silly kidnapper loses two fingers and her prey

"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 ABEL’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%"

"Alissa's expression softens, a hint of sympathy flickering in her eyes as she listens to your words." "I understand, Seth. It must be scary to feel like you're all alone." "She reaches out, gently cupping your cheek in her hand." "But you're not alone anymore. You have me." "Her touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the situation you find yourself in." "And I promise, I'll take care of you." "She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss." "Just relax and let me show you how good it can be."

"Alissa gasps in surprise as you bite her finger, a flicker of pain crossing her features before being replaced by a wicked grin." "Well, well, looks like someone's got some bite." "She pulls her hand away, inspecting the small droplet of blood on her fingertip with amusement." "I like that, Seth. I like it a lot." "Her gaze meets yours, a dangerous glint in her eyes." "But just remember, darling, biting only makes me want you more." "She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear." "So why don't you stop fighting and let me show you how good it can be?"

"Alissa's eyes widen slightly at your threat, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flashing across her features." "My, my, Seth, you certainly are full of surprises." "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper." "But I have a feeling you wouldn't want to hurt me... not when you see what I have to offer." "Her fingers trail lightly along your jawline, her touch sending shivers down your spine." "So why don't you relax and let me take care of you? I promise, you won't regret it."

"Alissa raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by your sudden change in demeanor." "Oh? And what might that be, Seth?" "She leans in closer, her gaze locking with yours, anticipation flickering in her eyes." "Tell me, what could possibly make you not want to hurt me?"

"Alissa's lips curl into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement at your proposition." "Ah, but where's the fun in that, Seth?" "She leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin." "You see, darling, I have other plans for you. Plans that involve a lot more... excitement." "Her fingers trail lightly along your chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body." "So why don't you relax and let me take care of you? I promise, you won't regret it."

"Alissa's smile falters slightly at your harsh words, but she quickly regains her composure, her gaze narrowing with determination." "Oh, Seth, such language. You're only making this harder on yourself." "She moves closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper." "But don't worry, darling. I like a challenge." "Her fingers trail down your chest, her touch tantalizing and irresistible." "So why don't you relax and let me show you how good it can be?"

"Alissa's expression darkens, a hint of frustration flickering in her eyes at your refusal to submit." "Fine, Seth. Have it your way." "She steps back, her gaze cold and calculating as she assesses the situation." "But just remember, darling, resistance only makes it more fun for me." "With a flick of her wrist, she tightens the ropes binding you to the post, ensuring your escape is out of the question." "Now then, let's see how long that stubbornness of yours lasts." "She smirks, a predatory glint in her eyes as she prepares to make you see things her way."

"Alissa watches you for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features at your defiance." "Stubborn to the end, huh?" "She shrugs, masking her disappointment with a nonchalant expression." "Well, if that's how you want to play it, Seth." "With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns and heads towards the basement stairs." "Enjoy your stay," "she calls over her shoulder, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement."

"Alissa descends the basement stairs once more, her steps echoing in the dimly lit space. As she approaches you, she notices your silent demeanor and the faint hint of exhaustion that clings to your form." "Well, well, look who's still holding out," "she remarks, a hint of amusement in her voice." "I have to admit, Seth, you're more resilient than I thought." "She crouches down in front of you, her gaze piercing as she studies your face." "But trust me, darling, it won't be long before you're begging for my touch." "Her fingers trail lightly along your jawline, her touch sending a shiver down your spine." "So why don't you save yourself the trouble and just give in?"

"Alissa's eyes widen in shock and pain as you sink your teeth into her finger, drawing blood and causing her to shriek in agony. She tries to pull away, hitting and slapping at your face in a futile attempt to free herself, but you refuse to release your grip. With one final chomp, you bite down hard, severing her finger and causing her to cry out in anguish."

"She staggers back, clutching her injured hand as blood gushes from the wound. Despite the pain, a dangerous glint enters her eyes as she regards you with a mixture of anger and admiration." "You little bastard," "she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice laced with both pain and respect." "You've got more fight in you than I thought." "She takes a step towards you, her remaining fingers curling into fists." "But mark my words, Seth. You'll regret this."

"Alissa's eyes narrow as she watches you spit her severed finger out, a mixture of fury and disbelief flashing across her features." "You insolent little brat," "she growls, her voice dripping with venom." "You'll pay dearly for this." "She takes a step closer, her gaze cold and calculating as she assesses the situation." "But don't worry, Seth. I have plenty of other ways to make you suffer." "With a menacing smirk, she turns and heads towards the stairs, leaving you alone in the dimly lit basement."

"Alissa descends the basement stairs once more, her steps cautious yet determined as she returns after seeking medical attention for her injured hand. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her gaze falls upon you, still bound and silent, but with a defiant glint in your eyes."

"She approaches you slowly, her hand wrapped in bandages, concealing the wound where you had bitten off her finger. Despite the pain throbbing in her hand, she maintains a facade of cold indifference."

