On Top
This greasy prick...I smiled quietly to myself as I sat next to the man I’d been quietly and carefully digging dirt on for the last month. It hadn’t been easy. I’d had to pretend interest in the low-life and I’d even had to kiss him once or twice. I’d managed to stave off any more intimate contact than that, lying that I was a virgin and wanted to be married first. The fact was, he made me sick, and my skin crawled at the sight of him.
My name is Sarah. I’m an investigative reporter. This was my first real story. Maybe I was desperate, I’m not really sure how to characterize the level of ambition that burned in my heart, to be recognized for my excellent work. All I know for sure, is that this man who sat next to me, was my golden ticket. He was a human trafficker. Literally one of the lowest forms of life on this planet. If he were on fire and I had a glass of water, I would drink it, and happily smile while I watched him burn.
I’d been investigating him for months, with no luck. He had a tight-knit operation, and there weren’t that many cracks. I’d finally gotten lucky one night and managed to score an invite to a party that I knew he would attend. I’d laid on the sexy, and bam, I was in.
Since that night, I’d been the sick bastard’s girlfriend. God, the thought alone made me gag...but it had been instrumental in getting me the info I needed. I couldn’t help but feel smug as I sat next to him at the dinner table, chatting with his guests. He had no idea that by this time tomorrow, he would be in jail for the rest of his pathetic, miserable little life. I hoped his asshole grew a few sizes. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
I smiled to myself again, thinking about the proof of his nefarious activities that I’d managed to snitch from his office before this very dinner party he was throwing. The order of operations would be that I would use it to write my ground-breaking insider story, give the info to the cops, and enjoy the fruits of my labor. This would put me on the map. I would be a name in journalism, after tonight. I couldn’t wait.
So I played nice for the rest of the party, smiling at the bastard and allowing him to touch me, even though my insides screamed at me not to. I was almost to the finish line. The dinner was good, at least. I stood with him and waived his guests out of the door, knowing that the next thing to happen would be for this asshole to try and get me into bed. Again I say, yuck.
"My darling, did you enjoy your time tonight?” I heard him say, standing behind me, his disgusting breath on my neck.
I managed to keep my voice from showing the disgust I felt. “Of course I did...you know how wonderful the parties you throw always are” I simpered. I gasped slightly when I felt the press of cold steel to the back of my neck. I froze in place, knowing full well that the bastard had a gun on me. “W-what are you doing, baby?” I tried, shaking and scared to death. What the fuck was happening?
Before I could ask, I felt his hand grip me around the arm like a vice. It hurt. I yelped. He smiled as he turned me to him, his deep, soulless eyes glittering, as he enjoyed the fear that I’m sure was painted all over my face.
“Well, it was fun pretending that you were my girlfriend...I just wish you’d been able to keep your nose out of my business” he stated, grabbing me and kissing me so harshly that all I could do was struggle and groan my disgust into his mouth. He released me and I spit on the floor at his feet, glaring at him, sort of relieved that I could finally show my disdain for him, even if I was about to die.
My eyes darted around the room desperately, looking for an exit. I’m nothing, if not resourceful. I was in really deep shit here. This bastard was probably going to rape me a few times before he killed me, and that was if he didn’t just sell me into his sex trafficking business. Either way, if I didn’t get out now, I was doomed.
He back-handed me, sending me reeling to the floor, tasting blood. “That’s for snooping” he said, drawing back and kicking me in the guts, making me dry heave and whimper miserably. I’d never had pain like this. I honestly thought I might have internal bleeding. I didn’t dare look up at him.
Turns out, I didn’t have a choice, either. He yanked me back up by my hair, causing me to cry out in pain as he started dragging me up the stairs. “Now i’m going to show you what happens to nosy little whores like yourself” the guy threatened, dragging me upwards by my hair. I tried to fight, but he yanked savagely on my locks, tearing them out and causing me to cry out in pain.
I registered movement out of the corner of my eye as we were nearly to the top of the long stairway, and then a weird noise. He jerked and his grip loosened enough for me to tug myself free. He just...stopped. I pressed myself into the wall wearily as he turned to look at me, the look of shock almost as unnerving as the bloody stain blossoming from the bullet hole in his chest. He reached out for me and I cringed away, allowing him to tumble and roll down the stairs past me.
I didn’t have time to process what had happened before a man stepped out from around the corner and trained his laser sight on my heart. I stood as still as possible, trying to regulate my breathing, trying not to collapse from the strength of my trembling. I was scared shitless. This guy had just killed the bastard...which was totally fine with me, but I worried that he was planning to follow up by taking my life as well.
My eyes wandered over his face and form, and I had to admit that he was a decent looking guy, tall and muscular under the dark suit he wore, with a sharp jawline. He would have been my type completely, if it hadn’t been for the whole about to murder me thing...his lips twitched up in what I could only imagine was the ghost of a smile and his calm, deep eyes looked into mine. “Come with me” he said, lowering the gun, his voice quiet but authoritative, as he turned and began walking down the stairs.
“Like hell!” I shot back, feeling more rebellious now that the gun was no longer pointed at me. I retreated up the stairs to the top, looking down on him as he stopped and seemed to sigh heavily. He turned and looked up at me like I was an enormous pain in his ass.
“Wasn’t a question” he said, reaching out like lightening and capturing my wrist in his grip. It didn’t hurt, but I could tell after a couple of tugs that there was no way in hell I could even hope to break his grip. He had me. Fuck my life...
