Sweet Giselle

by Karen P. Williams

  Then, suddenly, E said, “Ponce, stop!”

  Instantly, Ponce moved his penis away from my butt.

  I took a deep breath of relief.

  “Fuck! What? Why?”

  “Bryce said not to rape her.”

  Ponce groaned deep in his throat and shoved me away roughly. “Bitch!”

  I hid my face in my forearms and continued to cry. But I couldn’t help but feel relieved. Whoever Bryce was, he had just saved me.

  “You come here.”

  I peeked from under my forearms at the girl, Leslie. She crawled over to Ponce, still naked.

  “Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll take care of you.”

  I closed my eyes tight as I heard slurping sounds coming from her and him moaning deeply.

  A few minutes later I heard, “Yeah, swallow all my nut. The nut I wanted that bitch to swallow. Now, get it hard again.”

  “No problem.”

  Next, I heard the sound of bodies slapping against each other. When I heard three people moaning, I was horrified to see E on his back, the girl on top of him, and Ponce behind her. She was having sex with both of them at the same time. I was going to try to get away.

  They were so into it that they didn’t see me walk toward the room that E had come out of earlier. As I eased toward the door—with about three more steps, I would have been there—I heard, “Where the fuck you going?”

  I didn’t turn back to see if E or Ponce had said it. I just said quickly, “To the bathroom. I have to use it.”

  “She naked. She can’t go nowhere, Ponce,” said E.

  Silence. I peeked and saw they were back into their threesome and didn’t care.

  I took a deep breath and closed the space between me and the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door and rushed over to the window. I was so relieved to see that it was a sliding window with no bars. I opened it slowly. There was a screen, so I pushed it out the window. Then I stood on the toilet and climbed onto the windowsill. I looked outside. It was nighttime, but I could see a small backyard. The window wasn’t very high up. Luckily, there were no dogs back there. I climbed out the window and leaped.

  I landed on my side, and although I felt a stinging on my legs, I stood to my feet quickly and took off running down the street. I didn’t know where I was or what to do, so I ran to one house and knocked on the door. When they didn’t answer immediately, I ran off, scared that the two guys would see me. I knew I needed to get as far away from that street as possible. That was the best bet.

  Being naked didn’t make the situation any better.

  As I ran farther up the street, I saw a car driving slowly down the street. I flagged it down and screamed, “Wait! Help!”

  Thank God the car stopped.

  I rushed up to it and snatched open the passenger-side door and hopped inside. “Please just drive!” I yelled, fearfully looking behind me for the two men.

  “Is everything okay? Where are your clothes?”

  “I will tell you if you please just drive away!”

  He busted a U-turn and sped off.

  “Thank you! My husband and I were at dinner, and these guys beat him up.” I took a deep breath, because I was crying again at the mention of what they did to my husband. “They kidnapped me and beat me up and forced themselves on me!”

  His speed increased. The car was dark inside, because it was nighttime, and I could barely make out the face of the man who asked me that.

  “I don’t know why they did this to me and my husband.”

  “Because your husband fucked up!”

  I gasped. Oh no. My heart started pounding wildly in my chest. He must be a part of this. I reached for the door handle, but his hand was on mine.

  “Please let me go.”

  “Listen, Giselle. You look real sweet, but the fact of the matter is Ponce and E and JB, they work for Bryce. I work for him, too. In fact, that’s my big bro. You should have picked another car. Now, I’m not going to hurt you, but you not going home or nowhere near it. You are officially the property of Bryce.”

  I continued to cry silently. I thought that I had found an escape, someone who would help me. Now I wished that I had just tried my luck at one of the other homes I had passed. But now it was too late to change anything. They had me. I shuddered at the thought of what they would do with me now.

  Twenty minutes later the car came to a stop. The guy had held one of my arms the whole ride there and did not release me until he got out on his side. I hopped out on my side and tried to make a run for it. He caught me easily, and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed ten pounds. Like I wasn’t still naked. I wanted him to let me go. I wasn’t a baby and didn’t want to be carried. But at least he wasn’t dragging me by my hair or being rough or brutal like those other guys were.

  He walked toward a house, knocked, then shoved the door open. He carried me through it. I shoved my hair out of my face so I could look around the large living room.

  He paused and asked, “Bryce, where you at?”

  “In here, Angel.”

  He carried me down a hallway to a half-opened door. He pushed the door open and walked inside. “I got her right here. And they fucked baby girl up.”

  I was then unceremoniously dumped at someone’s feet.

  I met the gaze of another man I did not know. He was seated behind a desk.

  I scanned his face to see if there was anything familiar about him. Thought maybe he was a past employer of Giovanni and had it in for him. He was a big, buff guy, I could tell, and although he was seated, I could see he was also tall. He had dark brown skin and well-sculpted features. A broad, firm nose, full lips. Light brown eyes. His hair was cut so that he had just a little bit on his head. It was in waves. He reminded me of the new fiancé of Lil Wayne’s ex-wife, Toya. He wore a white T-shirt, and up and down his arms were various tattoos. I studied them. There were several tribal bands, some writing in Chinese, and a sun. I was also surprised to see a hog tattooed on him. Who does that?

