Standing silent and quiet against the wall of the room he watched as the figure of his target worked its way into the room with… something… in her hands. What was that? It looked… long… or was it short? It looked thin, and almost fragile but with almost every movement the young man lost track of what was in her hands so all he could do was hold as still as possible.

That was until his nose itched…

[color=silver][i]SHIT![/i][/color] With the itch getting overbearing, he reached a hand up and quickly rubbed his nose but his moments gave him away!

[b]CRACK[/b] 

The small thin thing she had been holding turned out to be a hand of either a mop or a broom which cracked against his shoulder and he let out a grunt of pain. Shit he was caught! Seeing as there was no point to try and hide anymore he took off after her and caught up before she could get to the door. One large hand went around her head, his palm pressing hard against her mouth to silence her while his other arm wrapped around her waist pinning her arms to her side. 

[color=lime]“You’ve got some fight in ya Lass.”[/color] He whispered in her ear. His voice was deep and smooth like silk but with a snippet of cocky arrogance to it. [color=lime]“Good because you’re gonna  need it.”[/color] Slipping the hand from her mouth he quickly wrapped his large arm around her throat and squeezed cutting off her windpipe hoping to get her to pass out. Within that same movement he plucked her feet from the ground and spun around so she couldn’t attempt to kick the door and alert for help. Time to go to sleep.