Chapter 28 | Her
The moment clock strikes fifteen past eleven, I rise up to fulfil my end of the deal. My steps are heavier today; and why wouldn’t it be? I’m after all, walking the path to my own funeral.
Are you really going to wear that? Have you forgotten about the cameras? He’ll know. And then he’ll kill you first, before killing whoever’s behind this.
Do the right thing. Call him.
My mind is a mess of thoughts, and I have nothing – absolutely nothing to make it stop. No way to save Jess, or save me, or save my relationship, or all at the same time. What am I supposed to do?
I haven’t touched food tonight. Nor water. And I am thirsty as hell, but my hands are shaking too much for the bottle to be held steady. My blank stare at the wall is enough for Nakul to know I’ve been up to something. He must be watching me. What the hell made you think you could hide something like this?
My mind is buzzing with thoughts and ideas before dismissing them as stupid or suspicious looking. Blankly I pick up the phone and message him.
Me: Hey! Want to play a game?
Nakul: A game? Interesting...
Me: Hide and seek?
Nakul: (evil grin emoji)
Me: This time, I’ll hide. But there’s a catch. You cannot watch me through the cameras.
That seems like a fair trade, considering I am supposed to be online only twice every week and tomorrow is off. One less maniac to be scared of.
Nakul: What? Why would you say that? You know it’s dangerous for you right now.
Me: It’ll be double the fun. I promise!
My hands are literally shaking with fear. I have to shut out at least one of my current objects of horror.
Nakul: No.
Me: You don’t want to have fun?
Nakul: I want to have you!
Me: You can have me, if you win! Fair enough?
Nakul: What’s in it for you?
Me: I want to see if you’d still be able to chase me if you did not have access to the cameras. No keys to any of the doors. Nothing.
Nakul: I’m still not sure why you’d want to do something like that.
Me: I want to feel like regular normal couples, Nakul. No access to anything that would give you an upper hand.
A few minutes pass by in the roaring silence of the dark room. A sweat trickling down my spine, when the text arrives with a ting.
Nakul: I’ve disabled all the cameras and locks on the tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and top floor.
So, my crazy boyfriend is getting shut out tonight. And saving Jess is the only one worth it.
Me: Yesss... and if you don’t find me within fifteen minutes, I win. Then, I’ll meet you tomorrow. Deal?
Nakul: Deal. But you’re not allowed to leave the premises.
Me: Okay. Done.
Nakul: And Disha, I’m trusting you on this. Don’t get yourself in trouble.
He isn’t supposed to say the t word right now. Because that’s the one thing I am about to kill tonight. I control the need to sob before typing.
Me: Don’t worry, I won’t. Now buckle up, Mister... Game on. ??
The moment he replies with a thumbs up, I speed off with my setup and clothing to the other end of the penthouse. I had noticed the spare room at the other end of his penthouse’s front door. When asked about it, he had mentioned it to be some kind of guest room.
He’ll never suspect me to be there.
I rush inside and use the manual lock, revoking the deal myself. But that was the intention right from the beginning. It’s difficult to even imagine that I’d be doing something as ridiculous as this right under his nose, but it’s the only way I could go undiscovered at the moment.
Too many thoughts, too little time to think.
Without wasting any more time, I hastily set up the laptop on a tabletop. I have no idea where the light switches are; good thing it already has a dim setting on. Plus, I’ll be using a earpiece, so no danger of being loud enough to be caught.
Switching off my personal sim card, I fit in the new one I found under the landline as instructed; whatever purpose this serves. Downloading and entering the logging credentials on the dark net website takes another few minutes.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I find a strange woman staring back at me. Teary eyed – bashfully dressed in a lace number – sweat around her hairline; ready and willing to break the trust of the one man who can protect her.
That piece was a gift; it was supposed to be used for our personal play, rather than to entertain strangers. Or dirty talk with strange men.
I never thought about killing someone, until now. I wish Aniket could be brought back to life so I could kill the bastard with my own hands. Because of his stupid jealousy, I’ll lose everything tonight.
