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I’m definitely in a basement, and this one, from what I can see, is a makeshift prison. There are plastic tubs filled with papers and junk, and we’re clearly subterranean. No windows. It’s almost like this is a hold over somewhere. And I’m sure it’s somewhere in Delacroix.
When he comes back, he goes to hand me a water bottle and laughs, then undoes the top and holds it to my mouth, forcing me to drink, not caring if it goes down my throat or on my clothes.
“My boss is gonna have some questions,” he says, like we’re having a Sunday picnic. “Later.”
“Bring me to your boss now,” I say, “and I’ll be happy to answer them.”
“Tell you what. You fuckin’ sit tight and we’ll do things on our schedule.”
“Well,” I say squinting up at him because the naked bulb behind him begins to spin. “No time like the present.”
“Sit tight, little girl.”
“Fuck you,” I say, my voice slurring. “I’m not a girl and I’m not a tiny thing. Do you work for Jac or Hendrick?”
His face starts to shift and melt. and I can’t feel parts of my body.
I know he’s saying something, but it’s in a foreign language. I try and focus. “You drugged me again, you fuck.”
Voices talk as I float. “…Miller won’t be…”
“Hendrick is a…”
There are other words, but my body throbs and I try and cling to those words. Jac Miller. Hendrick Agnossio. Two bad men Hot. Delicious in bed.
“His dick’s pierced,” I say. “He should get it tattooed.” I start to giggle.
“What…fuck…”
“Whiskey. Japanese whiskey. Kisses like sin.” I giggle again.
“She’s high as a kite.”
“Once we get them, he’ll be able to take over, and best of all, he’ll take care of the other…”
“Dead…”
“The perfect…”
“Cock,” I whisper to myself as the darkness takes me. “Both have perfect cocks.”
When I come to again it’s dark, and I’m alone. The light’s off, and in the darkness, I can hear the creaks and groans of the building. The soft scratching of something in the far left near some of the boxes, followed by a squeak.
Mouse or rat, and I swear to fucking god, I’ll scream the cotton wool from the second drugging right out of my head if a furry critter comes near me.
Mice don’t usually bug me, but here, in the dark, hungry, thirsty with a vague pressure on my bladder like I might need to pee soon, I’m on the edge of a freak out.
It’s notI’m fearing for my life. Not yet.
If they wanted me dead, I’d be dead.
But whoever took me—the man behind the man so to speak…it could be a woman, but this kind of brute subjugation of chaining me in a basement with a fucking collar has male all over it…whoever took me has plans.
And as I try to blink away the aftereffects of that second drugging, I can’t work out the damn plans.
Putting aside my drugged-up mumblings of dicks…very particular dicks…and drug-induced giggling, I try and make sense of what I heard. They mentioned Jac and Hendrick and I don’t know why.
Then again, I don’t get why they seem to want meandthe infamous necklace? It’s not exactly the most coveted thing in the illicit world of collectors.
