In the Darkest Hour

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Caden is due here in a little while.”

  “Okay, thanks.” Georgia felt her gut clench and that instinctive investigative feeling fill her gut. She immediately thought about Misty Ann.

  ‘This is bullshit. I want to know who even made these accusations? I have a right to know,” Guy Rogers asked Dr. Fortright over the phone.

  “I’m sorry, but I am not at liberty to say. The investigation will be done out of house so that there is no one to interfere with this and we can prove you are not negligent or have been over-drugging your patients.”

  “I can’t believe this. I’m a member of the board. I’ve been here for ten years and my reputation alone gets clients in that front door. How dare someone accuse me of such behavior. It’s slander and I will sue when I find out who it was. You don’t know who I know.”

  “Guy, calm down. If everything is in order, then there isn’t anything to be concerned over.”

  “Who was it Fortright?”

  “Several individuals have notified various members of the board as well as the military representatives. We cannot risk our funding, or our monetary supporter. We must follow protocol. Take the time to relax a bit, get a break from your scheduling.”

  “I have clients to see. They need me,” he yelled.

  “They are being reassigned for the time being. We will have staff—"

  “Reassigned? How can you do that? I need them and they need me,” he said. He was losing his mind. The anger boiled within him. How would he get by without Amanda? He almost lost Misty Ann, and Aggy? Oh God, Aggy needed more drugs and he was going to see her tomorrow night. Misty needed pain meds now because he got a little too into the role playing, but she did too, so it was great. He never came so hard.

  “Take the time. I will be in touch,” Fortright said and then ended the call.

  “Fuck! Who the fuck did this? Who?” He carried on and tried to think of who would have made these accusations. Immediately, he thought about the other day, last week when he saw Alaska with Simon, Marina, and that other guy he didn’t know. He was a soldier, Guy could tell. He had that attitude and all those muscles, and that look in his eyes. The eyes of a killer.

  “Alaska. You did this? I can’t believe this. After the fantasy I created for us. After me being so patient and waiting. Fuck. I have to get her and make her pay. She will take back what she said. I’ll say we had a love affair and I broke things off, and Alaska got angry and made the shit up. Then they’ll drop the case. I need to get her here. To get her someplace where I can drug her and feed her the information. Hell, and fuck her, too. Maybe beat the shit out of her and leave her for dead.” He smiled as a plan began to form in his mind.

  Alaska hung her head in the shower. She was tired, and the last several days had been stressful. She had been helping Marie Forte with the patients that Guy Rogers had, and so far, almost all of them showed higher levels of drugs in their systems than what the dosage showed on Guy Roger’s files. Right now, they were trying to prove that each of the clients weren’t taking it upon themselves to do drugs. Proving it when their minds were out of focus wasn’t easy or believable. It was a nightmare.

  When she felt someone come into the bathroom, she knew that it was Magnar. He was late getting to her house and the others already made love to her. He slid his arm around her waist, cupping her breast as he suckled against her neck. She stepped her feet apart and moaned, wanting him, needing him inside of her.

  “I missed you, baby. Heard you had another hard day at work.” He suckled a little harder on a sensitive spot.

  “Frustrating is more like it.”

  “Maybe I can help you to relax like the others did.”

  “Hmmm, maybe.” She tilted her ass back. He chuckled as water dripped down between them. He slid his fingers into her cunt, testing her entrance. She was wet and ready. It sure didn’t take much around these four men.

  “Ahh, just the way we like you, wet and warm, and ready for cock,” he said and eased his fingers out and replaced them with his dick. He nudged the tip of his cock up into her pussy and thrust right up into her. She moaned softly, embracing the feel of him filling her up and then beginning to rock. In and out, he thrust his hip. He pressed his palms over her palms against the tiled wall and made love to her slowly, deeply.

  “Oh Magnar, oh it feels so good, so right when one of you is inside of me connected like this.”

  “We feel it, too. I love being inside of you. Love making love to you.” He thrust in deep and held his cock in her cunt.

  “You should just move the fuck in with us,” he said and began to thrust again and again.

  “What?” she asked, shocked at him bringing this up. Was he serious? Did he really want to make that move? They didn’t all know one another that well despite all the sex.

  “I want you to think about it, baby. We adore you, want you in our beds, in our lives all the time. We want to do more things with you. Go places, explore this new feeling of life we have,” he said and continued to stroke faster and faster into her.

  “Oh, Magnar. I don’t know what to say. Oh!” She gasped as he thrust deep.

