Punk Yandere Assassin abducts you. (F4A). (Note: The use of *** between sentences signifies the listener's character interacting with the speaker.)
(Chimeratech O.D.)


(Audio begins as the MC regains consciousness; They are tied to a chair in a hidden location, with low humming from a light in the background throughout. A door opens as the speaker walks in.)

Well, Well. You're awake. Good, it's boring when you're asleep. So, dollface, you feeling a little less like a brat now?
***
(Getting in close, slightly mad): Stop. Struggling. You couldn't get out when you were fresh, three weeks ago, you're not getting out now. This is the last time I'll ask you, alright? Try again, and see what happens.
***
That's better. Now, here, (drops bag on MC's lap), I got you your favourite. It ain't gourmet, but don't say I was never hospitible. Behave while I undo your arm, and remember, (gun clicks), no funny business. There you go...
***
What was that? Speak up.
***
"How much"? Oh, doll, I know I'm one fine piece of work, but I ain't that kinda gal. I work with bodies, but not mine, yeah?
***
Smart, but I think you knew that already. Alright, guess it won't hurt to let you in on this. You go ahead and get eating, I'll get to talking.

Now, doll: The story begins 5 years ago. Life in this hole is swell: The four families are all sitting pretty in their palaces, crime is law, I mean, you put all the street corners into a hat and pick one out; every one you didn't pick has a fight, or a robbery, or whatever else takes your dark fancy. If you ain't in with one of the families, you're just another target; Meat to the dogs. And if you even think of poking your head up, your family is on the news by supper. That is, assuming the Trippers didn't get the word first. All in all, I'd say the Devil would call this place home sweet home. That is, though, until our hero comes along; lucky enough to keep out of the business, pretty little thing with a rare sense of justice. It wasn't long 'til they got to work, made friends and connections, and before you know it, they earn themselves a big shiny badge and an office with a phone directly to the mayor's office. In a den of sin, the families were faced with a gun-toting preacher.

Tell me, is the story entertaining? Well, keep listening because it gets good here: The big four aren't too fond of the new thorn in their side, so they shore up a few thugs each and send them to pay a visit. Then they send a few more... and even more. Well, they can't stop doing it, else they look stupid AND weak. Didn't take long for someone to let on the families couldn't rise to the occasion. Then the real problems start: The average cop with his face in the doughnut box sees this one shining enforcer, and decides he's next. Where he'd keep his head down and take whatever bribe the Lee Brothers hand out, now he's in their faces. Justa a matter of time before there's enough of the city's finest to end the families' reign, and they know it.
***
Honey, don't you know it's rude to interrupt? I know I said I like when you're awake, but that ain't getting you out of a beating.
***
Ha, still got guts. Now, where was I? Ah, yes...

So, knowing they can't crack 'em, the families start sending professionals. Sadly for them, the hero thinks like they do. Each new guy sets a family back, and they can't harvest the same cash they did before. So, in one Hail Mary, they all meet up at the pub and pool their rainy days into a big pot. Then they call her: The Big Mama. See, you hire an assassin when you want results. If you want the entire damn scorecard, you call up Big Mama. She walks in, and goes "I'll get you your little good samaritan, but I need payment up front and again after". They're all outta options, see? So they pay up. Big Mama follows her trail, dodges the traps littered with the children they sent before, and... Here she is. So, "Hero"? Whaddya think?...
***
Right again. Your momma must be proud; Yeah, you're still alive. I wonder why?
***
You're on fire, doll. See if you know this one then: Which family paid extra to have you personally? The Crossmans were always the richest, so they could just because. Though you did manage to bust Big Lee's kid for smuggling, so maybe his baby brother wanted to get him a gift? They're very close, aren't they? If it wasn't for the blood they share, you might think there's more to it... But after all, why kill you? The Trippers could cut your tongue out and put you into work for them; better for you to live an example and not die a martyr... But if there's anyone who wants you more than the rest, it's gotta be The Hounds; I wonder if those rumours about them eating people were true. Maybe we'll find out, Hero? Though I wouldn't want that; those lips are too sweet, you'd make 'em diabetic.
***
I don't gotta do this? Easy for you to say, ain't it? Not all of us can be goody-two-shoes; being the bigger man ain't always being the richer, and money don't grow on trees. Well, I mean technically it does, but you know what I mean.
***
Nice try there, but I know you don't got that kinda money; I didn't just walk up and take ya. No, I made those guys pay me over time; I had a nice little bit of pocket money while I watched you, studied you, (She begins to show yandere traits), learned things about you even you didn't know, thought how you thought and saw what you saw... You could almost say I was your stalker, and I just took a little more than a lock of hair. Yes, you were my muse, doll, and I took time squeezing every penny out of your fanclub for thinking anyone could long for you like I did.

