Chapter 3
THREE
LENNON
My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls, my body is aching and my head is pounding. How much did I drink at the club with Molly? I try to think back to what we drank but come up blank.
I didn’t make it to the fucking club!
Memories of my Lyft driver grabbing me and placing something over my mouth flashes through my mind.
A whimper of fear escapes me and I hate that my stupid whore of a pussy is pulsating because of how terrified I am.
I force my eyes open, instantly slamming them closed again when the bright LED light overhead burns them.
I slowly blink them open. I try to move but my hands are handcuffed above my head, my feet are chained to the bottom of the… cage!
I’m in a fucking cage!
I tamper my panic down and try to remain calm, but that all flies out the window when I look down and see my dress has been removed and I’m left in nothing but my crotchless panties, bralette and stockings. My boots are nowhere to be seen and my terror amps up to new levels.
“Help!” I scream, then instantly regret it when I begin to cough.
My mouth is drier than my mom’s snatch right now.
I try to pull against the cuffs. I know it’s useless and I can’t break them, but I also refuse to just hang here and wait for that fucker to come down here and do God only knows what to me!
When the metal bites into the soft flesh of my skin, I growl in frustration.
“I’m gonna kill you!” I scream out. Not a minute later the room is plunged into darkness.
A cold shiver slides down my spine. I get the sensation I’m being watched but not just by one person.
My skin starts to crawl and I try to fight back the arousal coursing through me.
The last thing I want is for that motherfucker to come in this cage and feel how drenched I am thinking it’s for him.
A gasp escapes me when a light flickers on, but it’s a red light, only offering me enough of a glow to see…
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me,” I breathe out at the sight of three masked men standing there.
Unlike Molly’s masked stalkers, mine don’t wear suits or sweats, nope.
These fuckers are wearing long-sleeve flannel shirts, dark-wash jeans and combat boots.
I would think they were identical except for the fact that the color of their LED masks are the same color as their shirts.
Purple.
Orange.
Red.
I try to think of a threat or something to throw them off, but then the purple one on the end steps forward and I jerk harder against my restraints at the sight of the fucking axe in his hand.
“Tick tock, little convict.” His voice is distorted and sounds robotic.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I hiss.
Red and Orange move to flank Purple on either side. One of them holds a metal baseball bat and the other holds a… knife. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“Those shackles are set on a timer,” Orange says robotically.
“In precisely three minutes, you will be free and that cage door will open,” Red adds. There is something about red that has me on edge, he’s bigger than the other two and somehow more intimidating.
I dart my tongue out to moisten my chapped lips. “What happens when I’m free?” I utter. The three of them release dark chuckles, which only serves to heighten my fear.
“Little convict, little convict, oh how I have missed you.” I recoil from his daunting words. “We’re going to play a game of hide and seek,” Purple says.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to play, asshole,” I grit out.
Orange continues on like I never spoke. “You get to hide and we get to seek the prize.”
“What the fuck is the prize?” I snarl.
“That dripping cunt. When we catch you, and make no fucking mistake, we… Will… Keep… You, you will take whatever the fuck we give you. None of this is about your pleasure, this is about us and our need for vengeance.” Any retort I had on my tongue withers away at red's promise. “Tick tock, little convict.” The lights shut off and I’m plunged into darkness.
I begin to tremble when I hear the axe dragging along the concrete floor.
The silence is deafening and holds an eerie edge.
I hate myself for being so aroused. It’s a fucking defect of mine, getting off on fear.
Time doesn’t seem to stand still like I had hoped it would.
In what feels like seconds my restraints release me and the door to the cage unlocks. Dread pools inside me.
What if I just stay in here?
I push that thought away when I remember how each of them held a weapon, that makes the decision easy for me.
It’s so dark in here I can’t even see my hand in front of my face.
I blindly feel along the bars on the side until I reach the front of the cage.
My arms are screaming with relief but pins and needles ripple through my limbs and anger courses inside me.
How dare these motherfuckers kidnap me and lock me in a cage like some fucking felon!
I wince at the thought and push all thoughts of Kincaid from my mind.
I finally reach the door and slowly push it open, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end as I step a foot out of the metal doghouse.
I wait for one of them to pounce on me, but nothing happens.
I shuffle my feet along the ground and wave my arms around in front of me, feeling for anything.
I almost weep when I feel a wall and then a door handle.
All I need to do is find an exit, then I can make a run for it.
The fact I didn’t show up at the club means Molly will have to know something happened to me and alert the police.
I gingerly pull the door open and pop my head out first. My brows furrow.
No lights are on inside the house, but the moonlight shining through the large windows affords me enough light to see.
I slink out and quietly close the door behind me.
I shiver from the cold but ignore it as I tiptoe through the small home, trying not to make a sound.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes when I make it into the tiny kitchen and spy a door.
I move around the butchers block and force myself not to run, just keeping my steady pace in case they hear my loud footfalls.
Just as I’m mere feet from the door, I reach out to grab the handle.
“Time’s up, little convict.” I scream in fright and whirl around until my lower back slams into the edge of the counter.
The guy with the purple mask stands there with that fucking axe in his hand.
I look around me and spot a knife block.
I dart to my right and grab the largest one before turning back to my captor.
His dark laughter has me trembling as I point the knife at him.
“Breaking you is going to be the most fun I’ve had in years. ”
“Bring it on, you Jason wannabe,” I spit, then turn and grab the door handle.