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Running, it always helped calm her down. She did not know if it was from the exertion that it took or just that it made her so tired that she didn't care anymore. Either way she always enjoyed her runs. Her long light brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her breast was the only part of her body that was not overly thin, but she filled a D cup. At times she thought that her breast are too much for her little frame but they are hers by God.
At 18 years of age, Laysea had been through hell and back. It made her feel older then she actually was. After being the sole witness to her father killing her mother, not having a family member that wanted to take on raising her; then spending 12 years in the foster care system only to be kicked out when she turned 18 decided to only count on herself.
As she reached her favorite tree to begin the after run stretches that had become almost religious with the daily runs, she began to feel a little uneasy. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was not right. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up. Laysea began to notice the birds were silent and there didn't seem to be anyone else on the path. She began to feel as if she was completely alone and danger was dripping from the air.
Unable to shake the feeling she skipped her normal after run stretch and began to speed walk back to the entrance of the park. She kept looking around her trying to find a sign that she was overreacting. Just when she could not take the stress any more she saw another runner. She began to relax thinking to herself that there is safety in numbers. She began to slow her walk some as the runner came closer to her. Mentally giving her self a shake for scaring herself, she began to focus on slowing down her heart and breathing. She was sure she was letting all of the recent news stories about girls coming up missing all over the city. The police had said it was only happening at night and the person responsible was caught.
Just as the jogger was right beside her, he flipped around grabbed her from behind. Laysea was startled, suddenly realizing that he was actually attacking her. At that moment she became aware that the hand covering her mouth and nose had a cloth that had no odor but seemed to bring a sweet taste to her mouth, she was getting weaker though and her vision was becoming cloudy. Her last thought would have sent her over the edge of fear had she not been almost unconscious -- she was breathing chloroform!
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The air crackled with his anger! There were some things in this business that you just did not do and pissing Jason DeGeo off was one of them! He had just come from a briefing of the last mission one of his teams went on. It was ridicules that these teams could not understand a simple plan and just carry it out!
Since he had heard the report wondered how a team could have messed up so bad. He had made sure that they were all trained properly, had a good team leader and he even went over the plan personally with the team prior to them leaving. They knew what to do and how to do it.
He began to think that his right hand man Ty was right on the money with the nickname he dubbed the team with -- "The Jack offs!" Every assignment they went on in the last month they ended up jacking it off to the point that the next step was to give them coffee duties and hope they got that right! This time their fuck up had cost a life and several injuries.
After hearing the report, Jason had to leave before he gave the order to have everyone of them killed on the spot! He figured that his elite team of bodyguards was frantically trying to catch up with him but in his state of mind Jason had jumped into one of his available cars and floored it. He had to calm down some before he gave the next order! In his position the worst thing for him to do is to base an order on his emotions. That had been the first lesson that his mentor had taught him when he showed signs of being a leader. He could still hear Stan telling him "If you rule with emotions people will fear you not respect you. If you keep a calm, cool head about yourself people will think that you are just."
Even though Stan had been out of the business for several years passing it on to Jason to do what he wanted with it, Jason still followed the "ground rules" that Stan established. As Jason started to pay more attention to where he was going or more to the point where he was at, a chill ran down his spine. He had just driven into his biggest enemy's territory and without an invitation. SHIT! Could this day get any worse? Jason knew that he needed to get out of here and as fast and quietly as possible. He just hoped that Mitch Diago would not view this as an invasion and try to precipitate. He had absolutely no doubt that Mitch would know -- probably already did -- that Jason was there and that he was alone. Just as he got turned around Jason began to drive fast but had gotten no more then a half a block away when a black SUV with dark tinted windows blocked him from going any further. Swearing loudly, he threw the car in reverse only to find an identical SUV behind him and two more on each side of him. Jason sighed loudly and shut off the engine. Well hell, he thought, this day just went to hell in a blink of an eye.
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Blinding white lights is what Laysea awoke to. At first she thought that she was in a hospital but wait, why would she be in a hospital? Was she in an accident? She felt so groggy, slowly her eyes closed again. The next time she opened her eyes she realized that the light was from a window and she was in a bed in what appeared to be a bedroom. The type of bedroom someone like her would imagine was in her parent's home and that she was just home from on vacation from some college she attended. But her mother had died at the hands of her father, who the state of Texas executed.
No house he ever managed to find them had any room that was this nice. She still did not live in anything this nice. She worked three jobs and shares an apartment with three other girls. In order to make rent cheap enough for everyone they had rented a two bedroom apartment then put two beds in each room separating the rooms by hanging a blanket up between the beds.
She could not count how many times she had to listen to Tracy have sex with her boyfriend not two feet from her own bed. Tracy along with Jill and Beth had given her hell about her lack of love life. Laysea just did not have time or the desire to have anybody to touch her that way. It was not that she was a lesbian or anything. She is attracted to guys, but after her experiences in foster care she just did not want anyone to paw at her.
Just then she heard the door open to her right. She looked over at the woman who had just walked in. The woman was beautiful and acted like she was very aware of that fact. "So I see sleeping beauty has finally awakened."
"Where am I?" Laysea croaked.
"Where is not important right now? Are you thirsty, hungry or need to use the bathroom?" asks the blonde.
