by Capps, Bonny
Gabe said that the invention of this device is attributed to a thief by the name of “Capitaine Gaucherou de Palioly”. He would use it to subdue a wealthy Parisian while he would rob their home, though he would gag them with it. Unfortunately, Gabe had other plans.
He untied Mrs. Brooks’ legs from The Rack and lifted them over her head with ropes hanging from the ceiling. He then put the Pear of Anguish inside of her opening, explaining to me that with each twist, the leaves would open more and more, tearing into her insides. With each turn of the screw, she made every attempt to escape. She writhed, she bucked and the more she fought, the more blood would seep out of the outline of the mask. Finally, she had stilled, and I thought that she had died – however, Gabe assured me that her body went into shock. He gave her a shot of something and woke her back into the hell that she was forced to live. The last minutes of her life, she was put through the ultimate torture. Torture that no person should ever have to endure, and my heart literally felt as though it was bleeding for her.
I’m now rocking back and forth in an attempt to comfort myself from the terror that I was forced to watch. Gabe walks over to me, and looks down. The look in his eyes makes him look crazed, but that’s what he is right? Crazy?
“Do you think it’s time to help Mrs. Brooks escape the misery?” He asks nonchalantly. His blasé attitude given the disturbing circumstances is unnerving, and the fact that his emotions can turn so quickly makes my heart want to beat out of my chest.
I nod sharply, “Y-yes Master. P-p-please.”
He nods and marches over to her, she looks to have gone into shock again – her form is eerily still.
He grabs a large knife and swiftly plunges it into her neck. Blood spurts out, spraying the metal wall behind the rack. Her head rolls to the side, and I swear that I can see the life drain from her wide eyes.
He then goes absolutely crazy and begins screaming as he plunges the knife into her arms, her abdomen and her legs. I throw my hands over my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. Finally he stops, but he doesn’t calm as he stalks towards me and fists my hair, yanking me to my feet. I’m standing on my tippy-toes, looking into his eyes with absolute fear. Am I next?
“Remind me to keep you out next time I am performing my job, slave. You seem to suck all of the fun out of it.” He sneers, spit spraying my face as he says each word through gritted teeth.
I hear a buzz and he suddenly drops me, sending me crumpling to the floor.
He smiles deviously as he looks at his phone, “Well, lookie there… daddy’s calling. I forgot to tell him about the change of plans.”
Chapter Thirteen: Gabe
I SLIP OUT OF THE SECRET ROOM, and close the door, leaving Amelia in the room with Mrs. Brooks’ retired body.
I answer my phone, not worrying about the blood from my hands getting into the crevices of the buttons. I have tons of these throw away phones, and a shit ton of money – regardless this one will be tossed after I discuss the change of plans with the good ole’ Mayor.
“Tony! So nice to talk to you, again. Look, I’ve been meaning to give you a call – but things have been so busy-”
“I got your money, you sick son-of-a-bitch.” He growls on the other end as I slump down into the leather chair behind my mahogany desk.
I let out a mock sigh as I run my bloodied hand through my hair, “See, that’s what I was going to call you about. The deal we had regarding Amelia, I can’t follow through – my apologies.”
I hear his breath catch before he whispers, “Gabe, please. You didn’t… you didn’t…”
I chuckle before responding, “What? Kill her? Of course not.”
He releases the breath that he’s been holding, “Thank God.”
“However, I do not plan on freeing her either. She’s become somewhat of a… necessity… for me.” I respond flatly.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snaps.
“Well, to be quite blunt, I like fucking her… she’s a responsive little thing.”
“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, I WILL FIND YOU AND CUT YOUR DICK OFF!” He bellows. I allow him to calm before responding, imagining the way his vein must be popping out of his neck due to his exasperated state.
“Look, here’s the deal Tony, and let’s face it – the chance of you finding me is zero to none. I’m not going to hurt your sweet Amelia, but I have to say that I’ve developed feelings for her… somewhat of an obsession. You understand.”
