Forever Yours

by Nikki J Summers

  “You fucked then killed my wife and my unborn child Joe. Now I’m going to do the same to yours. I’m gonna fuck Ella then I’ll cut out that bastard child you put in her and finally the grand finale, I’ll string her up from those rafters up there and watch as she hangs, every bit of life squeezed out of her body as she twitches until her last breath. An eye for an eye as they say. It’s quite poetic really don’t you think?” He grinned.

  I could hear Joe’s cries now, he sounded wounded, like he was the one dying. The only sounds coming down the phone were growls, grunts and cries like a wounded animal.

  “And the best part…I’ve got a web cam set up so you can watch the whole thing online and when you finally do get round to finding her in a few days or weeks from now you can shut it down. I think we’ll go viral on the dark web though, don’t you Ella? This time tomorrow we could be internet sensations.”

  With that he hung up the phone and dropped it on the floor before stamping on it and crushing the screen into a million pieces.

  “He won’t find you, I disabled your GPS tracker and your location services. So may as well sit back and enjoy the ride. It’s gonna be intense.”

  39

  Max

  I could hear Joe chatting away on his phone in my living room, as I strolled in pulling my t-shirt over my head. I heard him huff and tell Ella he couldn’t see her face and ask if she’d rung him by mistake. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Ella for a while so I went behind the sofa to say hi and give her a wave, once she’d worked out how to use her camera. When the screen panned out onto her tied to that filthy mattress I started shaking, the panic inside me rising like a volcano. I loved Ella, the thought of anyone hurting her made my blood boil, I’d kill them with my bare hands.

  I could see Joe was losing it big time, he was so focused on what that asshole Peters was saying that he was liable to miss any clues that we’d need to find Ella. I didn’t blame him, it was his girl and his baby being threatened. I kept my focus on the screen though and watched, trying to pick out anything that could give a clue to the location of the dump he was holding her in.

  The sounds weren’t much help, just some dripping water, probably rain, with the occasional muffled scream from Ella. The flooring was standard concrete, no clues there.

  Joe’s hand started shaking as he held the phone so I put my hand on it too to keep it steady, I had to try and find something to help us. This just couldn’t happen, not to her.

  Peters went on and on crucifying Joe with his insane ramblings and justifying what he felt was his right for vengeance. We all knew it was Peters stalking Joe, but his I.T skills had eluded us for a long time. He was clever at covering his tracks. I knew tracing Ella’s mobile phone would be fruitless, as a renowned hacker he would have sorted that out even before he took her. This screen in front of us was our only hope right now.

  When he started to detail his sick twisted plan Joe lost it completely. He was a mess. Cole lifted the phone to the ceiling to show the rafters he planned to hang Ella from and as he did he revealed an old piece of machinery with the brand name BOBST on it. I had no idea what it was but it was all I had.

  At that moment Sam came charging through the door with Chris in toe, a look of sheer panic on both of their faces.

  “He’s got her.” I said as Joe crumbled on the sofa, his head in his hands sobbing.

  “I’m so sorry Joe, I was loading the car up I literally took my eyes off her for a minute and she was gone. I had no idea he was even there, no one matched his description from my initial assessments when we got there.” Joe wasn’t listening though as he was too caught up in his grief, so Sam turned to me.

  “I’ll get onto my contact at MI5 see if we can track her phone and maybe use the CCTV for car number plate recognition.” I told him it would be pointless, Peters would have blocked any tracking capabilities, he was no amateur, but right now we had to try every avenue we could.

  “We’ve got to find her, we have to.” Joe sobbed.

  I grabbed my phone and googled BOBST.

  “She’s in some abandoned warehouse somewhere. I saw an old piece of machinery in the background it had the brand name BOBST written across the side, but it was old, not in use anymore and covered in rust.”

  Sam asked me what machine it could be but I had no idea. What came up on google was a website for a company that specialised in packaging and label manufacturing. Not a fat lot of help, so I clicked onto the images. As I scrolled down the images of different modern factory machinery Joe paced up and down wracking his brain for what to do. Sam barked down the phone to his contact in MI5 and Chris just sat and cried.

