Safer With A Ghost | Simon "Ghost" Riley

Chapter 2

Ivy slowly regained consciousness and opened her eyes with sluggishly. She didn't recognize where she was but knew she was lying down, and it was really dark. Her only source of light was a dim light on the ceiling. She tried to sit up, but her arms and legs were restrained. She frantically tried to pull her limbs free but the metal around her ankles and wrists weren't budging. Ivy looked around trying to figure out where she was.

She was on a bed, there were no windows, and the room was painted black with dark wood floors. There was a large door directly in front of her across the room. Still looking around for something she recognized, she heard a lock, and the knob on the door turn. She froze, terrified of who or what was coming in the room with her. As the door opened, through teary eyes, she watched a man walk in followed by two other men. The first man turned another light on, blinding Ivy. She blinked repeatedly, trying to regain her vision. As it became clear, she saw the man had dirty blonde short hair and a stubbled beard. She couldn't see his eyes that well, but they looked blue, maybe grey. He stood close to 6ft tall, had a smaller build and pale skin. He wore a bulletproof vest over a blue long-sleeved shirt that had the sleeves rolled up, regular jeans and heavy boots. He stood with his arms crossed. The two men behind him were in the same bullet proof vest but wore black T-shirts underneath and jeans, their boots the same as the man in blue. They also had guns laid across their torsos.

Ivy sat still, terrified of what they were going to do to her. Maybe they're here to help me? No... if they were helping me, they wouldn't be acting this way.

Ivy found the smallest amount of courage and spoke to the man in the blue shirt. "W-Who are you? Why am I here?" Her voice was shaky. The man in blue smiled but it didn't bring her any comfort. "Ivy, right? I'm Phillip Graves. And you're here... for my pleasure." The last three words sent her lungs into chaos, she laid her head down on the bed and began to sob. The man who called himself Phillip shouted, "shut up!" causing Ivy to jump. Ivy now looked at him. "Why me?" she asked as her bottom lip trembled. Phillip shrugged his shoulders with a smug look on his face, "Why not?" Ivy still cried, "wait, where's my dog?!" expecting the worst. Phillip half smiled at her. "she's at your house. Good dog. I'm sure once someone notices you're gone, they'll go feed her" His smile was crooked. "Let her out." He gestured to the man on his right, who was now walking towards Ivy with keys in his hands. I need to fight back... But there's 3 of them and two of them have guns...

Ivy sat still as the man unlocked her wrists and ankles. Once freed, she sat up and brought her knees to her chest and she looked at Phillip. He uncrossed his arms, "Get up, Ivy." His voice was demeaning. Ivy scooted herself off the bed and stood up slowly. Phillip looked her up and down, nodding his head, giving Ivy a horrible feeling in her stomach. He pointed to the ground at his feet as he spoke again, "Come here." Ivy stared at Phillip unsure of what to do but she was pushed towards him by the man who freed her. She walked towards Phillip with her arms tightly at her side. As she stood in front of him, he raised his hand to her face making Ivy flinch. "Oh honey, I'm not gonna hurt you." He clicked his teeth, "unless... you don't do what you're told. Understood?" He was uncomfortably close to her face. She nodded her head quickly, not wanting to upset him. "Use your words." He spoke sternly. "Y-es, okay, sorry." Ivy's words left her lips quickly. Phillip sighed, "No, sweetheart. It's 'yes sir'." Ivy corrected herself, "Y-es s-sir." Phillip placed his hand on her face, "Good. Now get back on the bed." His voice sounded villainous. "W-What?" Ivy asked, not wanting to know the answer. Phillip rolled his eyes, and repeated his words, raising his voice. Ivy looked back at the bed, then at Phillip. Growing impatient as Ivy stood there, Phillip yelled again. "NOW!" Ivy jumped and slowly walked towards the bed. Behind her, she heard Phillip speak again, "Get out and wait outside. Don't let anyone in."

After he finished talking, Ivy heard the door close and lock behind her. She turned around to see Phillip walking towards her, taking off his bulletproof vest and throwing it to the side. She walked backwards until her back was against the wall. Ivy spoke, "Phillip, I..." "Shut up and lay the fuck down, Ivy." Phillip cut her off, his voice was empty. She slowly sat down on the side of the bed, and Phillip was now standing in front of her. He looked down at her with his hand on her chin, "Now, either you can take your clothes off or I can. And you don't want me to." His eyes had no emotion behind them, and it shook her to her core. How can this normal looking man be so... deranged? Ivy shook her head, pleading with Phillip, "Please, don't do this.. I'll..." "You'll what? 'Do anything'? Just do it, now!" She stood still and began crying again. "Fine, I tried to give you a chance." Before Ivy knew it, Phillip had his hand around her throat choking her, and pushed her down on the bed. She tried desperately to get his hand off of her neck, but he was too strong. She tried to breathe but couldn't. Phillip fought to take her jeans off, but Ivy struggled so much, it made it difficult. There was unexpectedly a knock on the door. Pissed off, Phillip shouted, "What?!" No answer. Phillip let go of Ivy's neck and stood up, waiting for an answer. Ivy sat up and pulled her knees to her chest again. When no answer came, he walked to the door and opened it. When he stepped out of the room, looking to the left and right. Something caught Phillip's eye and he reached for a gun he had hidden behind his back in his waistband. Suddenly, there was loud banging that echoed in Ivy's ears. Fireworks? Gun shots? She covered her ears and put her head down, terrified. She looked up after a few seconds when the banging got quieter, and Phillip was gone.