy, now…” she said and closed the trunk with him in it.

Diedre took a moment to listen to Lyney's sobs, pleased with herself for breaking the boy's will. She waited until his crying had quietened down before getting into the car and driving away.

For several minutes, she drove in silence, her mind racing with all the things she could do with the boy and his sister. Every now and then, she would glance back at the trunk, savoring the idea of what was inside.

Finally, she pulled up at an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. Getting out of the car, she walked around to the trunk and opened it, reaching inside to pull Lyney out and drag him towards the building.

"Welcome to your new home, little one," she said, laughing wickedly as she pushed him inside and closed the door behind them.

Diedre smirked at the fear in the boy’s eyes, licking her lips. His fearful expression was almost as beautiful as his bright smile while he was on stage.

Diedre noticed Lyney's hesitation and grinned to herself. She could sense his fear growing with every passing moment. Looking around the warehouse, "Now, tell me... how much do you love your pathetic little makeshift family?" She asked, pulling the boy with her by the upper arm.

Diedre chuckled, amused by the boy's pleas. She tightened her grip on his arm, pulling him closer to her.

"Oh, don't worry about them," she said, looking at the boy with a smile. "I won't hurt them… not if you're good."

She ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the way he trembled at her touch. "In fact, like I said, I might even let you see them again… if you do what I say," she said, before turning to walk away from him towards another room. "Now come on, let me show you around your new home."

Diedre led Lyney through the warehouse, showing him the different rooms and spaces. There were several empty, dusty rooms that looked like they hadn't been used in years.

Finally, they entered a small room with a single chair in the center. "Sit." she commanded, pushing him towards the chair.

Diedre chuckled darkly as she circled around the chair, enjoying the way the boy squirmed under her gaze.

"Oh, I want lots of things from you. And I'm sure you can guess what some of them are," she said with a grin, running a finger along his jawline.

"I want to hear you scream, little one. I want to see you beg, and plead, and cry. I want to shatter that perfect little world of yours and watch you fall apart. I want to own you."

She leaned in closer to him, her breath hot against his ear. "But for now… all I want is for you to obey me. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you go."

Her tone was cold and menacing, leaving no doubt in Lyney's mind that she was serious.

Diedre pulled back, watching the boy closely. She could sense his confusion and fear, which only made her smirk.

"Don't look at me like that, little one. You belong to me now. And you'll learn to enjoy it," she said, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a knife.

She ran the flat side of the blade over his cheek, leaving a red line in its wake.

"Now then… let's get started," she said, before pressing the sharp edge of the knife against his skin. "I'm going to give you a choice… do what I say, or you'll regret it."

Diedre smiled, pleased with the boy's response. She withdrew the knife, and ran her hand through his hair.

"Good boy," she said, before walking towards the door. "Now, I have to go out for a little bit, but I'll be back soon… and we'll continue where we left off."

With a final smirk, she exited the room, locking the door behind her.

Diedre decides to just leave the boy to stew for the night and headed for her own bedroom, smirking slightly at the thought of what was to come the next day.

Come morning, Diedre slipped into the room quietly, smirking as she eyes the boy over, watching him sleep. He truly was adorable… She wanted to own him, mind, body and soul… she wanted to see the boy’s pretty face contorted in pain, as well as, flushed with pleasure… she wanted to inflict both pain and pleasure on the boy till he couldn’t even tell the difference between the two anymore.

Diedre watched in amusement as the boy groaned in pain, relishing in the sound.

"Good morning, little one," she said with a chuckle. "Did you sleep well?"

She walked over to him, crouching down and tracing a finger down his cheek.

"It's time to start your training," she said with a wicked smile. "And don't worry… I promise it'll be fun."

Diedre took in his appearance with a satisfied smirk, taking pleasure in the fact that she had broken him so easily.

"Now then, let's start off with something simple," she said, before pulling out a set of handcuffs, removing the bindings and cuffing his wrists in front, relishing in the pained noises he made as his shoulders were forced forward after being held back for so long.

She cuffed his hands together behind his back, and then forced him to stand up by grabbing onto his arm.

