9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
Hushed voices forced my eyes to open. The darkness still had its claws in me, but I couldn’t let it win. Maybe I had made it out. Maybe I’d been saved. Or maybe I was dead or even worse—back where I had started.
I would rather be dead.
I let out a groan of agony as the blinding light overhead intensified the pounding pain in my head. When I tried to sit up and touch the spot on my head where the pain radiated from, I realized I couldn’t move because my wrists and ankles were tied to the columns of a large canopy bed with a medium-sized black rope.
The rough ropes had already rubbed my wrists and ankles so raw, my skin stung when I tried to move. I yanked at the restraints digging into my skin and hissed at the pain. The cool air brushed against my skin and when I looked down, I realized I was completely naked.
Fuck!
My eyes wandered around the room, gazing at the red walls and rich, dark mahogany furniture I hadn’t seen before trying to gauge where I was. I definitely wasn’t back inside the cage.
“Where am I?” I pulled at the restraints as panic rose inside me. “Help! Help! Somebody, help me!”
“Good you’re awake.”
As his voice reached my ears, it was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on top of me. An overwhelming sense of fear washed over me, making it difficult for me to breathe. Just those three words pierced through my entire being, filling me with an overwhelming sense of despair. If he was here that meant I didn’t get away. Did Lila get away?
Fuck! This isn’t good.
“Let me go!” I screamed to the top of my lungs and all he did was laugh at me. My eyes shifted to the man standing beside him. “Please help me…”
I tried to plead to the same doctor who gave me the birth control shot to please do something other than stand there and ignore the situation I was in. The situation we were both in. I was tied to a goddamn bed, and they were forcing him to do shit, and he stood there like all this was fucking normal.
“You can go, Doc,” Owen Decker said, waving his hand not sparing the man a second glance.
The doctor’s eyes shifted to me, and he hesitated for just a moment. Hope surged inside me. Maybe he was going to step up and help me get out of here. Then as quickly as hope surged inside me, my heart sunk to my gut when defeat blanketed his face.
“Do something!” I shouted as he dropped his head. “You can’t just leave me here!”
As he turned towards the door to leave me with this psycho, I couldn’t let him go without him knowing exactly what I thought about him. He was weak.
“Coward! If you have a daughter or a wife, I hope they soon find out how much of a weak ass man you really are!”
He didn’t respond but hurried out of the room. When the door closed behind him, Owen Decker walked to a dresser that had a gigantic mirror on the far wall at the end of the bed. I glared at his reflection in the mirror, and the indifference on his face made me want to slap him.
How can he do this to another human being without any remorse?
“You know, I underestimated you, Ms. Honoré,” he said, as he removed his cufflinks from the sleeves of his white dress shirt and sat them in a silver dish sitting on top of the large, mirrored dresser.
He was going about his normal routine like he didn’t have me tied to a damn bed.
“I thought after witnessing what the other women go through you would fall in line. That you would not cause trouble because you would see what the consequences would be. Milo even said you had learned your lesson and let him handle you. But I guess that wasn’t the case. Who helped you escape?”
Who the fuck is Milo?
“I’m not telling you shit! Let me go!” I screamed, pulling at my restraints. “You fucking psycho!”
He shook his head, as he leisurely removed his watch, and the wedding band he wore on his left hand, then sat them both in the same silver dish as the cufflinks like I hadn’t said one word to him.
“I always get the answers I need. So, since you don’t want to tell me who helped you, I guess it’s time I teach you a lesson since you failed to learn the first time. One that I’m sure you will never forget because Ms. Honoré, I’m the one that’s in fucking charge. Not you. And I’m the one that says what goes. Not you.”
“Does your wife know you’re a fucking monster?” I asked, and he scoffed which told me all I needed to know. He didn’t care what she thought about what he was doing, or she was complicit in all this shit. “Does your daughter?”
That got his attention.
“Wait until she finds out that her daddy is a fucking rapist who likes little girls! She better make sure her friends are never around you.”
God, I hope Lila got away.
Owen Decker had been a feature on every national news outlet you could think of, parading himself and his family around as the moral authority and the leader of the party of family values. To everyone he seemed like the doting husband to his wife of fifteen years and loving father to his twelve-year-old daughter.
