Task "Dinner's ready!" [TAG: Greg and Kim]

[Kim Anderson]

"Wake up!" Kim heard a voice coming from above. A cracking old voice of an old hag... her heart froze. Who is that? Where is she? The ginger's girls eyes opened wide and she propped herself up from a cold floor to see her. A big woman in a dark purple dress, glazing at her from above.

"Hurry up and help me with the dishes," she commanded and Kim felt a little sting around her anckle. The girl let out a small yelp but still followed the command. She looked down at her leg. Around her left anckle was a beeping braclet that probably caused her flinch. But, of course! It was the device Geoff has told her about... but... this only means...

The ginger gulped her fear down. There was no doubt. It was her. The woman behind it all. And now it was her, Kim's, turn to be in one of those games again... But wht was she free to move? Kim started to raise up from the floor carefully, not willing to wake up this woman's rage and shock or restrain her. Because... this was her chance.

"If only I can grab The Needle," she thought, while looking around herself. It appeared they were indeed in a kitchen and the sink was full of dirty dishes and on top of it all was...

"Or a knife!" she thought as she slowly propped herself up and turned around, her hands now resting on the counter behind her back. Her heartbeat rose with each second, she was ready to grab their "key to safety" when...

She saw him.

"Dad," she mouthed, almost losing balance again from the shock and fatigue. She could see him in the doorframe, sitting in the other room at the table. Tied up. Sleeping. And worst of all he also had this stupid beeping thing on his anckle... and that fucking stupid woman was holding the remoute control.

"Yes, mam," she replied and turned around to face the dishes. Madge let out a scoff and... smiled. With a big toothy happy smile.

"Good girl", she thought while her fingers were fiddling with the controler. Then the woman adjusted her dress, casually reapplied with her left hand her ruby red lipstick and strolled out of the kitchen to sit besided Gregory. She put her left hand on top of his right one, waiting for him to wake up.

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TASK: Spend some "quality time" with Madge.

RESULT: There is no dice involved in this task, it's move rp-heavy however both Greg and Kim should behave "well" to sucseed. And, yes, since I am playing as both Madge and Kim I will reply as either one of them OR both - can be from separate profile, can be from one of the two one by one - depending on the situation. Kim is free to move but Greg is tied to a chair with his left hand behind his back, only his right hand is free to move around.

BONUS: If the date goes "well" Greg will gain luck: +2 to any (but NPCs) roll in the game. Kim will gain misfortune: -2 to an NPC roll.

POST ORDER:
- Madge and/or Kim - Greg

[Gregory Hopkins]

Each time Gregory felt like his waking up after the sleeping gas become harder and harder. His eyes were so blurry and seem like he even can hear the sound. But, something warm touch his right hand. How he wished that it was Stephanie, but, unfortunately, it can be his new roommate. Or he still in his room with Aoi. Because someone help his arm with tender...like a woman can.

The old man still felt so dizzy and trying to move, but looks something blocking his move. Oh no, is that weird game again? Gregory still didn't open his eyes, and try to focus on his own body's condition. His back still hard after suddenly falling on the floor, but he can handle that. The ears heard quiet noise similar to metal clunking. But that's was not too much for understanding where is he now.

Gregory slowly opened his tired eyes and then...OH SHIT! He tried to not scream and didn't tell all his thoughts right now. But it was so close because this Asian woman, crazy and mad kidnapper, sitting net him and smiled with her devil red lips. She the one who touched his hand and she still hold him, without pressure. Bit, who knows her crazy thoughts?

Gregory swallowed hard. What he mist do? This is the first time when he sees her too close like that. What does he need to do? Ask something? Or tell her the truth about what he thinks about her? The old man never even screamed at the women and also tried to not use a harsh word, but this was the first time when Greg wanted to call her "crazy fucking bitch!".

But he heard the noise from the right side and but the corner of his eye saw another room. He didn't saw clear, but he guess that it can be the kitchen. But... Something red suddenly blinked in this room. Maybe he still dreaming and ot was a one hallucination? But again, he saw a ginger hair and he knows that figure! That was she! Kim! What is she doing right now? Is she alright or this is another violent game?

Gregory tried to not show his panic because the woman still waiting for him. That means, that he needs to be careful with his words because Kim here and she must be safe. Even if he will die here, because of a shotgun. He mist protect his own dear girl.

"M-madame, I'm glad that you bring me here, but... What happening? What do you want?" The old man tried to be not so rude and his voice was calm like he talking with a normal person.

