Hours pass and Kate hasn’t said much to me in a while. She has left the room multiple times, but the last time she seemed a little fidgety. I don’t know why, but I hope it’s because Ethan is on her tail and she’s scared. I don’t fully know what Kate is capable of, but the bitch is a little crazy at this point so even though I feel safe at the moment, I just can’t predict what she’ll do under pressure.
Without any windows available, I can’t see outside, but I know it’s night. It has to be because around 7pm my stomach growls if dinner isn’t done just yet. My stomach has been growling for a while now. I’m fucking starving. Standing up, I stretch my legs a little and walk to the door, giving it a little knock.
“Step back.” I hear Greg’s obnoxious idiotic voice through the door. Why hasn’t she gotten rid of him yet? He’s the last person I’d use in a kidnapping.
I take a few steps back and the door opens.
“What do you want?” He asks with an asshole smirk on his face.
“I’m hungry. Can you tell Kate to bring me something to eat?”
“No. I don’t take orders from whores who fuck her boss to get to the top. See how that’s working out for you?”
“Are you still stuck on that? Get over yourself, Greg. I didn’t fuck him to get to the top. I fucked him because he’s made me come more times than you ever did. Now tell her to bring me some food you gullible shit face!” It’s not a secret that I get cranky when I’m hungry, but being kidnapped is just the cherry on top.
Greg’s little smirk falls and he comes into the room, closing the door. For some reason, the look on his face reminds me of the night that he lashed out at my apartment. I’d never seen him so angry. He has that same look on his face right now that he did that night. Maybe I went too far calling him a shit face or maybe it was because I told him his sex was shit compared to Ethan’s. Either way, my mouth was moving faster than my brain was.
I back up till I’m standing in the middle of the room and when Greg takes more steps toward me, my heart begins beating wildly.
“You know what? I’m about sick of you thinking you’re so much better than me. I fucking took care of you, bitch.”
“Yeah, but you always wanted something in return. It was never out of the kindness of your heart. When I didn’t need you anymore, you showed your true colors. The truth is, I’m all you had, Greg. You needed me way more than I needed you.”
Suddenly, his hand flies out and he slaps me across my cheek. I fall to the floor, holding my cheek. Greg kneels down and points in my face.
“Shut the fuck up! Your little boyfriend isn’t here to help you.” Reaching down, he grabs me by the shirt and drags me over to the bed. He picks me up and throws me on the mattress before ripping my shirt in half.
“Stop! Get the fuck off of me!” I raise both of my feet and begin kicking me repeatedly. They hit him in the chest and face, sending him flying back onto the floor.
I don’t waste any time getting to my feet. With him still on the floor, I deliver a swift kick to the face, surely breaking his nose. He yells out, but I don’t care. I may run out the door. Making my way down a long hall, I suddenly hear, heels clicking toward this direction. Panicking, I look both ways and find a utility closet. I slip into the dark closet and seconds later, through the crack, I see Kate walk by. From what I’m hearing, she’s found Greg on the floor of the room I was in. I don’t fully hear what she’s saying, but things get quiet for a second before a loud pop causes me to jump. I almost knock over a can of paint, but I stop it from tipping over. It takes me a split second to realize that the pop was a gunshot. Did she just...
I don’t have time to complete the thought because I hear her clicking heels again.
“She can’t be far.” She says to someone that I didn’t see past the door.
I lean closer to the door to try to hear and shockingly, the door swings open. A large man is standing in front of me. Reaching out, he grabs me before I can start swinging.
“Got her, Kate.”
I look at Kate and she’s standing there with the gun in hand.
“Did you shoot Greg?”
“Yes. Why do you care? I saw what you did to him. I’d think you’d be happy.” Her dry tone irritates me.
“Please let me go, Kate.” I beg, softly as the man holds me.
“I will under one condition. If you do this one thing for me, I’ll let you go. I’ll call Ethan and tell him to come get you. From there, I’ll be out of your hair for good. I don’t have time for the law to be involved which is the route Ethan has decided to take with permission from the club. Of course, the cops and detectives are tied to the club, but that’s neither here nor there.”
“What do I have to do?” I can only imagine what she’s about to say.
“Submit to me.”
“What? I don’t know what that means.”
“All you have to do is submit to me for one hour and you’re free. Let me dominate you for one hour.”
I think about it and for a moment it sounds way too good to be true, but it’s only for one hour. One hour is better than being here longer than that.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
A smile creeps onto Kate’s face and I almost regret agreeing.
“Go get her ready.” She orders the man. “And hold onto her. She’s a little escape artist.”
The man drags me off, taking me into another room. He tells me to strip down to my bra and panties before walking out. Slowly, I do as i’m told and when my clothes are off, he comes back. He takes me to a much larger room with weird things all over. In the middle of the room, I see Kate standing there, no longer in her regular clothes. She’s wearing a black latex dress with black shiny heels. Her hair is in a high ponytail. She has on matching latex gloves and in her hand is one of those sticks people use when riding horses.
“Bring her here.”
I hesitate for a moment, but the man yanks me to her.
“One hour.” She repeats to me as I stumble towards her.
I nod, feeling more afraid than I was earlier. What the hell is she about to do to me?
“You may leave.” She says without taking her eyes away from me.
The guy leaves up and when it’s just the two of us, I almost want to attack her, but I don’t want to ruin my chances of getting out of here.
“It’s going to be okay, little one. I promise I’m not going to hurt you....much.” She smirks and I feel vomit rise in my throat.
Kate walks away from me for a moment and towards a small table sitting off to the side. I don’t know what she’s doing, but when she turns around, I see some rope in her hand.
“Hold your hands out in front of you, please.”
I do what she says and I watch as she tied the rope around my wrists in a weird way. She seems so skilled at it, that I know she’s done with before. When she’s done, she looks at the rope with complete satisfaction.
“Raise your arms.”
Slowly, I raise them over my head, and she reaches up, hooking the rope on something. I look up and see a hook with a chain attached. What the fuck is going on?
“Kate, what is this? What are you doing?”
“One hour, Thea. One hour and you’re free.”
I nod softly and she leans in, kissing my head. Walking out of sight, Kate hums as she makes her way to whatever she’s about to do. I’m about to ask when the chains pull and I’m being lifted off the floor. I yell out as pain rips through my wrists and shoulders. The chain doesn’t go far. It stops about two seconds later and I realize I’m balancing on my tiptoes. It’s so uncomfortable, but I know complaining isn’t going to help. Kate is clearly doing this on purpose.
“Ah, just where I want you. Remember Thea, it’s just one hour. It’s going to seem longer, but that’s just your mind playing tricks. You have to concentrate and listen to my voice. The hour will fly by in no time.”
For some reason, I feel my eyes tear up. I’m genuinely afraid right now. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I know it’s going to be bad.
“Are you ready?” Kate asks.
One tear rolls down my cheek and I nod.
“Good girl. Now, this might hurt a little.”
Suddenly, something lashes across my back causing excruciating pain. I yell out, more tears welling in my eyes.
Now I know why she only required an hour. This hour is going to be the most painful hour of my life.