“I want to,” I said, though I was partially lying. My heart wanted to, but my head told me absolutely not. Bad idea. Stay away from this guy.
“So?” He asked.
“It’s just not realistic at this point in my life,” I explained. “Your lifestyle and mine, they don’t mesh.”
“That’s the shittiest excuse I’ve ever heard in my life,” he said as he pulled his arm out from under me. “Wow. Ouch.”
“Oh, stop,” I said. “Quit taking this so personally. It’s not about you. It’s about the situation. The reality of the situation.”
I grabbed his arm and wrapped it back around my shoulders, curling up even closer with him.
“Let’s just enjoy this last night together,” I said. “Don’t ruin it.”
He was silent, and within seconds, I was out.
CHAPTER 12
The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was off. I almost felt like I was in a daze, a dream-like state, but I knew it was real life. I felt the bumping of the road beneath me and the whirring and gushing of the interstate in my ears.
I could feel the duct tape over my mouth. I could taste it actually. I went to sit up, but my feet were bound by some sort of restraint and bolted to the floor. My hands were wrapped tight in several layers of more duct tape. I couldn’t budge. I couldn’t sit up. I was completely restrained.
I glanced up and saw the back of Blaze’s head and quickly realized I was lying in the back seat of his pickup truck.
“Mm, mmm!” I yelled out, though it was very muffled. I doubted he could hear me.
I tried moving my feet just enough to kick the back of his seat. It took a few tries, but I got his attention.
He flipped around and flashed the most maniacal smile I’d ever seen in my entire life.
“You’re awake!” he exclaimed. He sounded like a God-damned crazy person, and his eyes were even crazier.
I squinted up at the clock on the dash which read 6 in the morning. The sun just starting to come up. I didn’t know how the hell he had gotten me out of bed, dressed, and restrained without me waking, but he did it. He must have drugged me. There was no other explanation.
“Mm, mmm, mmmm!” I yelled out. I wanted him to at least take the sticky silver tape off my mouth so we could talk.
He looked around and reached back, yanking it off my face and pulling out all my downy hairs in one swift tug.
“Ouch!” I yelled out, wishing my hands were free to sooth the redness I could feel on my face.
“So you’re probably wondering what the fuck’s going on right?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied. I was livid. I wanted to try so badly to keep my cool. Right then, I knew he was in control.
“I have to be with you, Molly,” he said as he adjusted his rearview mirror so he could both drive and see me at the same time. “If this is the only way, then so be it.”
“Kidnapping me is not the answer,” I yelled at him. “This is fucking insane.”
“I hope someday you’ll be able to get to a place where you can see what I see,” he said. “You and me, we’re two peas in a pod. We’re supposed to be together. You’ll thank me eventually.”
“You’re a crazy person,” I said. I wanted to spit at him, but I knew I couldn’t spit that far.
He laughed as if my declaration was cute.
“You won’t get away with this,” I said. “People will wonder where I am, why I’m not at work.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing,” he said. “I’ve got it all taken care of.”
I fully believed him. If he was crazy enough to track me down in St. Louis after not even knowing my last name, I knew he was capable of far more sinister things. I shuddered to think of what he did to cover his tracks.
Suddenly Blaze bringing a truck instead of his motorcycle was starting to make sense. He had this planned all along. If I wasn’t going to go willingly with him, he was going to take me. What a sick fuck.
“Please untie me,” I said, trying to reason with him. “I won’t do anything stupid. I’m just really uncomfortable.”
“No can do,” he said. “Not until we get to where we’re going.”
“And where’s that?” I asked.
“Tulsa,” he said with a wink and a smile. “Where else?”
“What are you going to do with me,” I asked. I could feel my body start to shiver and convulse a little as my nerves were quickly becoming shot. I knew I was powerless, and it scared the shit out of me.
“Give you a taste of the life you could have if only you gave it a fair fightin’ chance,” he said smugly. “I know I’ll be able to convert you this this life.
“Never,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Not yet you aren’t,” he said. “Give it time.”
“How much time are you planning to give me?” I said.
“As long as it fuckin’ takes,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Why do you want to with someone who doesn’t want to be with you?” I asked. “Don’t you think that’s a little pathetic? Can’t you go find some other chick to prey on?”
I regretted those words the instant they flew out of my mouth. I knew I had just elevated the situation ten-fold and not in my favor.
I looked up at his eyes through the reflection in the rearview mirror, and I could tell he was seething.
Oh, shit, I thought.