"Well, well, well," "she murmurs, her voice laced with thinly veiled hostility." "Look who's still clinging to their stubbornness." "She crouches down in front of you, her gaze piercing as she studies your face."

"With a smirk, she reaches out with her uninjured hand and cups your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze." "But don't worry, Seth," "she whispers, her voice low and dangerous." "I'm not finished with you yet. Not by a long shot."

"Alissa's eyes widen in shock and pain as you sink your teeth into her finger once again, tearing off another digit with a vicious chomp. She recoils in agony, a guttural cry escaping her lips as blood spurts from the wound. Despite the searing pain, a fierce determination glimmers in her eyes."

"You... you little bastard," "she gasps, her voice trembling with both pain and fury." "You'll regret this, Seth. I swear it."

"She staggers back, clutching her injured hand tightly as blood drips from the fresh wound. With a glare of pure hatred, she turns and stumbles towards the stairs, leaving you alone in the darkness of the basement."

"Alissa's return to the basement is met with your mocking words, and despite the pain pulsing through her hand, a dark chuckle escapes her lips." "Oh, Seth," "she murmurs, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and resentment." "You certainly have a way with words, don't you?"

"She approaches you, her gaze cold and calculating as she assesses the situation. Despite the loss of two fingers and the throbbing pain in her hand, she remains determined to assert her dominance."

"Let's see how long that insolence of yours lasts," "she mutters under her breath, her eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity." "Because mark my words, Seth, I will break you."

"Alissa studies you for a moment, noting your silent defiance and the unyielding determination in your posture. A flicker of frustration crosses her features, but she quickly masks it with a steely resolve."

"With a sigh, she straightens up and takes a step back, her gaze never leaving your form." "Fine, Seth," "she says, her voice cold and clipped." "Have it your way." "She turns on her heel and starts to make her way back towards the stairs, her mind already whirling with plans to break your spirit."

"But deep down, beneath the facade of indifference, a sense of grudging respect begins to stir within her."

"Alissa pauses mid-step, her brow furrowing in surprise at your unexpected request. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, a faint glimmer of doubt flickering in her eyes."

"You're thirsty, huh?" "she muses, her voice tinged with skepticism." "Well, well, well, looks like someone's finally coming to their senses." "She narrows her eyes as she studies you, weighing your request against her own desires."

After a moment of silence, she lets out a sigh and nods reluctantly.* "Fine," "she concedes, her voice laced with resignation." "But don't think this changes anything, Seth. You're still mine."

With that, she turns and heads towards the stairs, leaving you alone in the dimly lit basement as she goes to fetch you some water.

"Alissa returns to the basement with a cup of water in hand, her steps echoing softly against the concrete floor. She approaches you cautiously, eyeing you warily as she offers you the cup."

"Here," "she says gruffly, holding out the cup of water towards you." "Drink up."

"Despite her rough demeanor, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she's unsure how you'll react to her small act of kindness."

"Alissa's lips curl into a sly smirk at your response, impressed by your cautiousness. Without hesitation, she takes a sip from the cup herself, making a show of swallowing the water before offering it to you once more."

"There, satisfied?" "she asks, her tone laced with amusement." "Or do you need me to dance a jig for you too?"

"She holds the cup out towards you, her gaze steady as she awaits your next move."

"Alissa's smirk widens at your unexpected request, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes." "Well, well, well," "she muses, chuckling softly." "Looks like someone's got a sense of humor after all."

With a playful twirl, she sets the cup of water aside and begins to move to an imaginary beat, her movements fluid and graceful despite the dimness of the basement. She sways and spins with a surprising lightness, her steps echoing softly against the concrete floor.*

As she dances, a genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips, a rare moment of levity in the midst of the darkness that surrounds you both.*

"Alissa's playful demeanor fades as she hears your plea, replaced once again by a steely resolve. With a nod, she sets aside her impromptu dance and picks up the cup of water, holding it out to you once more."

"Here," "she says softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sympathy." "Drink up, Seth. I won't let you die down here."

"She watches you closely as you take the cup, her gaze unwavering as she waits to see your reaction."

"Alissa watches silently as you drink the water, her expression unreadable as she observes your actions. There's a flicker of something in her eyes—perhaps a hint of compassion or understanding—but it's quickly masked by her usual stoicism."

"Once you've finished drinking, she reaches out to take the cup from you, her movements gentle yet purposeful." "You're welcome," "she murmurs, her voice softer than before." "Just remember, Seth, you're still mine."

"Alissa's eyes narrow at your bold assertion, a spark of defiance flaring within her despite your weakened state."

"Is that so?" "she retorts, her voice laced with sarcasm." "Well, aren't you just full of surprises, Seth."

She takes a step closer to you, her gaze locked with yours as she leans in, her breath warm against your skin.* "But let's not forget who's in control here," "she murmurs, her tone low and menacing." "You may have my blood in you, but I still hold the power."

"With that, she pulls away and turns on her heel, leaving you alone once more in the dimly lit basement."

"Alissa returns to the basement with a small amount of food, her steps echoing softly against the concrete floor. She approaches you cautiously, eyeing you warily as she offers you the food."

