Dominating Iris

The big difference

She parked her car on the empty lot facing the warehouse. She got out, dropped one of the charms from her bracelet to the ground. Those were the bread crumbs she thought would help Alex find her— if he finds the message she left for him first.

She walked towards the building, but it looked dark and empty. Amanda wondered whether she was at the right place. The GPS in her car could have been wrong. She walked around it and dropped a couple more charms.

She entered the dark and narrow alleyway on the side where she spied a small entrance. She dropped three more charms as she walked, and hoped she was doing the right thing.

Her heart hammered at her chest as she fought for the courage to knock on the cold steel door. She dropped another charm.

Then a voice spoke at the other side of the door, she jumped. "Who's there?" It was a stranger's voice.

"It's... Iris." She answered.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, it's just me."

The steel door clanked open to pitch darkness. She stepped inside apprehensively, when a bag went down over her head covering her face, she could hardly breathe. Her hands shoved on her back and tied with coarse rope.

The man nudged her forward a couple dozen paces then turned before he pushed her in and a heavy steel door closed behind her. She felt the presence of about two or three people in the room. Then the voice of her rapist roared—a hand's breadth in front of her.

"Get her car and take it somewhere far from here... and don't forget to wear gloves." He said.

"Sure, boss... but when we get back, can we..." the stranger sniggered, then they all laughed.

"When I'm done, you get your turn. Now leave."

They shuffled out and shut the door behind them. Heavy footfalls advanced closer and the bag came off. Amanda squinted at the brightness, it hurt her eyes.

"Welcome to my little black room, Iris. I had it built especially for you."

Holy fuck!

"Richard? It was you?" she said, bewildered that her poker friend and rapist were one and the same.

"I'm glad you remembered my name. Do you remember how you turned your nose up on me too?"

"What? How— what did I ever do to you?"

"You knew I was into you at the poker games, bitch, but you didn't even give me a chance. You picked another guy across the room to make me jealous and left me in the cold." His voice thundered.

"Whoa— it wasn't like that at all, Richard. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, but I didn't mean to offend you."

She surveyed the room with a side glance. It was a trailer inside the warehouse. She wondered how many other trailers were there in the huge warehouse.

The trailer she was in had windows but were sealed shut with black sheets, perhaps to block out the lights. If Alex found her note, would he be able to find her inside that trailer? Her hopes faded by the minute.

"Didn't I pass your standards, Iris? I used to be a top model for popular brands, while, sorry to say this, but your masseur of a boyfriend is way out of my league. I'm curious why you chose him over me." He milled around her inspecting every inch of her.

"Oh fuck, Richard, stop it."

"I'm glad I got my special glasses that could take photos and videos with one touch. I really love these hi-tech gadgets. Let's watch it, shall we?" He chuckled.