by Sandra Raine
By now I suspected Jeanest had contacted Parker and told him what went down. And I only hoped that someone from Parker's crew would pay Jeanest a visit, put a bullet through her fucking head and bury her carcass somewhere in the fucking desert. Now as for Marx, my only hope was that he wouldn't be harmed.
By the time the bus arrived in St. Louis it was already evening. As planned, I caught a cab to the nearest Wal-Mart and bought myself a skirt and a blouse from off the clearance rack, along with a pair of jeans and a couple of more sweatshirts, some panties, another bra, and a fleece jacket. Once I paid for my things, I headed into the store's bathroom and changed into the skirt and blouse. The skirt was long and puffy; it complimented my boots. Outside the store, I flagged down another cab and headed back to the bus station. And instead of being dropped off inside the bus station's parking lot the cab was forced to park alongside the curb 'cause the lot was bustling with people and traffic.
I paid the driver and got off the cab and stood curbside for about a good minute. My back was to the traffic. There was a commotion taking place in the parking lot which had the bus station's security trying to calm the people that were arguing. And 'cause I was transfixed on what was happening seeing that I wanted to steer myself clear from it, I did not hear nor see the black SUV pulling up behind me. And within a matter of a second my life changed in an instant.
One minute I was standing on the sidewalk in front of the bus station, and the next minute I was in the back seat of the SUV struggling to breathe 'cause my face had been forced down over the seat. And instead of hearing the SUV peeling out and stirring up commotion of its own, it instead pulled onto the oncoming traffic in a slow and orderly fashion.
"Get her up!" an all to familiar voice said suddenly to the person holding me down. And when I was brought back up from having been kissing the seat for the last couple of minutes, I was face-to-face with my worst enemy: Andrew Parker. And he looked fucking pissed. And so pissed in fact I didn't see the cloth being shoved against my nose and mouth.
"Night, night, sweetheart," Parker then crooned with this big fucking smirk smeared across his ever pleasant looking face which began to drift further and further from me until he became another of my absolute darkness's.
Chapter 13
I heard voices.
Masculine voices, nothing feminine. And they were drawing closer and closer and closer to my audio senses.
And then the voices started to become oddly familiar then eerily familiar and then. . .just familiar. They were voices of the past. . .
Dominic.
Justin.
Josh.
and then. . .
Marx?
And just like that, my eyes shot open and to the horrid sight of Justin who was just sitting there beside me, staring straight at me neither amused or intrigued or enticed. No. He was staring at me concerned as if he were worried that I might have never woken up.
"Jane?" he then mustered. And it was in that moment when I broke out of my trance, my legs kicking up invisible dust; my mouth screaming into nothing but a muffled silence; and my hands hitting nothing but thin air. . .I realized I had been restrained from doing either - screaming and fighting. And when I saw my predicament from outside of myself staring down at myself, I knew right then and there I was in grave danger.
Justin, looking relieved that I was alive and behaving in my old feisty self, got up from the bed leaving me exposed to Dominic and Josh, and lastly, Marx. And neither made a sound. Neither made a move toward my direction. It was like they were a bunch of statues just standing there and staring down at me with these weird and blank expressions; but it was my heart that suddenly broke in two when I looked back onto Marx and he just turned away, nowhere near the vicinity of helping me in my restraints. It was as if he was abandoning a dog to the pound, and he was disgusted with himself.
"What time is he looking to get back here?" Dominic deposed Justin who was pacing his space, looking like he was trying to solve an equation to a mathematical problem. I mean, I don't think I've ever seen Justin looked so stumped before. And I don't think I've ever seen Dominic or Josh looking ever so vulnerable, either. I mean, the scene was extremely unnerving that soon I began to feel as they were feeling: scared.
I glanced back at Marx. He was now sitting down beside this mediocre looking table, his eyes fixed on me, his expression shifting from disgust to great concern then heartbreak.
"Does she have to be fucking tied like that?!" Marx grunted feeling somewhat restrained himself, 'cause he could only suggest instead of do.