  “Later. Just feel, baby. Feel how good we are together. How perfect. We want you accessible, and with us in our beds. We want to wake up in the morning holding you and going to bed at night with you in our arms. It’s fucking crazy, but we can’t stand having you out of our sights,” he said and held her tight and rocked into her faster and faster until she cried out her release and he followed. They panted for breath as he eased from her body and hugged her from behind. She turned in his arms and hugged him around his waist and kissed his chest, his scars, and wondered if she was ready to take such a next step.

  He cupped her cheeks. “Don’t you get all quiet on me. We love you. You’ve taken us out of the darkness and brought us each new light. You changed my men for the better and you did the same for me. This is the real deal, Alaska. Forever,” he said and pressed his lips to hers.

  “I love you, too. I love all of you, and it scares me, yet excites me about what’s to come.”

  “Think about it, okay? But don’t take too long. The guys are not patient at all when it comes to you. Just as I’m not either,” he said and then held her in his arms until it was time to rinse off because the water was getting cold.

  Guy Rogers needed to take the edge off or he would not have the patience he needed to handle Alaska. He applied the makeup and fake beard to his cheeks and even put in the contact lenses so he was in full disguise before he went to visit Aggy. He was shocked when he arrived and she seemed on edge and a bit upset. She was telling him how she was having trouble sleeping, that she felt like she was on some kind of drug because she would shake and have flashbacks of things. She asked him how she got a mark on her ankles and he told her he had no idea. That he hadn’t seen it. He had though. He tied her to the bed posts, and she struggled to get free when the drugs he gave her wore off. Then he had to backtrack and inject some more.

  He didn’t have a lot of time, but he needed her. She would take that edge off and make him go into battle content and calm, not high-strung, loaded, cocked and ready. No, with Alaska he was going to take his time and totally fuck with her head.

  “Aggy, baby, it’s okay. Do you think you got into those drugs you told me about? The ones you used to do a year ago?”

  “No. No, no, no, I was done with that for five years. This is different and it only seems to happen when you’re around,” she said and rubbed the back of her neck.

  He didn’t need this.

  He came up behind her and wrapped her up in his arms. “Aggy baby, I know what might help.” He kissed her neck.

  “No, Johnny. I think you should go.”

  “No, baby. I’m not leaving you like this,” he said, and she sat on the couch and covered her face with her hands. He slipped the drug into her glass of water. The liquid was clear and undetectable.

  “Have a sip of your drink and let’s talk this through. I�
��m concerned,” he said.

  She stared at him, but she did take the glass and she did start drinking it. She may be trying to resist his power, but he instilled enough fear, enough threat into her subconscious mind that it should help her to concede to his orders.

  “How is work? Has that been too stressful?” he asked her, and she took another long sip. More than enough to start kicking in. He would inject her after.

  He leaned back and watched her like a pro, like a master who always got the control and power. She would come to him. She would beg for his cock.

  Soon she was blinking her eyes and then fanning herself. He opened his thighs and stared at her. “I think you owe me an apology for your attitude towards me and your accusations,” he said to her.

  She pressed her palm to her forehead. “See, I feel funny now. How? Why?” she asked and then leaned back.

  “Drink the rest of your water, Aggy. Then come over here and take care of me. I have big plans happening tomorrow, and tonight I need to let off some steam.”

  She drank the rest of the water and lowered to the rug. She crawled to him, took off her top and then slid her palms up his pants to his crotch. He smiled and then gave her orders. He gripped her hair and head just as she started to undo his pants.

  “The enemies are all around us, Aggy. They want to destroy what we have. This special bond. I won’t let them destroy this bond we share. I won’t let the drugs you take, the ones your addicted to, ruin what we have. I want you to stop using them, and make me your drug. Shoot me up into your body, into your soul, Aggy.” He kissed her. As he pulled back, he lowered her to her knees. “Everything off. You need to be cleansed from the drugs you do, and from accusing me of being a part of that.”

  “I’m sorry, Johnny. I’m sorry. I need you and I love you. Please stay with me, make love to me, do whatever you want. I need you.”

  He smiled softly. “Indeed you do need me, and you also need discipline.”

  Aggy Swayne awoke in pain, dazed and confused. It was worse than any other time Johnny came to visit. She felt angry, ashamed, hurt and confused. She stumbled to the shower to get washed up and flashbacks entered her mind. She rubbed her wrists. Did he restrain me?