To the outside world they were the perfect, wholesome family you’d wished you had or were a part of. But it was all a fa?ade. It was all fake, and I was still determined to show the world the monster behind the upstanding father, husband, believer in faith, he showed everyone. They would know he was the sheep in wolves clothing, the Devil in disguise by the time I was through with him. The only reason this story would not come out was if I was fucking dead.
His shoulders stiffened when I mentioned his daughter finding out her loving father was a fucking psycho. I didn’t know if it was the smartest thing to get under the man’s skin at the moment, but I was tired of keeping quiet. I was tired of letting fear take over me. He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me anyway, so it didn’t matter if I fought back. It didn’t matter if I behaved, and I’d rather be dead than live a life like this. I wasn’t a coward, and I was tired of acting like one.
He angrily tore the tie from his dress shirt and carelessly threw it onto the mirrored dresser. As he turned to me, his face twisted with rage, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. I didn’t care about the consequences I’d faced. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted, but he was going to hear how much of a monster he was while doing it.
He took slow, deliberate steps towards me, and panic surged through my system as I tugged at the restraints. While I knew it was in vain, my natural fight, or flight instincts had kicked in.
Anger radiated off him and despite the fear, despite the urge to get far away from the man who stalked towards me like an apex predator, I wouldn’t shut up. I’d been silent long enough and still ended up in this position.
“Do you think it makes you a big man to keep women chained up! Take from them what they don’t willingly give! No, it doesn’t. It makes you a perverted monster! And I pray on everything that is holy and unholy, your daughter finds out what kind of man her daddy really is. I pray when she’s older she realizes her father is one of the most dangerous types of men on this planet and she needs to stay as far away from you as she can fucking get.”
The sting to my face was fleeting as he swiftly straddled my body, tightly gripped my throat with both hands, and squeezed. My eyes widened in terror as I struggled, pulling at the restraints as he cut off my oxygen. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t beg him to stop even though I didn’t believe he would even if I did.
As shadows take over my vision, I didn’t know what he saw, but the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared. His clenched jaw relaxed as his anger shifted to something even more terrifying, something even more dangerous—lust.
Sick bastard.
As he rubbed his erection against my naked body, he licked up the side of my face then groaned.
“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, then ran his tongue across my lips. “I wonder what this cunt tastes like.”
He removed one of his hands from around my neck, but I got no relief because he didn’t loosen his grip with the other. He moved two of his fingers through my folds, then pushed them inside me, moving them in and out.
If his hand wasn’t still around my neck squeezing the life from me, I’d scream bloody murder and try to get him off me, but I couldn’t. I could barely keep my eyes open. I was losing consciousness fast and if that happened there was no telling what the hell he’d do to me.
I had seen with my own eyes the ruthlessness and brutality of these men. Whether you were wide awake or passed out from the treatment you had to endure, or the drugs they pumped into your system, they didn’t care. They still got what they wanted whenever they wanted it.
Despite the heaviness of my eyelids, I succeeded in keeping my gaze locked on him as he brought his fingers to his lips, slid them into his mouth, and started sucking. I wasn’t sure it was a good thing or not to keep my eyes open and focused on him. He seemed to enjoy it, but I also knew I couldn’t close them around him either.
As his eyes closed, a low moan escaped his lips, causing my eyes to well up with tears and a wave of nausea to rise in my throat.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
I tried to scream when he sunk his teeth into one of my breasts. No doubt leaving a bruise on my skin. Removing his other hand from around my neck, I gasped as I tried to suck air into my lungs while tears streamed down my face. My throat hurt so bad.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking your tight cunt,” he said, raising up on his knees as he straddled my body. “And I’m going to enjoy it even more, the more you scream.”
I shook my head frantically. “No! No! No!”
He unbuttoned, then unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his hardened length. I tried to scream, but my throat felt like a thousand razor blades where slashing into my flesh. I tried to move my body to get him off of me, but he barely moved, as he tightened his legs against me.
“If you touch me, I’m going to kill you.”
He ran his hand up and down his semi hard shaft, while he laughed at me. “You think you can stop anything I want to do to you?” The sound of his laughter echoed around the room. “I hate to break it to you, Ms. Honoré. I have all the power, and you have none.”