I pull out a mask from my bag and put it on before positioning myself in front of the screen and clicking in the login button. I keep the mail entailing what to do and how to do next handy on my mobile phone in case I get stuck. I mean can I afford to get this done wrong?
The interface is average in terms of complications, and is all a deep shade of red and black.
Bingeme.com – Cam Girls for Sale, it says on the welcome page. A private website for the elite.
The elite bastards, that must be what they meant.
The description says that it is a place where they can have cam sex or if they like they could get their choice delivered to wherever they want.
The worst thing about this website is that it has loads of BDSM stuff going on in videos playing. Dungeon videos, bondage and torture equipment of every kind. Meaning these men must be into that kind of kink.
The fuck have I gotten myself into...
But I’m not going to stay in this shit for long. My idea is neat – make them believe I’m trapped, extract information from the boss, and inform Nakul the others to help infiltrate this and get Jessica out.
Buckling up, I take a deep breath before hitting the button on the top right that says – Go Online. The red dot beside turning green the moment I do it.
This is for you Jess...
As soon as I click it, a new tab pops up showing a list of logged in users. Turds!
A common chat window in front of me with nothing but betting prices. Like some kind of twisted version of Poker. The users calling and raising the betting value of the women listed in a sequence; their videos playing beside their names. Naked videos. Fuck!
Their profile disappearing as soon as the timer gets over, along with the name of the highest bidder, following a system generated message. Congratulating like he’s won some lottery. Sick!
But the moment I scroll down, my eyes find the obvious – not-so-obvious. My video – the one that must’ve been filmed when they kidnapped me, is playing along with the others.
The way my heart is thudding rapidly in my chest, it feels like it’s going to burst out of my rib cage, as I wait for something to happen... Nothing. Something is wrong – meaning something is just right. No one is betting on me. Like my chat is suspended.
It’s already past midnight... I decide to wait some more; my breathing trying to normalize as more than ten minutes pass by without anything happening. I couldn’t have felt better with people not willing to talk to me.
I mean it’s not my fault if I don’t get approached by anyone tonight.
I lace my fingers in a prayer; tears of joy find its way down my cheeks and throat before descending to my exposed chest easing the burn inside by a little.
Just as I was trying to feel relaxed by the silence on my chat room, a message pops-up. Then another. Then another. The bid is on. Shit!
A sudden sick feeling fills my chest, slowly creeping up the food pipe. I need to puke!
I run to the washroom to finish my business and come back coughing, shaking and teary; only to see a user winning the bid by a huge amount. Black Knight – I read aloud. The highest damned bidder!
As soon as the bid closes, a new screen pops open freezing all the other functions in the background. It’s a video call request from the same guy who won the bid – Black Knight.
What did I think? Now, I’m screwed!
The rhythm of my heart is once again disrupted, as a fresh burn in my chest agonizes my insides while I debate inside my head over clicking the damned button. I hope this man does not sense the existential angst I am feeling right now.
But then the message box disappears, only to reappear. I keep ignoring it contemplating the outcomes of this. Can he report me? But then the entire game topples if he does.
I’ll have to take this call. I’ll have to do it for Jess.
I take in a deep breath as I click on the Join Room button, closing my eyes shut like that’s going to make him disappear. Like that’s going to make me disappear.
My ears are expecting an ugly voice to cut through the speakers, but the silence is even more alarming. My furrowed brows slowly ease, but not for long, as I sense something wrong with the call. What just happened? Why is it so silent?
But when my eyes open next, I find the call still connected. A masked man sitting in a dark room, hardly visible even with the black shirt he’s wearing, sitting absolutely still staring at the screen like he’s the one getting victimized in this, not me.
I stare back wide eyed, heart almost still. I can feel every single muscle in my body absolutely still as the man moves forward ever so slowly, like I’m watching a horror movie come to life. Like a jump scare is obvious at the end of this staring contest.
Although I had an idea about the jump scare, yet when he finally breaks the silence my body jolts from the sudden change of inertia. Fuck! I manage to mutter, thankfully under my breath.
We’re not supposed to curse in front of guests, that’s what the instruction clearly stated.
