Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Zoey

WAKING UP, MY arms and legs are on fucking fire. My entire body is freezing and I know something isn’t right. I’m not in bed with Jameson. He’d never let me get cold. Trying to move my arm to reach for the blankets, my eyes pop open when I can’t move my arm. I look down to find myself naked and chained to a metal chair. Every piece of clothing I was wearing is missing and fear fills me. I start shaking more than I just was a second ago as my eyes dart around the room. The walls are completely white with one window that has bars across it so even if I could get out of the chains, I wouldn’t be able to escape through there. A lone light bulb hangs from the ceiling and is currently off as the bright light streams into the dirty window since there’s no curtain covering it. Looking out the window, I can tell I’m at the back of whatever building I’m being held in. If I were in the front, I’d be able to see a sidewalk, road, or parking lot. Instead, all I see is grass that’s been dead for a long time based on how brown and patchy it is.

My eyes continue to catalog the details of the room I’m in. There’s a single twin sized bed in the corner that’s only got a sheet covering the mattress. One stand sits next to the bed and there’s a knife sitting on the top of it next to a clock. I’m chained to the only chair in the room. It’s one of those metal folding chairs that only serves to make me even colder than I was waking up a minute ago. I see two doors on the same wall. I’m guessing it’s a closet and maybe a bathroom.

Seeing nothing else in the room I’m in, I start to take inventory of my body. My head is pounding and I can almost guarantee that I’ve been hit in my head. My wrists and ankles are killing me. They actually burn from whatever I was tied up with before the chains were wrapped around me to hold me in place. I take in the swell of my stomach where our babies rest and don’t see any marks on my skin there. There’s also no pain in my stomach. I’m going to take that as a good sign. It means I haven’t been hurt other than getting hit in the head and tied up so far. Nothing was done to me while I was knocked out. Yes, I can tell I wasn’t sexually assaulted because there’s no pain between my legs. I’m sure whoever has me wants me awake for that part of his plan. Or her plan. You never can tell these days if you’ve been taken by a man or woman and for what reason.

Though, as I try to remember what the hell happened to me, it all comes flooding back. I was on my way to school when I was hit head on by a truck. The airbags exploded and hit my face while the seatbelt jerked me back in my seat. Looking down again, I can see the smallest bruise already covering my skin where the seatbelt pulled tight against my chest and upper stomach. My wrists are already bruised and blood covers my skin as if I were pulling at them when they were tied together. Next, I remember the cop that’s been harassing me since shortly after I moved to Benton Falls. Honestly, I did nothing to even get on his radar. I’ve got no clue what the fuck is going on or why he’s become obsessed with me.

The more I think about the situation with the stupid fuck, the easier it is to believe he’s the one who’s been watching me when he’s not on duty. Or maybe he’s been on duty and not in his cruiser. I don’t know. All I do know is that no one else is involved in this shit. There’s only person who’s been trying to get me alone and away from everyone for as long as him. The stupid fucker even followed me to Clinton City. If there’s no other reason for my thoughts going the direction they are, it would be him following me here. Who the fuck does that shit? No sane person would, that’s for sure.

Before I can let my thoughts continue spinning out of control, the door unlocks and opens. Sure enough, the stupid twatwaffle stands in the doorway with a large smile on his face. If I thought he looked horrible in his police uniform, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now. Wheeler is only wearing a pair of jeans that are stained from the waist down to the bottom as they scrape along the floor beneath his naked feet. Every inch of skin on display is dirty and covered in a film of some kind. The man clearly hasn’t showered in months. His longer hair is still greasy and stringy while his teeth are even worse than the last time I got a close look at him. I think he’s lost a few of them honestly.

“I’m glad to see you’re awake now,” he says, his voice higher pitched than I’ve ever heard it before as he closes the door behind him and steps closer to me. “Now, the fun can really begin. I’m gonna make you mine in every way so that fuckboy leaves you alone once and for all. They’ll all leave you alone once I’m done with you.”

“You’re not gonna touch me,” I growl out, trying to let my anger override my fear.

“You don’t have any room to talk or try to negotiate, slut. As you can see, you’re chained to a chair and that will allow me to do whatever I please to my body. Your body doesn’t belong to anyone but me. You might have given your virginity to that little biker bitch, but it was supposed to be mine. Now, I’ll have to punish you for that,” he states, an evil glint entering his eyes as his smile turns sinister and he steps up even closer.

“You can’t know I was a virgin before I was with my man,” I say, trying to figure out what the hell he’s gonna do. I can’t defend myself being chained to the chair, but I might be able to fight back somehow.

“I know everything about you, slut. Just like I know you got a perfectly good girl kicked out of her home for no reason other than your jealousy over her telling you she was gonna take your man. She wasn’t lying. By the time night falls, she’ll be back in his bed where she belongs and you’ll either be screaming out my name as I fuck you raw or you’ll be getting buried in my backyard with the rest of the girls who like to fucking tease. That’s all you fucking are,” he says, bending down and unlocking the chains around my ankles. “I’m gonna move you from the chair to the bed. Don’t try to fucking get away from me or your punishment will be even worse.”

I keep my mouth shut. The quicker I can get him to release me, the sooner I can try to get away from him. It takes him a few minutes to release my ankles from the chains holding them to the chair. I don’t attempt to move them as they immediately start to tingle with the lack of blood that’s been flowing to them. The second my legs are released, Wheeler starts running his hands up my legs as if he’s caressing my skin. I want to puke on him as his rough hands touch my body without my permission.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask him, my voice hard and cold as I feel myself detaching from the situation I’m currently in.

