by Shaw, Vicki
This guy terrifies me. He has jet black hair, clipped close to his head. A scar that runs from his ear all the way along his jaw, and eyes that are cold as ice and look not at you but through you. With the way he is looking at me, my blood turns to ice. I have never met a person who terrifies me by just being in the same room.
I can see why his men call him Boss. He has this air about him that said, “Don’t fuck with me or I will kill you,” just by being in the same room as him.
He may terrify me, but there is no way I will give up without one hell of a fight first. I have to get out of here, and now I have more determination than ever before. I will not die without working out what this thing is I have with Martin.
“Your mother had files on my company, my organisation and me that could destroy what not only I helped build but also what my father helped build from nothing. After I had your mother killed, I thought all my problems were over. How very wrong I was. The person who was meant to get all the files missed two of them. The one that just about wiped the organisation me and out and put most of my men in jail and the one that no one can seem to locate. Now that I have your help, I’m sure we will find it in no time.”
“I hate you and I am going to make sure I finish what my mother started. I am going to bring you and your organisation down piece by piece. Then I am going to have the great pleasure of killing you myself. You prick.” I say this with as much conviction and venom as I can muster. The hate I am feeling right now towards this man is running through my very soul. He stole my mother from me and he will pay for it.
“Now, now, Ms. Wilson, there is no need for all of that. All I want is for you to help me find the files then you will be free to go. However, be warned if you do not comply or fight me you will pay. Your life means nothing to me so ending it will be easy.” He has his hands on the armrest of the chair leaning into my face. I can feel the wind as he speaks and his minty breath. His eyes turn even colder, and I believe it would be easy for him to kill me. A shiver runs down my spine, but that does not stop me from spitting in his face.
He pushes off the chair to stand up straight, pulls a hanky out of his pocket and wipes the spit from his face.
That was not one of the smartest things I have ever done. His face has changed from cold, scary to ice, to murderous. I sink back into the chair as far as I can go because I know I am going to pay for what I just did.
I do not even see his hand come up before it connects with my face giving me a backhand.
Red and black explode behind my eyes. My head snaps to the left. I try to raise my hand to soothe the burning it has left on my cheek but cannot because my hands are still taped to the chair. I fight trying to pull my hands-free, but it is no use. They are not going to come free.
While I am trying to clear my head from the pain and shock, I can hear him on the phone.
“Ms. Wilson here needs to be taught a lesson on how to cooperate and show respect. Get here now.” He ends the call and puts the phone back in his pocket.
“You can make this as easy or as hard as you like but just so that you know I always get. What. I. Want.” He said the last part slowly to get his point across.
He turns around when we hear the click of the lock on the door. “That was fast. You always seem to be in the right place at the right time.”
Andrew and Steve walk into the room and flip on the light. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust so at first I did not see Steve. Andrew walks in with confidence while Steve is unsure and afraid.
I don’t understand why Steve is here and can’t believe Steve is involved in this as well. I thought he was someone I could trust. I know we did not part on good terms the last time we were face to face, but we had spoken on the phone a few times. He even apologised for the way he acted the last time he was here. Did he start working for them before I started seeing Martin or because of it? I have so many questions that I do not know the answers to, and I am not sure if I will ever find out. The more information I get, the bigger the puzzle is.
Maybe if I get Steve alone, I may be able to talk him into helping me get out of here. I am sure he is only involved because I hurt him. Maybe if he does still love me, he will help me. Right now, he is the only way I can see that I will be able to get away.
While I am lost in my own thoughts and trying to figure out how I’m going to escape, I have missed everything Andrew and The Boss have been saying.
Andrew cuts the tape that is holding my arms and legs to the chair. He pulls me up by the hair and walks me over to the far wall.
I did not notice that there were chains hanging from the ceiling and bolts with rings coming out of the floor.
Andrew pushes my front up against the wall and locks me in place with his muscled body. I’m trapped. There is no way I can fight with the way he has me. You know that saying trapped between a rock and a hard place, well that is where I am, but it’s a wall and very hard muscular Andrew.
He pulls first my left than my right arm up and locks my wrists in the cuffs on the end of the chain. I try to pull my wrists free, but the cuffs are too tight and bite into my tender flesh. Next he kicks my legs apart. This movement adds extra strain on my wrists so even when I’m not pulling on the chain the cuffs are cutting in. I can feel a trickle of blood run down my arm.
My legs are spread out to just past the width of my shoulders. Andrew cuffs both my ankles and attaches them to the rings on the floor.
It just dawns on me that this has had to of been planned for some time. How else would the chains and rings of gotten here? I know they were never here when I left. That thought makes me sick. Knowing someone has been in my family home to set it up so they can hurt me. I may not have been sure if I was ever coming back to live here, but it is still my family home that holds all my childhood memories.
Tears are now running down my face. It’s not because of what they are going to do to me but because they are tarnishing the one place in this world that I felt truly loved, accepted and cared for. They are tarnishing all my happy, safe memories with dark, painful ones.
