Lockdown

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

13/09/2019. 18:35 hours. An undisclosed address, Virginia.

Spencer was all but spent, exhaustion aching in his limbs. His fingers and toes had long since gone numb. Goosebumps had crept up all over his skin, where Mel had painstakingly slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back over his straining shoulders, leaving his heaving chest bare. His left shoulder was still marred with vivid bruising. She had at least had the decency to tuck him back into his trousers.

He felt the tape come undone from over his eyes. He blinked wearily to clear his vision. He immediately noticed a blonde man with Mel. Spencer fired the pair a wary glare.

"Kick me if you dare, Agent," growled the unknown man as he knelt down at Spencer's feet and began to unwind the tape binding his ankles to the chair legs.

"Feet together," demanded the man. Spencer narrowed his eyes at them and kept his feet firmly planted in place in defiance. A resounding smack echoed throughout the unit as Mel brought her palm down hard across Spencer's cheek, forcing his head to whip sideways. The man wrenched Spencer's ankles together and bound them tightly with several layers of tape. Spencer turned his head back, his face contorted with rage and his cheek reddening from the hit.

"Play nice, Spence. We're both corrections officers, so we both know how to restrain you effectively." Fury was etched into Spencer's features. He had declared his love for this woman. He stared icily at Mel as the man unravelled the tape holding him to the back of the chair, released the chain on his collar from the pipe, and wrenched him up onto his feet by his upper arms.

Mel gripped Spencer's forearms firmly as the man cut through the tape around Spencer's wrists, apparently too impatient to unwind it. The man wrapped his arms around Spencer's to force his shoulders back, the pair working in tandem to push his shirt further down his arms. Once the garment had been removed, Mel wrenched Spencer's left wrist forward and buckled one of the leather cuffs tightly around it, pulling his arm up painfully. Spencer groaned into the tape over his mouth at the wave of agony through his injured shoulder. The man held the chain as a leash whilst Mel cuffed Spencer's other wrist, forcing his arms above his head. Mel bit her bottom lip seductively, relishing the way the chained up doctor's body was stretched out before her. His ribs, visible beneath his pale skin, expanded and contracted with each breath. Blood had begun to seep through the bandages over his abdomen, the sutures holding his stab wound together straining against the taut flesh underneath. She ran her hands over his torso, feeling every dip and curve under her fingertips.

"God, Spence. You're absolutely gorgeous. I've waited for far too long to see you like this. All stretched out for me."

"You know where the toys are, Alyssa. I'm going out for a smoke." Spencer tilted his head in confusion at the man who spat at Spencer's feet before exiting the unit. Mel gripped the edge of the tape over Spencer's mouth and tugged it down over his chin so that it hung around his neck like a second collar.

"Why are you doing this? I trusted you, Melanie. I told you I loved you! Who is he, and why did he call you Alyssa? Where the fuck are we?!" snapped Spencer, his voice hoarse from disuse. Mel traced her fingers over the collar, a playful pout on her lips.

"I know you have so many questions running through that big beautiful brain. To answer your first question: I have wanted you for so long. I came to your lectures and I could feel your loving gaze on me. I just had to have you. Secondly, that's James; he was in foster care with me. Thirdly, I wasn't born Melanie Carter. That was a new identity given to me by my foster parents. I was born Alyssa Cartwright. Lastly, I'm not telling you where we are." Mel sliced through the tape around his neck and cast it to one side.