Stalker Problems - Chapter 51 - Taken
“Matt!” I screamed. “What the fuck! This isn’t funny!”
He didn’t say anything. He just picked me up in his big football player arms and tossed me into a van like I weighed nothing.
Oh God, was this revenge for the fire I’d set on our date?
It had been an accident, I swear. Why was he doing this?
He’d just acted so cool about the whole thing.
“Matt, I’m sorry. I never meant to set your dick on fire!
But you just told me your penis was fine!
” Had he lied? Was his penis burnt and mangled?
Could it even get hard anymore? He’s going to murder me for maiming his member.
Of course this was the way I was going to die. And I deserved it for penis mutilation.
“Go, go, go!” he yelled as the door slammed shut. Someone else hogtied my hands behind my back as the getaway driver hit the gas.
That was when it hit me. It wasn’t Matt kidnapping me. It was DODO. I’d just been bagged. And I was never going to be seen again.
I started hyperventilating. For the first time ever, I wished it was Matt.
And that was really saying something, because I hated seeing him.
But I wished he was here with me right now.
Kidnapping me or something. Because him kidnapping me somehow seemed better than DODO kidnapping me.
Matt wouldn’t actually hurt me. But these guys?
“Am I going to die? Please don’t kill me. I don’t know anything.”
Silence.
“Okay, I know a little bit. Or maybe a lotta bit. It depends on how you look at it. But I promise I haven’t told anyone.
Except my friend Chastity. Er…I mean Charity.
Or maybe she’s Charmander. Yup, that’s her name.
It’s definitely not Chastity. Ha, I can’t believe I forgot my best friend’s name.
” Oh no! Now they’re going to kill Chastity too!
I kept rambling like that for a good ten minutes.
Which was really bad, because I should have been paying attention to all the turns we were making.
Now if I escaped I wouldn’t even be able to find my way back home.
Does that make sense? I don’t think it does.
Why did people in movies always try to remember the turns when people kidnapped them?
Oh, duh. It was so that they could sneak away and call the police and lead them right to them.
That made a lot more sense. But it was too late.
I’d already lost track. It was over for me. I was done. Dead.
“Are you sure this isn’t Matt? Matthew Caldwell?” Oh God, why’d I just say his whole name? Now they’d go after him next. “Just kidding. That’s just some person I read about in the tabloids. Please leave him alone.” Just imagine if I set the man’s dick on fire and got him murdered. I was the worst.
Nothing I said got any reaction from my kidnappers. So I stayed silent for the next ten minutes, praying that it actually was Matt and trying to remember our route.
Left. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right.
Why are we taking so many right turns?
Right. U-turn. Left. Left. Right.
Then we stopped.
The DODO agent tossed me over his shoulder and carried me like a sack of potatoes up some stairs and onto an elevator. It went up a lot of floors. At least like 30. Or maybe 40?
The adventure ended with him putting me on a very comfortable sofa. It almost felt like leather.
“Where are we?” I demanded. “Let me go!”
He didn’t respond. But he did pull the bag off my head.
The room was dim. Very dim. But I’d just been sitting in pure darkness for like 30 minutes, so my eyes were very well adjusted.
Which was unfortunate, because what I saw was absolutely terrifying.
It looked like I was in the prop room at an old abandoned theater.
I’d never seen so many creepy mannequins. Or were they mummies?
Oh my God. They’re going to murder me and turn me into a mummy mannequin! Tanner had said that DODO was an ancient organization. It made sense that mummification was their primary means of making people disappear.
I squirmed against my restraints.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked as my hooded captor walked to the door. It didn’t seem like it was Matt. His shoulders weren’t broad enough. So that meant…this wasn’t some kind of revenge thing like I’d hoped. My heart sunk. I’m going to die here. “Please don’t make me into a mummy!”
He stopped and looked at me. “That’s up to whoever buys you.” And then he left, slamming the door behind him.
Whoever buys me?! What the hell is happening?! I rolled off the sofa and got to my feet. There had to be a sharp object around here that I could use to cut this rope off my wrists…
I froze when the door opened. Someone flicked the lights on. It was blinding after being in the darkness for so long.
“I’m sorry!” I yelled. “I promise I wasn’t trying to escape! Don’t mummify me!”
Someone laughed. The DODO agent suddenly sounded strangely feminine. Or maybe it wasn’t the DODO agent at all.
“Who are you?” I asked. “Did you buy me?” I squinted and tried to see the person through the blinding light.
The only features I could see at first were her two bubblegum-colored buns and her huge tits.
As more of her came into focus - lingerie and heels that matched her hair - it became clear that I’d been purchased by a stripper. Or maybe a madame.
Yup. That was it. I wasn’t going to be mummified. I was being sold into prostitution.
“Ash,” said my new master. “It’s me.”
Huh? Wait a second. I blinked a few times and my eyes finally adjusted to the light. “Chastity?! Oh God. No! I didn’t mean to tell them your name. It just slipped out. Did they hurt you?”
Chastity laughed. “What are you talking about? And why are you all tied up? Were you doing some kinky roleplay with the chauffeur?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Chauffeur?! Those fuckers bagged me and tossed me into an unmarked van.”
“Weird. For me a couple of handsome men pulled up in a limo and asked me to get in. Then they handed me a blindfold so that I wouldn’t see where we were going. For security reasons.”
“Are you kidding me?! I thought I was going to be raped and mummified. And meanwhile you were sipping mimosas in a limo?”