“So, what are you saying?” He whispers.
My lips curl up, “I’m saying that you can hold on to the half mill. I’m going to keep your daughter around, so long as she continues to please me… I will continue to do your dirty work, for a discounted price, I might add– and I will keep all of your naughty secrets. I’ll help puppeteer your career, all you have to do is keep that saccharine smile planted on your lips, feed the police and the media whatever story is necessary about Amelia’s disappearance… you know, she ran off to Cabo with a dazzling green eyed stranger – some shit like that, and we’re all good.”
“They won’t buy that, Amelia would never run off.”
“Oh, Tony. You never know what people are capable of.”
He lets out a long exhale before replying, “I’m afraid you’ve got me under your thumb Gabe. Please, let me talk to her. I need to know that she’s okay.”
I smirk, “Of course. Let me go retrieve her.”
I sit the phone on the desk and walk back into the room. Amelia is pulling against the chain, trying to escape from a trail of blood trickling towards her, nearly reaching her toes.
Her breaths are shaky, and she reminds me of a wild animal that’s been trapped. I kneel before her and grip her ankle. Her eyes had stayed locked onto the blood, but the feel of my hand on her ankle makes her gaze snap to mine.
“Hey baby.” I whisper, “Let me unlock you. I’ve got a surprise.”
Confusion flashes in her eyes as I unlock the cuff. I stand and help her to her feet before leading her out of the room, she looks towards Mrs. Brooks with absolute terror, nearly tripping over her own feet.
I close the door of the playroom and walk to my chair behind the desk. I sit and gesture for her to sit in my lap. She does, and looks deeply into my eyes.
I kiss her shoulder gently, “Guess what, baby?”
She doesn’t respond as she stares at me intently.
I sigh as I run my thumb along her trembling bottom lip, “Your father is on the phone.” I pause and motion to the open phone on the desk, where her father is awaiting anxiously on the other end. I don’t think he comprehended that he would be the one to send her heart sinking to the bottom of the deepest depths of the ocean.
She’s mine now.
Chapter Fourteen: Amelia
“GO ON.” HE MURMURS, “Pick it up.”
I know that look in his eyes. He’s not being kind. He’s up to something. Another sick fucking game, and I’m not sure how much more I can handle.
I shakily pick up the phone and place it to my ear. I’m sure my father picked up on my uneasy breathing, because soon after, I can hear his voice.
“Amelia, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
A single tear escapes my eye. The sound of his voice makes my heart soar with hope.
“Y-yes.” I stammer.
He lets out a sigh before continuing, “I’m so happy, baby girl. I really am. Look, I need to talk to you about something, okay?”
The tone of his voice is familiar, filled with the same political charm he would use to bait others during campaigns and speeches.
“Okay…” I whisper.
“Gabe is not going to hurt you, alright sweetie? He cares for you, and wants to have you stay with him for a while.”
“Daddy.” I warn. What in the hell is going on?
“I know you’re scared, and that’s normal – but you need to behave, alright? He cares for you, and will not harm you.”
I feel absolute rage pulse through my body at his w
ords. I leap to my feet, “FUCKING BEHAVE? ARE YOU KIDDING?!”
“Amelia, calm down-”
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU SORRY FUCKING EXCUSE FOR A FATHER!”
Before he can say another word, I hurl the phone towards the wall and it shatters on impact, my entire body is shaking, I can’t believe him. No. I can. What a piece of absolute garbage. I feel strong arms wrap around me, and a hard chest against my back.
“Shhh.” Gabe whispers into my ear. I feel my knees buckling, but he holds me tightly against his chest. Finally, I regain my composure and whip around, glaring up at him.
“So, you struck a fucking deal? Is that it? I’m in the middle of this sick fucking game? I’m a goddamn pawn?”
I go insane in that split second and pound on his hard chest, and he lets me until I grow exhausted and crumple to the floor. He scoops me up and carries me up the stairs and to his room.