"Yes." Josh replied adamantly.
"Fuck!" Marx seethed, kicking the leg beneath the table.
"Look, man, I know you're upset about what you're seeing, but if we untie Jane against Parker's orders we'll all be risking a cap in our ass. And I don't feel exactly feel like fucking dying today. Sorry, Jane." Josh then apologized. And to my surprise, he actually sounded sincere, yet looking as pained as Marx.
"In about half an hour they'll be here," Justin alas replied. He stopped pacing. And the thing he said next just about left me cowering in fear: "We're going to have to stage this."
"What?!" Marx retorted suddenly, erecting to his feet.
"I don't understand?" Dominic said scrunching his forehead confused.
"We have to make it look like. . .like the shit he requested was done."
"And how in the fuck are we supposed to do that, eh, Cuz?" Josh argued.
"We have to make it look like we. . .raped her. . .repeatedly."
"That sounds a bit far fetched, Justin," Marx retorted doubtedly as he glanced in my direction looking pained by the idea.
"I'm in agreement," said Dominic. "I mean. . .and you're talking about hard evidence here. . .solid evidence, something that wouldn't make him suspect otherwise."
"As in what are you talking about?" Marx pressed.
"Bruising. Blood. Semen."
"Oh no you won't be going there!" Marx fortified, and quite sternly. It was to my understanding that he wasn't about to let Dominic, Justin or Josh anywhere near me. . .not in that sense.
"There's a way to getting around all that without having had any sexual contact with Jane," Justin assured leaving Marx, Dominic and Josh to gaze at him curiously. "But Jane needs to be a good sport. Let us do what needs to be done." And suddenly all eyes were on me as if I knew exactly what the hell Justin was talking about. However, a part of me did have some sort of inclination to what he exactly meant by my being "a good sport". And I knew that some harm would have to come to me. But how much remained the question.
Justin was now back at my side. With one knee over the bed, he leaned toward the bottom of my skirt, grabbed a stern hold of it and ripped it up the center, just enough to expose a partial of my panties. Then, he reached up under my skirt and ripped the panties off my body. After, he reached for my blouse and ripped that also but down the center. Then he reached for my bra and pulled it down just below my breasts. Once Justin got the clothes part down, he then made his way toward my face.
"You're going to have to hold still, Jane, 'cause this is going to hurt. And unfortunately I need to hit you - twice. Understand? Please understand."
"Let me do it," Marx volunteered leaving Justin somewhat staggered as well as Dominic and Josh.
"Marx, I can handle this." Justin contended.
"By the time you're pleading for her to understand, Justin. . .it's obvious you can't handle it. So let me do it."
"Fine." Justin gave in, getting up from the bed with Marx sitting down. And instead of him pleading and consoling and asking for me to forgive him for what he was about to do, Marx raised his hand and struck me twice on each side of my face. The force of his hit coerced me to see more than just stars. . .I saw rage; a blinding rage 'cause he struck me without so much as thinking about it. And while I thought Jeanest's stern slap to my face was brutal, it was no match against Marx's. I mean, my face stung like I had just gotten stinged by a swarm of wasps: The pain wa
s ten times worse, and I knew those two hits were going to leave a massive bruise to my ego as well as my face; I despised Marx's dark side.
"How much time is left?" Marx pried, getting up from the bed and walking away from me while I just slumped there with tears slowly starting to fall from my eyes.
"'Bout fifteen minutes. . .give or take." Dominic responded.
"Good. There should be some bruising by the time they arrive." Marx then stated matter-of-factly.
"Any of you got any cum? Some blood?" Justin bided like he was a junkie trying to score.
"For what?" Josh mulled questionably. "I mean. . .look at her, man. . .She looks raped enough already!"
"Yeah. But if I know Parker, he'll inspect."
"Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me, Dom!?" Marx chastised leaving Dominic to raise an eyebrow, and with moral confidence. "Shit!" Marx then spat when it occurred to him that Dominic could be right. "Fucking prick!" he belched beneath his breath.
