by Eden Rose
Quickly, I call Veronica, one of the other actresses that I have become friends with and she picks up immediately. “Hey, Sin. What are you up to?” Her cheery voice makes the tears spring to my eyes.
How can someone be so cheery when my whole world has been altered? Knocked off its axle.
“I need you to pick me up,” I murmur. “I need you to hurry.”
“What’s wrong?” Her little voice asks me but I can hear her getting dressed in the background of her phone.
“I, uh, I need you to come get me. The cabbie got pissed and left me on the side of the road,” I lie.
Why didn’t I tell the truth, you ask. I will tell you the only explanation I can think of, I was going to handle Jim in the way I know how to. I’m going to make him suffer.
“Where are you?”
Looking around the deserted road, I try to find anything that would make it easy for her to find me. “I’m kinda in the middle of nowhere. I’ll turn the GPS tracker on my phone and you can track me that way. Is that all right?”
She takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re okay? Sin, I swear I got your back.”
I nod my head in understanding even though she can’t see me. “I know. I will be fine.”
The next hour is one of the longest of my life.
*
I hold the gun in my hand and feel the weight of the steel. It’s loaded and I’m ready for the attack. I’m not allowing Jim to make me the victim here. I’m not going to deal with that fucking shit.
Hell no.
Standing in his closet, I put my tool kit for picking locks away in the bag I have on my back. You don’t have bikers for family and not learn a trick or two. Fuck, I love picking locks and have for years.
Jim has been acting as if he did nothing wrong the past two weeks and I’m ready to show him that’s not the case. He raped the wrong woman.
“I know, baby,” he croons to someone as he walks through the door. I can see the lights come on through the cracks of the closet doors but I only see his one shadow. “We’ll have to get together again some other time, baby,” he says with his fake nice voice.
Pathetic. He’s raping another girl with his niceness. The man doesn’t have a heart and he shouldn’t have one beating in his chest.
“I have to call you back,” he murmurs and hangs up the phone.
I watch through the cracks of the door while he walks into his kitchen to open the fridge. The man’s house is a decent size but it should be. He’s one of the most sought after porn directors out there. Jim makes millions on doing just one film.
The familiar pop of the top of a beer is my signal to go. I’ve been waiting a long time and I can’t wait anymore. It’s time to act.
Carefully, I slide open the door to the closet and sneak through his house to find him standing in front of the kitchen sink. He’s wearing a suit, as per his usual. However, from behind he looks normal. Not the porn king many people consider him to be.
I’m so close to him that I can smell his cologne. It's strong. The scent wafts it's way through me and I know this is the only chance I get for my revenge. If I mess it up, I won’t have another chance. The asshole will block me from porn and I won’t get close enough to him to do this again.
Pushing the gun into his back, I hear him gasp. “Don’t say a fucking word,” I utter to him.
“Sinclair?” He replies stupidly.
I take this time to kick him in his shin. He buckles slightly but maintains his hold on the sink. “What part didn’t you understand? You’re not so tough when you’re not in control.”
He shakes his head.
“You thought you could rape me and I wouldn’t do anything? You honestly thought you were going to get away with it?”
Jim’s head is stiff as he stares through the window above the sink. His eyes meet mine and I widen my eyes to show that I’m not backing down. I’m not going to allow him to try and control me.
“You did, didn’t you?” I blurt with malice. “But, the thing you guys keep forgetting is that I’m the princess of a 1% MC.”
“You’re nothing but a fucking whore,” he mutters as he stares me down. “You fucking whore.”
I push the gun further into his back to prove that I’m in control. “I might be the fucking whore but I’m not your whore. You thought you would be in control and could call the shots. It must have killed you when I turned you down and then you had to rape me. You had to take something that wasn’t yours. I will never be yours,” I spit.
He chuckles. “What makes you think I want a whore? What makes you think that anyone would want some porn star who gets off knowing horny teenage boys jack off to her?”
It's my turn to giggle. “Jim, you won’t be able to hurt another woman again. You’re a black smudge on our industry and it's time to take you out of the picture. Fuck you.”
His eyes are widened with fear and I love it. I love that I’m making him feel like he’s not in control of the situation. He’s afraid of me and he should be. “Get on your knees,” I state clearly.
“No! You’re just gonna fuckin’ kill me anyway. Why would I get on my knees?”
Kicking my foot back, I kick hard enough to the back of his legs and watch him fall. He’s on the ground with his hands resting on top of the sink to hold his balance. At least he’s on his knees.
