She squinted her eyes to get a better look at whoever was at the door.
“Hello.”
Nothing. Not even a sound. The person just stood there, facing her way. “Where am I?”
Was there something wrong with who was standing at the door? Why was she here, wherever it was? Her mouth was dry; she needed to use the bathroom. She had been busting to go since she got into the car last night. Wait. What was going on?
“Why won’t you answer me?” she said as she pulled on the restraints.
“Don’t do that, or you’ll hurt yourself,” the shadow said.
“Who are you, and why am I here?” she tried again.
The shadow stepped forward, and she gasped at who came into view. “Bryan. What are you doing here?”
He stopped right in front of her, and checked her restraints that she pulled hard on. They had loosened only the slightest bit, but it wasn’t enough to get her hands free.
“I’m here for you, Chantal.”
“What do you mean?”
“You and I are meant to be together, as one. Two souls joining into one. That is why you are here,” he said to her.
“I don’t want to be here. I want to go home, Bryan.”
“Yes, you do, Chan. You are mine and will always be mine, completely, and I will show you just how much,” he growled.
“It was you that sent me those letters and box and DVD?”
“Why didn’t you listen to me in those letters, Chan? I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
He tugged harder on the restraints around her wrists, making her cry out at the pain that shot down her arms. He knelt down in front of her and did the same to her ankles. Once he was done, his hands slid ever so slowly and softly up her legs until they reached the top of the skirt she was wearing. Swallowing the vomit that rose in her throat, she whispered, “I’m not yours and never have, or will be, Bryan. Why are you doing this? Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, that won’t be happening. I had someone train me how to treat you the way you want, I can’t wait to show you.” His mouth came down over hers, she tried pulling away as he pushed his tongue down her throat, but was held firm by his hand around her neck.
“Don’t fight it, Chantal. We both know you want it.”
“No, I don’t. What happened to Sherrie? Think about what this will do to her and your kids if they found out.”
He laughed harshly. “Sherrie wouldn’t have the first clue how to please me, like I know you will. And those kids aren’t even mine, the bitch cheated on me with my best mate. She honestly thinks I have no clue, but she is so fucking wrong about it.”
What was going on here? It was like he was on another planet or drugs. His hand slid down her body and started lifting up her skirt. He was like an older brother to her. They had never crossed the boundaries, well she never had, and now that she was here with him, alone in some kind of creepy place, she was scared shitless. Why did things like this happen to her?
“I don’t want you, Bryan. If I have at any time given you that hope, I’m sorry. You were always a big brother to me, nothing more.”
“You have no idea what you have done to me over the last five years. Seeing you with all those losers you called boyfriends, then you went and slept with the biggest playboy of the town, Dominic Grayson. How could you lower yourself that bad, Chantal? You deserve so much better than him, but, you couldn’t help yourself, could you? No one can once they have had Dominic,” he growled.
His hand around her throat tightened and her breathing grew shallow. “He loves me, Bryan. If you did, you wouldn’t be doing what you are now,” she croaked out. His hands loosened enough that she could gulp in a breath.
“He doesn’t love you, he never has. If he did, he wouldn’t have done half the things he did to you, and especially in front of a whole crowd at a fucking dirty club, Chantal. But now that you have been with him, my plans for you have changed. And it’s going to be very interesting to see how they go.” He laughed.
She had never seen this side of him. It was nothing like the usual sweet, happy, help with anything that you needed done, Bryan. What stood in front of her now, was someone that was evil. The sweet side was an act, and his true colors came out now as she watched him move towards the only other door in the room and disappear behind it. His laughter echoed down the hall. What had she done to deserve this treatment from him?
She screamed out his name an endless amount of times, until her throat was raw. Swallowing was painful to do. She didn’t even know what the time was, or even what day it was. God, she hoped someone had noticed that she had been taken from her shop and that they didn’t think she just walked away.