As he settled between my legs, I did my best to scream even if no one would come to my rescue.
“First, I’m going to fuck this delicious cunt of yours, then I’m going to fuck that mouth. Maybe that’ll get you to shut up and fall in line.”
“No… please don’t do this!”
He looked at me and his eyes rolled in his head. “I love it when you all fight. It only makes my dick harder. Now, I’m going to make you bleed and listen to you beg me to stop all night long.”
He liked my pleading. He wanted me to beg him to stop. It was what got him off. There was no way I’d get out of this.
However, just when I resigned myself to the inevitable, prepared myself for the unwanted intrusion and what would come after, there was a knock at the door. He growled then climbed off the bed and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone heard my screams.
He pushed his dick back inside his slacks, then stormed to the door, and yanked it open.
“What!” he shouted then sighed. “Why are you here, Samantha?”
A woman pushed by him. I recognized her from the countless television appearances she and her husband had made.
In person she was even more beautiful. Her golden hair hung down her back. She was dressed in a form fitting knee length pink pencil skirt, white silk blouse, her white bra visible underneath, and white pumps. She looked like a politician’s wife.
Her large blue eyes landed on me, then narrowed.
“Please help me,” I pleaded to her, hoping that her being a woman she’d help me get out of here.
Decker slammed the door, then approached his wife. “What is she doing here?” she asked with her arms folded across her body when he stood beside her. She looked down at his very visible erection, then focused back on his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to bring any of your whores here, Owen. What will everyone think!”
“You know what he does!” I shouted in disbelief. “He's going to rape me! You let him do this to women?”
I saw the disgust on her face when she gazed at me. “He has certain needs that I refuse to fulfill. So, he uses whores like you and I’m fine with that as long as it doesn’t affect or lives.”
I didn’t know why I was shocked at these people’s cruelty anymore, but for a woman to allow another woman to experience so much trauma was unbelievable to me.
She focused back on her husband. I couldn’t believe this bitch was more concern about what people thought about seeing me here than what her husband was actually doing to me.
“Darling, we have guests,” she said, cupping his face with one of her hands. “You’re not supposed to bring them to the main house. So, take this trash back where she belongs before someone sees.”
“Who’s here?” he asked his brows lowered in confusion. “I don’t remember us having anything planned today.”
She deeply sighed, rolling her eyes. “Senator Riley and his wife are here. Remember we are supposed to discuss whether he’s going to be on the ticket when you announce your candidacy.”
“Shit! I forgot. Let me get things straight here, and I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Make sure you wash the stench away.” Standing on her tip toes, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, like he was the love of her life. It was fucking disgusting.
Using her thumb, she gently removed the red lipstick from his lips, leaving a faint stain. With smiles on their faces, they shared a moment with one another before she turned the doorknob and exited the room.
After he closed the door, instead of coming back to the bed, he walked back to the dresser. Thank God!
He grabbed his wedding band from the silver dish and slid it back on his finger, grabbed his watch and fastened it around his wrist, then snapped his cufflinks back into place. He grabbed his tie and wrapped it around his neck, facing me. The lustful leer on his face sent a shiver down my spine.
“Duty calls,” he said, tying his tie. “It doesn’t matter how much you scream, no one will help you. You are at my mercy.”
“Fuck you! You bastard.”
“Keep that fight.” A sinister smile crossed his face. “It’ll be even better for me when I snuff it out while that tight cunt of yours is filled with my cock.” My face scrunched in disgust causing him to chuckle. “Someone will be in to help you clean up and maybe just maybe I’ll get to see you later.”
“You’re a sick bastard,” I sneered.
He shrugged. “I am. But I’m going to love showing you how sick I can really be. You’ll come to love it. They all do.”
He turned on his heels and waltzed out the room without a care in the world. When the door clicked closed, it was the first time I could breathe since I woke up in this place.
While it seemed hopeless to believe I would get out of this unscathed, I hoped sooner rather than later help would come for me. I had faith my friends would never give up on me.
Maybe Lila got away and could sound the alarm about what was going on. If I couldn’t escape again, I’d just have to hold on until someone saved me. Or maybe I should make another run for it. And if I didn’t get away this time, he’d kill me. Death would definitely be a better option than to be at his mercy.