“I’m finally touching the body that has belonged to me from the very first second I saw you on that death trap. You’ll no longer be riding that piece of shit,” he states, his voice colder than I’ve ever heard him. “Everything you do will be dictated by me and only me. When you go to the bathroom, eat, leave this room, everything you do will be because I allow you to do it. Don’t fucking test me, slut.”

“You’re my kidnapper and nothing more. I won’t ever let you fucking touch me and enjoy a single thing you do. If you try to have sex with me it will be rape. Are you ready to live with yourself knowing you’re a rapist?” I ask him, not sure if this is only going to serve to anger him even more or not.

“I’m not a fucking rapist. You fucking want me and only me. You’re just playing hard to get. Once you get a taste of my dick, you’ll know no one else will ever satisfy you the way I can. That no man will complete you the way I will,” he yells out, taking a hand from my leg and backhanding me hard as fuck.

My head whips to the side and I can taste blood from where he’s split my lip. I glare in his direction as he roughly removes the chains from my wrists. Like with my ankles, the second the chain is removed, my arms and hands begin to tingle from the lack of blood flow. To make this fucker think I’m going to obey his words, I don’t try to make a move against him as he stands in front of me. When I think he’s going to help me out of the chair, Wheeler loses his shit and starts attacking me. He rains down one hit after another as I bring my arms up in a feeble attempt to cover myself and not let him get close to hitting me in the stomach. Somehow he hasn’t realized I’m pregnant yet and I’m not going to do anything to draw his attention to my stomach if I can help it.

I fall from the chair and land on my hands and knees at his feet. This is when I can’t do anything to protect my stomach. Wheeler lands a kick directly to my stomach. I’m in so much pain I immediately drop to the floor and curl into the fetal position. The pain ricochets through me until I’m nauseous and black spots fill my vision. Tears fill my eyes as horrible thoughts of losing our babies fill my head. There’s no way in fuck I’m gonna be able to keep them alive with the kick that was just delivered to my stomach where they rest and grow.

“Jameson,” I mumble in almost a whisper as Wheeler continues to assault me.

I want Jameson here with me. To protect me and assure me everything is going to be okay. That I’m not going to lose our babies. I want to feel his arms wrapped around my body as he holds me close to him and protects me from this madman. No one will ever compare to Jameson and this fucker is going to regret ever going up against him. No matter what happens to me and our babies, Jameson won’t rest until Wheeler is killed and taken out of this world in the most horrible way possible. Wheeler will feel every ounce of pain Jameson, my dad, brothers, uncle G, and Gramps can dish out. That’s just them and not everyone else in my very large extended family. Those are the thoughts going through my head as I’m roughly moved to the bed just as my vision finally fades to nothing and the blackness consumes me once more.

I’m startled awake by the door slamming against the wall of the room I’m still being held captive in. I slowly turn my head in the direction of the door as unimaginable pain fills my body. Wheeler stands in the doorway completely naked. His small micro penis dangles between his legs as he reaches down and strokes himself while licking his lips and staring at my body. I’m in so much pain I can’t even do anything to cover myself.

Wheeler is grunting and groaning so much as he continues to stroke his cock that he doesn’t see me push past the pain filling me to grab the knife sitting on the stand next to the bed. It feels like it takes forever to get the knife in my hand and pull it to me so I can use it as a weapon when Wheeler comes for me again. He’s given me just enough time to get the knife hidden before he suddenly lets go of himself and starts moving toward me. His movements are jerky and tell me he’s been getting high on his drug of choice while I was knocked out once again.

By the time he makes it to the bed, I’m covered in sweat from the small moves I’ve already made. My body isn’t going to last much longer. I just have to keep him away from me long enough to inflict some damage to him. If I do it right, he’ll have to take care of the wounds I give him instead of trying to fuck me.

“It’s time to make you mine,” he slurs the words as he reaches out to grab my leg and pull them apart.

I make a move and swing the knife toward his hand. The blade goes through the center of his hand as he screams in pain.

“You bitch! You’re gonna fucking pay for that,” he tries to get out while his words are slurring and his movements are slow and unsteady. This is going to work to my advantage.

Swiping the knife at him again, I give him a slash across his stomach. This time the pain barely registers to him other than he pauses enough to let loose a growl that echoes off the bare walls of the room I’m in. As he goes to get on the bed, I swing again, the blade grazing his dick before digging in deeper down his leg.

“Fuck!” he screams out in pain as he moves away from the bed.

The stupid fucker doesn’t even try to get the knife from me. Instead, he looks down his body as if he has no clue where the blood is coming from or how he got the wounds now covering his skin. Without another word, he turns on his feet and slowly leaves the room. This time he doesn’t shut the door behind him as I listen to him moving through the house I’m guessing we’re in. When I try to push myself off the mattress I’m on, the pain becomes unbearable once again.

Laying back against the hard mattress, I welcome the black spots that fill my vision again. I let it pull me back down until there’s nothing left for me to think about or feel. This is the only place I can protect myself and not think about the possibility of losing my babies. I love them so much already and if I can’t protect them, I don’t know what I’ll do. Jameson will sure as fuck leave me because I didn’t protect his babies. I’ll be all alone in the world and it will be nothing less than what I deserve. So, I let myself succumb to the blackness and don’t try to fight it so I can get away from the dipshit who’s holding me hostage. Hopefully it will be a while before he comes back to see me.