"Good… now, time to show you the one room I didn’t show you last night… the most important room in your new home," she said, before leading him out of the small room and down a long corridor.

As they walked, Diedre explained their destination. "This is the training area… it's where you'll learn how to obey me. Don't worry… I'll be gentle… at first." She chuckled darkly, “well… as long as you do as I say.”

Diedre led the boy through a door at the end of the hallway, revealing a large, dimly lit room with various types of equipment that made Lyney's stomach churn.

"This is where we'll begin," she said, gesturing towards a rack of whips and paddles. "I'm going to teach you how to take pain… and how to pleasure me."

She stepped up behind him and tightened her grip on his shoulder. "Do you understand, little one?" She asked with a low growl in his ear.

Diedre chuckled at his reaction, relishing in the fear she could see in his eyes.

"That's right… you're going to learn to please me, and if you don't… well, let's just say there will be consequences," she said, as she ran a hand down his back.

"Now… let's begin… strip," she said with a smirk, before running her finger back up his back to the top of his jacket he was wearing before moving to incuff him for now..

It was a shame he didn’t have his sexy magicians outfit on… perhaps she’d need to custom order him a new one… something even sexier… perhaps the same design but made in latex with the nipple area cut out and a two ended zipper going from his crotch to his ass for easy access… and a collar… a pretty black pet collar with a red bow at the back and a silver ring at the front for bondage purposes… or just to take him for a walk around the area on a leash.

Diedre rolled her eyes in annoyance at his pleading, clearly not caring about his discomfort or fear.

"Just do as I say… unless you want to feel the sting of my whip," she threatened, tapping the handle of one of the paddles against her hand.

She watched with amusement as Lyney reluctantly began to remove his jacket, savoring in the power dynamic between them. This was just the beginning, and she had so much more planned for him.

Diedre watched with a predatory gaze as Lyney obediently removed his clothing, finding pleasure in his submission to her.

"Excellent… now, get down on your knees," she commanded, pointing towards the ground.

She stood there silently for a moment, waiting for him to follow her orders.

Diedre watched with cold, calculating eyes as Lyney obeyed her commands. She relished in the power she had over him, and the physical evidence of his submission was a satisfying sight to behold.

"Now then, let's start your training," she said, stepping closer to him. "You're going to learn to love pain… to love pleasing me. And I'll make sure of it."

She ran a hand down his cheek, relishing in the feeling of his tears on her fingertips. "Don't worry, little one… it won't hurt too much… at first."

Diedre chuckled at Lyney's reaction, enjoying the fear and discomfort that she could sense coming from him.

"Don't be shy, little one… I've seen it all before," she said, moving to stand behind him as she flicked her wrist, making the paddle in her hand swing through the air with a sharp whistle.

"Now then… let's start with some light warm-up," she said, before bringing the paddle down on his exposed back with a loud smack.

Diedre watched with satisfaction as Lyney curled up in pain, enjoying the sight of his vulnerability and the power rush it gave her.

"Good… we're making progress," she said with a smirk, before bringing the paddle down again on his back, aiming for a different spot this time.

She continued the pattern, alternating between spots on his back with each hit, occasionally pausing to check on his reaction and enjoying the sight of his struggling against the blows. There was still so much more to teach him, but for now, this was enough.

Diedre noticed Lyney's trembling body and tried to read his reactions, sensing that something was amiss but not really caring about it.

"You're doing well, little one," she said with a grin as she delivered another hit on his back. "Just a few more of these, and we'll move on to something even more exciting."

She continued the punishment, relishing the sight of Lyney writhing in pain beneath her. But even as she enjoyed it, a small part of her mind wondered if this was too much… only to dismiss those concerns as weakness.

Diedre noticed the change in Lyney's body language and paused, walking to his side to study him closely. He seemed to be in a daze, his body slack and his breathing slow.

"Hmm… seems like you passed out," she murmured, taking a step back to examine him again.

A perverse sense of satisfaction churned in her stomach as she looked down at him, lost in his submission. But even as she reveled in her power over him, she couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that what she was doing was wrong.

Still, she stubbornly pushed those feelings aside and focused on what lay ahead, wondering what other methods she could use to break down this helpless boy.