I saw him reach over into the passenger seat, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Before I even had time to react, he had reached down and placed a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I was out.
CHAPTER 13
The last thing I remembered was arguing with Blaze in the truck, being tied up, and running my smart mouth. Then I remember him reaching back and putting something over my nose and suddenly the world went black. I couldn’t have been any more powerless than I was in that moment, and I had just pissed off my captor.
I came to, albeit groggily, lying in the bed of a seedy motel room. The room smelled musty, like an old camper, and the walls were floor to ceiling wood paneling. I could see the glow of the T.V. from across the room, but the volume was so low I could hardly hear any sound coming from it.
“Blaze?” I called out. Glancing around the room told me no one was with me, until I saw the glow around the outline of the bathroom door. “Blaze?”
My arms were spread out, each one duct taped to a different part of the headboard. It was the only way I was restrained, and I wondered how I could get out of it.
I pulled my arms and twisted as hard as I could, but I could feel the duct tape starting to cut into my wrists as they burned.
My mouth was uncovered, thank goodness, and I thought about yelling as loud as I could, but my instincts told me he was behind the bathroom door and it was only a matter of seconds before he’d come out and shut me up.
I tried a little more to free my wrists, but my efforts were in vain. The tape was starting to look tampered with, and I knew he’d notice it, so I decided to give up for the time being. He’d have to unrestrain me eventually. He couldn’t leave me tied up forever.
Within seconds, the bathroom door flung open and Blaze emerged in a cloud of steam. The scent of cheap motel soap filled the humid air as a thin, white towel barely covered his lower half.
“You’re awake again, I see,” he said with an evil grin. He sauntered over to me and sat down next to me on the bed.
“I cannot believe you’re doing this,” I said. I wanted to yell at him some more, but I had learned my lesson from the last time. It would only take him mere seconds to render me unconscious again if he really wanted to. I bit my tongue and closed my mouth.
He placed one hand tenderly on my leg.
“I promise this isn’t as bad as it looks,” he insisted, though I didn’t believe him one bit.
I shifted my leg away from his. I didn’t want him touching me.
He stood up and w
alked around to the other side of the bed before crawling under the covers. He was completely naked. He pulled the covers over my body as well, even though I was in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Are you just going to make me sleep in these clothes?” I asked.
“For now,” he said. “Sorry.”
I knew he wasn’t sorry.
“What if I have to pee?” I asked.
“I’ve got a bed pan,” he said matter-of-factly.
“That’s disgusting,” I said. I wanted to tell him once again that he was insane, but I knew it was like talking to a brick wall. There was going to be no reasoning with him. He wanted one thing, me, and so far he was getting it.
My eyes burned hot as I could feel the tears welling up, but I didn’t want him to see me cry. I didn’t want him to see me weak. I turned my face away and let a few tears fall and land on the pillow that was supporting my head.
I kicked myself for being such an idiot. Getting involved with him was hands down the worst decision I’d ever made. If I never saw my family again after this, it would be all my fault.
I felt his hand on my cheek and I shuddered in response. The hand that had once turned me on and pushed all the right buttons now did nothing but strike the fear of God into me.
“You okay?” he asked. In that moment, he seemed sincere, but I knew better.
I shrugged him off.
“I know this is hard for you,” he said. “But things will get better. Just keep an open mind. There’s a wonderful life waiting for you if you just give it a chance.”
“I loved my life back home,” I said.
“You loved being lonely and miserable all the time? I know girls like you. You don’t like being single,” he said. “And you, Molly, you don’t deserve to be single. You deserve to have a big, strong man taking care of you and seeing to your every need. Let me be that man.”
His words were purely psychotic laced with a little bit of evil, and they sent a jolt of fear running down my spine. I shuddered in response once again.
“You’re so beautiful, Molly,” he cooed into my ear. His voice vibrating against my eardrum made my hair stand on end. “Your gorgeous hair. Your green eyes. Your bangin’ body. You’re like my dream girl come to life.”
I turned my face away from him again. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t believe anything he said anymore, and everything he said was said only to serve him and his needs. He was a bullshitter who knew what to say, that was all.
“I see a long life for us,” he continued. “Maybe even a couple kids? I’d love to have a couple blonde headed kids. Your hair. My eyes. A boy and a girl?”
My stomach churned.
“Ever think about having kids?” he asked as he looked at me.
I said nothing.
“Hey, I asked you a question,” he said as he sat up and looked at me, his face closer to mine than it should’ve been. “You want kids?”
