Broken Binding

Camari sits at the table, the candles flickering in the dark room. Her eyes are facing the food, the now cold food that she put off eating while waiting for him. So, where is he? He said he would be back for 6 pm. Her eyes glance up to the clock, 10 pm, she should have known he wouldn’t be back. When is Mack ever back these days?

She stands up, blowing out the candles as she begins collecting the plates, she can’t be bothered to wash them. To be honest, she is fed up of scraping plates so much. She opens the bin and puts them in it; she doesn’t care as she hears the smashing. A slight smile on her face at the fact they were Mack’s mothers, maybe now he will come home when he says? She walks upstairs and climbs straight in bed, one last look at her phone, nothing. Not even a text to apologise or explain he can’t make it, then again when does he ever? Her frustration grows, tears brimming in her eyes as she stares at the phone.

“You did it again; I don’t care what your excuse is Mack. I know it isn’t work; I am not a fool. Maybe once I am gone, you realise what you missed? Because I won’t be sticking around if this is our life, how can we bring a child into this? Oh, and by the way, you might want to apologise to your mum for making me smash her plates. Night!”

She hits send and rolls over, her eyes falling closed quickly. Waking up, Mack is asleep next to her, climbing out of bed she walks downstairs. Making breakfast, she sits and eats it, Mack walking into the kitchen smiling.

“Sorry love, work got on top of me, and my phone died. Where’s food?” Mack glances at the table not seeing food at his place.

“In the bin Mack, didn’t want to cook for you this morning just in case you weren’t hungry.” Mack nods, not arguing with her as he starts grabbing his things.

“I need to get to the club’s Cam, tonight? I promise I will be home before seven, I don’t care what emergencies come up, I will be here.” Kissing her, he walks out, Camari shaking her head. Maybe tonight he will come home? Walking upstairs, she goes through her drawers. She could buy something new. Perhaps a picture or two will ensure he comes home? Walking out the house she drives to the store, her eyes glancing over the lingerie as she smiles. Her hand stopping on the PVC suit. She could wear that, her head shakes suddenly, Mack isn’t like her ex’s. He made a point of making sure she knew he wasn’t and had no interest in BDSM, not even enough to let her wear PVC.

Picking up a lingerie set, she heads home. The day passing by, cooking she puts the food on the table before getting showered and changed. Sitting at the table she takes a picture, sending it to Mack she smiles. Her eyes glancing at the clock, watching as time passes by again, her head falling forward as she feels tears slip from her eyes. She should give in, walk away, but if she does, she has nothing, no family, no one. They all left her when she married Mack, saying he wasn’t welcome in the family.

Sitting, she glances around herself, seeing the clock hitting ten o’clock, a scream escaping her mouth as she throws the plates on the floor. She should walk, her eyes glance around the house, it is beautiful, yet Mack made sure all her money went into his accounts, accounts only he has access to these days. Walking to her room, she takes out her phone again, feeling herself giving in.

“I quit Mack; I hope she was worth it.” It feels like the thing making him late so much is a woman, hitting send she lies down, finding herself drifting to sleep as she cries.

Her dreams shaking her from within as silent moans escape her lips. She can feel the rope, tightening around her wrists, her body jerking as it tries to escape. A smile creeps across her face as she sees her past, her Master. Someone who made sure she felt worthy, not how Mack makes her feel. Her moans in her dream, quickly turning to screams plaguing her mind as she realises, she can’t escape, the kidnappers dragging her from the bed as her head hits the floor.

Her eyes are snapping open as she hears the wind howling from outside, the branches scraping against the glass, like chalk on a board. She almost rolls over to go back to sleep as she realises her hands can’t move. Her eyes now taking in the sight around her, two people stood at the door seemingly talking, black masks covering their faces. She stares, her mind telling her it is the dream.

Camari begins screaming, her body thrashing as she tries to escape the nightmare, her mind trying to get her to wake up before something worse happens. They turn and face her slowly stalking towards her.

“Shhh, we won’t kill you. We need you alive” She watches as they stuff her mouth to muffle her screams. Her body still trying to fight.

“Shut the fuck up and calm down now.” The other guy moves around pushing the gun against her forehead, her body freezing in a stiff position from that moment on as she realised this was real.

“Ben, back off. Seriously. Look, we just want something from your husband that is all. Once he hands it over, we will give you right back. But if you make this hard, I can’t control Ben.” She watches as Ben hits him across the head, seemingly annoyed, her eyes glancing between them confused.

“What the fuck Axel, just tell her our names. Now she can tell her fucking husband who we are and we’re fucked” Axel looks at him and holds his hands up realising his mistake, Camari repeating the names in her mind to try to remember them.

“Soz, can we just get out of here before he returns” They both look at her and Ben nods. She watches as Axel picks her up, his scent smoothing her, yet it is comforting, something about it is incredible. Her eyes glancing around, trying to see if there is anything she can remember that will help when she gets free.

Axel is covered, she can’t see his body he is dressed in all black, just like Ben, only Axel seems more significant, maybe? Or could it be the clothing that makes it look like that? She tries working it out, her mind replaying every detail. Axel is around 6ft 2, Ben is shorter, however. Axel gets to the front door of her house while carrying her, Ben stopping him.

“She needs blindfolding” He moves to slip the bag over her head as she feels them moving again, she can’t see much. A few small holes in the fabric, she feels her body been placed in the back of something.

A car? No, a van, she can smell the petrol, oil and grease, someones work van? She moves, drawing her legs up, trying to keep warm and hide her body. Maybe going to sleep in just a chemise wasn’t the best idea.

“Shit, Ben” She hears a slight groan in response.

“Come on, man; she has fuck all on basically, at least throw me a blanket” Axel explains, and she feels something been draped over her. Her body is moving as they turn corners, her head hitting off the side and the floor as they go over bumps.

“Slow the fuck down Ben, I said she needs to look scared, but battered and bruised is a bit far” Axel’s voice is loud as her body continues to quake from within, the icy feeling spreading as she struggles to warm up. She isn’t cold, not really, it is shock, she feels herself going into shock realising this real.

The van continues swerving suddenly hitting a curb, her head slamming down as everything goes quiet and she blacks out, her dreams not an escape.

She keeps reliving the same night on replay like a broken record from the moment Mack didn’t arrive home, to the moment she passed out. Nothing seems like it is worth fighting for.