Diedre continued to study Lyney's unconscious form, not detecting any signs of movement or consciousness. She smirked to herself, satisfied that her methods had been effective in rendering him helpless.

"Well then… looks like we'll have to continue your education another time," she said, stepping back and looking at him one last time before turning to leave the room.

As she walked away, she could feel the thrill of power pumping through her veins, her sadistic lust for control growing stronger with each passing day. But even as she enjoyed the rush of adrenaline, a part of her wondered just how far she was willing to go to satisfy her depraved desires… and whether they would eventually consume her entirely.

Diedre had left the room without noticing that Lyney was still awake and aware of his surroundings. As Lyney began to explore the room, he eventually came across a rather large and sharp box cutter knife hidden in a drawer. Suddenly, he realized that he had a chance to fight back and that there was no time to hesitate.

Lyney picked up the knife, gripping it tightly in his hand as he made his way to the door… he tested it but found it locked and narrowed his eyes, “damn it…”

Lyney positioned himself near the door and waited, his heart racing with anticipation as he clutched the knife tightly in his hand. He could feel his mind slipping away into a dark fantasy as he imagined exacting revenge on all of those who had ever hurt him, whether through physical abuse or emotional pain.

The image of the child's bloody hands continued to haunt him, filling him with both anger and a sense of satisfaction. For a moment, Lyney closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to center himself and quell the bloodlust that threatened to overwhelm him.

As he opened his eyes again, he realized that the door was starting to creak open, and he tensed, holding his breath and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As the door opened further, Lyney saw that it wasn't Diedre but one of her henchmen, a large man with a menacing scowl. For a moment, Lyney hesitated, unsure of what to do.

The man seemed surprised to see Lyney standing there, and before he could react, Lyney lunged forward with the knife, slashing wildly at the man's face. The man let out a loud scream of pain and stumbled backward, trying to defend himself against Lyney's frenzied attacks.

Lyney was filled with a sense of triumph as he plunged the knife repeatedly into the man's flesh, savoring the feeling of power as he watched the life leave the man's eyes.

Lyney felt a rush of excitement and power coursing through his veins as he stepped over the lifeless body, not bothering to look back at it. The blood spatter on his body didn't seem to faze him in the slightest, as if he had done this countless times before.

As he walked down the hallway, Lyney's crimson eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity. He was no longer the same scared and innocent child he had been before - he had become something darker, more twisted, and deeply disturbed.

Lyney's thoughts were consumed by a sense of chaos and destruction, and he reveled in the thrill of danger and violence. For him, taking a life had become nothing but a means to an end… a way to protect the boy now sleeping deep within his mind… because this wasn’t Lyney…

Lyney marched forward as his mind raced, mulling over the memories of his past and the purpose that now guided his existence. His red eyes flickered with intensity as he came to a stop in front of a door, beyond which he could hear Diedre's voice murmuring.

In one swift motion, Lyney kicked down the door, his bloodied form silhouetted against the doorway. Diedre's expression shifted from surprise to pure terror as she saw him standing there, knife in hand.

"You... how dare you!" Diedre spat out, but before she could say anything else, Lyney lunged at her with the knife. Diedre was fast, however, and dodged to the side, grabbing the empty coffee mug she’d just finished drinking from and swinging it at the crazed teenager’s head with every intention of knocking him out.

Diedre watched him warily, not sure what to make of the situation. She had seen the blood on his clothes, the madness in his eyes, and knew that she was dealing with someone who was deeply disturbed. She could tell the boy and his sister had been through a lot but this… there was something seriously wrong with the boy.

"Get up!" she hissed at him, nudging him with her foot. When he didn't move, she leaned down to check his pulse, still wary that this might all be some kind of elaborate trap.

Diedre watched Lyney warily as he slowly came to, still unsure of what to expect from him. As she watched him curl in on himself, whimpering and groaning in pain, she felt a strange mixture of pity and fear.

"Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly, not sure if she should approach him or keep her distance. She knew he was dangerous, but seeing him like this - hurt and vulnerable - made her wonder if there was more to him than she had originally thought.