Save Riley

by Yolanda Olson

  He’s fucking nuts. I’m stuck in a house with a psychotic person and I can’t get out.

  “Now please don’t worry. I would never harm you physically, but I will break you if I have too,” he said getting to his feet. “Come here, please. I’d like to put that back into place for you.”

  I took a step back for every step that he took forward until I found myself against the door.

  “Riley, please. I’ve already said that I’m not going to physically harm you. Just let me put that back in place. I can wrap it after and have someone come take a proper look at it in the morning,” he said standing no more than a foot away from me.

  One more day Riley; you can do this.

  I took a deep breath and nodded. Jax came over to me and put a hand firmly on my arm and another on my shoulder.

  “This is going to hurt, so please forgive me,” he whispered before he popped my shoulder back into place.

  I let out a scream of pain and Jax pulled me toward him, wrapping me up in his arms. He ran a hand over my hair and shushed me. He told me that the pain would go away as suddenly as it appeared, but we would need to go upstairs so he could try to wrap my arm. I nodded and blinked back tears as he put an arm gently around my back, while still holding my left arm carefully. We walked up the stairs in silence until we reached the one door I never thought to look in because I hadn’t noticed it for some reason until now.

  He pushed open a pair of double doors and led me into what I could only assume to be his bedroom. It was absolutely stunning; the walls were pure white and reminded me of snow. The carpet wasn’t as lush as the carpeting in the room I woke up in, but it was just as soft and black. He had a huge flat screen television on the opposite wall of where his king sized bed sat. There was one large bay window on the wall, which sat open and led to a balcony. Thin white linen (but I knew better) curtains were dancing lazily as the cool breeze drifted into the room.

  “Do you like it?” he asked softly.

  “It’s ... beautiful,” I marveled.

  “Thank you. I need you to remove that now,” he said. I looked up at him questioningly and he chuckled. “I can’t wrap your arm over the shirt. I need you to remove it please. I promise no lessons tonight, since I think you’ve already taught yourself one for the both of us.”

  I sighed and nodded again. He was right; it just bothered me that I was going to be standing in front of him feeling even more naked than I already was. I shrugged off the left sleeve after he let my arm go, then the right. Jax moved behind me and slowly removed it from my shoulders, letting his fingers trail down my back.

  I shivered involuntarily and turned slightly to give him a dirty look, which he met with a smile before folding the shirt and placing it on the bed.

  “Sit. Please,” he said softly.

  I used my right arm to cover my breasts as I tried to get comfortable on the edge of the bed. Jaxton crouched down and placed a hand on either side of me.

  “I want nothing more than for us to be equals, Riley. I want us to learn to please each other; sexually and emotionally. I can’t have you disobeying me, understand? I wouldn’t have left you in the living room all night, but I also don’t want to have to worry that you’ll hurt yourself to get away from me every time I tie you up,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face.

  “I don’t want to be here,” I responded in a shaky voice.

  “I know. But you will want to be here eventually. I don’t want to ... discard you, Riley. I would like to keep you for as long as possible because you’re the one that has intrigued me the most,” he said getting to his feet.

  I watched him turn on the light in his walk in closet and disappear inside. I stood up and walked quietly toward the closet. I put my hand on the back of the door before I peeked around the side. His back was to me and he was rifling through a container of sorts.

  Close the door! Lock it and jump out of the window, my inner heroine yelled. It was a good enough idea to at least just try. I quickly swung the door shut and looked for a lock on it, but there was none. Instead there was the sound of a few beeps as the code pad reset itself. I heard his angry shout from inside the closet as I ran toward the window and out onto the balcony. I heard the sounds of beeping as he punched the code in.

  “Riley!” he shouted racing toward me as I put my legs over the side of the balcony.

  I made the mistake of looking down instead of just jumping. I had always been afraid of heights and even though this wasn’t exactly high up, it was enough to stop me for a few seconds.

  Enough time for Jaxton to catch me before I could jump. Enough time to feel the unmistakable leather of a belt going around my neck and enough time to jerk me back so hard that I hit my head and lost consciousness.

  Eleven

  When I woke up I was in a room. A stone room that wasn’t necessarily big but not too small. I was lying naked ... Naked? Yes naked, on a bed that was sitting against the wall of the room. I sat up and immediately felt the restraints around my ankles. I glanced down and saw that there was rope tied securely around them and then again to the posts of the bed. My lower lip trembled as I glanced around the room, a feeling of absolute terror running through me.

  Was this what happened to the others when they “disobeyed” Jaxton? He had mentioned about doing this before but he never said what happened to the other women.

  I shifted uncomfortably on the bed and felt something under my left thigh crinkle. I lifted my leg and looked down to see a note with my name on it. I instinctively reached for it with my left hand.

  “Motherfucker!” I screamed in pain. He hadn’t wrapped my arm like he said he would and the sudden movement had caused terrible pain to start radiating in my shoulder. I reached underneath my leg with my right hand and pulled the note out. I opened it and flattened it against the bed so I could read it and somewhat nurse my arm at the same time.

