Chapter 31: Throughout that night: Kidnapped

CHAPTER 31

EILIDH

THROUGHOUT THAT NIGHT – KIDNAPPED

A fter being left in the boot for a while, I was unceremoniously hauled out and slung over the guy's back again, in a move that knocked the wind out of me. The bastard wasn't in the least gentle, and I was jostled about like a sack of potatoes.

Not long after, I was thrown onto a thin mattress so hard I bounced. My head banged off a metal frame, almost knocking me out.

"Ow!" I cried as I struggled to remain conscious.

While someone moved about the room, I desperately clutched the headboard and tried to sit up in a valiant attempt to escape. My limbs were stiff, and I was still groggy and weak from the aftereffects of whatever drug I'd been given, and I barely lifted my head before the man grabbed me again.

My cuffs were removed, and I was pinned back onto the mattress by a hand on my throat as a heavy body straddled me. Chains rattled, and my hands were roughly hauled above my head. A second later, my right wrist was secured in a metal cuff, and then my left, and I realised I was being chained to a bed. Fuck!

"Get the hell off me!" I cried.

The only response was a low chuckle and a tightening of the hand on my neck, making breathing hard. I desperately tried to breathe through my nose, but the air inside the hood was stale and only made me panic more.

Bucking my hips, I attempted to throw my captor off. It was useless.

Weak and nauseous from the after-effects of whatever drug he used on me, and with his weight on top and my lack of breath, all I could do was wiggle ineffectually under him. Not a brilliant idea, I realised too late. Something dug into my stomach, making me freeze. Oh fuck, no!

"Keep it up. I like it!" a voice whispered. It was Martin.

"Fuck you!" I cried.

"Be careful or you'll get your wish," the fucker stated with a chuckle, but thankfully, he moved.

As his weight lifted, I kicked out, unable to see but hoping to connect with whatever part of him I could. Thankfully, I did, and the asshole grunted in pain. I felt a second of satisfaction, but that was all, before I was punched hard in the stomach, knocking the breath from my body once more.

"Want to play rough, do you, babe? Don't worry, I like it that way myself. Plenty of time for that later!" he chuckled again.

Oh, dear god no! Please no!

I was still trying hard to catch my breath while my legs were restrained, and I found myself once again unable to see and spreadeagled on a bed.

However, while being restrained similarly by Miki was exciting and sexy; it was bloody terrifying now! Especially as the towel I had wrapped around me when I was kidnapped had come off in the boot, and I only had my swimsuit on now. Thank God it was a one-piece, at least! Though I doubted it would be much protection if he planned on doing anything.

The bag over my head was finally ripped off, and I blinked hard. It took a minute for my eyes to regain focus after so long in the dark, and I cringed at the sight before me.

"Hi Eilidh, fancy meeting you here," that fucker Martin said with a smarmy grin, but it wasn't that which made me cringe. It was his appearance.

The usually handsome ladies' man was gone. The man before me was dishevelled and unshaven, his clothes were rumpled and dirty, and his eyes were frightening. They were glazed with a hint of madness in their depths, and he looked high.

Oh, fuck!

He reached over and grabbed my hair, pulling hard.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused me with your investigation, you little bitch?" he spat out, spittle hitting me on the face with each word.

"You just had to stick your nose in where it wasn't wanted, didn't you?" he cried.

Pain burst through me, and my head jerked to the side as he slapped me hard across the face. The room spun.

"Well, you'll get yours soon enough!" he told me ominously before he stalked out of the room and closed the door. I didn't like the sound of that. Not at all!

Now that I could see, I glanced around, trying to get my bearings.

I was in an old building which looked like a warehouse. The room was quite large and there were some old filing cabinets in one corner beside an old wooden desk that looked well used. The walls were probably white at one time, but had yellowed with age, and the carpet tiles on the floor looked worn and stained.

It might have been used as an office once, but that definitely wasn't the purpose of this room now. I gulped as fear gripped me.

The bed I was chained to was an old double bed with a metal frame, and the chains restraining me look well-used, but unfortunately still solid. The mattress was thin and lumpy and had definitely seen better days.

There were several tripods with cameras attached set up in the room, all facing the bed. I didn't want to think about what this room was likely used for, but considering my colleagues were working with a gang involved in human trafficking, it was hard not to.

Now that my faculties were returning to normal, I tested my restraints again.

It was useless.

No matter how hard I tugged, they didn't loosen and, with every pull at them, I felt my strength ebbing further. I wouldn't be getting out of these chains easily, that was for sure. Or at least not by my own volition.

With nothing else to do and trying desperately to keep a hold of my growing panic, I kept tugging on them, anyway.

I knew I should conserve my energy, but every time I stopped my futile attempts at getting loose, my mind started racing, flooding me with every worst-case scenario it could come up with.