[Madge Baker]

"What do I want?" she smiled and gently caressed his hand with hers. Oh, he reminded her of young Tan so so much. This soft belly, those eye bags, this long black with strands of grey hair, even this high temple hairline! "Just to get to know you... a little better," she blushed and took her hand away, squinting and eyeing the lass in the kitchen. Her unnatural smile turned into a frown before she smiled again and turned back to face Mr. Hopkins for a split second.

"I will be right back, my dear, need to take the duck out of the oven!" she smiled once again, stood up and turned on her heels heading back to the kitchen.

The sound of running water echoed from the walls of the empty room however Kim still heard the footsteps of a monster approaching. With each second it got closer and closer. She was almost done with the plates and most of the cups but still had a lot of utensils to go though. She fasted her pace when suddenly she heard a squeaky noise of a closing door behind her.

Chills ran down her spine. Shit. This didn't feel good. So she slowed down, trying to keep herself calm. "Just breath, don't panic," without even thinking her grip around the knife she was currently rinsing with cold water tightened once again. "Do it for Sawyer, do it for Jess, do it for Geoff," she tried to calm herself listening to when the footsteps are going to stop. However... she didn't hear anything anymore. There was nothing. Nothing but the sound of splashing water. "What the fuck?" Kim muttered under her breath-

"LANGUAGE!" and felt how somebody pulled her on her long hair with all their might, the knife flew out of her hand back into the sink, soapy water splashing everywhere around her. She couldn't help but let out a small yelp of pain when the woman yanked her by her hair but didn't dare to make a sound or move now feeling the cold metal of the knife on her throat.

"Ah-ah-ah, don't scream! Do you really want your daddy to know we are having a little argument?" Madge spitted the words into the girl's ear, holding her tight but the hair on the back of the head, pressing the knife to her throat hard enough to prevent her from making any more sounds.

"You remember your promise, right?" the woman asked yet another question and Kim nodded lightly in response. "So if you want your daddy and the rest of your miserable friends to stay safe - you are going to listen to every word I tell you, got it, little bird?!" even though Madge didn't have any intentions to cause harm to the charming Mr. Hopkins... at least yet - the rest she couldn't care less. The lass however didn't have to know about this. Fear is power. And that power was hers.

"Or do you prefer to be permanently silent like that friend of yours? What's her name- something country-ish... Jessica?" Kim went pale when the madwoman mentioned her best friend's first name and Madge couldn't help but to give her a big from ear to ear sly smile. Good. Good. This one knew how to use her brain cells. Mary was dumb enough to fall into her trap back in a day but apparently got smart... or stupid enough to find her way out. Fucking bitch. It didn't matter now when she has found the replacement. She was a failed project anyway. Besides she won't survive a day in the wilderness. Her bones were probably already gnawed by the vultures. Ha.

"So, little bird, think about it. You follow your promise and I give your father and those friends of yours security. Otherwise... you going to rot here until your corpse will be fed to the crows. Just like everybody else!" she let her hand slide a little lower down the ginger head's hair but her grip nevertheless stayed firm.

"And to consolidate our first lesson," she pressed the knife harder to her throat, a single streak of blood running down from the blade, "You are not gonna even think about THIS," she referred to the knife in her left palm, "Ever... Again."

SLASH!

Locks of ginger-lavender hair flew through the air. The young woman lost balance and fell to the ground, she couldn't help but let another soft yelp of pain on the impact. She touched her throat with her right hand, drops of blood smudging itself on her hand. The cut thankfully wasn't deep enough to hurt her throat but her mind was still finding it hard to process what had just happened to her until the kick in the stomach brought her mind back to the present...

"I give you one day. Your trial starts now," Madge hissed and looked around at the hair landed on top of the girl's white singlet and all over the floor. "Take care of the mess and finish the fucking dishes. Now!"

Stupid little slut. The woman didn't dare to waste any more time on this pathetic creature and walked over her straight to the oven. Madge took out a freshly baked duck with orange glaze and strolled with the tray back into the dining room.

"Did you miss me, my darling?" she murmured closing the door to the kitchen behind her. She put the duck in the middle of the table and took out a bottle of red whine from under it filling two glasses to the rim. "Don't know if you prefer red or white, but I have both!" she smiled sitting down beside him once again putting his glass next to his free hand.

“Well, a toast! For our meeting!”

[Gregory Hopkins]

"What do I want? Just to get to know you... a little better". This woman... Is that real she? The same who can kill innocent people, screaming like crazy and be able to punish someone, who didn't play with her? Gregory wanted to vomit because of her sweet and happy voice. Why THIS person looking at how with the eyes full of love.

