4 .
Amy had never met someone as beautiful, and as cold hearted, as Marianne LeDeaux.
Even now, the stunning, buxom blond woman was leaning against the old van they had bought for the fake kidnapping, still clad in her pink thong bikini and casually filing her nails while discussing getting rid of the police woman who knew too much.
“Marianne, just think of what you’re suggesting.” Amy huffed, knowing that her attempt to appeal to the french woman’s inner conscious was futile. Marianne only cared for one thing, which was herself.
“I have, and this is the only way.” Marianne shrugged.
Amy sighed, regretting for the thousandth time that Marianne had roped her up into this kidnapping scheme.
The french actress had assured her and Mindy that their hands would be clean, that they would have no role in it, they just had to pretend to be kidnappers for a brief moment.
At first the plan was for the police lady to just see Marianne being abducted by the “kidnappers” but then it evolved into taking Felicia as well to add authenticity to the story.
The camera woman wished more than anything to be back in L.A doing a modeling shoot or a documentary, anything but being an accessory to kidnapping, fraud, and now possible murder. She had originally refused, telling Marianne that she wanted no part of any of it, but Marianne could be persistent.
“Oh what Amy, don’t want to get your hands dirty?” Marianne mocked her now, putting her nail file back in her purse.
Amy crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at Marianne.
“Killing a cop is a lot.” She pursed her lips.
“I’m not saying that you have to chop her up into little pieces or anything like that, just wait until night, take her to a cliff overlooking the ocean, and throw her off, it’s that easy.” Marianne made it sound so simple, like going to the grocery store.
“Oh it’s that easy huh?” Amy countered.
“Oh wait, you may need Mindy too, you have to record Felicia being thrown off the cliff.” Marianne added.
“What?” Amy blurted.
Mindy was currently standing watch over the bound and gagged Felicia in the other room.
After she got free the first time, they had decided it was best not to leave the thong clad police woman alone.
Judging from the way Mindy had been looking at Felicia earlier, Amy was sure the curvy make-up girl was relishing the job.
“Well we have to prove that the kidnappers are serious,” Marianne walked forward and pressed her phone into Amy hands. “So they have to film the death of Felicia Fetters and send it to Mona so she realizes this has real stakes.”
Amy clutched at the phone while glaring at Marianne, whose face was a mask. How could she be so casual about killing another person, let alone a cop.
“I think I need a minute to think.” Amy deadpanned.
“Amy,” Marianne stepped forward, putting a hand on the camerawoman’s shoulder. “I know you won’t disappoint me, and will make the right decision.” Marianne starred into Amy’s deep blue eyes.
Amy took her gaze away, not wanting to fall for Marianne’s sad puppy dog look.
“I need to get some air.”
“Don’t go far.” Marianne’s tone turned cold.
“I won’t…” Amy didn’t turn to look at the blond woman as she strutted towards the door.
The warm summer air felt refreshing on Amy’s bare skin as she stepped outside of the musty old warehouse. She closed the door and leaned against the wall, staring at the seemingly endless stretch of beach before her, and the sun dangling perilously low over it.
It will be dark soon.
Amy knew that Marianne wouldn’t accept no for an answer, and she was scared of what Marianne would do if she refused.
For all she knew, Marianne would throw Amy off of that cliff alongside Felicia if she didn’t play along.
Plus, if Amy said no, then Marianne would just move onto getting Mindy to get rid of Felicia, and Mindy was much easier to manipulate.
Hell, Marianne might be talking Mindy into doing it now.
She looked down at the cell phone in her hands.
They still hadn’t heard anything from Mona.
In fact, aside from Marianne’s social media accounts, there had been no activity on her phone that day, but then again that wasn’t surprising.
The whole reason for this fake kidnapping was because Marianne wasn’t exactly “in demand” as an actress.
As Amy leaned against the decaying warehouse, feeling the cold concrete against her thonged ass cheeks, she once again found herself staring down the beach, feeling trapped.
The worst mistake of her life was agreeing to be Marianne’s personal photographer and camerawoman, but it wasn’t like she knew that would lead to a fake kidnapping which then had become a real kidnapping.
There was another path forward, she realized.
She could always run.
Just take off down the beach and not look back.
But her conscience wouldn’t let her do that, and she knew it, but perhaps she could go to the police?
That was a good idea, go to the police, tell them where Felicia was being held, confess everything. Maybe they would go easy on her since she had snitched, or put her in witness protection or something like that.
A buzzing in her hand snapped Amy out of her musings. Marianne’s phone had gone off.
It was a text from Mona.
Amy’s blood ran cold.
What now? Had Mona gotten the money? Or was she texting asking for more time? Did she go to the police and that’s why it took her so long to get back to them?
Amy looked at the phone and saw that it was a picture message from Mona. Confused, she unlocked the screen and opened the message. What she saw confused her even more.
It was a picture taken from above of Mona, lying face down on a table completely nude. Her arms were above her head and legs spread. Amy stared at the photo, trying to comprehend, and then noticed the restraints around Mona’s wrists and ankles.