It seemed stupid for Martin to have kidnapped me. I mean, why would he bother? He could have got revenge simply by killing me.

Martin had always flirted with me, but I never truly believed he was that interested in me, and certainly not obsessed with having me enough to bother kidnapping me so he could rape me.

There seemed more to be more to this than I knew.

Perhaps he was planning to hand me over to the Thomas gang? They couldn't be happy that a cop on their payroll was now being investigated for attempted murder. Did Martin somehow think that handing me over to them would in some way compensate for that?

Of course, that scenario was no better for me. They would not bother trying to traffic a trained police officer. They wouldn't want that sort of trouble. So, whether I remained with Martin or was passed on to someone else, there seemed to be only one outcome for me.

Unless I could escape.

Tears threatened, but I refused to let them fall. I would not give in to the despair I could feel rising deep within.

Blinking hard, I sniffed loudly and pulled air in through my mouth until I was a little calmer. Then I gave myself a pep talk.

I would get out of here. So, what if I couldn't get out of my restraints by force? I was smart; I would find another way.

Martin was interested in me. Or at least his body was. That was obvious, so I would use that to my advantage.

I'll get out of this, somehow, whatever it takes! I vowed.

It was time to stop wasting energy I would need later and take back some control over the situation, however small. I stilled and concentrated on my breathing, counting slowly with each inhale and exhale, willing my body to relax and rest.

After a while, I must have dozed off because I woke as Martin entered the room, just in time to see him putting a phone away in his back pocket. I watched quietly as he walked over to the desk and put a bag on it, before removing a bottle of water and walking towards me.

"Lucky for you, the boss wants you alive and well, for now," he told me before unscrewing the bottle.

Fisting my hair, he lifted my head and poured water too quickly down my throat.

Coughing and spluttering, I wrenched my head away.

Martin pulled me back, annoyed, but let me sip the water this time, and I managed to get a few mouthfuls before he pulled the bottle out of reach. I didn't realise how parched I had been.

"Thanks," I murmured, letting my lips twitch into a slight smile.

It galled me to thank him, but I was determined to put my plan into action.

The bastard nodded approvingly and allowed me another few sips before making a show of pouring the rest of the bottle over my boobs.

"Oops!" he laughed.

"Always liked those. I bet you'd win any wet t-shirt competition," he said, chuckling and staring at them.

Keep it together, Eilidh! You need to use his attraction and get yourself out of this mess! I reminded myself, although the very thought made me want to puke.

Martin reached out and squeezed my breasts.

"You really have great tits, Eilidh," he told me, licking his lips.

"I'm going to bite them hard later. Mark them, good. You're going to love it!" He laughed as he leaned down and roughly nipped one of my nipples through my swimsuit.

"Ow!" I cried out.

"We are going to have so much fun, baby!" he whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to make you scream for me!" he said, smirking.

Dipping his head again, he nipped the other nipple. I bit back my groan of pain, and he kissed the abused bud.

"Don't hold back, baby. I want your pain. Give it to me!" he said, biting the other nipple again.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I grimaced and cried out. Tears coursed down my cheeks at the pain. Oh, god! I couldn't do this.

"By the time I'm finished with you, you'll love this as much as I do!" he said.

His smug look was all I could take, and before I could stop myself, I spit in his face.

"Fucking pervert!" I screamed.

Martin's hand flew out and slapped me hard across the face.

Fuck!

"That's it! Keep fighting me, Eilidh!" he said, panting hard.

That fucker! I spat at him again. This time it was a good one and hit him square in the eyes, earning me another slap, which made my ears ring.

Martin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and the look he gave me told me what a huge mistake I'd made. He was enjoying my reaction. He really got off on this.

Slowly, he reached out again, his smirk widening as he pulled my swimsuit down below my breasts. Straddling me again, he used both hands to tweak my nipples, twisting them cruelly until I cried out in pain.

I tugged hard on my restraints again, but there was nothing I could do but lie there and take the abuse.

"If you thought that was painful, baby, just wait. We've only got started. I have so many ways to make you scream," he sneered.

Fucking bastard! When I got out of here, he was going to pay for this.

If you get out of here! A treacherous voice in my head said, but I ignored it.

Fighting back the tears that sprang to my eyes at the pain he'd inflicted, I vowed again that I would get out; I just had to figure out how.

I wouldn't even consider the idea of not getting out of here. That meant never seeing Miki again, and that was so not happening. I'd known the guy for a short time, but I couldn't imagine not being with him. It was kind of crazy, but it was the truth.

The very thought of Miki fortified my intent, and I knew I would do whatever it took to stay alive and get back to my man.

Thankfully, before Martin could do anything else to me, his phone rang.

"Fuck!" he stated, removing it from his pocket and leaving the room.

Thank god!

I sighed in relief, glad of the respite to get my thoughts together.

My whole body ached and my nipples stung like hell, but I was alive and that was all that mattered.