Tomorrow, maybe I’ll get Jess back and then fuck this entire thing. Let Nakul handle things from there on.
“Rose?” he says, “What a pretty name.” His voice is distorted, but I expected that. These are high profile assholes; they wouldn’t want their voice or their face on such a website.
“Thank you.” That’s all I am giving him. Fuck the instruction manual. My only master is my shortcake, my Nakul.
“Are you not supposed to talk to me respectfully?” His tone is polite but that certainly does not fade the fact that he is still planning to abuse me.
“Thank You, respectfully.” I am not backing off. That’s all that you’ll be getting bastard.
“Call me Master...” He comes to directly to the point.
“I can’t...” Still not letting my anxiety win. This is a private call by what I know, this man hopefully won’t go around describing how he could not make me call him Daddy.
“Why not?”
I don’t answer. I can’t answer. I already have submitted to one. And I’m not cheating on him, even if I am literally degrading myself right now.
“Maybe...” he pauses, reading my expression before continuing, “Maybe...you’re fond of the hard way. Punishment it is then.”
“What?” I respond, astonished.
“Shut up! Don’t speak unless you’re told to...” His deep calm voice has a touch of insult in it, “Did I say you were allowed to question me?”
Although he did not raise his voice but the way it hits me, is like a tight slap burning its way across my face.
“Slap yourself!” He raises his voices just enough for me to realize it isn’t a conversation we are having. He is the one giving the orders and I need to follow it.
And fuck! Am I utterly astounded by the sound of his blunt demand.
“Do it... Or –”
“Or what?” My bravery is something I need to acknowledge. In fact, I guess I should reward myself for possessing a talent to be brave at exactly the wrong hour.
“Or what?” His tone flat. Almost mocking. “Or I’ll drag you here and then you’ll do exactly as I say. Now, quit testing me, and slap yourself... Hard.”
I do as he says and slap my cheek as hard as I can. The sting from the sudden strike burns hot across my right cheek.
“Now, the other one... And harder.” He demands.
I repeat the same blow to my left cheek. Harder, just as he said.
“Good girl. Now kneel in a collaring position.”
“Sorry?” What the fuck is wrong with this man...
“Kneel with your legs spread apart and hands behind your head.”
His eyes narrow as he pushes himself up from the relaxed pose he has been sitting throughout the entire conversation, looking closely into the screen. And it’s humiliating to say the least.
“Your neck looks like it needs a collar sweetheart. That’ll keep your bratty mouth shut when it needs to be shut. I’ll arrange it tomorrow.”
“What? I won’t be online tomorrow.”
“Guess your manager didn’t inform you. You’ll be here with me the entire week. Every night. I’ve paid them quite handsomely for that.”
Dumbfounded by his response I lower my head, my eyes looking for answers in the air. I am unable to process how the asshole has gotten me stuck in this pit. I’m not playing whore for this him.
I cannot hide all this shit from Nakul anymore. I’ll need to tell him.
And like he won’t judge you or worse... kill you for doing something so damning bizarre.
You’ve already taken the first step wrong; all you can do now is manage to get out from this shit by yourself. Buy Jessica’s freedom in exchange for yours.
His painfully low voice breaks my internal monologue, “Now, I want you see how you please yourself...”
My mouth parts to retaliate, before my mind interferes. You agreed to this. Now, you either do as he says unless Jess is free. Or lose everything and get her killed.
I look away to hide the restlessness, lowering my hands inside my undies reaching for the nervously pulsating organ.
The thoughts of a face painted man flashes inside my head. My fingers working in circles around the organ erecting at the thoughts of the nightmares my sick mind had gotten used to silently enjoy. A whimper rises up my throat when I bribe it down biting my lower lip.
“You have no idea what you look like, suppressing that moan... Rose.”
The name Rose makes my eyes jerk open as a sudden realization of my situations hits hard at me like a bucket of ice-cold water.
“Insert three of your digits in that salivating heaven between your legs, sweetheart...” His voice is husky and the savage bulge in his black jeans is unmissable. Suddenly I feel better for having to look at this man only from the safety of a computer screen.
