by Lisa Gerkey
She was acting out things some sick bastard had made her do for him, while he sat behind his computer and jacked off to her beautiful body. She was a virgin when I made love to her, but she wasn’t inexperienced at all when it came to sex.
“How did Madison end up in Nashville?”
I see the Parkers share an odd look, and it’s then I realize I may have just messed up. No one has mentioned she ever lived anywhere else.
“I saw something about South Carolina in the file…”
“Her sister helped her find a place here a few months back. Madison hasn’t had an easy life since everything happened. On top of everything that’s going on here, around four years ago, when she was on vacation…something happened with her. That doesn’t have anything to do with what’s going on now, so I’d rather not get into it today.”
Mr. Parker gives me an odd look when I almost choke on the air in the room.
I think it’s time to end this meeting before things come out some of us aren’t ready for. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to look at Madison’s parents and tell them I took their daughter’s innocence when she was on vacation that summer.
Everything that happened was consensual, but I’m not sure that would keep Phillip Parker from putting a bullet between my eyes. When it comes to Madison, I can tell he’s very protective.
“Mrs. Parker, Mr. Parker, do you all have any phones or computers that belonged to Madison? I assume this has been covered, but I need to be sure we haven’t missed something.”
“You’re welcome to come and look around. There’s always a chance you might find something the others missed.”
“I think that would be a good idea, Mr. Parker. Here’s my business card. It has my personal information as well as my work information. If either of you hears anything or thinks of anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Can we go ahead and set up a time I could come and take a long around Madison’s place?”
“Anytime is fine with us, Mr. Beck.”
“I have a few things to take care of this evening. How about tomorrow afternoon? Does that work?”
“That sounds fine. Thank you. Please, do everything you can to find our daughter.”
When I get home, I see Kaitlyn has stepped out of her office long enough to have dinner waiting for me.
I know I haven’t been giving my wife enough attention lately, although it’s been a long time since she’s put this much effort into spending time with me.
When I first met her, she was working in a restaurant just across the street from my job in Durham. She was working in graphics design, and they were having her do some updates for them. After seeing I always ate alone, she approached me one day and asked to join me. We met up like that every day for about a week until I finally asked her out.
I’d gone out with a few girls before Kaitlyn, but I soon found out I wasn’t going to find anyone who could satisfy me the way a certain green-eyed woman once did. In the beginning, Kaitlyn reminded me of Madison.
Everything clicked well enough with Kaitlyn, and I loved her as much as I was ever going to love anyone, so I asked her to marry me. Well, Kaitlyn had already suggested it a few times. I just more or less gave in and agreed to do it.
“You’re being too quiet tonight, Jensen. What’s on your mind?” Kaitlyn breaks the peaceful silence.
“I guess I’m used to eating alone. What got you out of the office today?”
“Do I really need a reason to want to spend the evening with my husband? God, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re always so moody, or you’re too tired to hold your head up when you come home. What’s going on, Jensen?”
She’s making me feel guilty because I haven’t tried to spend time with her lately. But there have been times when I did want to spend the evening with her, but she would go to the club instead.
Avoiding. That’s what I’ve been doing.
I’ve always been a fucking genius when it comes to avoiding my feelings.
“I’ve got a new case. It’s a tough one. A young woman is missing.”
Kaitlyn jumps up from her chair and comes around the table.
“How about you let me take your mind off everything for a while?”
She kisses down the side of my neck and then she bites. Hard. When she reaches for my cock, I push her away.
“Let’s eat, Kaitlyn. It’s been a rough day. After I eat, I need to clear my head for a while. I’ve got a long day coming up tomorrow.”
I feel so fucking guilty, but I can’t make love to my wife when all I can see are those fucking green eyes. I see them one minute, and then next, all I can see are those pictures and videos I was forced to look at over and over today. Fuck, I feel my stomach rolling again.
Fuck eating dinner. Ignoring my wife, I get up from the table and head to my office. I need to put some space between us right now. I need to calm myself down.
Fate! Fuck fate! Four goddamn miserable years and this is how she comes back into my life.
Madison.
Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn.
Madison.
I belong to one, but my heart beats for the other.
If I don’t find Madison, I may as well be a dead man.
I reach for the bottle of whiskey. I don’t bother pouring it. I just drink it from the bottle. I drink until I feel myself start to calm down.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here. It could’ve been a few minutes, or an hour, or two. I can’t get Madison out of my head no matter how much I try to drown the memories in this bottle.
Right now, I need to fuck. Maybe if I can’t drink her out of my head, I can fuck her out instead. I stand up, tipping the whiskey bottle to the floor. I make my way down the hall to the bedroom.
Kaitlyn is sitting in bed with her back against the headboard, reading a book.
“Get up. Strip. Bend over the bed. I need you.”
I see her eyes heat up. Kaitlyn is one kinky bitch in the bedroom when you get her turned on just right. She wastes no time removing her clothes. I do the same. Once the clothes are all off, I get a condom from the drawer and roll it into place.