As we descended the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice the dispassionate way that he stepped over the corpse of the man he’d just killed. He stopped at the bottom and spoke into his watch, reminding me of one of those James Bond movies. “Target eliminated. I have some unexpected baggage. Reporting back to base when the others get down here” the guy said, not releasing me and smirking over at me when he felt me try to get loose, hoping that he was distracted enough to get sloppy. Something told me that this guy was never sloppy...
My eyes were drawn to the doors to the dinning room, as they were thrown open and two more attractive, if threatening looking men, entered the room, striding up to my captor and nodding their greetings. They were both in all black, just like my captor. The shorter one looked like he smiled alot, and the taller one had very kind eyes...I hoped that they weren’t going to kill me...or worse. “Top, what the hell, man?” the shorter one said, looking me over like I was tasty, but inconvenient.
“We were supposed to eliminate all of the witnesses, too, right?” the taller one said, looking me over and then raising a questioning brow at Top. “I mean, we didn’t find anyone else...but she...” he trailed off, looking a little sad. I got the impression that he was a little too soft for his line of work.
Top shook his head and brought me up beside him. “When I found the target, he was abusing the woman...If our intel is right-” he was interrupted by a petulant sigh into the speaker on his watch.
“And it was. Look, I’m not sure why the target was beating the hell out of the girl, but she is definitely an investigator of some sort” the voice said.
We all turned as yet another guy rappelled down from the ceiling, a cocky grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he landed on his feet and released himself from his harness. “The gang’s all here!” he exclaimed, fist bumping everyone but Top, who I could tell wasn’t the fist bump type. The new guy’s eyes shifted to me and he bit on his lip a little, advancing on me in a way that was predatory, and made me shrink away a little bit.
He ran a gentle finger along my jaw and forced me to look up at him. “Hi” he said, grinning at me in a way that I couldn’t help but find sexy. “I’m GD...you can call me Jiyong” he said, seeming to bestow an honor on me, or something. I looked down at the floor, unsure how to even handle the fact that I was being hit on by a killer...at least, I assumed that’s what he was. Top certainly was...shit.
“Always so dramatic” Top said conversationally, gesturing to the way that he had rappelled in.
“Yolo” Jiyong said, winking at me and smiling around the group, eliciting chuckles from everyone but Top. Jiyong rolled his eyes and sighed, throwing his arm over the shoulders of the shorter guy who had come in through the dining room. “What do you think, Taeyang? She looks good enough to eat...if we’re going to keep her, maybe we should play with her?” he said, grinning over at me. I shivered.
Under normal circumstances, I might flirt back...but I was a captive. They could rape me. They could beat me and rape me and then kill me...I was still in deep shit...fuck.
I was pulled out of my reverie by Top gently pushing me behind him. “No” he said simply.
“I don’t think we should take advantage of the girl, either” the other guy said, the one with kind eyes. “It feels...wrong” he said.
Jiyong held up his hands in front of him, ever dramatic. I probably would have found his antics amusing in other circumstances. “Hey, I wasn’t saying that we should, like, do anything violent...but if out pretty guest were to find my advances acceptable...” he trailed off, giving me a heated look from where I peaked out from behind Top’s big body.
“She won’t. She doesn’t. Drop it” Top said with finality, shutting the entire conversation down.
“So what do we do now? We aren’t exactly equipped for cargo...” Taeyang said, looking at me in a mildly worried way.
Top looked to the kind-eyed guy. “Seungri, get us a car, yeah?” he said, phrasing it like a question, but clearly meaning it to be an order.
Seungri nodded and grinned, even including me in the gesture, his eyes resting on my face and somehow making me feel a little safer. “I’m on it” he said, jogging out the front door.
“Um...wh-what are you going to do to me?” I finally mustered the courage to ask. Top seemed to be protecting me from the others, so I felt that I could reasonably assume that they weren’t just going to kill me...not yet anyway.
“Nothing” he said simply. A man of few words, this one...I couldn’t suppress my eye roll, earning snickers from the other two men while Top just gazed down at me. “Is there something that you would like me to do with you?” he asked, a hint of a smirk on his handsome face. I swallowed hard and just stared up into his eyes. It was all I was able to do under a gaze like his. He chuckled softly. “Thought so” he said, breaking our eye contact and releasing my hand.
I thought about running, but it seemed kind of pointless. I had no doubt that I would be caught and hog-tied before I got very far. These guys were trained killers. At least, that was the impression I got. “So...so are you all assassins or something?” I asked. “I have to say, bravo for ridding the world of that particular piece of shit...but I’ve really got places to be” I said, gently trying to persuade them to release me.
All three of them just looked at me. I felt like I was under a microscope. It was extremely unnerving. “You’ve seen our faces, baby girl” Jiyong said, gliding over to me, but going sour when Top stepped in between us.
“No” he said simply.
Jiyong rolled his eyes and winked at me. “I think he wants you all to his self, baby” he teased, seeming to enjoy teasing me and prodding Top.
Before Top could respond, Seungri burst back into the room through the front doors, all smiles. “I got it. Lets move” he said, looking like a happy puppy who’d just found a bone. It was kind of adorable. At least, it would have been adorable, if I wasn’t being held against my will.
Top took my hand this time, holding it with normal pressure, and lead me out the door. What was going to happen to me now?
