Will Kidnap for Shoes (F/MM)
Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2023 3:12 am
Will Kidnap for Shoes (F/M)
Juliette peered over the edge of her sunglasses as she watched Peter Evers enter the apartment complex building he shared with his older brother, Mitchell. It’d been a tragic story really. Their parents were killed in a tragic accident. After a custody battle with a pair of abusive grandparents, poor thirteen year old Peter was surrendered to the care of his then twenty-one year old brother.
It was obvious Mitchell cared for his baby brother but love just wasn’t enough. He’d dropped out of college and started dealing. Yet, he was a terrible dealer so he started taking bits and pieces and started stealing from his employers which was a terrible thing to do. Not once did Mitchell think of the consequences.
One thing led to another and now Juliette was walking towards the complex after having moved her car to the parking deck. Heels clacking against the pavement, she swung her purse over her shoulder. The bag was a little on the heavier side as it would have everything she needed to subdue her target.
The eighteen year old had just finished high school. Top of his class. Bright. Likeable. Described as a sweet kid. Full ride to Cornell in the fall. Blonde. Green eyes. 5’8”. Lean. And most importantly, the only living relative Mitchell had.
Julliette almost felt sorry for what she was about to do. Then again, business was business. She had her own bills to pay and if some dumbass’ little brother was the key to the diamond earrings she wanted, and a new pair of Jimmy Choos then so be it.
The blonde answered the door after a few moments of her knocking. The two stood eye to eye. He eyed her sunglasses, trench coat, and sunglasses suspiciously. Peter cautiously closed the door slightly as he asked, “Um, can I help you?”
“I need to speak with Mitchell.”
“Oh. Um. He won’t be back for another twenty minutes… Can I get your name? I can tell him you stopped by.”
“Just tell him if he ever wants to see his little brother again, his bosses want their stash, the money he stole along with ten grand to recompensate their time.”
Peter’s eyes widened before the taser she’d been holding up her sleeve made contact with his ribs. The teenager fell backwards into the apartment as he lay gasping for breath on the floor. Juliette stepped into the apartment and shut the door behind her sliding the deadbolt in place.
She clucked her tongue at the boy. “Big brother never teach you not to open the door to strangers? No? Well, he should have… He also should have chosen to live in a place that has working security cameras. Then again, he won’t be stupid enough to go to the cops, right?”
Peter merely blinked up at her from his spot on the floor.
“Well, if you’re not going to respond then I think I no longer have a use for that mouth at the moment.”
She knelt down beside the boy and produced a couple of scarves that had been last season’s collection from Prada. Balling one of them up, she took her time feeding the silken material into the boy’s mouth. A couple of tears pooled at his eyes as the gag filled his cheeks.
“Oh honey, you can’t cry now. We haven’t even started having fun yet.”
The second scarf was tied into a knot at the center and forced between his lips. Juliette explained, “That’s called a ‘knotted cleave gag’ gag. Look at all the exciting things a boy like you gets to learn. Big brother will be so jealous.”
A set of black nylon cord was pulled out next which you used to bind his wrists and ankles together. Checking her watch, she frowned before looking at her hostage, “Looks like that all the time we have for now… Don’t cry. We still have so much more we can do before Mitchell gets his life together.”
With that, she removed the restraint around his ankles before pulling him to his feet. She had to support the teenager but his struggles proved futile as she marched him over to her car and pushed him into the backseat. She quickly bound his ankles before using the cords to keep his legs and thighs together. More rope was circled around his chest. As she finished, her hostage slowly began recovering from the effects of being tased.
“Mmmm. Plmmph lmmph gmmph,” the boy whimpered.
“Let you go? No, I don’t think I will. In fact, smile for the camera.”
Peter blinked out a couple more tears as he was blinded by the camera flashing. He realized that she had his phone. She typed something into the phone before sitting back to admire her hostage. The phone rested on the seat beside them.
Not even a minute had passed before the phone was ringing. She answered the call. Peter began screaming before Mitchell even could. “Mmmphh!
Helmmphh!”
“Peter! Peter! Oh my God! Peter!”