“I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you right now and you couldn’t do a thing about it. Maybe I should rape you, too. Let you know what it feels like to be violated. Have you ever been fucked up your cowardice ass?”
He shakes his head. Jim’s officially understanding the weight of my control over him.
“Maybe you should pray. Pray to your god and see if you can get forgiveness. You know? The whole Confess-Your-Sins-Before-You-Die shit.”
I’m baiting him to break him down. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m wanting to see him naked again nor do I want to see his ass. I wouldn’t be able to do it. Yeah, I’m a princess of Masters of Chaos, but I’m still a human.
It’s moments like this that I know I still have humility.
“Pray!” I yell at him.
He’s shaking in front of me. “Sinclair, please! I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not your god. I’m just the woman you wronged. How many other women have you raped? Does it make you feel good? Feel like a man?”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry!” He begs.
I shake my head and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Soon, you’ll only be a chalk outline. Maybe you should pray. Time’s running out.”
Jim tries to turn to look at me but I don’t let him. “I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you! I promise. How much you want? You want your own movies?”
I giggle. “You honestly think I have to hold a man at gunpoint to get my own movie? That’s great.”
I raise the gun to the back of his head and fire two shots. It's rapid and quick. The bastard falls face first against the sink then falls to the ground in a heap of bastard-ness. “Fuck you, Jim. Go to hell.”
I put the gun into the waistband of my jeans and send a little thank you to my dad for teaching me how to shoot. I could have shot him while in the closet but I wanted him to know he couldn’t hurt me again. That he couldn’t hurt another girl again.
Looking around the kitchen, I make sure I didn’t leave anything behind which could connect me to Jim. He’s a porn director, there’s probably a bunch of people that want to kill him. Husbands and boyfriends of current actresses that want to teach the director a lesson. Of course they would come to his house to do it.
Once I’m satisfied there’s nothing in the kitchen which could place me here, I sneak out the side door of the kitchen. The stress of pulling off the perfect crime has lifted and now all I need to do is get home. I need to get ar away from Jim.
“I know what you did.”
“What the fuck?” I call out in the direction of the voice I heard. There’s someone
to the left of me outside and the hair on the back off my neck sticks straight up. “Who are you?”
“Sinclair. How could you?”
Whomever the person is, they are hiding in the shadows. I reach behind me to grab my gun in case I need to protect myself.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the male voice states from behind the shadows.
“Who are you?” I demand.
“Don’t worry about it. Just know that I will get in touch with you with further directions. Until then, watch what you do.”
Fuck this! I’m not going to allow another person to think they can control me. I’m not doing it. “No, go fuck yourself.”
“You really think you’re going to boss me around after you murdered the porn king? Yeah, fuckin’ right. Sweetheart, your ass belongs to me now.”
“Who are you?” I demand. Whomever it is obviously knows what I did but I don’t need them to spread it around. This is a fucking nightmare. The whole reason why I did this at his house.
“You wait until you have further instructions,” a female voice answers me and then they are gone.
I’m in my car in a matter of seconds before my phone starts to buzz.
UNKNOWN: you will bring me 2500$ a week.
UNKNOWN: if you know whats good for you
UNKNOWN: i need you to text me back to tell me you got this message
UNKNOWN: maybe i should show the video to the cops
He took a video? He recorded me fucking killing Jim? Did he also record Jim raping me and then acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong? I wonder if he did that too. Fuck this guy.
ME: i call your bluff
UNKNOWN: Video Attachment
Quickly, I hit the download button and wait for it to load. There’s no way he recorded me. Plus, how the hell does he know I have access to that kind of money? Yeah, I make decent money as a porn actress but I don’t flaunt it. I don’t allow others to know what I do. Many of the other actresses have nice cars and big houses but I don’t want to draw that much attention to myself.
Once it’s finished loading, I’m face to face with the video of me killing Jim. Who ever recorded is, must have been up close to the window to capture this much detail. Fuck!
ME: how do i know you haven’t already gone to the police
UNKNOWN: they would be there right now
ME: why not turn me in
UNKNOWN: this way we can both get something
ME: what am i getting? Not being arrested?
UNKNOWN: shouldn’t that be enough?
ME: you are exploiting me!
UNKNOWN: i call it propositioning you
UNKNOWN: you want me to go to the cops?
ME: no. where do you want the money
UNKNOWN: i will give you further instructions
HULK
There’s crashing and banging out in the main pod that shakes the whole fed-pod. I can hear metal crashing, bending against the walls, smashing of human bones along with the deafening alarm for help.
And where are the fucktards? Not at their post to monitor this. To monitor us.