I raise my hand and come down hard, slapping one side of her ass, then the other. Kaitlyn loves it. But, don’t let that fool you. She likes to dish it out too. It didn’t take long for me to get it across to her, I would always be the one who topped in our bedroom. No woman will ever have me on my knees. There isn’t a submissive bone in my body.
I grab the bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. Yeah, it’s going to be one of those kinds of nights. I need her ass. I grab a hand full of Kaitlyn’s hair and pull her head around.
“Do you want my cock in that ass, huh?
She fucking loves it. She’s wiggling her ass from side to side, begging me to give it to her. I reach back and run my hand between her cheeks until I get to her pussy. I push two fingers inside her and fuck her hard and fast. She’s bucking her ass, going wild.
“I’m not ready for you to come. You’re going to have to wait for me.”
I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and slap her ass again. I open the lube and pour some out, letting it run down between her cheeks. I gather it with my fingers and massage it all around her tight hole before I slip a finger all the way in to the knuckle. Kaitlyn is mewling, and mumbling words I can’t understand. I rub my lubed fingers over my latex covered cock, and then I place the tip at her hole.
Kaitlyn loves it this way. She pushes back as I enter her. I don’t stop until I’m completely buried. Already, I’m seeing fucking stars. I reach around to play with her pussy then, start pumping in and out.
“Fuck, so tight, so good. I’m not going to last. Are you going to come for me, baby?”
I have my eyes closed, so I can stare into those beautiful eyes as I feel my balls drawing up tight.
“That’s it, baby, I’m going to come, let me have it. Come for me, Madison.”
Suddenly, I’m shoved backward, and I land hard on the floor, ri
ght on my ass.
“You lying, cheating, son of a bitch!”
Kaitlyn screams loud enough to wake the neighbors. She kicks and claws at my chest with her long fingernails. I finally grab her arms to keep her from scratching my eyes out.
“I’ve listened to you call out for your fucking perfect little Madison when you sleep. Who is she, Jensen?”
“Stop it Kaitlyn and calm down. Madison is someone I knew before I even met you. I won’t lie, I had feelings for her, but it wasn’t meant to be. It’s just… Something has happened recently, to make me think about her again. I’m sorry. I fucked up.”
Kaitlyn takes a blanket and pillow off the bed and throws them at me.
“Get out! Sleep in your office or on the sofa. I don’t care where you go. Just get the fuck out.”
I take the bedding and walk out of the bedroom.
Do I love Kaitlyn? I mean, if I loved her, wouldn’t it bother me because she’s just thrown me out of our bed? I toss the blanket and pillow down on the living room sofa, and then I head to the downstairs bathroom. I need a shower.
I need to find Madison.
Chapter Sixteen
“Madison”
“Come on, slut, wake up.”
Uggg, I groan when I feel his heavy boot against my back.
I’ve spent four days chained up in this filthy place. They didn’t chain me at first, not until I continued to fight with them. They keep telling me they’re going to break me.
I feel like I’ve already been broken. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
The man they call Jayson beat me. After he finished, he chained me up like an animal. I’m not sure where he thought I was going since he’d already kicked and punched me until I could barely move.
I don’t know how many men there are here. I’ve seen different faces when they walk by. It seems most of them do nothing but roam back and forth, while only two or three men ever come inside the cages.
I’m not the only one being kept here. I hear the cries and screams coming from the other girls. Sometimes, it’s so loud it reminds me of when I volunteered at the animal shelter, and all the dogs would start barking and yelping, except, we’re humans being kept like this.
“Get up, Cinderella. It’s time we put you to use around here.”
Jayson is one of the men who took me from the parking lot that night. He disgusts me. I try to avoid looking at him. He’s tall and slender. He looks almost malnourished. I know it’s from the drugs he uses. His teeth are nasty and some are missing. He has tattoos all down both arms, even his neck is covered.
I know there’s no point in fighting him, but how can I just let these people do whatever they want with me? The chains limit my movements. I reach out with my hands and both feet and kick and claw at nothing but air.
“Enough!”
I hear a voice I haven’t heard before. It echoes loudly, around the room.
“Jayson, get out of here and go see that the others get fed today. I’ll take care of this one.”
I haven’t seen this man before.
He’s tall and muscled. His hair and even his face are all scruffy and overgrown. I can see something in his eyes I haven’t seen with any of the others.
“You can call me Master G. I know you don’t want to hear this, but the more you listen and the less you fight, the better your chances will be of getting out alive.”
He takes a key from his pocket.
“I’m going to get you out of these chains, but make no mistake, if you try to get away or fight with me, you won’t like the consequences. Do you understand?”
This guy is fucking scary.
“Yes.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and he forces me to look up at him.
“Yes, what? When someone asks a question around here, you say, ‘Yes, sir’. Do you understand?”