I pursed my lips and nodded. “Sometimes I think it’d be nice. I don’t know though. I’m still young. I’m only twenty-four.”
“Nice and fertile,” he said in the creepiest voice. “Good.”
He laid on his side and turned towards me, wrapping one strong arm around my waist. His hands suddenly grew curious as he rubbed me all over, starting with my breasts and working his way down, rubbing my crotch over top of my pants.
“I need to have that again,” he said. “Shit’s so damn good.”
I wanted to die. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want him inside me. I didn’t want him touching me. But I had no choice. I was a prisoner.
I glanced down and saw his naked cock growing harder by the second, and his hands were growing more and more aggressive with my restrained body. I wondered if he really got off on this sort of thing more than anything else. I’d heard of men like him, men who loved to overpower women and have their way with them.
I closed my eyes to hide the tears that were starting to fall as he continued touching me all over. His hands slipped under my top then under my bra cups, fondling my breasts. He leaned up and placed one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before releasing it to the cool night air.
He crawled up closer to my face and bit and sucked my neck. I was sure he was going to leave marks. He nibbled on my ear for a bit, then kissed my mouth.
“Kiss me back,” he instructed. I knew better than to disobey him, especially in that situation.
As much as I hated myself for it, I kissed him back. I parted my lips and let his tongue wrestle mine as our lips moved in tandem.
Suddenly he crawled off of me, took a deep breath and rolled over.
“I’m tired,” he said. He reached up and turned the light off and clicked off the T.V.
The room was pitch black and silent, except for the sound of him snoring away after a few minutes. I wondered if he lost interest in me because I kissed him back. He probably liked the struggle.
I laid awake most of the night, trying to rack my brain on what I could say or do to get out of that situation. Eventually the fatigue of the day set in, and I was out cold.
CHAPTER 14
“Here, eat this,” he said as he shoved a strip of greasy bacon into my mouth. Grease dripped down the corners of my lips, and I wished more than anything that my hands were free to wipe them.
He held a glass of orange juice up to my lips and forced me to take a sip. I hated orange juice, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I was just grateful to have some kind of liquid to drink at all. I was beyond parched.
My hands were numb and asleep from being strapped to the bed since the day before. It was ridiculously absurd that I was being fed breakfast by the very man who kidnapped me, but I was thankful just to have food in my stomach. I hoped this was a step towards us seeing eye to eye. He was treating me like a human for once. He couldn’t be all that bad, right?
He finished feeding me the rest of the items on the try, which he’d so lovingly brought to me from the motel’s deluxe continental breakfast, and scooted up next to me back on the bed. He cuddled up to me, his arm under my back, and switched on the T.V. He flipped it to some morning news show, and for the first time in almost a day, things felt somewhat normal. The morning news show reminded me of being at home. I’d always watch it when I got ready for work or on my days off. It served as a nice, yet temporary distraction in that moment.
I tried to ignore his arm around my back as I watched celebrity after celebrity get interviewed and listened to some travel guru’s tips for traveling with kids. None of it mattered, but in that moment, it all served a purpose.
“I really have to pee,” I said to him as I noticed my bladder beginning to ache. It was already past nine in the morning. I hadn’t peed in almost a full day. The orange juice had gone right through me.
“Now?” he asked. He seemed annoyed.
“Yeah, now!” I said. “Unless you want me to pee all over the bed.”
“No, no, no,” he said as he scrambled up. I saw him fishing around on the floor next to the bed and he stood up with a bed pan. He was fucking serious about the bed pan.
“I’m not peeing in that,” I said. “No.”
“It’s your only option right now,” he said. “I’m not untying you just yet.”
My bladder ached and burned, and I was pretty sure I only had another couple minutes before it would burst. I didn’t have time to argue with him.
“You really want me to pee in that?” I said as I glared into his eyes. “You going to wipe me too? Like a fucking baby?”
I could see him growing more and more frustrated at me. He reached into his back pocket and whipped out a knife to cut the duct tape off my wrists. He never let go of me once the entire time. As soon as I was free, I was still his prisoner. He clenched onto my arm and escorted me to the bathroom, which was in the back of the motel room, far away from the door.
I fumbled with my buttons and zipper, as my hands were still numb, and finally got my pants down. He stood in the doorway, taking up the
entire space, and watching my every move.
The moment I sat down on the pot, it came gushing out of me like a waterfall. It was the most incredible feeling in the entire world.
“You really did have to go, huh?” he said with his arms crossed as he continued to watch.
I glared up at him, ignoring his comment. I stood up to wipe.
“Where are you going?”
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