  Then I saw it, a BOBST SP 1260-E a machine for die cutting and hot foil printing dated 1956.

  “It’s a die cutting and printing machine. What time did she go missing from the office?” I asked Chris.

  He looked at his watch, “About 4pm, I remember because she said she was getting tired and she always felt sleepy at 4pm just lately.”

  Joe had gotten the phone call not long after 4.30pm so the timeline meant she couldn’t be that far out of the city.

  “How many derelict old printers’ buildings are there in a ten maybe twenty mile radius of here, ones that have been empty since the 1970s or 80s?”

  We all got our mobiles out and started searching disused printing factories. Sam found two possible sites, and since his men were on their way we decided to split into two groups and get out there to check both out. We were all frantic by this point, conscious of the fact that every second counted.

  Once Sam had debriefed his men, all ex-service men or mercenaries of some kind, we split into two groups, with various weapons, guns and ammunition at the ready. I’d never even fired a gun before but I wasn’t going to let that stop me using it today. Chris stayed behind in my apartment, he was as much use as a chocolate tea pot right now, but Joe and I took his range rover. A group of Sam’s men were following us to the first site, Sam was taking a group to the second site.

  I drove through the city as fast as I could. Joe sat beside me barking for me to go faster, run the red lights, and swerve around the slow drivers. I didn’t respond, I knew he was beyond terrified right now. My phone rang and I used hands free to answer, making sure Joe couldn’t hear Sam on the other side. If Sam had found anything I didn’t want to freak Joe out any more than he already was.

  “They’re here.” Sam stated, “The Volvo is parked up round the side. Do me a favour and don’t rush here okay, I’ve told the men following you to get here now but I don’t want Joe seeing something he won’t ever get over, so try to ease up so we can secure the area.”

  “Easier said than done.” I replied, and hung up.

  “They’ve found the place, she’s at the other site, the Volvo was parked round the side of the building and they’re going in now. I’ll get us there as soon as I can.”

  “Get us there sooner Max, I need to get to her. I have to get there.”

  I nodded and turned the car round to head to the second site. My stomach full of dread for how this was going to play out.

  40

  Colin skulked back over to his laptop and started tapping away as if nothing had happened, leaving me lying there wracking my brain for any possible way out of this. I couldn’t move my arms or legs so fighting back was pointless. I was gagged so I couldn’t scream for help, but from the look of the building there wouldn’t be anyone around here to hear me anyway. Getting the gag off would be my best bet though, Colin had said he liked me, if I could talk to him and make him feel some remorse I could buy myself some valuable time to make a move. I’d seen enough T.V thrillers and dramas to know that getting the sympathy of your kidnapper was key. Let them see you as a person rather than a thing. The only niggling doubt I had was that Colin or Cole whoever he was did seem to see me as Ella, so I prayed that his psychopathic tendencies could be played to my advantage and wouldn’t ultimately sign my death warrant.

  “Do you think it’ll take
him long to get over you and move onto the next one?” Colin smiled as he turned to face me.

  “I reckon a week, maybe two tops and he’ll be onto someone else. Sorry Ella, but that’s the reality. He just wasn’t worth your time. Oh sure he’s upset now, but he’ll be back to his playboy ways soon enough, and I’ll be back to taunting him wherever he goes. You will just be a distant memory, an anecdote to share with my online buddies. They are gonna love the twist in this story of mine.”

  I tried to speak through the gag as Colin casually walked over to the table and picked up a hunting knife. My eyes bulged out of my head and I started to yank on my restraints not caring whether they cut through my skin, all I was focused on was getting myself away from that knife. I shook my head madly from side to side, crying and screaming as he brought the knife to my face then I squeezed my eyes shut as I braced myself for the slicing pain I was about to feel on my cheek.

  It never came, instead I felt the gag loosen and fall to the side. I opened my eyes to see Colin leering over me like the mad man he was. His stale breath invading my senses and making me want to wretch.