As she was studying the photo, another one came through. This one was a front angle, showing Mona still strapped to the table with what looked like a leather muzzle gagging her. The older woman’s eyes were wide and it looked like she was trying to scream under the gag.
Then another photo came through, this time of Mona in a standing position, her arms shackled over her head, and a black cloth pulled between her lips, gagging her. Like in the other photos, Mona was completely nude, exposing her full, perky breasts.
Then yet another photo, this time from behind. Mona was looking over her shoulder with wide eyes, a red ball gag silencing her. A black circular object was protruding from Mona’s rear end, a butt plug.
Then something else came through on the phone, not a picture but a text message. As she read it, Amy broke out in a cold sweat.
You’re next…
They had Mona… but who were they? Amy’s mind raced at this new and unexpected development in this puzzle. All she knew was that she had to tell Marianne. Without waiting to see if more messages came through, Amy turned and raced back into the warehouse.
“Marianne, Mar-ummmph!” She was greeted by the sound of a roll of duct tape being peeled, and then the sticky substance pressing over her mouth mid-sentence.
“Wwwhmmmff! Mwwwwhh!” She cried, her hands flailing as layer after layer of lap was wrapped around her mouth.
“Sorry, I can’t have you running that mouth of yours.” Marianne hissed in Amy’s ear as she broke off the duct tape.
“Nnnmmmoo! Nnnmmm mmmooh!” Amy moaned, reaching up to grasp at the blond woman, but Marianne had grabbed the photographer’s wrists and twisted them behind her back.
“Ummph!”
“Down! On your stomach!” Marianne barked, forcing the gagged woman to the floor.
“Nmmmmmph! Ummm gmmph!” Amy struggled as Marianne sat on her legs and began wrapping tape around her wrists.
“Sorry, you’ve been a good friend, and can take a picture like nobody’s business, but I can’t have you squealing on me.” Marianne continued as she secured Amy’s wrists.
“Ummm mmmph! Umm!” Amy tried to squeeze out from under the blond french woman.
“So, looks like you’ll be going in the drink along with Officer Fetters.” Marianne finished taping Amy’s wrists and began securing her ankles.
“Nmmmmopph! Mmmm stthhhp! Mmmph!” Amy moaned, trying to kick and escape as her feet were taped together.
She had forgotten about Mona, and whoever the people were that were coming for her, all she could think about was getting free before Marianne disposed of her alongside Felicia.
“To be fair, I was going to do this to you and Mindy eventually, too many loose ends.” Marianne shrugged as she finished taping Amy’s legs.
“Whhmmmt!” Amy squealed as Marianne stood up, the other woman completely taped and gagged.
“Sorry Amy, you were a great photographer though.” Marianne stood over her, cold and impassive, as if this was her firing Amy and nothing more.
The bound and gagged photographer rolled over onto her back to plead up at the woman whom she had stood by through so much, and even aided in kidnapping, and froze.
Behind Marianne, the warehouse door had creaked open and two women were walking in. They seemed vaguely familiar and Amy furrowed her brow, trying to recollect where she knew them from…
Then it hit her, the beach! They were the women from the massage parlor that had been bothering them, Melanie and Delilah!
The two women were sneaking up behind Marianne, Delilah holding several lengths of rope in her hands, while Melanie held several bright, white cloths. When the two saw that Amy had noticed them, Melanie smiled, winked, and held a finger to her lips.
“Hrmm?” Amy furrowed her brow.
“Oh really, using the old “there’s someone behind you” trick on me?” Marianne gloated.
A moment later Delilah and Melanie pounced on her, Delilah twisted Marianne’s arms behind her back. The blond woman opened her mouth to scream but just as she did, Melanie was there to shove one of the white cloths between Marianne’s lips, silencing her.
“Whhhmmm!” Marianne’s eyes went wide in confusion as Delilah began tying her hands behind her back as Melanie pulled the other cloth over the blond woman’s mouth.
“Ummmm mmmmph! Mmmmph!” Marianne tried to struggle or pull away, but the two women were fast and efficient, and once the disgraced french actress was gagged and her hands tied, they pushed her to the ground and secured her feet together.
“Mmmmmm hmmmph! Mmmnnno! Hlllp!” Marianne struggled and whined as she rolled on the ground, trying to work free of her bonds.
The two women from the massage parlor stood over their victims, smiles on their faces.
“Well hello ladies, looks like you’ve been having some fun.” Melanie laughed.
“Ummmm hhmmph! Mmmmm!” Marianne moaned, twisting and writhing on the ground, but her ropes were securely tied.
“We told you that you were next.” Delilah smiled.
“Uhhhhf!” Amy gasped.
These women sent the text message, they had Mona!
“Whmmmtt?” Marianne asked, completely unaware that her step-mother had been kidnapped.
“Now,” Melanie squatted down, smiling at Marianne. “Let’s show you how a real kidnapping is done.”
“Ummmm nnnmmoohh…” Marianne whined, shrinking back into herself.