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Jasmine
The first thing I notice as I start to wake up is the pain in my head and how strange my mouth feels, it’s then I realise I’ve been gagged. My eyes fly open, but everything stays black, I start to panic when I realise I’m blindfolded,fuck. I move my hands intending to pull the gag out of my mouth when I notice that my hands are tied together behind my back and when I try to move my legs they are tied also.Fuck. Shit. Bollocks. It all comes back to me then. The night out, trying to get to the car but there was a fight and a gun fired over and over again, getting separated from Terry and Layton, and the bouncer shoved me into a car.
My heart starts racing as I try to think what to do first, but so many things are running around in my head that I just can’t think straight, it’s like my brain refuses to cooperate. I need to breathe and calm the fuck down.
Sean has spent weeks preparing me for every scenario. I take a deep breath and count to ten before slowly releasing it. I do this a few more times, reminding myself that panicking isn’t going to get me anywhere. I make myself think about how helpless I felt against Hudson and how I never wanted to feel like that again. By the time I have counted to ten four more times, I am more level-headed and in control, of my mind at least.
With my head a little calmer I know the first thing I need to do is see where the hell I am. I remember when I was fifteen a friend showed me a video of a woman who was tied up the same way as I am now. Her arms were behind her back and her ankles tied together. She somehow got her arms in front of her by moving them under her legs. I’m very flexible, I wonder if I could do it? Luckily, I’m already lying on my side so start to manoeuvre my hands down my legs until I feel my ankles and feet, it’s certainly not easy and I feel like I’m going to pull a muscle but with a little bit of wiggling I manage to get my arms under my feet and bring them to the front of me. I take a second to catch my breath before lifting my hands and pulling the fabric that is over my eyes. If I can just see where I am, it might help me to work out a plan. This way I can also check there is no one else around. I’ve tried to listen out for someone else breathing, but so far, I have heard nothing.
The fabric around my head is tied tight. But I manage to wiggle it from over my eyes and the brightness coming from the window blinds me and I have to close them again and shield them from the light. Taking my time, I open my eyes a little until they adjust, and I can see again.
I look around and find myself in a bedroom. I somehow manage to wiggle my legs around and sit up on the edge of the bed. Now I’m in a little more comfortable position I start pulling at the gag tied around my mouth. If I can get my mouth free, I can use my teeth to untie the knots around my wrists.
It’s hard work but after a short while I have my gag off, and my hands untied. I quickly reach down and untie my legs before standing up and looking around the room properly.
There isn’t much in here, a chair, a bed and one decent-sized window. I rush to it and look out to see that I’m at least three floors up and it’s just a sheer drop out of the window. No trees or drainpipes, nothing I can use to climb down to safety. But even if I was to escape out of the window, where would I go? I have no idea where I am. I’d have to pray that I could get away before they realised I was gone and tracked me down. I look down at my bare feet and sigh, I’m not going to get very far without shoes either.
I walk away from the window and tip-toe to the door, hoping that there’s no one close by who will hear that I’m up and about. There is no window or peephole, and I know that if I open the door and someone sees it, I’ll be tied back up before I can say The Nutcracker. I settle for pressing my ear against the door and waiting to see if I can hear anything. I strain and hold my breath but hear nothing, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart and nerves I reach for the handle.
“I wouldn’t bother if I was you.”
I jump as the deep voice fills the room. I look around but can’t see anyone, that’s when I notice the speaker in one corner of the ceiling, next to it is a surveillance camera. Crap, why didn’t I think to check for cameras. What an idiot! Let’s see if they can hear as well as see.
“Why am I here?” I call out as I look up at the camera.
“Because your boyfriends owe me something and I wanted to make sure I got it,” the voice calls back. So, they can hear me then. At least I can communicate with someone. The voice over the speaker sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.
“You do realise they will kill you when they find me,” I call as I walk over to the chair and sit down, hoping to stay as far away from the bed as possible.
I can hear murmuring from the speaker before the sound of heavy footsteps sounds outside the door. I jump to my feet and put the chair between me and the door as I hear the lock turning in it before it opens. I quickly look for a weapon, but the chair is the only thing I can see. I look up at the person who walks into the room and feel my jaw drop.
“You’re meant to be dead!” I stare at Hudson walks into the room grinning at me. I feel bile burning up my throat but quickly swallow it. There’s something about this guy that absolutely terrifies me. The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl.
“As you can see I’m very much alive,” he announces in that cockney accent that has haunted my nightmares.
“You might be alive but you look even uglier than before.” I chuckle as I look at him and realise one of his eyes doesn’t look right. His nose is to one side and his cheek is scarred. Unlike Jason’s, Hudson’s doesn’t make him look sexy. “You need to fire your plastic surgeon, or was it Jason who gave you the new look?”
“I hear Jason has some scars from our little encounter himself. Hear I got his face real good.” I look at Hudson’s smug face and shrug.
“Unlike you, he pulls off the new scar. Makes him look even more badass than before.” I watch as his lip curls up. I’m getting to him and it makes me feel a little better about the whole thing. He steps forward and glances at the ropes on the floor by the bed.
“You’re a flexible little thing aren’t you?”
“Means I can kick higher,” I point out as I hold on to the top of the chair, ready to swing it if he comes towards me.
“Oh, I know how high those legs go. I enjoyed watching you from the shadows as you practised that day. It was quite a turn-on. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if I fucked you against one of those mirrors.”
“Fuck you,” I growl out through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I think you’ll find it will be me fucking you,” Hudson says with a grin before walking over to me. I pick the chair up and swing it at him but it’s heavy and I’m too slow. He blocks it with ease and pulls the chair out of my hands before launching it across the room so hard that it shatters against a wall.
“Nice try bitch,” he growls as he reaches up and grabs my hair. I scream as he pushes me towards the bed. I throw my arm back as Sean taught me and hit him in the face. As soon as his grip loosens on my hair I spin around and knee him between the legs. Unfortunately, he sees the move coming and I don’t get the impact I was hoping for. I pull my arm back and throw a punch, but he blocks me and hits me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. Even as I gasp for breath I try to fight against him but he manages to push me backwards hard and I land on the bed. He grabs the rope from the floor and straddles me being sure to pin my arms to my sides against my body. No matter how much I buck my hips and try to push him off me, he’s just too heavy and strong. He reaches up and wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth from where I managed to make contact. If I can make him bleed once I can do it again, so continue to fight against him.
“Darling you can keep bucking like that. All it’s achieving is you turning me on. But by all means, continue.”
I stop instantly, and a laugh slips from his disgusting mouth.
“That’s what I thought. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me tie you up?” As soon as he moves to pull an arm up I try to fight him again, but he anticipates it this time and I can’t get the upper hand. h manages to grab one wrist and ties it to the bedpost with such speed I have a feeling he likes to tie up defenceless women. I try and fight as he moves to tie my other wrist, but stop when his cock starts bulging through his trousers and I realise all I’m achieving is I’m turning him on further, which makes me sick to my stomach.
