The Thief in the Night

Freyr shook his head and sighed. It looked like Cherise wasn't up for discussing the morals of his career, dead set on condemning him. He was dissapointed for some reason, but did not bother to wonder why. "Such a shame," he sighed. "You truly are a pure soul, aren't you?" Without warning, Freyr would suddenly press his lips against Cherise's lips in a unexpected kiss. It would go on for several seconds before he pulled away, smiling down at her. "But sometimes it's good to be a little bad."

When his lips pressed to hers, she started to thrash about, trying to buck him off of her as best she could, despite the fact that he had the advantage. She didn't want him taking advantage of her like this. And it only further proved to her that he was indeed the bad guy.

Smirking, Freyr reached behind him, pulling out a roll of duct tape from his pocket. He ripped off a piece and would place it over Cherise's mouth, effectively stopping her fro crying for help anymore. With that done he would get off her, kneeling beside her to use the duct tape to tie her legs together, lest they become another problem in the future.

Now that she was completely bound and gagged, leaving her utterly helpless, she'd let herself slump against the bed in defeat. Closing her eyes, she'd try to curl up the best she could. He might have spared violating her physically, but him doing this to her was a different kind of violation. One that left her feeling vulnerable.

Now that his opponant was trussed up and helpless Freyr could finally set back to work. He yanked the bed sheets out from under her, and went to pilfering her possesions. Stuff like money and credit cards he took immediately. Other things he took were a clocks, lamps, DVD player, even the book Cherise had been reading before he made his appearence. These among other things he threw inside the sheet as a makeshift sack.

She was starting to wonder how she'd get free from being bound up like this. After all, she doubted he'd let her go. Not when she was liable to scream, or try to attack him again. But she didn't care right now, figuring she'd just have to wait until someone came looking for her. Shame no one would do so while he was in the middle of robbing her.

After a short scavenge through Cherise's room, Freyr had taken all that he could. Everything he had loaded into the sack, which was now quite full. "A good haul if I do say so myself," he sighed in triumph. He dropped the sack for a moment, and headed over to where Cherise was restrained. He kneeled on the bed next to her. "I suppose this is farewell, signora. It's been....an experience to say the least." He rubbed her hair playfully to ruffle it up a bit.

She wouldn't respond, simply shutting her eyes and pulling her head away from his hand when he touched her. She couldn't lash out at him anymore, and hated that he'd managed to beat her and was stealing. That it was her things only made it even worse. She didn't think she would ever like him at all.

Freyr smiled at her continued defiance. He didn't expect anything less from Cherise. He fished into his pocket and pulled out a card. It was his calling card to be exact, one that read Freyr, the Phantom Thief. "If you ever forget who I am, or simply feel the need to see me again, come by the dorm some time." He would then slip the card intrusively into her bra. Then, unexpectedly, he tore away the tape from her mouth so she could speak. "By the way, is there another way out of here? The window hasn't been kind to me tonight."

He should have known better than to take the tape away from her mouth to ask her to help him out. He'd just beaten and humiliated her, and was stealing her belongings. He expected her to help? Instead, she'd start to scream again. "HELP! THERES A THIEF!"