(Phone rings)... I gotta take that. Just sit there, and if you talk... Well, I know you won't. Not again...

(On phone): Yeah, Big Lee. Your present right here. I'll send you the place. Remember: You come here exactly when I tell you; not early, not late... Glad you know.
(Phone call ends, then the phone rings again)
Ah, Marcus! Just the man I wanted. Good news; I got you a surprise. Come by like I said; your wife is gonna sleep well after this. (Call ends)...
***
Yep, and the other two called when I was getting your dinner.
***
Like I said, I'm gonna squeeze them for everything they got. Not like they'll be needing it. After tonight, everyone's getting what is due.
***
Oh, quit begging, sweetie. It looks awful on you. Come on, give me that stoic little side grin you're known for.
***
Darlin', they ain't gonna touch ya. You got my word. I could never let them hurt my sweet.
***
I kept a lotta notes on you. What you do on the clock, off the clock, where you sleep and even what size clothes you're wearing; I like my kills to be perfect. If I can find a poetic way to end someone, you betcha I'm taking it. After all, when Big Mama is playing, losing isn't on the table. No, the way I see it, you were dead the moment I took the job. But I kept you; guess you could almost say you owe me your life or something? Yeah, you're mine, doll. And I ain't no sharing gal; what I have, I have all to myself.
***
Sigh, so smart and yet so clueless: I'm saying I like ya. Something you learn in my business is that everyone is screwy; just watch them long enough and you'll find their demons. Usually, the harder it is to find them, the worse they are. And yet with you... Seems you ARE your devils. And boy, are they handsome? *** Yeah, yeah. I know; Assassin falls for her target. *** Oh, believe me: I tried looking at my prospects; seems a gal like me can only attract guys and gals just as bad. Who knows? Maybe all these years trading lives and cash with the worst of society made a goody-two-shoes damn irresistable?


In an hour, they'll all be here; four doors into this place, all leading to this room. But here's the kicker: We ain't gonna be here. No, I got us a place to lay low for a while, and when the dust clears, it'll be the first plane to paradise. No more of this gritty business, for either of us. I want out, and I'm taking my prize with me.
***
Aww, don't be mad. I promise this will be good for us; a world like mine, being sweet is a death sentence, so you gotta keep it locked up tight. Truth is, I can be elegant when I want. I can be a sweet lass, real homely, kinda girl you'd bring home. I could be that for ya; fix up your favourites in the evening, watch the sun set with ya, maybe Big Mama will be an actual mama one day. If things go really good, we could even come back here; make this public and you can be the big hero again. I know I'd love that; dressing up for all the fancy evenings they'll throw for you. But patience, because you're coming with me whether you want to or not, so I'd prefer we do this real sweet. The last three weeks have been a real downer for me, you know? Keeping ya all cooped up like this? I'd prefer to watch you dealing with a crook.
***
Doll, I told ya; you've done an amazing job for the city; you can rest now. Mission accomplished. There's enough momentum to keep your war going. Let me give you this.
***
No, doll. Nobody is gonna be looking for you; they all think you're off taking a break. Wasn't easy copying your handwriting, but worth it for this.
***
Listen, doll. We can have a little marital strife later, but for now, shut that pretty mouth and pay attention: This next hour is going to change our lives.
***
See this? It's a simple detonator, push the button and BOOM. I got a guy who makes some real strong stuff; just a bit will wipe a block off the earth. How much, you ask? Well... to incinerate any living matter for a mile, it can fit snugly under say... Oh, a chair?
***
Yeah, remember when I had a go at you for hitting the stuff under your chair? Well, now you know.
***
Yes, baby. I AM insane. Insane for you... (Speaker kisses the MC)... See? Told you can be your gal.
***
What can I say, you're dynamite, darling~... Now, stay still; I got you a little something for the trip. (Speaker sticks MC with a needle)... shh,shh,shh, relax. Just a little something while I get you outta here.
***
Listen, pumpkin. You're mine now. If you want to stay tied up and call me a bad girl, then you can. But I think you'd prefer spending your nights in a bed. I know I want you there, too.
***
Just try making this work with me; I promise, Hero: If you're sweet to this gal, then she can be real sweet to you...


(Small note: The speaker's nickname "Big Mama" can be changed, should it be preferrable. The only change to the script is from "Big mama might even be a real mama" to "(name) might even be a mama").