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Nov. 27th, 2004 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityHis bedroom held the most promises so mindless of the creaking and moaning of the stairs she climbed upward to rifle through his secrets.
She was surprsied by a vast disapointment.
Either he had delibrately hid anything of interest or David was a man who survived only on the bare minimum. His bed was little more than a bag of noisy springs; his bedsheets layers of old blankets. Her eyebrows furrowed as she spotted stains - blood. Her breath escaped with a hiss; David harbored something bigger than she could imagine. He had to be more than a CIA soldier. That or he routinely deflowered particularly ripe virgins.
What was he, exactly? None of it added up: the kidnapping, her abuse, their escape... his grunted explanations and sullen conversations hadn't filled in all the holes. Min knew nothing but a handful of disjointed theories which left her baffled and frightened. She had been taken to force him to do something, that much she had realized in her first hours in the cell. The man in charge had known David -very personally- but had still manage to misjudge him. David had had rigorous training in the arts of stealth and battle and although he had apparently been retired, he could still rely on his talents. Free from whomever had first hired (used?) him, David could be a mercenary for the highest bidder. Her keeper had attempted to barter with David with her life as collateral but had failed when she had fought back.
But to what purpose? Why had that man been so desperate to have David fight for him? And what of the name "Snake?" It was his title from the past, she had gathered that much, but how much of David belonged to that name?
She was surprsied by a vast disapointment.
Either he had delibrately hid anything of interest or David was a man who survived only on the bare minimum. His bed was little more than a bag of noisy springs; his bedsheets layers of old blankets. Her eyebrows furrowed as she spotted stains - blood. Her breath escaped with a hiss; David harbored something bigger than she could imagine. He had to be more than a CIA soldier. That or he routinely deflowered particularly ripe virgins.
What was he, exactly? None of it added up: the kidnapping, her abuse, their escape... his grunted explanations and sullen conversations hadn't filled in all the holes. Min knew nothing but a handful of disjointed theories which left her baffled and frightened. She had been taken to force him to do something, that much she had realized in her first hours in the cell. The man in charge had known David -very personally- but had still manage to misjudge him. David had had rigorous training in the arts of stealth and battle and although he had apparently been retired, he could still rely on his talents. Free from whomever had first hired (used?) him, David could be a mercenary for the highest bidder. Her keeper had attempted to barter with David with her life as collateral but had failed when she had fought back.
But to what purpose? Why had that man been so desperate to have David fight for him? And what of the name "Snake?" It was his title from the past, she had gathered that much, but how much of David belonged to that name?