I feel something cold run up my back under my shirt. The cold air hits my back as my shirt parts. Andrew has cut my shirt with a knife and is now cutting along my shoulders. My shirt falls to the floor. He then makes short work of cutting my shorts off leaving me standing there in just my black lacy bra and matching panties. I squeeze my eyes shut and repeat in my head, please don’t cut them off, please don’t cut them off. I can handle a beating, but there is no way I could ever cope with being raped.
Boss, as I now call him, walks over and runs his hand down my arm, then down my back and all the way down to the top of my panties. I try to pull away but can’t move. The chains are way too short to let me move even an inch.
“Absolutely beautiful. I bet she is a wildcat in bed, Hey Steve?”
It takes all my effort to swallow the bile that rose in the back of my mouth.
The Boss is running his hand along the top of panties dipping his finger underneath, running it along the top of my arse.
“Remember Andrew I don’t want you to touch her face. I don’t want it marked any more than it already is. If she starts to behave herself, I might reward her by giving her the best fuck of her life. I also have plans for her if she doesn’t find me the files. She will be sold to my best client and shipped off to join the rest of his girls.”
The Boss is standing next to me and the whole time he was talking he is rubbing his cock through his pants. I can see the straining of his zipper as evidence of his arousal from what he was saying.
“I know the drill Boss. Fuck up the body up but not the face.” It sounds like Andrew has turned away as he talks.
I can hear what sounds like a cupboard opening, but I can’t be sure because there was never any down here before. Must be another thing they added.
I have no idea what they are doing behind me, but I can feel the still air move around as they do. I don’t know if Steve is just watching or helping. I
haven’t seen or heard him since I was taken from the chair.
A cold shiver runs down the back of my neck causing the hair to stand on end as someone stands behind me. I know it is not The Boss because he is still standing beside me. One hand still on my back and the other still rubbing his cock.
I turn my head as much as I can to look over my shoulder. Andrew is standing behind me. I can see he is holding something, but I can’t make out what it is.
Something smooth and cold moves over my back. Whatever it is, it feels soft, and there are lots of them. Crap it can’t be can it? Are they going to whip me? I have never been into kink of any sort. I hate pain. I don’t understand how anyone can get off on it. However, this isn’t about sex. Well, I don’t think it is until I look over to where Boss is standing. He looks like he is going to cum any second. His slow rubbing has started to speed up. The one good thing about this is he has now taken a step back, so he is no longer touching me.
Wack…. I let out a little whimper in surprise as the whip hits my back. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. But it still hurt like hell. My defiant side makes a promise. I will not cry, and I will not give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
I tense my back ready for the next blow. I didn’t have to wait long. Andrew rains down two quick hits. One after the other.
I’m biting down on my bottom lip when the fourth blow is given. I can taste blood from where I have broken the skin on my lip trying not to scream.
“How many do you want me to give her Boss?”
The Boss walks around behind me. “Even more beautiful with all these red marks crisscrossing her back. I think we will start with fifteen in total and see if that teaches her how to show respect.”
Oh god, how am I going to last another eleven? I close my eyes tight and bite back down on my lip. The only way I have any hope of getting through this is to find a happy place in my head. As soon as that thought comes to my mind I am instantly taken back to the day before Mum died.
‘I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. It’s a beautiful summer day. The birds are singing in the trees and kids are playing and laughing.
Mum and dad are standing on the deck by the pool talking to some friends and family. Dad has his arm around Mum’s waist, and she has hers around his.
I can hear dad’s deep laugh. Dad is always the life of the party. Everyone loves listening to his stories and jokes but no matter where he is or who he is there he always has Mum by his side.
I sit watching them, as it is one of my favourites this to do. Anyone who is around them can not only see but feel how in love they are. I can only hope for a love like that one day.
Dad leans down to kiss mum before he goes to the BBQ to start cooking lunch. Mum doesn’t take her eyes off him. She is not ashamed to openly check him out and ogle his arse.
I am so deep in my memories I don’t feel Andrew releasing my legs and arms until I collapse in his arms and he lowers me to the ground.
“Come on you two we will leave Ms. Wilson for a while to think about showing respect and about where the file may be. But then I quite like her smart mouth and the punishment.” The Boss said with a chuckle.
Andrew laughs as they walked out the door. With his head down Steve walked behind them. He looks over his shoulder as he is about to walk out the door. Our eyes meet, and I’m sure I see regret in his. I try to plead through my eyes for him to help me. I don’t know if he got the message or if he will help because he slammed the door, and the lock was clicked back into place.
I was engulfed in complete darkness again. I listened to their talking and footsteps as they got further away up the stairs. Now there is silence again.
The next time I woke up it was light. Judging from the light that is coming through the small window, it must be at least mid-day.
There was no hope of anyone seeing me through the window unless they laid on the ground. I can’t even use the window to get out of here because of the bars that are attached.
While I’m waiting for someone to come and deal out whatever punishment they think is needed, I am coming up with a plan to escape.