The sound of tape being ripped caused them both to freeze. Peter cowered into the corner and jerked his head away. She sighed before slapping him with the back of her hand. A few strips of tape were plastered over his gagged lips.
“Mmmm,” Peter moaned as Juliette snatched up the phone.
“Peter! Are you okay? Please! He’s just a kid! I-”
“You will be quiet unless you want to hear his muffled screams in your dreams tonight,” Juliette hissed.
“Please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll-”
“I want you to shut up and listen.”
Mitchell fell silent as Juliette continued, “Mitchell Evers, you have made several stupid decisions which have not gone unnoticed by several powerful people. You have three choices to make amends. Option one, you and your kid brother die. Option two, your brother gets sold to the highest bidder.”
She paused as Peter began to whimper. She place her hand over his mouth and gave it a sharp squeeze in warning. The kid quieted down immediately as she continued, “Option three, you return the stash, stolen money, and an additional ten grand for all the trouble you've caused."
“Option three! I’ll get the money! I’ll get everything just don’t hurt Peter!”
Julliette smiled before replying, “Hurt him. Oh no, Mitchell. The thought never crossed my mind.” Grabbing the boy’s chin, she traced the pattern of his lips through the tape. “Although, other options certainly have.”
Peter’s eyes widened as Mitchell went quiet. Juliette shoved the boy’s head into the car window as she leaned over to sink her teeth into the teenager’s shoulder and gave it a quick nip. Peter jerked away as Mitchell suddenly responded, “I’ll do it. I’ll get whatever you want as long as Peter isn’t harmed and I want him back safe.”
“And in three days you can have the boy back otherwise deal’s off. You’ll be contacted when and where soon,” she replied before ending the call.
Juliette raised an eyebrow at her captive and smirked. “And he doesn’t even know we’re right outside.”
“Mmmm.”
“What’s that? Take you away from here and keep you bound and gagged and at my mercy? Oh, honey, you read my mind.”
With that, she tied a scarf from the Louis Vuitton collection of last spring over his eyes before shoving him onto the floor of her car. She could practically see herself wearing those new shoes she wanted.
Juliette peered over the edge of her sunglasses as she watched Peter Evers enter the apartment complex building he shared with his older brother, Mitchell. It’d been a tragic story really. Their parents were killed in a tragic accident. After a custody battle with a pair of abusive grandparents, poor thirteen year old Peter was surrendered to the care of his then twenty-one year old brother.
It was obvious Mitchell cared for his baby brother but love just wasn’t enough. He’d dropped out of college and started dealing. Yet, he was a terrible dealer so he started taking bits and pieces and started stealing from his employers which was a terrible thing to do. Not once did Mitchell think of the consequences.
One thing led to another and now Juliette was walking towards the complex after having moved her car to the parking deck. Heels clacking against the pavement, she swung her purse over her shoulder. The bag was a little on the heavier side as it would have everything she needed to subdue her target.
The eighteen year old had just finished high school. Top of his class. Bright. Likeable. Described as a sweet kid. Full ride to Cornell in the fall. Blonde. Green eyes. 5’8”. Lean. And most importantly, the only living relative Mitchell had.
Julliette almost felt sorry for what she was about to do. Then again, business was business. She had her own bills to pay and if some dumbass’ little brother was the key to the diamond earrings she wanted, and a new pair of Jimmy Choos then so be it.
The blonde answered the door after a few moments of her knocking. The two stood eye to eye. He eyed her sunglasses, trench coat, and sunglasses suspiciously. Peter cautiously closed the door slightly as he asked, “Um, can I help you?”
“I need to speak with Mitchell.”
“Oh. Um. He won’t be back for another twenty minutes… Can I get your name? I can tell him you stopped by.”
“Just tell him if he ever wants to see his little brother again, his bosses want their stash, the money he stole along with ten grand to recompensate their time.”
Peter’s eyes widened before the taser she’d been holding up her sleeve made contact with his ribs. The teenager fell backwards into the apartment as he lay gasping for breath on the floor. Juliette stepped into the apartment and shut the door behind her sliding the deadbolt in place.