  “Tell me Ella, what would you like me to use to get that bastard baby out of you? This knife? Or maybe the drill? How about we saw you in half, that would be hilarious, we could hang you up there in two parts.” He cackled gesturing to the roof.

  “Fuck you.” I spat in his face, all thoughts of trying to placate him or talk him round flew out of my mind the instant he threatened my baby. He just grinned back at me, wiping my spit from his cheek then sucking it into his mouth and groaning like a fucking weirdo.

  “Hmm sweet, I knew you would be. I can’t wait to taste you everywhere.” He licked my cheek with his rancid foul tongue and reached down to my knickers, cupping me between my legs. “I mean everywhere Ella.” He glared up at me.

  “You’re a sick fucker, you won’t get away with this.”

  “Yes I will, of course I will. Who’s going to find you here?” He came up to whisper in my ear. “It’s perfect Ella, you and me all alone. We have all the time in the world to get…acquainted better…then I’ll put you out of your misery. Do you want to see a picture of my Marie? She was so pretty, dark hair and olive skin, not beautiful like you though. I’m looking forward to fucking you Ella, I’ve never fucked anyone as beautiful as you before.” He ran his coarse rough fingers down my face, “Then I’ll carve up this beautiful face and make it as ugly as the man you fell in love with. That sounds like fun doesn’t it.” He laughed and went over to the laptop at the bottom of the bed.

  “Got to check this is working, we don’t want to miss any of the action do we!”

  I couldn’t help myself from biting back, “It’ll be a first for both of us won’t it, because I’ve never fucked such a disgusting, filthy, pervert like you before.”

  “Oh Ella, that wicked tongue of yours will get you into trouble you know.”

  “You’re the one who’s gonna be in trouble when they find your sorry ass. I just want to make sure you know what a pathetic, low life loser you really are. You know I always felt sorry for you, no girlfriend, no friends, a boring shitty life. You really are a feeble excuse for a human being aren’t you Cole. Is that why your wife couldn’t stand to be around you for a minute longer than she had to? Did the thought of fucking you make her skin crawl? I know how she felt!”

  He flew across to me and punched me hard in the face making my head spring to the side and my lip split open. Man it fucking hurt but I just turned to him and gave him a defiant stare. There was no way in hell I was going down without a fight.

  “I think you need to take boxing lessons from Joe, that punch was pathetic.”

  I smiled up at him and he hit me again, this time catching the side of my cheek bone and my eye socket. I felt a crunch sound and pain radiated through my face and head. He’d probably fractured something that time, but the adrenaline in my body kept me focused on my end goal. Survival. As long as he was punching my face he wasn’t using the knife or any other tools on me.

  “Use me as a punch bag all you want Cole, you won’t break me.”

  I rolled my head back to face him.

  “You still look beautiful Ella, even with all the blood. I like how feisty you are, it gets me hard.” He did a little jump on the spot like he was getting ready to go into the boxing ring.

  “You’re cock is probably so small I won’t even know you’re inside me.” I taunted.

  He laughed like a maniac and grabbed his own crotch.

  “Oh believe me you’ll feel it. Or I could always fuck you with my hunting knife, how would you like that? You’d feel that alright.”

  “You are one sick freak. How about I test it out on you first and fuck your ass.”

  “Oh Ella, I love how you think you have some kind of control here…but you’re already dead bitch, accept it. Gotta say I’ll miss this though, the fight you have in you.”

  “If you like my fight, how about you release the restraints and I can give you a proper fight. Wouldn’t that be better, get you real nice and hard for me?”

  He levelled his eyes at me, considering my suggestion and weighing up his options.

  “I won’t release your arms, I don’t trust you. But you’re right a bit of a fight would be fun. I like a struggle.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys then opened the lock mechanism on my leg restraints, first the right then the left.

  “This way you can pretend to fight me with your weak little kicks and I can bend your knees and get in real deep when I fuck you.”

  “Bring it on.” I tormented him, bringing my knees up and pushing myself up the bed as far as I could with the restraints already on my arms.