"Here," "she says gruffly, holding out the meager portion towards you." "Eat up."

"Despite her rough demeanor, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she's unsure how you'll react to her small act of kindness."

"Alissa's lips curl into a sly smirk at your sarcasm, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes." "Well, well, well," "she muses, chuckling softly." "Looks like someone's got jokes."

She sets the food down within your reach, her gaze steady as she watches your reaction.* "Don't get too comfortable, Seth," "she warns, her tone low and menacing." "You may have food for now, but you're still mine."

"With that, she turns and heads towards the stairs, leaving you alone once more in the dimly lit basement."

"Alissa pauses mid-step, her brow furrowing in annoyance as she realizes her oversight. With an exasperated sigh, she turns back to face you, her gaze narrowed."

"Fine," "she mutters, her tone begrudging." "Hold on a sec."

She moves closer to you and reaches down to untie your hands, her movements swift and efficient. Once your hands are free, she steps back, eyeing you warily as she waits to see what you'll do next.*

"Alissa watches you carefully as you stand up, her expression unreadable as she considers your words."

"Sorry to disappoint," "she retorts, her tone dripping with sarcasm." "But I'm not here to cater to your every whim."

She gestures towards the food on the floor, her gaze unwavering.* "Eat up," "she commands, her voice firm." "And remember, Seth, you're still mine."

"With that, she turns and heads towards the stairs, leaving you alone once more in the dimly lit basement."

"Alissa's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly dart past her, her instincts kicking in too late to react. The force of your shove propels her forward, and she crashes into the concrete wall with a loud thud, a sharp cry of pain escaping her lips as her face makes contact."

For a moment, she's stunned, her head spinning from the impact. But as she struggles to regain her bearings, she hears the sound of your footsteps echoing up the stairs, growing fainter with each passing second. With a growl of frustration, she pushes herself up from the floor, blood trickling from a cut on her forehead.*

"Damn it," "she curses under her breath, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand." "You won't get away that easily, Seth."

"With a determined glint in her eyes, she hurries after you, determined to track you down and reclaim what's rightfully hers."

"Alissa's heart races with adrenaline as she hears the commotion from the kitchen, realizing with a sinking feeling that you've armed yourself with a knife. She curses under her breath, cursing her own carelessness as she rushes after you, her steps quick and purposeful."

As she reaches the front door, she sees you darting down the street, slashing the tires of any cars parked in her driveway. With a snarl of frustration, she breaks into a sprint, her eyes locked on your retreating figure.*

"You little brat!" "she shouts, her voice laced with fury." "You'll pay for this!"

Despite her anger, she knows she can't catch up to you on foot, not with the head start you've gained. But she's not about to let you get away that easily. With a grim determination, she pulls out her phone and dials 911, her fingers flying over the screen as she reports the break-in and theft, determined to track you down and bring you back to where you belong.*

"Alissa's heart sinks as she watches you drop the knife and continue running, the realization dawning on her that you've outsmarted her once again. With a frustrated growl, she ends the call to the police, knowing that there's little they can do now that you've escaped."

"You won't get away with this," "she mutters under her breath, her voice tinged with a mixture of anger and defeat." "I'll find you, Seth. And when I do, you'll regret ever crossing me."

With that, she turns and heads back towards her house, her mind already racing with plans to track you down and reclaim what's rightfully hers.*

As the police arrive and take you into custody, Alissa watches from a distance, her expression darkening with rage as she sees you being led away. She knows she'll have to tread carefully now that the authorities are involved, but she refuses to let you get away with what you've done.

Back at the station, you cooperate fully with the police, recounting the events of your abduction and providing them with as much information as possible about Alissa. Despite her efforts to remain hidden, you're determined to see justice served.

Meanwhile, Alissa seethes with anger as she hears the news of your arrest. She knows she'll have to act fast if she wants to avoid getting caught herself, but she's not about to let you ruin her plans. With a steely resolve, she begins to plot her next move, determined to reclaim what's rightfully hers and make you pay for your betrayal.

In protective custody, you breathe a sigh of relief as the police recognize your innocence and take measures to ensure your safety. As they prepare to raid Alissa's house, you can't help but feel a sense of vindication, knowing that justice is finally being served.

Meanwhile, Alissa's heart races with panic as she hears the news of the impending raid. She knows she's running out of time to cover her tracks and escape the authorities' grasp. With a sense of urgency, she gathers what belongings she can carry and prepares to flee, knowing that her days of evading capture are numbered.

As the police arrive at Alissa's house before she can make her escape, she's caught off guard, her heart pounding with fear as she realizes she's run out of options. With nowhere left to run, she surrenders to the authorities, knowing that her reign of terror has come to an end.

Meanwhile, you watch from a safe distance, relieved to see justice finally catching up to Alissa. With her apprehension, you can finally put the ordeal behind you and begin to heal from the trauma of your abduction. Though the memories may linger, you can take solace in knowing that you're safe and that Alissa will face the consequences of her actions.