"Don't worry about it," Dominic eased as none of the others, particularly Marx appeared to be interested in giving Parker the satisfaction. Dominic slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Meanwhile, as we all waited, I found myself silently drowning in shame and in turmoil despite the fact that I wasn't raped as Andrew Parker insisted that I be. I guess he wanted me to be broken down once again. Maybe or perhaps figuring that I lost a great sense of what being controlled and being a sex slave meant 'cause of the things that kept me from being those for the longest while. Then my thoughts shifted to Justin, Marx, Dominic and Josh and why they were staging something that could get them into trouble. I mean, I couldn't figure out their angle, or why suddenly they decided to go against Parker and the Organization they all worked for. Suddenly I began to wonder where their loyalties were starting to truly lie 'cause it wasn't in me. To them, I was just merely a stepping stone for them to get to where they planned on going. One thing I did know for sure. . .I was totally broadsided by their actions particularly Marx's 'cause I couldn't get a precise grasp on his emotions even considering that a great part of me was starting to fall for him. I figured if all goes to plan to whatever they were planning, I would confront his emotions at that point.
Dominic walked back into the room with a styrofoam cup in his hand. And like Justin, he leaned over my body and began painting the inside of my thighs as well as the surrounding parts of my vagina with his semen. With a pocketknife, Josh cut the base of one of his fingers and he, too, smeared his blood where Dominic smeared his semen. A second later, Justin's cell went off. He picked up on the second ring.
"Yeah," he said. "Okay." he then said a few seconds later. Then he clicked the line dead. "They'll be here in two minutes." Justin announced prompting Dominic to tug some of the bedding off the bed while Josh, Marx and Justin each took their shirts off and unbuckled their jeans. Justin lit a couple of cigarettes, passing one off to Dominic and keeping the other. Josh and Marx both grabbed a bottle of beer from the six pack that had been sitting undisturbed on the mediocre looking table. Marx quickly snapped the bottle cap off his beer and took a hefty swig before he poured some of it on his hands and smeared it over his face and a partial of his hair. Josh also snapped the cap off his beer and pitched some of it onto the bed. He, too, poured some beer into his hand and smeared it on himself before. He then leaned into me and smeared some of the beer around my face and neck. And suddenly there was a knock at the door prompting Justin to sweep a cautious eye across the room, letting us know that there was a plan in place and that we need to be careful not to fuck it up.
Justin opened the door and in swept Andrew Parker, Bob Ray, and to my absolute dismay, Abel. I could feel the blood draining from my face just having to see Abel walking through the door with his band of brothers.
For a minute there is silence, one of loyalty and power specifically between Parker and Dominic's men. And from my vantage, the silence was so intense that silence would have easily betrayed itself to noise, if there had been. But instead the silence continued long after Justin closed the door and Andrew Parker taking his seat right down beside me.
My body instantly cringed when Parker's eyes swept over my dismal appearance. He seemed both disgusted and disappointed, but most importantly, satisfied.
"It appears like you've boys worked Jane over something good," Parker then mused as his hand slid up and down between my thighs, his fingers fingering the remnants of Dominic's semen and Josh's blood unbeknownst to him. Parker then pulled back his fingers to his nose and inhaled the fervor scent which would determine if loyalty could fool the ethics of his power. And there must've been some form of trust bonded with Parker 'cause he smirked, bringing his power back to attention.
"Dominic, a towel please," Parker beckoned over his shoulder. Dominic stiffened a nod and walked into the bathroom. Seconds later he emerged handing Parker a wet towel over his shoulder.
And for the life of me I could not see the brotherly resemblance between Dominic and Andrew - it seemed like something. . .or perhaps a gene or two was missing. I mean, I did see some resemblance between Bob Ray and Dominic as they tended to share some physical features around the eyes and mouth. I did however, see some resemblance between Abel Jr. and Parker, and that, too, was around the eyes, nose as well as the cheekbones; Parker had a fuller mouth while Abel's mouth was more refined, almost snobbish like. And they did share a characteristic for false beliefs and facade compassion whereas charm and introversion was shared between Bob Ray and Dominic.