  “First things first Ella.” He sang like the deranged monster he was.

  Then he took his hunting knife and cut down the middle of my bra, and ripped the material from under me licking his lips as his grotesque eyes roamed over my chest. Next it was my knickers, cut off from the side of my hip. He pointed at my tattoo with the tip of the knife.

  “What do we have here? He branded you like his possession. You really are a weak little girl aren’t you Ella.”

  “I had it done, no one owns me.”

  “Oh I beg to differ, I think I pretty much own your life now Ella.”

  He dragged the tip of the knife over the tattoo and I screamed with the searing splitting pain of the blade cutting through my skin. My breathing became urgent frantic pants as I felt my whole body go into nervous spasm and the sweat that was pouring out of me went icy cold.

  “See all crossed out just like the mistake it is.” He wiped my blood from the blade onto the mattress and threw the knife down.

  “So, let’s get to the good part. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you Ella? I even did it at work once whilst I fantasised about fucking you in the ass over my desk.” He grabbed his crotch again rubbing himself and smirking. “You’ve always fascinated me. You have this tough feisty side, then you’re all vulnerable and ‘save me please’ like some kind of push over. You really need to make up your mind which one you are.”

  “What do you want me to be Cole? Or is it the weak ass Colin I’m talking to? You’re a push over yourself half the time. Jerking off in the bathroom at work cuz no woman in her right mind would want to go within thirty feet of you.”

  He didn’t like that, his face went feral and he grabbed the scalpel.

  “I could carve that face off right now you know, see if that doesn’t shut you up.” He spat bringing the scalpel to the side of my forehead and pressing so hard I could feel the pinch of the blade and the warm trickle of my blood trailing down my face and neck into my hair.

  “Do it, but then I suppose you won’t have fucked a prettier girl than your wife then.” I jeered.

  “Always an answer for everything.” He sneered.

  I felt proud in that moment, I’d held him off pretty well so far with my insults and ridicule. I knew i
t couldn’t last but I kept fighting.

  “It’s not difficult when you’re dealing with a clueless freak like you.” I smiled mocking him, even though it hurt to move my lips, the pain from his fists causing a dull throbbing in my skull.

  “Beauty and the freak.” He looked pleased with himself for thinking that one up, “Sounds like an idea for a Disney movie don’t you think? Anyway enough talking, I think it’s time we took this up a notch don’t you.”

  “No.”

  He undid the belt of his trousers and pulled them down along with any underwear he was wearing. His cock stood out long and thick, making me want to puke. He wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping up and down slowly.

  “Now this I’m gonna enjoy much more than our chats Ella.”

  He climbed onto the bed and I viciously kicked my legs at him gathering all the energy and strength I could muster. He wrestled my ankles still and reached back for his knife again. Then pressing his body over mine he brought the knife up to my neck and pushed it into the side and I felt the familiar piercing pain as the tip ruptured my skin and sent warm trickles of blood down into my now sweat soaked hair.

  “You will do as I say or this knife goes inside you in place of my cock, do you hear me slut?”

  This was it, my final fight, the last ditch attempt to save myself and my baby. I had a choice, I could check out of my body and let him do what he wants. Maybe someone would come and save me before that happened but I highly doubted it. Or I could battle him with every last breath I had. Making it as difficult for him as I could and die with all the dignity I deserved. It was a no brainer, I clamped my legs shut and prepared for the fight of my life.

  As he lent down to whisper something vulgar to me I turned and bit into his ear like a rabid dog clamping my teeth down with all my might. He gave a wild howl and plunged the hunting knife downwards in between my legs slicing through the inside of my thighs just above my knees. I shrieked in pain, which released my hold on his ear. Blood started to run down my legs, slippery, hot, wet blood that made our struggle messy and rendered my legs useless. The muscles of my legs felt dead, the pain I expected to feel after the knife slicing through was replaced by a dizzy sick feeling overwhelming my whole body. Stars danced in front of my eyes and in that exact moment I saw my end.