  Looking from him to the guy that brought me here, I observed that they looked a lot alike, except the guy who brought me here seemed much slimmer and shorter that the guy called Bryce.

  “I was just on the phone with those fools. I can’t believe that they are dumb enough to let a female get away.”

  “They need to be fired after what they did to her.”

  I felt Bryce’s eyes on me again. He was scanning me from head to feet. His eyes traveled all over my naked body. I tried to cover my private parts with my hands.

  “Yeah, it looks like they fucked her up good.”

  “Yeah, baby girl looks bad.”

  “But it could be worse. They could have done to her what her husband did to our little sister. You were always fucking softhearted. Don’t forget about what they did to our little sister, Angel.”

  Angel tried to harden his soft-looking face when he looked at me again. “Right.”

  I looked down and bit my lip to keep from defending my husband against their lies.

  Bryce said, “And it’s a damn shame that I have to stop what the fuck I’m doing to babysit because their dumb asses couldn’t keep up with her. They are always fucking shit up. Man, this is the last straw. They gone.”

  His brother was silent.

  “So the operation is shut down at this spot. I can’t afford for her to get away again. So I’m going to need you to hold shit down while I deal with this situation.”

  “Don’t worry. You know I got you, bro, anything you need.”

  “You need me, you know where you can find me.” Bryce’s eyes were on me again. “Now the question is, what am I going to do with her?”

  After Angel left, he just stared at me for a while. I tried to keep myself covered but couldn’t. With the condition that I was in—all bruised up, with dried blood and semen on my face—I knew I couldn’t look or smell too appealing.

  He stood and walked toward the door. “Get up,” he told me coldly.

  I stood
to my feet.

  “Walk.”

  My legs were cramped, which caused me to miss a step as I attempted to walk.

  “Walk!” He towered above me.

  I ignored the pain in my joints and walked out of the room. When we got to a staircase, I paused and asked, “Where are you taking me?”

  Instead of answering, he snatched me up and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me down the hall. “You taking too fucking long,” he growled.

  I screamed loudly for help. “Please let me go!” I was a grown woman, capable of walking on my own. I was tired of being carried from place to place like I was a child.

  He swatted me on my ass so hard that when I tried to scream, no sound came out. He stopped in front of a room. He opened the door and walked toward a big bed. He tossed me on it.

  I fell back on the bed. I did not move for a good minute. I was too scared. I prayed that he didn’t try and finish me off. Rape me, like the other guys tried to do. Or worse. Because this man had the eyes of a killer.

  “Don’t get off that bed, if you know what’s good for you,” he warned.

  He stepped through another door in the room, which, I assumed, belonged to the bathroom. I scooted over to a corner of the bed. I looked around the room for the nearest window. But in a flash, he was back with some alcohol and some cotton balls.

  He sat next to me on the bed. He poured some of the alcohol on a cotton ball and tried to dab it on my face. He was the reason for the bruises in the first place, so the shit was insulting to me. I slapped his hand away from me and scooted away from him.

  He snatched one of my hands and roughly yanked me back toward him. He acted like he detested me. I cried out from the pain. Why does this man hate me so much? I wondered. I should be hating him, since he had those guys kidnap me and hurt me, and he was probably the one that put them up to attacking my husband.

  When he tried to wipe my face again, I defiantly spit in his.

  “Bitch!” His head snapped back in outrage. He shoved me away so hard, I fell on the floor. I scooted away and curled my body into a ball.

  He stood to his feet and walked toward the door. Once there, it seemed that something made him stop. I peeked from under my forearms as he turned back around to face me.

  “Look, bitch. I can barely stand the sight of you. But the fact of the matter is this. Until I get what I want from your husband, you ain’t leaving. So if you think you going to escape, you dead fucking wrong.”

  What was he talking about? I was brave enough to say, “Get what? Who are you, and why did you kidnap me and hurt my husband?”

  “Look, it’s best you don’t ask me any questions. Seeing that you married that piece of shit, you should be well aware of the fucked-up, sick shit that he does and why anyone would want to kidnap you.”

  Again, I was confused about what he was talking about. My husband wasn’t a bad man, and I knew he would never lower himself to deal with anyone like Bryce and his crazy goons. So I had no problem defending my husband to him, and I did it with confidence. Because Bryce didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He had the wrong damn person. “You are mistaken. My husband didn’t do anything. I’m telling you, you have the wrong person. So it is in your best interest to take me back home to my—”

  He cut me off. “Oh, I got the right mufucka. He’s been blowing up my phone to get you back. Which I highly doubt will happen. And since you wanted to run your ass off, your ass will be here with me. Which is costing me time and money. That frustrates the hell out of me. And trust me, all my anger and frustrationwill be taken out on you. Trust and believe you ain’t going to escape from here. Matter of fact, get comfortable in this room, ’cause you ain’t leaving it.”

  So he wasn’t going to let me go. After all I had been put through on account of him, and he was going to continue on with this? I yelled angrily, “Fuck you!”