"Lovely Miss Jeanest made stern mention that you, Jane," and Parker then paused suddenly to shift his attention to me coercing my stomach to pinch aggressively. ". . .supposedly stole Marx's gun. You wouldn't happen to have had that on you, would you?" And I said nothing. I mean, I really couldn't talk 'cause my mouth was still duct taped. So Dominic took it upon himself to speak for me.
"We found nothing in her belongings, or on her person."
Parker glanced in Marx's direction. "Are you sure you did lose your gun, Devon?" Marx, keeping a pokerface, nodded.
"Hmm," Parker droned. "I guess Miss Jeanest has mislead me then. Wouldn't you agree?" Parker continued to survey Marx, who in turn, nodded again, still keeping to that same pokerface.
"Yes, she has," Marx then went on to verbally agree, without a hint of doubt clinging to his stable tone. Damn! Even I had to admit that Marx was good.
Parker held Marx's gaze for about a good minute. I could sense that Parker was harboring some sort of doubt in him, in his inhibitions 'cause Marx appeared to be much to confident in his demeanor, and I could also sense that Parker was a little threatened by it.
"Come here, Devon," Parker then summoned which obviously broadsided everyone, except for Marx 'cause he never faltered from Parker's gaze where the rest of us exchanged puzzling looks with each other, including myself but with Dominic and Justin. I could've sworn I saw beads of sweat slowly starting to gather on their foreheads except for Josh, he was to busy chain-smoking; something he always did to calm his nerves.
As soon as Marx stepped to Parker, Parker casually leaned toward Marx's lower torso. And just slightly above his unbuttoned jeans, between his belly button and that soft trail of brownish-blond hair trailing down to Mark's pubis, Parker inhaled then exhaled then after, he straightened himself back up, nodding with a certain amount of confidence.
"You're wearing her perfume."
I had forgotten that not more than thirty-six hours ago I had engaged sexually and consensually with Marx. And it also occurred to me that he hadn't showered which probably saved all our asses, particularly Dominic and Justin's. I even went as far to assume that Dominic, Justin and Josh would have easily kissed Marx's ass as a way of saying thanks.
"Leave us," Parker dismissed settling his attention back onto me. And when he heard no commotion being attempted toward the door, Parker gnashed his teeth together and bowed his head in a state of agitation. "Did you all not fucking hear me! I said. . .Leave us! NOW!"
It
didn't take long for the room to clear out despite the hesitancy, now meaning with Dominic, Marx, Justin and Josh who all expressed signs of despondence while Bob Ray and Abel remained neutral; my dilemma obviously having no affect on them.
After the door closed a panic immediately started to settle within me. And it must've been deeply rooted in my eyes 'cause it didn't take Parker long to take advantage of that human emotion; an emotion Parker obviously had lost the perception of 'cause he was no longer a human but clearly a monster.
Chapter 14
Andrew Parker expressed no mercy for me particularly when he ripped the duct tape from my mouth and grabbed a firm hold on my chin.
"Do you have any fucking idea how much grief you've caused me in the last couple of days, Jane, much less in the last fucking year? Seriously. . .Have you ANY fucking idea?!" Parker yelled, tightening his grasp on my chin while he shook my face in a state of rage. And in spite of my screaming and crying from the immense pain of the duct tape having been callously ripped from my mouth which felt like it had been separated from my flesh, Parker continued to shake my face as if he were a dog shaking a toy rag doll.
"Stop! Stop!" I pleaded with tears streaming heavy down my face. Parker finally took pity on me and abruptly let go of my face. It bounced off his grasp and kind of bobbed there just above my chest. I felt like I was on the verge of passing out.
"Look at me, Jane," Parker then demanded of me but I just couldn't bring myself to look him. I mean, I just wanted him to disappear from my sight. I wanted him to fucking die! "Look at me. Now!"
"No." I instead shouted, and quite sternly. Parker grabbed a hold of my chin again and forced me to look at him.