Somewhere in Empire City

Martha hurried down the darkened street, her head darting from side to side as her feet quietly thumped against the pavement. Things had been pretty bad in the city since the big factories left a while back, but she never really had to deal with that. After all, she came from the suburbs, her family'd been fortunate enough to not really have to deal with such things, particularly since her father was a mid-level executive within a well-known auto maker. Either way, she hadn't really felt uneasy living in the city until recently. Though, she had to think back on when it was, exactly, that she started feel uneasy.

Had it been three weeks ago? When the first girl went missing? She had remembered the tears of her parents, as she watched them on the news from the safety of her top-floor condominium. The girl had been a student at ECU, not too far away from what she had nicknamed “Crime Central” in Downtown EC, but the University had usually been a pretty safe area comparative to the rest of Downtown. Well-patrolled, well-lit, it had been so strange for a girl to just...up and disappear. Even the video of her walking down the street one minute, gone the next had given the indication that who ever was kidnapping women off the streets were an experienced group. All that was found of her: Her cell phone, an unsent text message left on her screen, seemingly the last words of Empire City's latest victim.

Or maybe it had been last week, when the tourist had disappeared. Where had she been from, again? Brazil? Chile? It was all Greek to Martha. She had been closer to the Frauman Museum of Heritage on the North End, but there hadn't even been a single sighting of her once she left the building. Poof. Gone. No one even knew if her family had been alerted, or if she even had any family around, but there was a cell phone left behind. Again. That one was broken, though. Still had her identification in it, too, when it was found on the street, but she was nowhere to be seen. People had started to think that they were ghosts, or vengeful demons, though that's mostly just superstition on the streets.

Even as Martha kept down the street, the city lights growing a little dimmer as she started to get close to the safety of her apartment building, she couldn't help but feel a slow, sinking feeling deep in the pits of her stomach, the faint glow of old headlights creeping towards her...

MAIN KINKS: Humiliation, Mind-Break, BDSM, Torture, Bad Ends (No Snuff), Gangbangs, Interracial, Collars and Leashes, Dark RPs, Training Sluts, Breaking Sluts, Dirty Talk, Piercing, Tattooing, Stockholm Syndrome, Watersports, Third Person Play, Long-Term.

LIMITS: Scat, Snuff, Gore, Unnecessary Violence, First-Person Perspective.

Hello there, folks! By this point, I think most of you can gather that I'm interested in something dark and fucked up here. If you all have a different idea as to who I should play, by all means submit someone else and we'll work it out! This prompt is open to both the Boys and the Girls, if you feel like taking some shit out on someone tonight. ;)

Either way! Let's get this show on the road and get to work!