warning for mild violence

Plan C

Brian hadn’t planned on doing what he was about to do. But when opportunity presents itself, who can ignore it? Taking out his gun, he slowly opens the door. Lilly, keeping her back to him, smiles as she murmurs to herself, “This is so awesome!” Turning another page of the book, she continues to smile and takes a step backwards. Taking a step forward, Brian lifts up his arm while breathing in deeply. Hearing the inhale, Lilly swings her body around, only to be slammed hard by the butt-end of the gun against the side of her head. Her knees quickly give out under her as Brian immediately catches her in his arms, amazed at how easy it was to knock someone out. Carefully laying her on the bed, he walks over to the bedroom door and closes it. He could hear Thomas turning on the television downstairs and hopes that he doesn’t come upstairs any time soon; at least not until he was done with her. Sighing, he turns back to the young woman lying on the bed; an unattractive bruise was already starting to form against her pale skin, right above her left closed eye. Brian puts his gun down on the night table for a moment as he studies the form in front of him. Where to begin? He didn’t want her to lose enough blood that she could lose the baby, but it had to be enough to spread around the room. Frowning, he takes out his knife and cautiously lifts her hand. Would this wake her? He really didn’t want to hit her again. Hitting pregnant people wasn’t something he had ever planned to do in his lifetime. With another sigh, he takes the blade and presses it hard against Lilly’s palm, holding it against her flesh as he concentrates on her face for a moment. Her brows furrow, but she doesn’t cringe or make a sound. She was somewhere between conscious and unconscious, and Brian hopes that the unconscious side continues to win over the other. Turning back to her hand, he slides the blade downward, watching the crimson red spill around the edges of the silver blade and down her slender wrist, soaking the corners of her light green sleeve. He gently pushes her bloodied hand into the bed sheet, working her fingers against the sheets and sliding her hand across the comforter until a soft moan is heard. “Shit,” he mumbles to himself. There wasn’t enough blood and it didn’t look like she would stay unconscious for long. Hurrying to the dresser drawers, he begins to open each one, tossing clothing out as he searches for what he needs. “Yes!” he sighs in relief as he pulls out the pantyhose and begins to tie Lilly’s hands together behind her back before grabbing another one and tying her feet together at the ankles and a third at her knees. Finding a pair of thigh highs, he quickly wraps one around her mouth, tying it roughly behind her head before dropping her back on the bed. “Honey? Are you coming down?” Thomas calls from down the stairs. “Shit,” Brian mutters, picking up his gun once again. This was going to be a long evening.