Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

THIRTEEN

“What do you mean she’s missing?” I question in confusion.

“I mean she’s not in the house, her boyfriend hasn’t seen her, and none of her friends have heard from her. Not to mention she hasn’t contacted me all day and she won’t answer my calls or texts.” He further explains, an intense look in his eyes.

“Maybe she just has her phone turned off?” I offer.

“No, it’s against our rules, she knows better than to turn her phone off.” He explains, his voice tense.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze his shoulder, “it’ll be okay. We’ll find her.”

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, “she’s never done this before, maybe she left her phone behind or something.”

“Let’s go check her room then.” I suggest.

“I already did.” he retorts, frustrated.

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Under the bed?”

“Why would I look under the bed?” He gives me a blank look.

“Maybe it fell.” I part from Ricky and walk down the hall to Cheyenne’s bedroom. 

The door is part way open and her sheets are a mess, but only on the right side of the bed. Other than that her bedroom is immaculate, I kneel down beside the bed and look underneath as Ricky slips into the room. 

“What in the hell are you doing?” He says.

I reach under the bed and feel around, my hands making contact with the smooth, cool metal of a phone. I pull it out and hand it to Ricky, slowly standing back up.

“It looks like she might have knocked it over and under the bed or something.”  

He rolls the phone over in his hands, inspecting it, “this isn’t her phone.”

He powers it on and sits down on her bed. I can feel his malaise and obvious stress over this. I couldn’t imagine losing someone so close to you like that out of nowhere.

I sit down beside him and hold his hand, trying to comfort him in any way I can. The phone powers to life and he has no trouble unlocking as it has no security measures. The phone is utterly bare of any contacts or pictures or anything to identify the owner. 

There is a single notification for the email and Ricky opens it without hesitation. All that it has is a single link to a website I’ve never heard of.

I watch as his finger hovers over the link, “are you sure you want to open that? You don’t know what you might see, Ricky.” I say.

“I have to know, Mina. It’s the only clue I have right now. It could be the only way to find her.” He states, his voice hoarse, and on the edge of tears.

He clicks the link and it opens to a dark webpage, it quickly loads and shows what appears to be a live camera feed.

RICKY POV

I find a part of me sighing with relief as I hear Cheyenne’s voice, knowing that she’s alive takes away some of my stress, but all of that goes away as I see her being fucked by some strange man in a ski mask. I hear her moans and squeals of pleasure, the very sounds I love to derive from her, and my cock hardens in my pants. She’s naked beneath him, her tits bouncing and her soft, pink lips parted in a perfect O as she moans and begs for more.

My eyes rake over her body in hunger, awakening at the thought of her body beneath mine. I clench the phone tightly in my fist, devouring every breathy sigh and plead for more. Her body undulates beneath his, I can easily see how close she is to orgasming. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up against her captors lips, and he begins to bite and lick at them.