Context: This is something I wrote between my ocs Drizzle and Shelia, where Drizzle gets kidnapped. Drizzle has balence issues that cause her to need a cane and make her unable to run or stand without support.

Drizzle was attempting to ask the landlord about the increased rent prices-she really, really wasn't sure if she'd be able to afford them.

When she got there, she found them dead on the floor, with an ox like woman there, cutting apart the body. The two stared at each other, before Drizzle swallows.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can leave-I won't tell anyone-"

The woman rushed at her, and Drizzle couldn't run. She stood there, frozen, as a hand went to her throat and squeezed. She inhaled, and dropped her cane as her body went slack, kicking her feet to try to regain any kind of momentum. Black spots appeared in her vision until she fell unconcious.

She woke up, tied on the couch, looking at the woman, who seemed to be cleaning up the blood. Her cane was next to her, she noted.

"Right, sorry for choking you out and all-just wasn't sure if you'd try to run," The woman looked incredibly awkward.

"Are you mad at me?" It was a stupid, thing to ask, but she was always worried that if someone was mad, they'd take it out on her.

The ox woman blinked.

"Uhhh, no, just cleaning up. But you're going to come with me, after,"

Drizzle felt her heart sink. "I won't tell anyone, I promise, please don't kill me,"

"Why would I kill you?"

Drizzle stared at the blood on the ground and looked up at her.

"Well, you killed my landlord, so I thought you were going to kill me,"

The woman shook her head.

"I only kill bad people. You don't seem like one, for now," Was she a vigilanete? This was making her head spin.

The woman approached, and Drizzle pressed her back against the couch, unable to do much as she watched the bulky frame get bigger in her vision.

"I'm Shelia. What's your name?"

"Drizzle. I really won't tell anyone-I know kidnapping is a lot of work and all,"

"Yeah, can't trust you on that, sorry,"

"Do you really not plan to kill me?"

"Nope. Just give me a second and we can get going," She spoke so casually for someone who just murdered a guy.

Drizzle swallowed and watched her movements, taking in every detail about her new captor.

A few minutes later, Shelia approached and picked her up, easily, and Drizzle fought hard not to hyperventilate, as she imagined getting dropped. If she had free arms she would cling to her. With her other hand, Shelia picked up Drizzle's cane, which was a surprisingly kind touch.

Drizzle was left gagged in a car. She didn't mean to get carsick, but fear and anxiety made her do weird things. She felt really bad when she started choking on her vomit and Shelia had to pull over and take out the gag to let her throw up on the side of the road.

She took deep breaths with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just got sick and-" She felt a large hand on her back, mostly straightening it.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, I'll get you water once we get to my house,"

They do indeed get to the house. Drizzle is left tied up on the couch. Her cane is still brought, which is interesting.

Shelia talks a lot about getting her things and Drizzle is just confused the whole time.

"So-so the plan is for me to live here? For how long?"

"Uhhh, don't know, haven't figured that out yet,"

"But-I have a job, and a life outside, people are going to come looking for me,"

"Well they aren't going to find you,"