Chastity shrugged. “I guess they did their research and knew that I’d be more likely than you to get into a limo with some hunky men. Anyway, we should hurry. We only have ten minutes until the auction starts. We need to get you ready.”
“Auction? So we really are being sold into prostitution?”
“I hardly think that a sex club auction is the same as prostitution.”
“Sex club?”
Chastity blinked a few times. “Uh…yes. Did you really not put it together that we’re at Club Onyx right now? For your third wish?”
“No! How would I have put that together? I wished to get invited to Club Onyx. Not be kidnapped by a bunch of perverts.”
Chastity pointed to a giant neon CLUB ONYX sign on the wall above her. “That probably should have been your first clue.”
“Well in my defense, I didn’t see that. I was too distracted by your bubblegum hair. Is that a wig?”
“Yeah! Isn’t it awesome?”
“It actually is.” Then again, Chastity could make any hair color look amazing. And it looked like they’d given her blue colored contacts to make her eyes match.
“By the way, why are your clothes so dirty?” she asked. “You look like you walked into a bush.”
“Technically I dove into a bush. Matthew Caldwell was coming. It was the only choice.”
“Got it.” Chastity grabbed some bright pink lingerie off a mannequin and tossed it to me.
“No, wait, don’t…”
She laughed as it hit me in the face. “Sorry. Forgot your hands were still tied behind your back.”
I turned around so she could undo the rope around my wrists. Then I shook out my arms.
“Man, being tied up is the worst.”
“Well don’t get too used to being free. Based on my conversation in the limo, I’d say we have pretty good odds of getting tied up again in a few minutes.” Chastity smacked my ass with the rope.
“Hey!”
“Sorry. Just giving you a taste of what’s to come.”
“Oh God.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Tanner will buy you at the auction. And if he doesn’t…oh well. Tonight is the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.”
“But I don’t want to make him jealous.” How many times do I have to tell Chastity I don’t want to play games with Tanner? “Everything is going so well. I finally got him to… Oh my God! I haven’t told you yet.”
“He asked you out?!”
“Oh. No. But he did tell me about…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “DODO.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I confronted him about it at the menagerie.”
“So what daughters did he bang? Was it triplets? I bet it was triplets.”
“Nope. No triplets. Or daughters at all! Turns out DODO doesn’t stand for Dads of Daughters Only.”
“Then what does it stand for?” asked Chastity as she tried on a statement necklace from one of the mannequins.
“Uh…he didn’t say. But he told me it’s an ancient organization.”
“That does what exactly?”
“Makes people disappear.”
“So he told you…no new information.”
“No, he…” Shit! “That sneaky little bastard! It felt like he was telling me so much. But now that I think about it, you’re right. He told me nothing. Just that they’re dangerous and he’s working on it.”
“It’s awesome that he’s a billionaire and everything, but I’m getting really tired of him treating you like shit.”
“He doesn’t treat me like shit. He orders me dinner every night. And saves me from having my sex tape released to the world. And surprises me with the world’s coolest closet.”
“And strings you along as his not-quite-girlfriend, refusing to bang you because of some mysterious organization. Oh my God…” She snapped her fingers. “That’s it. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. He’s totally wifey-zoning you.”
“Wifey-zoning? What is that?”
“You know. Like hubby-zoning, only reversed.”
“So like…marrying someone?”
“No! Hubby-zoning. It’s when you find a great guy who is husband material.
But you still wanna keep fucking around with other people for a bit.
So you string him along - lots of quality time, gifts, and a little bit of fooling around - but don’t give it all up.
Just enough to keep them hanging around.
Meanwhile you’re getting absolutely railed by 10s every weekend.
But since you aren’t technically dating the hubby-zoned guy, it’s not cheating. ”
“I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Sure it is. I’m doing it with like…three different guys right now.” She looked so pleased with herself.
“Wait, so you’re hubby-zoning three different guys? Or banging three different guys on the side?”
She shrugged. “Actually both.”
What? “You can’t hubby-zone three people. You can only have one husband. And you definitely shouldn’t bang three people at the same time.” That sounded worse than I meant for it to…
Chastity laughed. “Do you see a ring on my finger?”
I was pretty sure Chastity was doing life wrong. But damnit, what if she was right?
“You really think that’s what Tanner’s doing to me?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve got it all figured out. His whole deal is that he invites random girls to join the Society.
He uses their first wish to help them get comfortable, and then on their second wish he has them fulfill whatever sex fetish he’s into that night.
Then he ghosts them. But since they’re now members of a sex club with tons of other hot dudes, he doesn’t have to worry about clingers. It’s really quite brilliant.”
“But he never tried to bang me.”
“Right. There are two reasons for that. First, you’re the coolest girl ever, so of course he had an amazing time with you on your first date. You guys stayed up and talked for hours, right?”
“Yeah. I fell asleep in his arms.” The memory made me smile.
“Well that’s adorable. So that might have been enough for him to consider wifey-zoning you, but your accidental meeting the next day at BIMG was the final nail in your coffin. Because now you knew him outside of the Society.”
“Damn. I thought your theory was going to be whack, but that actually makes a ton of sense. Is it weird that I can’t decide if I’m devastated or excited? Because I hate that he’s sleeping around. But I love the idea that he wants to marry me.”
“You just have to un-wifey-zone yourself.”
“How? And don’t tell me to seduce him - my ego can’t handle another failed seduction.”
“You know how.” She waggled her eyebrows at me.
I didn’t want to know…but I’m pretty sure I did. Shit, shit, shit. Triple shit! “You’re going to make me bang so many people, aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond. She just threw the pink lingerie at me again.