She clucked her tongue at the boy. “Big brother never teach you not to open the door to strangers? No? Well, he should have… He also should have chosen to live in a place that has working security cameras. Then again, he won’t be stupid enough to go to the cops, right?”
Peter merely blinked up at her from his spot on the floor.
“Well, if you’re not going to respond then I think I no longer have a use for that mouth at the moment.”
She knelt down beside the boy and produced a couple of scarves that had been last season’s collection from Prada. Balling one of them up, she took her time feeding the silken material into the boy’s mouth. A couple of tears pooled at his eyes as the gag filled his cheeks.
“Oh honey, you can’t cry now. We haven’t even started having fun yet.”
The second scarf was tied into a knot at the center and forced between his lips. Juliette explained, “That’s called a ‘knotted cleave gag’ gag. Look at all the exciting things a boy like you gets to learn. Big brother will be so jealous.”
A set of black nylon cord was pulled out next which you used to bind his wrists and ankles together. Checking her watch, she frowned before looking at her hostage, “Looks like that all the time we have for now… Don’t cry. We still have so much more we can do before Mitchell gets his life together.”
With that, she removed the restraint around his ankles before pulling him to his feet. She had to support the teenager but his struggles proved futile as she marched him over to her car and pushed him into the backseat. She quickly bound his ankles before using the cords to keep his legs and thighs together. More rope was circled around his chest. As she finished, her hostage slowly began recovering from the effects of being tased.
“Mmmm. Plmmph lmmph gmmph,” the boy whimpered.
“Let you go? No, I don’t think I will. In fact, smile for the camera.”
Peter blinked out a couple more tears as he was blinded by the camera flashing. He realized that she had his phone. She typed something into the phone before sitting back to admire her hostage. The phone rested on the seat beside them.
Not even a minute had passed before the phone was ringing. She answered the call. Peter began screaming before Mitchell even could. “Mmmphh!
Helmmphh!”
“Peter! Peter! Oh my God! Peter!”
The sound of tape being ripped caused them both to freeze. Peter cowered into the corner and jerked his head away. She sighed before slapping him with the back of her hand. A few strips of tape were plastered over his gagged lips.
“Mmmm,” Peter moaned as Juliette snatched up the phone.
“Peter! Are you okay? Please! He’s just a kid! I-”
“You will be quiet unless you want to hear his muffled screams in your dreams tonight,” Juliette hissed.
“Please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll-”
“I want you to shut up and listen.”
Mitchell fell silent as Juliette continued, “Mitchell Evers, you have made several stupid decisions which have not gone unnoticed by several powerful people. You have three choices to make amends. Option one, you and your kid brother die. Option two, your brother gets sold to the highest bidder.”
She paused as Peter began to whimper. She place her hand over his mouth and gave it a sharp squeeze in warning. The kid quieted down immediately as she continued, “Option three, you return the stash, stolen money, and an additional ten grand for all the trouble you've caused."
“Option three! I’ll get the money! I’ll get everything just don’t hurt Peter!”
Julliette smiled before replying, “Hurt him. Oh no, Mitchell. The thought never crossed my mind.” Grabbing the boy’s chin, she traced the pattern of his lips through the tape. “Although, other options certainly have.”
Peter’s eyes widened as Mitchell went quiet. Juliette shoved the boy’s head into the car window as she leaned over to sink her teeth into the teenager’s shoulder and gave it a quick nip. Peter jerked away as Mitchell suddenly responded, “I’ll do it. I’ll get whatever you want as long as Peter isn’t harmed and I want him back safe.”
“And in three days you can have the boy back otherwise deal’s off. You’ll be contacted when and where soon,” she replied before ending the call.
Juliette raised an eyebrow at her captive and smirked. “And he doesn’t even know we’re right outside.”
“Mmmm.”
“What’s that? Take you away from here and keep you bound and gagged and at my mercy? Oh, honey, you read my mind.”
With that, she tied a scarf from the Louis Vuitton collection of last spring over his eyes before shoving him onto the floor of her car. She could practically see herself wearing those new shoes she wanted.