  You have 72 hours in this room.

  Enjoy your stay.

  I crumpled the letter angrily in my fist before I threw it against the wall. Those three or so seconds I spent hesitating on the ledge of the balcony cost me just as many days in this room. I should’ve just jumped; I shouldn’t have doubted myself.

  I didn’t know how I was going to stand being in this room alone for three days. Would he at least bring me something to eat or drink? What if I needed to use the bathroom? What the hell had I gotten myself into?

  The sound of beeping on the door made me sigh unhappily. I lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling stoically. The door opened and I heard him walk in, followed by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and stopping next to me. But he didn’t sit down; instead he went back into the hallway to retrieve something else that he scraped across the floor, setting it by the foot of the bed. One more trip in and out and he finally closed the door behind him.

  He cleared his throat as he turned on the television and slid a disc into the DVD player. Then he sat down next to me and propped his legs up onto the bed.

  I turned my head slightly so I could watch him out of the corner of my eye. He had his hands crossed behind his head as usual and he was watching the television. I watched a smile slowly spread across his lips.

  It was the same as it was when I first woke up in this place. He ignored the fact that I was there while he watched TV. The only difference was there were no bowls of cereal around and he didn’t mind scraping around in here.

  “The first time is always the sweetest,” he whispered in an alluring voice I had not yet heard from him.

  He raised the volume on the television set and I heard soft moaning. I rolled my eyes at the ceiling assuming he was watching some kind of soft core porn television show, until the sounds suddenly stopped and he nudged me gently.

  “You’re not paying attention,” he said in a playful tone. “I need you to watch this Riley. I need you to see how bad this can really get for you if you don’t follow the rules.”

  I took a deep breath, letting it
out in a long sigh. I wasn’t interested in watching movies when I could be figuring out how to get out of this place once and for all.

  “Riley, please sit up and watch,” Jax said again softly.

  I won’t tolerate disobedience in my own home. His words went through my head again and I knew that after being knocked unconscious, the best thing would be to just sit up and watch whatever the hell it was that he wanted me to.

  “Could you help me please?” I asked quietly.

  I felt his strong hands as he leaned over and slid them underneath my back. He pushed me up gently and instructed me to wait a moment while he gave the rope some leeway. I turned my face away, again at his instruction, until he told me to grip him as well as I could. With my right arm, I turned my body to the side slightly and put it as far around his shoulder as I could.

  “I’m going to lift you for a moment, but don’t worry. I won’t drop you, Riley,” he said.

  Jaxton was strong; something that was not only apparent by how he kept his body, but also by how easily he lifted me with one arm. He grabbed a pillow from under the bed and propped it against the wall before leaning me back on it. He gently set me down and gave the ropes a pull to make sure they were still secure.

  “Comfortable?” he asked me with a smile.

  I stared at him. How could he ask me something with such genuine concern for my comfortability when my shoulder still hadn’t been wrapped and I was naked tied to a bed?

  “Yeah.”

  “Good,” he said moving his chair back against the wall, sitting right next to me. “Before I start this again, I want you to know that I will understand your anger, humiliation, and whatever emotion it makes you feel.”

  I looked at him questioningly.

  “I also want you to know that I will enjoy every moment of it,” he said, the smile never leaving his face.

  What the hell is he going to make me watch? I wondered nervously. I simply nodded instead of replying. I was quickly learning that words didn’t work with Jax; he seemed to be more of an “actions speak louder than words” enthusiast.

  “Good,” he said softly, running his hand down the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful, Riley.”

  “Thanks,” I replied as I started to tremble at his touch. It wasn’t a “good” tremble; it was more of an “every time he touches me something painful or harmful happens to me” tremble. I had never feared someone so much in my life as I did Jaxton.

  “I hope you like this,” he said, finally turning his attention away from me. Jax leaned forward and grabbed the remote. Once again, he propped his legs up onto the side of the bed and clasped his hands behind his head. “I’ve never done anything like it, but then again, I’ve never had anyone like you before. Are you ready?”

  I nodded and leaned my head back against the wall. I found myself suddenly anticipating what he wanted to show me. Maybe it was the way he was building it up or maybe it was the way that he was building me up; either way I wanted to watch now. More than I ever had before, I wanted to watch.

  Jax pressed the play button on the remote control and set it down on his lap. I stared at the television curiously.

  So far, it was just an empty bed. I tilted my head to the right. There was something familiar about that bed. Isn’t that his bed? It has to be; I’ve never seen one that big before. Now that I knew that he had a camera hidden in his bedroom somewhere, it made me wonder where the other ones were in this prison.

  “Yes, they are everywhere and no, you’ll never find them,” he said with a chuckle.

  I glanced at him for a moment. The smile on his face as he watched the screen was so happy that I glanced away as quickly as I could. Not because it scared me, but because I felt a smile starting to cross my lips as well.

  Get a grip, Riley. Remember that he’s your captor, not your best friend. No matter how nice he is to you most of the time, he’ll never let you leave. Not alive.

