OOM: Sentence over

[latino_menace]

The Malfoy woman has been in the cells for four days and so, Ramon is once more watching Angela. If he's honest with himself, he's a little pissed off about letting her go. He can't help entertaining the thought that it might be nice to just shove a corpse back through the door to the bar. That's what usually happens in situations like this.

Not worth it. He's been constantly reminding himself of that for the last two days. It's worked well enough - and now he's just waiting. The spiked drink he'd given her a couple of hours ago contained rohypnol and he'd dropped a mild valium in there as well. He wants her nowhere near coherent or thinking straight when he goes in there to get her.

He's watching now to see that she's properly gone. As soon as he's sure, she'll be going home. Or well...to the bar anyway.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is staring off into the middle distance, into the darkness. She's been drug-addled for days, so the slip into incoherence doesn't take long.

It's so hard to breathe. So hard.

She falls over onto the mattress, her body going slack, her eyes half-slitted, staring at nothing.

Her last coherent thought is Maybe I'll die now...

[latino_menace]

As soon as he sees it he grins and heads downstairs, pulling a blindfold from his pocket. As usual, he flicks the lights on first, though he's sure that she wouldn't really see him in this state even if he were to walk up to her in broad daylight.

Time to get rid of you, kid.

The thing is tied tightly round her eyes and he manhandles her roughly to her feet.

You'll never know how easy you got off.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela curls in on herself when the lights come on, though there's no conscious thought at all. Her head is jerked roughly back and she whimpers something unintelligible as she's pulled upwards.

She holds her hands out reflexively for balance, muttering incoherently and softly. She doesn't have much breath to speak, even if she was aware enough to do so, and she doesn't resist.

[latino_menace]

She's malleable, he likes that. Its annoying as hell that he can't relly talk to her and throw in a few threats for good measure, but he's just not going to risk her remembering his accent. So she's pulled to the door of the room and he starts into the task of trying to get her up the stairs towards where his door to the bar is.

So much easier if you were dead, so much fucking easier...

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

It might be, since if Angela isn't on a surfboard, she's clumsy as all hell. And drugged into oblivion? Much worse.

She trips on the first stair and isn't aware enough of the fact that she's falling to stop herself. That split lip? Open again. Angela whimpers and tries to get up.

[latino_menace]

Ramon sighs and gets behind her, looping his arms under hers and dragging her to her feet again. Then he simply lifts her up and carries her up the things because they'll be here all night if he doesn't.

He sees the blood though, and it makes him grin.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is crying again, after she thought that she had no more tears.

All she knows is that she's scared and doesn't know where she is.

[latino_menace]

He looks at her, disgusted at her tears. She's dirty and sweaty and bleeding and there's no light in her eyes, they're clouded and vacant.

Fucking easy target. Stupid little bitch.

She disgusts him like this for some reason and suddenly, he's glad to be rid of her. Maybe he thinks such weakness is catching, or maybe he's just bored of her...either way, he's happy to set her down on her feet in front o the back door, the one that opens out onto the bar.

See you around, Angela.

He opens it, being careful to stay behind it...and simply shoves her in the back, through the door and out of his control.