My reprieve didn't last long. Martin returned a short time later, looking angry, but thankfully didn't approach me.

He paced around the room, mumbling to himself, sniffing loudly and shooting glances my way every few seconds. The man was agitated as fuck. That didn't bode well for me.

While he'd been away, I'd thought about my predicament and figured that Martin must have the key to my restraints somewhere on him. I needed to get it.

As I observed him, my eyes were continually drawn to the phone in his back pocket. That was another thing I needed. If I could get that phone, I could contact Miki, and he could rescue me.

So, I needed the phone and the key to my chains. I just didn't have any idea how I was going to get them.

My eyes closed as despair washed over me, but I took a long, shuddering breath and pushed it aside. There would be an opportunity at some point; I just needed to be ready for it.

Meanwhile, I tried to remain calm, and not draw attention to myself again.

After a while, Martin went to the desk and sat before removing a little bag of what looked like heroin, a syringe, and some other paraphernalia.

Aw hell!

I hoped that wasn't for me.

Thankfully, after preparing it, he stuck the syringe in his arm.

Quietly, I lay and watched him close his eyes and smile as he injected himself.

Why did I never realise this guy was an addict? Seriously, how the hell did I miss that?

Thinking back, I realised the signs were there, but I was not paying attention because I was too wrapped up in investigating him for corruption.

The guy was a user, but obviously he'd been a high-functioning one. The recent events must have changed that. He had seemed desperate for his fix, and that made him unpredictable. But could I use that? And how?

Martin sat in his blissful state for a few minutes before opening his eyes again.

Gulping, I saw when his focus switched to me, and his eyes slowly roamed over my body. A sense of dread built inside me. Eventually, he got up and strutted towards me, all smarmy confidence again.

Smirking, he stood above me, and I shuddered, my dread making my throat dry. He removed a knife from his pocket and made a show of flicking it open and closed, and open again.

"The boss said not to touch you, but I don't think I will listen to him. I have a few hours to spare before I need to do some business. I've always fancied you. After the trouble you've been, I don't think I should be denied fucking you!" he said, smiling at me, but unlike his usual smiles, this one was vicious.

"Seems to me that having a beautiful woman chained to my bed and not touching her would be a wasted opportunity."

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I cried, pulling frantically at my chains, but there was still no give in them, and my efforts only made me feel exhausted.

My breath hitched and my eyes widened in terror as he put the knife against my skin. I froze, holding my breath as he cut my suit off, leaving me naked and vulnerable.

Oh my god, no, this cannot be happening!

"You look hot, babe! I really should film this as a memento," he said, going over to the cameras and turning them on one at a time.

No, no, no!

Martin was going to rape me and film it. What a complete bastard!

Terror gripped me and my breathing became panicked. What the hell was I going to do?

"This is where we break in some of the new girls," he told me.

"It's always a lot of fun," he laughed at my look of shock, and I felt nauseous.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted, but he just laughed as he stripped off his T-shirt.

Seconds later, he lunged at me, sprawling on top of me, one hand holding my throat, squeezing slightly, the other roaming my body.

Then his lips were on my neck, and he was biting and nibbling me.

No, no, no! I closed my eyes and prayed for a way out of this nightmare.

"You are going to love this," he said.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Roy's voice shouted, and then Martin was pulled off me.

Oh, thank fuck!

Roy might be corrupt, but he'd been my "uncle" all these years. Surely he wouldn't let that fucker rape me?

They squared off against one another, each looking as if they wanted to kill the other.

"I'm going to fuck the bitch! Come on and join me. It's not like we haven't shared before, especially here, and it's not like them being willing ever mattered!" Martin said, laughing and turning back towards me.

They'd both raped women in here? Even Roy? I couldn't believe it. I knew he was complicit in human trafficking, but I hadn't suspected he was also a rapist.

"Leave her alone!" Roy shouted.

"The fuck I will! You just want her for yourself," Martin taunted, turning to me again.

"Did you know Roy's obsessed with you, Eilidh? He has a real thing for you."

Oh, my god! All the times he had got into my personal space over the years, and the way he would make any excuse to touch me, came to mind. Where it had seemed fatherly before, now it just seemed sick.

"Shut it!" Roy shouted and lunged at him.

He swung a punch, catching Martin on the chin.

"Oof!"

"You fucker!" Martin screamed, staggering back.

"You know it's true! You've wanted to get into her knickers for years. Ha, you even got yourself a girlfriend who looks like her and make her call you daddy! You sick fuck!" he laughed.

"Yeah, Eilidh, this sick fuck wants to be your daddy-dom so bad," he taunted.

"Enough!" Roy bellowed with rage and lunged again. This time, he grabbed Martin's arm that held the knife and disarmed him.

However, Martin didn't back off and ran right at Roy, shouldering him to the ground. They rolled, each one attempting to get control of the knife.