  I let out a shaky breath as I continued to watch his room with the empty bed. In the background I heard the door beeping open as the code was punched. I leaned forward and squinted as I saw the back of Jax’s body as he carried someone to the bed. Because there were no lights on in the room, I couldn’t see who he had laid there. It was obviously a female though; that much you could tell from her small frame. He disappeared out of the range of the camera and I heard the door close. Moments later he was back and standing at the foot of the bed. I watched him take her legs and straighten them out, keeping them slightly apart. Then I watched him pull his shirt over his head, fold it, and lay it on the ground.

  “What is this?” I asked, watching him remove his pants on the screen and then his boxers. His body is fucking perfect, I thought looking at his nakedness. There was not one slight birth mark on him, not a single scar, and his ass ... I had never been attracted to an ass before in my life, but his was absolutely immaculate.

  “Just watch,” he whispered back.

  A few more seconds of him standing at the foot of the bed, before he climbed on top of the girl and began to kiss her neck. I assumed it was her neck he was kissing, since he had taken the time to move her long, brown hair out of the way. I watched him as he slid his hands underneath her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. Impressive; he didn’t fold it. He began to lower himself on her body, kissing her skin while keeping his hands tightly gripped on her bare breasts.

  I leaned forward a little more and noticed something really weird. She wasn’t responding to what he was doing. How could someone not respond to being kissed and groped that way? Jax let go of her breasts long enough to pull her pants and panties off, tossing those to the side as well.

  I inhaled sharply when he pushed her legs further apart, before settling on top of her, not yet pushing into her, but instead staring lovingly at her. My lower lip started to tremble as he reached over to the lamp on the side of the bed and pressed the button.

  “You’re so beautiful, Ms. Riley,” he said to the girl on the bed.

  The unconscious girl.

  The girl that didn’t know she was about to be abused; pillaged. That she was going to lose her virginity to a deranged stranger.

  The girl that I had been watching this entire time; being touched and kissed and caressed, and finally being fucked so gently and lovingly on the beautiful bed in the beautiful room was me.

  Twelve

  The video lasted three hours. Every time I would look away or try to cover my eyes, he would reach over and squeeze my shoulder and the sharp pain would make me cry out. Jaxton told me it was important for me to watch so that I wouldn’t miss a moment of my first time.

  How could that even qualify? I wasn’t awake for it; any of it. I didn’t feel anything when he was ... I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip to keep from crying. I wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of my tears. Not for this and not ever again.

  When it was finally over, he got to his feet and turned off the TV and DVD player. He pushed everything out of the room again and came back for his chair, which he carried out as well. He sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on either side of me, looking at me with adoring eyes.

  “Did you enjoy watching us, Riley? Together like we should be?” he asked softly.

  I had to be careful on how I answered him. My inner heroine was warning me to watch my words at this moment. Jaxton seemed like he had a lovesick crush on me and the wrong words would make this situation painfully worse. But I wouldn’t lie to him either; I wouldn’t tell him that I enjoyed watching something that turned my stomach.

  “Um,” I said in a shaky voice. I looked into his big brown eyes that were full of expectation and wondered how to answer him without hurting his feelings. Why would you care if his feelings were hurt? Just tell him the truth. “I don’t like that it happened, Jaxton. I don’t like that I will never remember something that I should never be able to forget. I don’t like that I wasn’t given a choice and I don’t like that you think it was okay to do,
” I said carefully.

  He sighed unhappily and looked away. On what I could see of his face, he looked absolutely crushed.

  “I’m not finished, Jax. Those are the things that I didn’t like. Do you want to hear what I did like?” I asked. He turned to look at me and nodded.

  “That you were slow about it. That you didn’t force yourself in a brutal matter and that you cared for me after. For that much, I can say thank you,” I finished quietly.

  Jax smiled, “I don’t find any pleasure in forcing a woman to do something she doesn’t want to do. I don’t mean to sound like an arrogant bastard, Riley, but I knew that eventually you would give yourself to me, and I couldn’t help myself in that moment. I didn’t want to wait and I will apologize for that. I will also tell you that it will never be like that again. Never without your permission, but you will permit me every time. Remember the dingo I told you about? I still see you in that way. A small, scared animal that needs to be broken.”

  “Or you could just let me go,” I replied desperately. “Jaxton, I swear that I will never tell anyone about what’s happened here if you’ll just let me go!”

  “And where would you go exactly, Riley?” he asked, moving me over on the bed. He sat next to me and stretched his legs out, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Back to Cheyenne,” I whispered.

  “And how will you get there? You yourself said that you don’t have a passport,” he replied.

  “I don’t need a passport to travel around the US,” I replied through grit teeth.

  “You never were very good with geography were you? When I told you that Bondi Beach was one hundred miles south, you said that you’ve never heard of anything with that name near Wyoming. I told you that you weren’t in Wyoming,” he said patiently.

  “Then where the fuck am I?” I exploded angrily.