I quickly run to grab my shank I have hidden under my mattress for a situation like this. I traded two packs of cigarettes for the steel to make it and a candy bar for the twine to make a handle for it. This bad boy is all fuckin’ mine.
Of course, I don’t need a shank to protect myself. What these mother fuckers keep forgetting is that I am a trained fighter who doesn’t need a weapon. I have twenty-three hours a day where I sit in my cell and wait. For those twenty-three hours, I work out and get ready for the next move. There will always be a next move.
I lean against the locked cell door waiting for someone to pass by and let me out. I’ve got my shank ready to plunge into someone who starts something with me.
A crackle comes over the PA system. “All inmates return to your cells immediately! This is a lockdown!” Then another crackle over the system. “This is a mandatory lock down! All inmates return to your cells.”
Guards run past my cell yelling into their radios with their current locations and what is happening around them.
And that’s when I see Hall. He’s eager to move up in the ranks to prove how great he is to the corrections department but he’s also a first class asshole. He’s running past my cell with his hand on his radio at his mouth.
I could literally stick my hand out and stab him in the stomach and no one would know I did it either. It was fucking amazing. However, my beef with Hall is much deeper than that. No, he’s pinned shit on me to fuck and now I’m going to teach him a lesson.
“What’s wrong, Hall? Someone’s gettin’ some action and you’re late to the party?” I tease.
“Man, you’re a fucking piece of shit. Thinking you’re big and bad behind a steel gate.”
I chuckle. “If you think that, why don’t you open the cage and see for yourself.”
The second the gate opens, he’s rushing me like he can take me. The asshole thinks he can take me! This is fucking great.
I swing and hit him in the side of the mouth and he staggers back. His back hits the bunk and he bounces back. I hit him again and again, over and over. The mother fucker doesn’t stay down.
The cocky asshole thinks he’s got me as he lands a punch to my ribs. I stagger back a little before gaining my balance and pull out my shank ready to stab it in his side.
With the alarms and people yelling all around us, all I hear is the deafening beat of my heart beating. It’s a steady beat but I know it's the calm before the storm. As soon as I finish with Hall, the chaos outside is going to be fuckin’ crazy.
“Hulk!”
Turning my head very quickly to see who’s calling me, I place the shank against the guard’s throat to hold him steady. The last thing that I need is for him to think he’s getting one over me. “What?” I bark while pressing the blade further into the bastard’s skin. Growling at the guard, I let him know my intentions on how I’m going to kill him. “You set me up so you can prove you’re bigger and badder than me? You’re nothin’ but a little fuckin’ pussy ass bitch.”
“Hulk!”
Turning my head, I see Elvis standing in the cell door. “What the fuck are you doin’ in here?” I look him up and down but I notice he’s wearing civilian clothes. He’s not an inmate.
“We need to get the fuck outta here. ASAP!”
Looking back at the guard who’s face is turning red from the lack of oxygen, I consider my next move. I could fucking kill him quickly then get the fuck out or I can take him with me and have fun outside the prison.
“It’s your lucky day, Hall. I’m gonna kill you quick.”
Slicing the shank across his neck, blood shoots out of his neck splashing me in the face. He slumps over and I take my shank out of his neck to wipe it off. I might have to use it later.
“What are you doin’ here?” I ask again.
Elvis shakes his head while walking into the cell. “We gotta move now. Before they call backup.”
He’s dragging me out of the cell by my arm. “We gotta go. They’re waiting for us outside!”
We run through the pod which is caught up in complete chaos that’s going to end a few lives. Guards are taken captive by the inmates since now they are without any form of protection.
We might be inmates and criminals, but we’re still criminals.
“Who’s here?” I demand examining my pod. I’m never comin’ back here. Fuck that shit. These bastards can keep it.
“Bishop, Redbeard, Hawk and Long John are waitin’ in the van. We gotta get you home and tell you what’s going on.”
Suddenly, a bad taste floods my mouth and I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. It must have been something extremely bad if they are busting me out of prison.
Maximum prison, my ass.
The buzzer door to the outside is wide open with Bishop standing in it. “Let’s fuckin’ go before they have us do a chain gang shit.”
I chuck
le as I jog past him. “Sounds kinda fun, don’t you think, prez?”
Bishop’s head is shaking. “Glad to see prison hasn’t hardened your sense of humor. Get in the van. Redbeard, hand him over his change of clothes.”
The brothers are busy shooting our way to the van making me feel guilty that I don’t have a weapon to contribute with. I jump into the back of the van just as the old man, Redbeard, is handing me a black hoodie and a pair of jeans.