He tugs my hair tighter while he waits for my answer.
I haven’t been living in the dark. I know what all of this means.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
I know if I don’t agree with him, I won’t like what happens next. I’m filthy and too hungry to argue or fight with him.
After he gets the chains free, he leads me along behind him. I don’t know where he’s taking me. This is the first time I’ve been allowed out of the filthy hole I’m being kept in.
Once we get to the next level, I can see we’re in a house of some kind. I guess I’ve been kept in a basement. He keeps dragging me along by one arm until he comes to a hallway with several doors. When he’s found the one he’s looking for, he removes a key from his pocket and unlocks it.
It’s a bedroom. It’s a beautiful room. It doesn’t belong here with these filthy animals. The large bed that sits against the wall, it doesn’t look like a bed where only nightmares are likely to take place.
My nerves kick in because I know what will happen here. They’ve made it clear I’ve been brought here to serve them with my body.
I struggle to remove myself from his hold.
When we’re further into the room, I see more hooks and chains. The need to escape escalates even more. I struggle even harder against the man’s hold.
“You can’t run. Trying to fight and struggle is only going to get you hurt, or even worse, killed. If you manage to get away, you won’t get far, and you won’t like what happens when you do that shit.”
“Please, sir. Please, let me go. I have people at home who need me.”
I can’t stop the tears that fall.
My tears don’t seem to affect Master G.
He takes me into the bathroom. He doesn’t say a word while he moves swiftly. He starts the water in the tub, and then he turns his attention back to me. I watch him pull something from his pocket. I’m shocked when I see he has a pair of scissors in his hand.
I form a plan in my head, if only I can find a way to get those scissors from him.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll be taking these with me when I go. Stand up straight.”
He keeps his eyes on me, waiting.
When I don’t move, he roars loudly.
“Now!”
Knowing I don’t have a choice, I stand as straight as my weak body allows. My empty stomach growls loudly, breaking the silence.
“Let’s get this over with, and then you can eat.”
With one hand, he pulls my shirt away from my body, and then he uses the scissors to start cutting the material. He works fast and it only takes a few seconds until it’s gone, and he’s already cut through the thin bra I have on.
Once the material has all fallen to the floor and my body is exposed, I can’t control my reaction when I move my arms to cover my chest.
It seems to make Master G angry. He grabs both arms and pulls them back to my sides.
“There’s no point in trying to hide. Everyone here is going to see you, sooner or later.”
He uses the scissors to cut at the filthy denim jeans I have on, but I stop him. I don’t want to drag this out any longer, because I know they’re going to come off either way.
When they’re lying on the floor, I’m ashamed when I see the stains where I’ve soiled my clothes, but Master G doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. He picks them up and tosses them in a garbage can.
“Get in the tub.”
The hot water feels so good when it touches my skin. Master G doesn’t waste any time. He picks up a bottle of soap and a washcloth and cleans every inch of my body. He works swiftly, and once he’s finished cleaning my body, he washes my hair.
“Where am I?”
I haven’t considered I could be miles from home. Everyone I’ve heard speaks English, so I assume I’m still in America.
“Tennessee.”
Learning I’m still close to home gives me hope someone will find me. I’m sure Betty and Calvin called the police when they found my car still there, and the keys lying on the ground.
I guess he’s satisfied that everything is clean. He pulls the stop
per from the tub and orders me to stand up. He drags a towel over my body a few times before he wraps it around me and secures it in place. He takes a second towel to dry my hair.
“Come on. We have a few more things to get done, and then you can eat.”
I’ve been watching him while he tends to me. He doesn’t look happy. I have the impression he isn’t too pleased he’s been assigned to this task. Even though he’s a big and scary man, I’ve caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes.
“Drop the towel. Put your hands behind your back and keep your feet even with your shoulders. Keep your eyes on the floor.”
I hesitate for a minute, hoping I can think of a way I can get out of this.
“Come on, princess, let’s not waste any more time. You can either do what I say, or I can put you on the damn bed and tie you to it.”
I’d almost rather die than do what he’s telling me, but I think of my family and I know I have no other choice.
I need to play along until I can find a way out of here. I’m weak, sore, and bruised. I wouldn’t get far if I tried to run.
I get myself into the position he’s ordered.
I close my eyes, and try to convince myself this is no different than all the times “X” and those awful men made me do things like this for pictures and videos. I’ll pretend there isn’t anyone in the room, besides me and my camera.
That is, until someone decides to touch me. When that happens, I may decide death is the better choice after all.
“She’s ready. Send him in.”
He tucks his phone back in his pocket. I keep watching the door, even though he told me to look at the floor. I need to see what’s about to happen to me.
He watches me for a few seconds with a strange look back in his eyes.
“You’re not going to like some of the things that are going to happen. My advice is to get inside your head and forget about it as much as you can. Don’t fight it. You can deal with the ugly shit when you get out of here.”