They did teach me when they whipped me. Playing tough is not going to get me anywhere but more whipping and punishment. I will need to make them think that I have learnt my lesson and submitted to them and go along with everything they want without putting up a fight. I will then bide my time and wait, watch and listen. One of them will screw up at some point, and that is when I will have my chance. Unless of cause, Steve gets on board and helps me.
No matter what happens, I will never let them break me. I will gain control again. Martin and I will find our happily ever after. I just hope I have not blown my chance. That is the only thing that would break me beyond repair. I need to make things right with him as soon as I get myself out of here.
When Andrew and Steve finally come back, the sun is just setting. Steve has a bottle of water and a plate of food.
As soon as I smell whatever the slop is on the plate my stomach cramps. I am starving but if I try to eat, I’m worried I will throw it all back up. All they have given me since I have been here is a small cup of water and some dry crackers.
As I sit up on the floor, Steve places the tray of food and water down in front of me. I push it away with my feet.
“Roxie, you really need to eat. As soon as you find the file you will be free to go. If you are too weak or sick, to find it the longer you will be here and the more they will punish you. I don’t want to see you hurt anymore or waste away.” Steve is pleading with his eyes for me to eat. This is a good sign that maybe if I can get him on his own he will help.
I don’t know how Steve got involved with these people or how long he has been a part of it but from the way he is acting I get the feeling he is regretting it. I can read it all over his face every time he looks at me. If I am right, that is half my battle won, and it shouldn’t take too much to get his help even if I have to tell a few lies.
I bring the tray closer and raise the first forkful to my mouth. I have to use my willpower not to gag and throw it up. I wash it down with a mouth full of water. As soon as it hits my stomach, my gut starts to flip flop. It’s hard to tell if it is trying to expel the food and the water or if it is desperately trying to find more. I take my second mouth full. This time when it hits my stomach, it starts to settle. I don’t know how I manage it, but I finish the whole plate and half the bottle of water.
When I’m finished, Steve picks up the tray but takes the water off and puts it back on the floor.
“If you need to use the bathroom you better make it fast because before we leave for the night I will be tying you back up. I don’t trust you, and I’m not taking any chances in case one of the other cops show back up.” Andrew said. I nod to indicate that I needed to go. He picks me up by my arm and walks me over to an open door and pushes me in.
“You have two minutes, so you better make it quick.” I look around the small room. There isn’t much in here. Just a toilet, sink and a mirror. I looked at myself for the first time since I left the airport.
I have a cut over my eye that should have some stitches from when Jayce hit me with his gun. The blood is now dried like a river down the side of my face. There is also a purple mark on my check from where Boss had backhanded me. I try to turn around so I can get a look at the marks the whipping had left on my back. I cannot see much, but I can see some of the red welts that criss-cross my sides to my back. Some have bloody dots as if it were a little harder it would have broken my skin.
I am still in just my bra and panties, so I am able to inspect the rest of my body. My wrists have dried blood from where the cuffs bit into my flesh. There is also a trail of dried blood from my wrists to my elbow from where the blood ran from the open wounds on my wrists when they were cuffed above my head. I check the rest of my body and it looks like there are only a few bruises on my arms and legs. Thank God.
There is a bang on the door, “Hurr
y up. You have two seconds then I’m coming in to get you.” I quickly wash my hands and splash some water on my face trying to wash the dried blood off. The door swings open, Andrew grabs my arm and pulls me over to the chair.
“I have to go Steve so you finish tying her up. And make sure you lock the door on your way out.” With that Andrew leaves Steve and me alone for the first time.
I look around for Steve. When I see him, he is not looking at me but at the ground. “Why are you doing this? I know I hurt you, but you said you still loved me. If you really do still feel anything for me than help me get out of here.” I’m pleading with him. I try to get him to look at me, but he will not look at me. “Please, Steve.” I have to try anything. The tears are running down my face. With him refusing to look at me, he can’t see how scared and hurt I am.
“Sorry Roxie, but even if I wanted to help you, I can’t. They would kill me as well as you.” He pushes me to sit in the chair. This time instead of using tape, I am being cuffed. It is only then that I see the chair is chained to the floor with chains with cuffs coming off to secure my ankles and longer ones that wrap around the arms to secure my wrists. Steve doesn’t even look at me as he cuffs my ankles and wrists, he just gets up and walks away. As he reaches for the door handle, he turns around. “If I were you I would have a good think overnight about where that file may be. The Boss is starting to get very impatient and, believe me, that is one man you don’t want to piss off.” I don’t even have time to respond before he is out the door and it is shut behind him.
Do you know how hard it is to try to sleep or get comfortable in a cold, hard metal chair? Well, let me tell you. Even if I didn’t have a psychopath after me for something I have no idea where it is. If not one but two ex-boyfriends’s weren’t involved, oh and let’s not forget about a half-brother I never knew I had also wanted to hurt me, it would still be impossible to sleep in it. I guess with me not being able to sleep it will give me time to think and work out where this bloody file could be.