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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:42 pm
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Sergei walked into the room where the cage was, escorted by some other men. all of them were wearing dark business suits, and Sergei had a briefcase with him.
"is this the girl we talked about on the phone?" he asked, his accent noticeable, but not thick. he was Russian.
"yes, that's right." one of the men replied. Sergei sneered.
"it looks different than in the photos." he said. their was a moment of panicked gaping, but he continued, cutting them off before they could protest by opening the briefcase. it was filled with american money.
"you can count it if you like; fifty-thousand dollars, as you asked." he said. the men assured him that they trusted him, and they all walked to the cage.
Sergei stood at the door, while one of the other men opened it from the side. he smirked devilishly at Amelia, and took his shades off.
"you're mine, now. I'm taking you home."
((should we create an RP in this guild, then?))
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