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hree fucking days he had been looking for her, and she was nowhere to be found. No one had seen or heard from her; the last was Joey and the two firefighters. It didn’t turn out too well when he arrived unannounced at her parents’ house. Her father was livid, and ready to lay him out flat by the look in his eyes. He was grateful at the time that he had both of his security with him; he didn't know if he would be able to hold back if he started a fight.
He had to then explain the situation to him and her mother, which was one of the hardest things he had to do. He told them she had been taken from her shop when it was burning down. The investigator from the fire crew said that the fire was deliberately lit, and it was hard to determine what the device thrown through the window was originally, but the liquid coming from it was easy to discover.
It had been a long day, sitting down and listening as her father made phone calls, arranging things under the radar so he could have his daughter found. No police were called, Dom tried convincing him but he knew what he was doing.
He had checked every place he could think of that she would go to, but came up empty handed. She hadn’t been to her place, or his, or back to the shop, which she couldn’t get into since it was taped off. Joey’s was out and so was Skylar’s. He was getting frustrated.
The last place he had taken her to was the club. He wasn’t getting his hopes up that she would all of a sudden be sitting at a table when he walked in. This was the last place he wanted to be. He wasn’t up to seeing anyone from the club, let alone be there by himself without her by his side. Though, it didn’t end well the last time they were here, together.
Sliding onto a stool at the bar, he didn’t even have to order as the bartender knew what he was after. He needed a drink to calm his nerves, and soothe what his heart was doing to him—breaking, bit by bit, from not knowing where she was.
After several hours of sitting at the bar, and too many drinks to count, the club started filling up. Everyone that he knew bypassed him, he never once spoke to anyone in particular, and they all just left him alone. When it came to the last show of the night, it was time for him to leave. It wasn’t doing much for either him or Chantal with him sitting all night at the club.
Stumbling towards the front entrance, someone stood in his way to exit the building. Looking up, he groaned. Why him? Why, of all the times, did this dickhead have to be standing in front of him now?
“Not interested in listening to the shit that comes out of your mouth, Andrew.” He moved past him as he said that.
“Well, someone isn’t feeling the best, does it have anything to do with Chantal. Of course it would, it always seems to be about women with you.” He laughed.
He ignored him and kept walking. He really shouldn’t have drunk so much, he needed to concentrate on Chantal, and at this point, he was doing a shitty job at it.
“I know why you keep going back to her, Dominic. That body of hers is to die for, and the way she felt around my cock that night, mmmm....”
His fists clenched beside him. He counted to ten, breathing in and out as slow as he could. He wasn’t going to hit Andrew, if he did now in his state, he wouldn’t stop. Which wasn’t a problem to him, he would enjoy it way too much.
He kept walking, or stumbling, which you could call it, towards his truck. He knew Andrew was still behind him, and he did not care a bit. Opening the door, before he could even lift himself up into his truck, a sharp pain shot down his neck. Grabbing the spot, he turned around. Andrew stood there smiling, with a syringe in his hand.
“What the fuck?” He stumbled harder against his truck. His eyesight blurred. There were two of Andrew standing in front of him now, not one. Shaking his head, he stepped away in what he thought was the right way, and ended up in the bush.
“These next several days, I’m going to enjoy, immensely.” Andrew said, as he picked up on of his legs and dragged him away from his own truck. His body was limp; nothing was moving, other than him being pulled along the gravel parking lot. Lights flashed against his closed eyelids. No other noises where heard, besides the gravel crunching under his body weight. Whatever he was injected with was working quickly, and it didn’t help that the alcohol already in his system had slowed him down.
He was picked up all of a sudden and thrown onto something hard. He groaned as he landed. A door slammed, and whatever he was in started moving, or was it his head playing tricks on him. His stomach turned, but he couldn’t bring anything up. The last thing he would remember would be Chantal’s beautiful smile, the day he took her to the park. The way her body responded to him with every touch, the way she tasted, how she would clench around his cock as she came; those were the memories he was taking with him, wherever the hell he was going.