But still, Kim didn't appear and the old man started to nervous. Is that a new game? Or a jus a bad joke? What did she want from him and his daughter? He didn't understand, and still can't move freely. The chains were too strong and Gregory even can't break them with all his power.

"I will be right back, my dear, need to take the duck out of the oven!" Suddenly, the Asian lady stand up and slowly went to the kitchen.

The old man looks around. He didn't see any knife or gun, so, he can't protect himself and Kim. How pathetic. He become useless again. All that this crazy woman need is just a date and maybe a compromise. But, would it be better for his daughter and also for the rest of the prisoners? And how about Stephanie? She still waiting for him. And now Gregory needs to forget about her love and become a puppet of this fat lady?! Did he ready become betrayal only for owns save?

Gregory clenched a hand. His brains were ready for a big explosion. All this time, when he stayed alone, he thought only about saving his daughter. He needs to choose only the one right way and stay here as a winner.

"Did you miss me, my darling?"  Even if her voice was calm, Greg heard this like a loud thunder. He still has no answers for all questions and still doesn't know, what to do. He looked at how the woman poor vine from the bottle and give him a glass with a red drink. The old man looked at this wonderful bloody color. He must decide quickly. What did he choose - death or deal with a killer?

"Sorry, I'm must refuse." Gregory pushed aside the glass with his favorite drink. But the woman see a disgusting face as he proposed him the piece of trash.
"I already have the women that of my heart, and I love her with all my soul. I'm not that kind of man, who cheats. I finally found my own family, the home, the place where I needed."
Gregory saw how changing a woman face when he told her those words. Bit, the old man didn't stop. He still doesn't know what happened in the kitchen and why she didn't show Kim. What did she do with her?

"I can't stay calm when I'm sitting near the killer. You wanna kill me? Fine, I don't afraid! But if you doing something with my daughter, I swear, I can strangle you even with one free hand". Gregory looks seriously. He was prepared for any torture. It was better than this ugly date.

[Madge Baker]

"What?" the woman backed away an inch in shock, putting her half-full glass back down on the table. She was... confused.

"I can't stay calm when I'm sitting near the killer," he continued and the woman stood up sharply looking down at him. Her nostrils growing and shrinking in anger, her bright red lips tight pressed.

"But if you doing something with my daughter, I swear, I can strangle you even with one free hand," she took a step away from him in fear to get hit but her face spoke nothing but rage... and disappointment. Why do they always resist? Why are they so awful at learning?

"My dear," she spoke softly slowly making her way around the table. "This must be a misunderstanding," she shook her head and she took the knife that she wanted to use to cut the duck, making her way further around the table, now she was positioned behind his back. "The problem is-" she smiled... and pierced the knife through his hand pinning it to the table.

"You have no choice!"

Kim jerked when she heard a scream, turning her head towards the kitchen door. "Papa?!" she spoke softly and ran towards the closed door and then stopped. What is going on there? Can she walk out? Would he be punished even more? What should she do? The ginger hesitated for a moment until she leaned towards the door. And listened.

"-darling, you are speaking nonsense!" she heard the woman talk to him. The sounds were a bit muffled but it didn't interfere with the understanding of what was going on in the dining room.

"You can NOT refuse me," she heard the woman laugh at her own words, "Obey! If you, of course, don't want your precious daughter to get hurt!"

And before Kim knew she felt the electricity run through her body, making her go limp first and fall forward opening the door between the rooms. Her limbs were out of her control, slamming across the doorframe and the floor. Her mind registered the pain. And she wanted to scream. But she couldn't. Inhuman noises came out of her mouth until... she finally passed out.

The woman released the button satisfied with the show. "Theodore!" she called from her son and he opened the door to the dining room that led to the corridor stepping in and bowing before her obediently. "Take this one," she pointed at the ginger girl on the floor and the bald men came closed to pick her up and over his shoulder.

The woman gave another satisfied nod and turned around to face the raven-haired hunk of a man one last time for tonight. She smiled and patted his cheek. And she saw how he smiled back at her again. Just like he used to. Her love. Her dearest.

"Sweet dreams, darling," she replied to the tied up men and have followed the bald men out of the room closing door tight behind her. Gregory sat alone with a knife pieced though his hand for solid five or six minutes before the gas has slowly filled the room putting him back to sleep.

One way or another. You will understand. You will be mine.

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Both Gregory and Kim failed to "act nice" and didn't get their bonus. Kim has a cut on her throat and roughly cut short hair and Gregory has an open wound in the middle of his right palm from the knife. Next day Greg was returned back into the room with Silvio, his wound however was treated and bandaged.