“What? No... I can’t... That’s cruel,” I retort.
“That’s the whole point of a punishment, Rose. And since you can’t follow a simple instruction, I’ll have to add something else to the mix. How about three digits inside the pussy and three inside your throat.”
“No... no I can’t.” My eyes widen in astonishment.
“Okay so let me add...” I cut in before he gets a chance to increase the intensity of my punishment.
“No wait! I’ll do it.” I calm him down, “I’ll do it.”
I spread my legs apart a little more to facilitate the penetration. The thought that I have no experience in fingering myself makes me feel shittier than I normally would. If I had any, this wouldn’t have been so bad.
Pushing between the narrow slit I try to insert one finger at a time while doing the same wedging motion with my open mouth, quickly leaking the juices past my lips.
“All three. Do it fast! Thrust harder.” His command sends a shiver into my insides. Maybe it’s because the occupant inside my head as I do it, is in fact my lover.
“Yes, sweetheart fuck your pussy harder. Imagine me filling your dripping cunt completely until it chokes on my cock.”
A visual of my Master inserting his long fingers inside my pussy plays inside my head. Dirty yet sweet memory.
I love him! I love him!
Self-admission at the worst hour. The fuck!
Climbing the stairs of excitement with my eyes tight shut, I soon feel like my soul is lifting up and drifting out of my body, to meet the man making me feel like heaven on earth, even without touching me. Even without being present.
My lips curl into a dirty smile, stinking of the endorphins my body is secreting in his name. My devil in disguise.
Yes, my love – is not a God. He rules the underworld. And my entire existence craves his version of hell.
I whimper choking my throat with my thrusts just as I slide harder every time I push past my folds. The noise of my muffled moans and the rhythmic thrusts my hands are doing inside me conjoin in a shameless harmony. A music only he has the power to elicit in me. Slowly intensifying the need for releasing my love juices over his face, while my breath is shortening by every passing second.
The noise of his shaft harshly being jerked matching to my tempo is maddening the carnal desire to be fucked right away. I have no clue as to whatever might be happening inside my mind but I can’t stop myself from groaning out his name, not caring if its loud enough. “Nakul...yes – yes – yes.”
A deep cry of pleasure slips past my choking mouth as orgasmic goodness flows out of my pussy, painting my inner thighs in the hot juices. My breath starts stabilizing when I open my eyes to the horrific scene in front of my eyes.
What did I just do? Shit! This must’ve given the impression of obedience to this demon on the other side of my laptop screen.
“Lick off your juices, sweetheart. Smear it all over your lips.” His voice is thick with longing as he orders me, “Come on Rose. Do it!”
Disobeying when he clearly looks vulnerable may royally piss him off. So, I take the easy road and lick the juices off my fingers, making sure to smear some over my lips. Painting my mouth in a beautiful shade of ruby red lipstick and the sweet fragrance of my orgasm.
I lift my now droopy lids to the panting grunts of a demonic creature as he jerks his cum directly towards the screen, definitely picturing me bathing in his climax. The high from my orgasm fades as soon as I hear his voice again, back to normal like he wasn’t breathless two minutes ago.
“You’ll sit here as long as I tell you to. And don’t you dare get up or try to argue.”
He stares at me, while he wipes himself clean. And then pours some whiskey, sipping it neat. I try and keep my body as still as possible for as long as I can.
Just as I start rearranging myself, he pours himself another before turning to me, “Did I tell you to move?”
I lower my head in submission and still myself completely. Every time I try to look at him, I find him staring at me. Or is it a glare? I try to avert my eyes as soon as I spot a trace of anger in him.
After about another hour or so and about five more rounds of alcohol, he finally speaks. “You can go now. I’ll be back tomorrow at exactly the same time as tonight. Wait for me.”
And the video call disconnects, along with all the other open tabs.
But then the image in the background of some random picture of me from years ago makes a rush of horror fill my veins as realization fills my mind.
This computer was hacked by Nakul. What if he finds out?
More than all the threats in the world, the man of my dreams is also the man of my nightmares.
If he finds out, I’m doomed. No one can save me from the savior himself.