From my position, I couldn't see who had the upper hand until Martin grunted loudly.

"You crazy fuck! You stabbed me!" he said incredulously, holding his side.

Roy struggled to his feet and stepped back, panting hard.

Martin followed but instead of the situation calming down, as I thought it would, Martin ran at Roy again and punched him I the stomach.

Winded, Roy fell to his knees with a grunt. Martin was on him in seconds. A loud thud rent the air and Roy's head snapped back.

The pair wrestled, grunting and cursing as they fought to get the upper hand.

Martin let out a pained gurgling sound as Roy stabbed him in the neck.

But Roy didn't stop there. He continued to stab Martin repeatedly until he was nothing but a bloody mess on the floor.

I boaked and bit back the bile that made me want to puke at the sounds and sights before me.

As if in a daze, Roy stood looking down at Martin's body for a long minute, panting hard. When his breathing finally slowed down, he turned to look at me, and I cringed at the sight of him covered in blood.

Roy walked over to me, and I grimaced as one of his bloody hands cupped my face. The other was still holding the knife he'd just killed Martin with. His eyes were wild, and he looked crazy.

"Hey baby girl, daddy's here now. I'll look after you and keep you safe!" he told me, stroking my cheek.

Aw fuck!

Martin was right; he was a sick bastard. Pushing down the bile rising again in my throat as he stroked my cheek, I remained as still as possible.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I really wanted to pull away but didn't want to antagonise him, not when I was still chained to this bed and naked.

"I've got everything arranged. I have some business to attend to, and then we are leaving the country. We'll go abroad. I've got enough money for us to live in luxury and already own a large compound in Thailand. You'll love it there. We can be together at last." He smiled.

The man was nuts. A frigging psycho! I stared at him, completely speechless.

"Daddy loves you, baby, but I need to go take care of that business now, and then I'll be back for you, I promise!" he told me, kissing me on my cheek.

Shock still had hold of me when he stood up to leave, stopping to use Martin's discarded T-shirt to clean some of the blood off himself.

Shit, he couldn't go; I needed to get out of these chains, and I needed him to help me do that.

Martin's phone was on the floor and just under the bed, and I prayed Roy wouldn't notice it.

If I could at least get my feet unchained, I could get it. I needed to use the sick fuck's obsession with me and make that happen.

"Wait, please wait, Daddy," I said, feeling nauseous at my words, but playing his game was a necessity in order for me to survive.

Roy turned to me in shock before a smile spread over his face.

"Yes, baby?" he asked, approaching me again.

Taking a steadying breath, I pushed down my sense of disgust and pouted.

"I've wanted to call you that for a long time, but I didn't know you felt the same. It makes me so happy you do," I said, batting my eyelashes and trying to look as innocent as possible, a shy smile on my lips.

"I'm so pleased to hear that. We were always meant to be together," he proclaimed, smiling and leaning down to nuzzle my neck.

God, the guy had completely flipped if he believed me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he did. I tapped down on the feelings of disgust that made me want to shiver in revulsion and pressed on.

"I can't wait to go away with you. Can't you take me with you now?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"Sorry, baby girl, but daddy can't."

"Then can you at least unchain me? Please Daddy? I'm cold and sore!" I stated, adding a little whine to my voice.

His eyes tracked over my body, and then he glared at the bloody mess on the floor.

"I'm sorry he hurt you, baby girl."

Roy went to the body and rifled through Martin's pockets, then came back with the key.

Oh, my god! He was going to do it! He was going to free me!

Excitement filled me as he unchained my legs.

Being tied down so tightly had made my legs go numb, so I wiggled my toes to help them regain their feeling.

When he freed my left arm, I did the same with it, wiggling the fingers and shaking my arm until the heaviness abated.

But he didn't unchain my other hand.

Damn, damn, damn!

Instead, he placed the key on the desk, then retrieved a blanket which had been tossed in a corner beside it.

I held still as he covered me before kissing me on the forehead.

"I'll see you soon, baby," he said.

Well, at least I was almost free and able to move now, so I had to be thankful for that.

As soon as he'd gone, I avoided looking at the mess that was left of Martin as I got up and tried to stretch over to the desk, but the chain wasn't long enough, and the bed had been secured to the floor, so it wouldn't move.

Damn it to hell!

There was no way to reach the key, but I could get the phone.

It was locked, but luckily, it only required the pin to unlock it. Thankfully, I had been secretly watching Martin input it for so long now that I thought I knew what it was.

Yes! I was right. I felt like doing a jig when the home screen appeared.

After looking up the number for the Hilton, I called and asked to be put through to Miki's suite.

"Rominov," Miki answered immediately, in that sexy Russian accent that made me want to swoon and despite my current predicament, my lady parts tingled in response.

"It's me. Can you trace this phone?" I asked.