Ask Jake (Book One of the Whisper Series)

Twenty-One: Save Me

Gillian

My head hurts worse than ever. My body is cold. When my eyes finally focus, I see I am naked and sprawled on the bed.

Oh my god. What did he do to me?

I try to move, but I am tied. I hear Phil's voice in the other room. It sounds like he's on the phone. I try to loosen the ties, but I can't.

How long have I been here? It looks like the sun is low in the sky.

The room I am in, Phil's bedroom, is small and dark. There is a small TV in the corner on a black dresser.

I need to get free.

My hands are tied too tight and I can't feel my fingers. My feet are tied to the end of the bed, too. I try to use my tongue to free my mouth, but the tape is too strong. Tears stream down my face. I pull my feet up, but they only move an inch.

Help me. Someone, please help me.

"Yes, mom, she is with me now. She's in my bed," he says in a lower voice. "Yea, she does not like for me to leave her too long," he chuckles.

Oh my god. No, no, this cannot be happening.

"I better get going, Mom. Love you."

I go to say something but the tape prevents my sounds. Phil comes into the room and I see he is naked. Fear grips me tighter than I've ever known. I slam my eyes shut and start to cry.

Oh no, what has he done to me? I try to feel if anything on my body hurts, but I feel weird and numb all over.

"Gillian, you're awake. I'm so glad." His repulsive touch runs down my face. I open my eyes, pulling away from him, noticing his sinister look. "I can't make love to you while you're asleep." He runs a finger up my thigh.

No! Stop it. No, no!

I scream under the duct tape and try to move my arms and my legs. I can't break free, I search my mind, I need to hide. I need to focus my mind on something other than what I think he is going to do to me.

"I love it when you're so feisty." He sits next to me and he puts his hand on my face and wipes away the tears. "You missed me, didn't you?"

I feel him move his hands down to my chest. "You're really something, Gillian." He pinches me on my breast and it hurts. I cringe and feel my stomach churn; bile is rising in my throat.

How can I escape?

I try to open an internal box and put the fear inside of it, but I cannot find one. I need to move my mind from his hand on me, which is moving about my chest. I open my eyes and look at the windowsill and start using words, in my mind, to describe it. I need to escape, if only in my mind, Sharp edges of the narrow ledge, lead to another world. A world where someone is laughing and another is crying. The dusts on the blue curtain could tell a story of so many things, both inside this place and outside in the world. The World War II movie that is barley on the ledge, risks falling from its perch... He snaps me out of it when he speaks.

"Come on Gillian, I know you want to put it in your mouth." He puts one hand on himself and starts stroking. I slam my eyes closed, but he's rubbing himself on my cheek. There is nothing I can do to make this torture and extreme violation bearable.

He touches my face, trying to force my head toward him but I turn my head as far to the side as I can. I am screaming from behind the duct tape. I search the room for some way out.

"Maybe when you've calmed down. I can take off that tape," he says and his voice is low and deep. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. I close my eyes tight and think...hard.