Chapter Fifteen: Gabe
I’M REALLY GETTING SICK of her moping around. She’s barely spoken since she spoke with her father. It’s been weeks.
Am I really that terrible? I dress her in cashmere and satin… shit, just last night I made her a decadent meal and presented her with a diamond, studded tennis bracelet. You know what she did? She fucking threw it at me. So, she’s been punished. Stripped naked and bound spread eagle on the bed. I was so fucking pissed that I left her there all night and most of the day… but I’ve calmed down, and it’s time to play.
I open the door to the bedroom. All she does is stare at the ceiling. I walk to the closet and retrieve a black tie before stalking towards her.
“You still don’t want to speak to me?” I whisper as I wrap the tie around my knuckles. She eyes my hands nervously.
I’m feeling the familiar rage rush through me like a tidal wave, the control that I was trying desperately to hold on to drains from me as I lunge at her. She squeals as I straddle her small waist. I see the tears fill her eyes and her bottom lip begins to tremble. She’s shaking so bad that her breasts are trembling along with her, and my cock gets hard at the sight.
“Baby…” I whisper as I trail a finger from her temple and down her cheek.
“Please, Master… I’m sorry.” She pleads.
I reach towards her with the tie and she flinches as I place it over her eyes and tie it behind her head. Tears begin flowing from the outline of the black silk.
I move down and kneel between her legs, the fact that her pussy is glistening in her juices is not lost on me. She may not want this mentally, but her body deceives her in the most beautiful way. I swiftly untie her ankles from the foot of the bed and press her knees down to the mattress. A sigh escapes her beautiful, soft lips as I dip my head down and spread her slick folds. I blow gently and her back arches.
“I want to taste you, baby. Can I kiss you?”
Her head rolls to the side, “Yes.” She whispers.
I smirk as I flick my tongue over her clit as she moans and bucks her hips. That’s all it takes for me to take her clit into my mouth and suck while I continue to lick her clit in quick, soft motions. I dip a finger into her and she’s already clenching around me. She’s close, but I won’t let her have a release until she’s begging me to fuck her senseless. It’s all part of my sick, twisted game. She’ll be brain washed in no time. I thought I’d gotten there quicker than anticipated when she became jealous and slapped Mrs. Brooks. However, she snapped back to obeying her conscience, and we just can’t have that. I’ll enjoy the fight she puts up, because quite honestly, it turns me the fuck on.
When she’s almost unraveled, I pull away abruptly, removing all touch. She whimpers and begins bucking up and down on the bed.
“What’s wrong baby?” I ask and she shakes her head dubiously.
I dip a finger into her once more, and her hips quickly meet the same rhythm as me.
“What do you want, Amelia?”
Chapter Sixteen: Amelia
“WHAT DO YOU WANT, AMELIA?”
Goddammit. I hate him. He literally brings out the worst in me. He’s a horrible man, but I know what he can give me. I’m taken back to when I was a child. I would visit my grandmother, her home was always so comforting and I always felt as though it was an escape from the pressures that my parents surrounded me with. I would lie on her plush, white carpeting and stare at the blinds that would sway occasionally with each breath of wind that would cool her home through the surrounding windows. The blinds would remain still for some time – dark gray, they would hide the sunlight from outside. Each time they would slightly move, you’d see of sliver of light behind the darkness, bringing life to the swirling specs of dust that you wouldn’t know were there otherwise.
That’s how I see Gabe, a horrid man with the darkest soul. Perhaps there is some light in him. He just needs a push to help uncover it. Even if I do not fully uncover it, an occasional sliver of goodness would suffice for a time.
It’s impossible to see past what he is, a serial killer. He claims to be a hit man, but he said it himself – he lives to kill people. Like most would have a passion for music or writing, he is passionate about hurting people. Making them bleed, slowly sucking the life from them. He plays God.
He’s extremely appealing to the eye, but upon discovering the monster that he is – you wish that you’d never seen him, and all you want to do is run as fast, and as far as you can.