  She saw the faint red lines around both wrists, and her ankles, too. She rubbed the soap along her private parts from front to back and felt sore, tender, and tears filled her eyes. She dried off quickly and looked at her body, at the room, and it was neat and tidy. The condoms gone, any remnants of his presence completely gone. Then it hit her. She remembered being so angry and not remembering what they had done together that she set up the surveillance video with a clean shot of the living room and partially in the bedroom. She walked slowly, her body aching, towards the living room and she grabbed the recording device. She set it up on the t.v. to view and with every second, every image and action that passed, she cried, felt ready to vomit and then embarrassed and scared. He assaulted her, drugged her. She could see him drip the pill into her water and then saw the needle he inserted in her ass.

  As the video continued, so did the extent of his abuse and his actions. She sobbed and nearly threw up. God only knew how many women he did this to. Who the hell was he? She only knew his first name, Johnny. The police would blame her, her friends, too. How could she have sex with a man she only met recently? She was completely embarrassed, but then the anger took over and the pain led her to her next move. She picked up the phone and called the Clemsfield police department.

  Marina tried calling Misty Ann several times. She didn’t show up for work and she was concerned. She was going to call Georgia, but didn’t want to bother her with something that could be nothing at all. Besides, Misty Ann wasn’t willing to tell anyone what this guy was doing to her and who he really was. But now Marina was concerned. She headed out of the hospital building and to her car. She would take a ride by Misty Ann’s place and see if she was okay. She let Cassidy know where she was going and that she would be back before her lunch break was over.

  “Call her. Tell her that you have information for her, but that you won’t go to the police. That you will only talk to her. Say you’re friends with Marina, and Marina promised that you were trustworthy,” Guy said to Misty after he injected more drugs into her system and her speech was slurred. He had complete control over her right now. He could tell her to fuck several guys and she would do it.

  She wouldn’t even remember it in the morning, and surely, she wouldn’t remember him drugging her and using her to get Alaska here. His plan was to take Alaska elsewhere. He listened as she made the call and lied. When she was done, she said she was coming.

  “Is Alaska joining us? Who is she? Do you like her more than me?” Misty Ann kept asking questions as she lay on her belly on the bed. Her back was completely cut up and bruised from the other night and their role playing. He massaged her ass. She stared at him.

  “She is nothing compared to you, and she’s jealous of what we have so I need to teach her a lesson. You don’t worry though. You stay right here and if you’re a good girl I’ll let you watch.” He winked and then a few minutes later the doorbell rang.

  He was wearing a disguise so he knew that Alaska wouldn’t recognize him. He wondered how she got here so quickly and then he saw the black jeep. That wasn’t Alaska’s vehicle. When he peeked through the window and saw the sexy, petite brunette from the clinic, Marina, his heart began to race and many ideas went through his mind. He was about to have a harem of women here. Holy fuck, a fantasy come true. He opened the door and she stared at him.

  “Is Misty Ann here? I’m her friend from work and she hasn’t been answering her phone.”

  “Oh, I’m her boyfriend, Johnny. She’s been sick.”

  “Sick? Is she okay?”

  “Not too good. If you want to come in and see her you can. I just stopped by to check on her as well and she’s miserable. I just gave her some medicine for the pain.”

  “Pain?” Marina asked and walked inside. As she headed toward the living room, Guy grabbed the syringe he had set up for Alaska. He had four ready to use. He was such a resourceful man and a lot smarter than a soldier. As she continued walking, he stabbed her in the neck with the syringe just as she got into the bedroom.

  “Hey!” she screamed out and turned to swing at him.

  He ducked and she fell to the rug, her skirt lifting to almost her waist and he saw the pretty pink, barely there panties. He licked his lips. She was so fucking hot, and petite, too. Easy to control. When he saw her eyes roll back and then she passed out, he chuckled. “This is going to be fun. “Keep an eye on your friend. Alaska should be here to join the party at any moment.”

  “Listen, I know this sounds crazy, Caden, but I’m telling you that Marina’s friend, Misty Ann is showing the same signs as these other victims,” Georgia explained to him over the phone. They were discussing the cases.

  “We just got a call this morning from Clemsfield. A woman claims that she met this man and they were intimate and then continued to see one another for a few weeks and he’s been drugging her. The lead investigator is on his way to her place and to see the video.”

  “I tried calling Marina a little while ago and didn’t get an answer. I was going to call the office there,” Georgia said to him.

  “Deputy Fogerty is there now visiting a friend. I’ll have him check on her. Why don’t you meet me at Misty’s house? Do you have an address?”

  “I can get one.”

  “Okay get it to me and I’ll meet you there.”

  “Got it.”

  A few minutes later, Caden called Georgia back. “Fogerty said that she went to go see her friend Misty Ann. That she didn’t show up for work and hasn’t been answering any texts since yesterday.”

  “Shit, that doesn’t sound good. Here is the address. Let’s get there and fast.”

  “Fogerty is on his way as well.”