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hantal stood on tiptoe as she tried to remove the restraints from around her wrists. She wasn’t going to stick around to see what was going to happen. Bryan wasn’t himself, far from it. She pulled as hard as she could, and the cuffs tightened, making her scream out at the pain running up her arm.
“Let me go!” she screamed at nobody. Her eyes had finally adjusted to the room, and she found that she was tied to a cross, just like she was at the club with Dominic. Damn, she missed him, with everything she had. All she wanted right now was to be wrapped up in his arms with him telling her that everything was going to be all right, nothing was going to happen. But every time she told herself those words, she believed them less and less—they didn’t mean much at this point.
She tried, she really did, to only think of him, but it was so hard, with the pain coursing through her entire body. She had already wet herself since no one came in to allow her to use the bathroom, which pissed her off, literally. At one point she had heard several noises coming from outside of the room, muffled voices close by, but she couldn’t make out what was said or who it was. She had counted three nights that she had been here for so far. She needed a shower, food, and water or any kind of fluid. Her mouth was so dry it felt like sandpaper.
Bryan had removed most of her clothing one of the times he came in, which would have been two days ago. Strapped to a cross in only her underwear and bra, her hair felt like straw, and she didn’t want to know what her complexion looked like. The only nice thing he did for her was rub her legs and wrists to get the blood flow back into them, then he would leave, without say anything.
The doorknob rattled as someone unlocked it. Pushing her body back against the cross, though it really didn’t help, she watched as the door slowly opened, revealing Bryan standing there, with a tray. Jesus, she was starving. She could practically smell the food under the lid of the tray.
He walked into the room. “I have food for you if you’re hungry.” he said as he placed the tray on the table beside her.
“You know I am,” she growled. She was way past being nice to him.
“Don’t be like that, this is all for your own good, Chan.”
“Don’t be like what, Bryan? A Bitch? You fucking kidnapped me!” she screamed. She had to stop doing it; her throat was so sore that every time she screamed she tasted blood. It wasn’t good.
He stood in front of her with a glass of something and positioned the straw to her mouth. The cool water soothed her throat, only for a second, before he pulled it away.
“You need to eat something, if you don’t you won’t have all your strength later, when you really need it.” A spoon came to her mouth, but she didn’t care what she was eating, she needed anything to stop her stomach from growling.
After she swallowed, she asked, “What’s happening later?”
Another spoonful entered her mouth.
“I have a surprise for you. I can’t wait for you to actually see it.” He laughed. There was something in that laugh that scared her. It wasn’t right. Pure evil. She couldn’t answer. She just kept taking spoonful after spoonful of food that he placed into her mouth. When she couldn’t take any more, he moved the tray away.
“Now, you need to have a shower.” He reached up and started removing one of the restraints. “Don’t try anything, or I will hurt you,” he said nicely, in his own way. He had never hurt her before, why would he start now? He moved to untie her ankles and once he was done, before he had a chance to get up off the floor, her knee came up quick and connected to his face. He never even flinched. He just stood up, and glared at her.
She never saw it coming; his fist slammed into the side of her head, throwing her against the wall. Her body slid down the wall into a heap on the ground.
“I told you,” he growled.
He didn’t bother helping her up. He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her through the spare door in the room. Now, she knew it was a bathroom. He dropped her where she was and walked over towards the shower, and turned it on.
Once the room was full of steam, he commanded, “Strip.”
Like hell she was. Shaking her head, she sat up the best she could, but was ripped from the ground and held up. “Not asking again, Chan.”
Her hands shook as he held her off the ground. It was difficult to work around him as he held onto her. Once her bra was off, she heard him suck in a breath. The thought of him enjoying this in any way made her sick. He placed her on the ground and she quickly removed her underwear and held the items in front her, trying to hide his view of her exposed naked body.