Most of the time, that’s exactly how I feel. In fact, all I’ve been doing for hours, as I’ve laid bound and naked is try to plan an escape.
How he can make my mind go from how to escape to how I can get him to love me is beyond me. I want him, and I am desperate for a release. Unfortunately, I will not be able to obtain that with his finger pumping into me. The beast that he’s built up inside of me can only be tamed by one thing – his substantial length inside of me, claiming me as his.
“Please Master…” I whimper as my hips move along with each thrust of his finger.
I feel his heavy body lingering over my small frame as he continues to fuck me with his finger. He nips at my neck before taunting me once again, “Tell me what you want baby.”
“I – I….”
He picks up the pace and I can hear how wet I am as I focus on coming from his finger, but I know what I want. What’s the use of lying anymore?
“I want you to fuck me, Master.”
I can hear him growl as he rips the tie from my eyes. I look into his hungry gaze with lust filled eyes. He’s only wearing sweat pants, making the bulge in his pants clearly evident. His chiseled abs and pecks ripple with each movement as he pulls his pants down and begins stroking his rock hard cock.
He quickly moves over me and unties my hands before leaning over me, his hurried breaths meeting my lips.
“Then take what you want, Amelia.” He whispers as he grasps me under my arms and pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. His legs are tucked under him, my breasts are pressing against his hard chest.
I lift myself before grasping his cock and placing his head at my entrance. He has both palms on my ass and his fingers dig into my sensitive skin in anticipation.
I slowly lower myself onto him, sighing as he begins filling me completely. Apparently, I’m not going fast enough because he slams me down onto him.
“Ahhh!” I holler in ecstasy. Why does he have to feel so goddamn good?
“Ah, your pussy… is… so fucking tight.” He grits out as he continues to slam into me.
It feels like our bodies were meant to connect, the way his length hits my sweet spot is the epitome of perfection and I’m quickly feeling my body coming undone. He nips at my ear before grabbing my jaw and kissing me with extreme passion, his other hand gripping my hip as he continues to control my movements.
I pull away and my head falls back as I clench around him. “I’m coming, Master! Ah, oh my God!”
He has both hands on my hips once more as he continues to slam me down onto him, “Ah – FUCK BABY! So… so fucking good… I
’m going to fill up that little pussy!”
And we come undone together as our movements slow. I can feel his warm come filling me as my core contracts around him.
I’m not sure if it’s only my body that wants him as I grab at his unruly hair and look into his moss green eyes. They’re filled with something that I’ve not seen before; admiration… a softness I didn’t think he was capable of, and all I can do is kiss him with everything in me.
Chapter Seventeen: Gabe
I WISH THAT I COULD SAY that it was enough, fucking a perfectly good piece of ass day in and day out. However, it’s not. This man has needs that will not only be fulfilled with a tight little thing that takes me like no other.
My business has slowed down, my clients are afraid to reach out for fear that they’ll have the same problem as the mayor. They aren’t stupid. My network of clients all know one another. In order to get to me, they have to be referred by an existing client. So, in turn – they all know that Amelia’s disappearance had to do with the last hit that I did for her father.
They’ll get desperate and reach out when absolutely necessary, they always do. This isn’t the first time that I’ve terrified the lot of them, and it’s not like it’s hitting me in the pocket too hard. I’m a fucking millionaire for Christ sakes.
Unfortunately for Amelia, this also means that I take out some of my – shall we say… anger… on her. I’m not hurting her necessarily – though I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to watch her bleed, but I’m definitely further breaking her down so she can properly meet my every need. She’s been with me for four months – longer than I’ve been with any woman. I imagine, if I were capable of love, I would indeed love her – but I’m not. Love isn’t an emotion that I’m capable of. I don’t even love myself. I like myself, shit, perhaps if I met a woman with the same fucked up tendencies as me, I would fall in love. Maybe I can turn little Amelia into a stone cold killer… the thought makes my cock twitch.