  He flinched at that, took a step toward me. But then he stopped himself. “I’m going to say as little to you as possible. Because, bitch, you going to make me kill you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” With that, he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

  As soon as he did, I stood to see if I could get one of the windows in the room open. There were two, and I tried both of them. They had bolts on them, as if this shit was already set up for me to come here. I rushed to the bathroom. I swore when I got there and discovered that there was no window in the bathroom. Now, how was I going to escape? The seconds flying by while I thought of an escape sent me into panic mode, because truthfully, I didn’t know how I was going to get out of that room.

  When I started yelling at the top of my lungs for someone to help me, Bryce came back to the room. He rushed toward me and said, “I’m telling you now to shut the fuck up.”

  I continued yelling.

  Next thing I knew, he started throwing the comforter off the bed. He grabbed one of the sheets and walked toward me. I tried to run, but he grabbed me quickly and dragged me to the bed. I started screaming again, but it didn’t stop him from tying each one of my limbs to the bedposts with the sheet, which he ripped up. Then he tore off another piece of the sheet, stuffed it in my mouth, and then secured it by tying another piece around my head.

  Tears streamed from my eyes. I stared at him hatefully. Being tied up and not being able to defend myself against whatever they had planned for me had me terrified.

  He took in my tears. “Now, I didn’t want to do this. But you won’t stop making all that goddamn noise. You decide to shut the fuck up, and maybe I will come back and untie you.”

  With that he left the room.

  Chapter 11

  It was not until the next day that he came back. By the time he did, waiting on him, I ended up peeing on myself. I was given no food. It made me hate his ass even more. You didn’t treat a dog that way. How could a person let another person sleep in human waste and go without any food?

  I was relieved when he came into the room with a bag, a drink in his hand, and a dress. He sat them down on the dresser. He walked up to me and just stood there for a moment. He was so tall, towering over me. His appearance was nothing like my husband’s. My husband wore thousand dollar slacks and thousand dollar shirts and expensive shoes. This man had on a long white T-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. How juvenile. I gave him a hateful look as he kneeled down in front of me.

  “Listen. It’s very obvious to me that you need to be humbled, and I have no problem humbling you some more if you choose not to act right. I have some food for you, something to drink, and even something to wear. It is in your best interest to shut the fuck up and get cleaned and fed. Do you understand?”

  I nodded, because I was starving, but my eyes displayed the hate I already had for him.

  Slowly, he removed the tie around my head, and I pushed the piece of sheet in my mouth out with my tongue. My mouth felt so dry. He let me sip on the soda first. It felt so good sliding down my throat. Then he started pulling french fries out of the bag and started feeding them to me one by one. I chewed each one quickly, my eyes looking at the wall.

  He allowed me to sip on the soda some more before he unwrapped the burger. He fed me this as well. A couple of times he sniffed and looked around. I knew he smelled the pee on me and on the bed from the night before. It embarrassed me. But what could I do? He had me tied to the bed. He continued to feed me in silence. I also felt uncomfortable with this man I didn’t even know feeding me like I was a baby. But it seemed that this was what he wanted. To humble me. But for me it was more like humiliation.

  When I was done eating, he put all the trash in the bag and said, “I’m going to let you go in here to use the bathroom, and after that you can shower and get that piss off of you. Don’t do anything crazy,” he warned.

  I nodded. I was going to play along.

  He untied me. I stood to my feet, still nude, and walked into the bathroom. And sure enough, he stood in the doorway as I used the bathroom. Since there was no
window in there and no way for me to escape, I wondered what the purpose of not letting me close the door and watching me pee was. Probably to humiliate me more than he already had. I was already embarrassed by the fact that I smelled like pee and I was naked in front of a stranger who would, under normal circumstances, never be in my world. It outraged me that he was able to see parts of me that were off-limits to everyone but my husband and doctor.

  He turned on the shower. I wiped myself with tissue, flushed the toilet, and stood to my feet.

  He turned around, looked at me, and flicked his head toward the shower. “Get in.”

  I complied. There was a washrag inside the shower and some shower gel. I started soaping myself up, all the while thinking that I needed to find a way to escape.

  “Hurry up,” he ordered.

  I rinsed off in a fast manner. This might be my only opportunity to try to get away again, so, thinking quickly, I poured some of the shower gel on one of my hands and let that hand hang like my other one, loosely at my side.

  He opened the shower door. I stepped out quickly. My heart was pounding. If I was unable to escape after I did this, I knew I would have to feel his wrath, whatever it was. But I needed to try to get away.

  When he bent over and pulled out a towel from one of the cabinets, I knew that was my chance. As soon as he turned back toward me, I took my hand that had some of the shower gel on it and smeared the gel directly in his eyes.

  “Fuck!”

  He was blinded temporarily, and I took that as an opportunity to run out the bathroom. I rushed toward the door and tried to open it. I screamed in frustration when I could not get the knob to turn. I started pounding on the door and yelling over and over again, “Help me please! He kidnapped me!”