Impractical Jokers, Practically

Chapter Eleven

My blood ran cold and my stomach churned. I felt dizzy and everything was in slow motion. How---Why did Sal say that? "Good riddance, you can have her"? How could he? Never mind that we were finally together, but we've been best friends for several months. We work together, live together, see each other every single day. This doesn't make any sense.

Then it dawned on me: yeah, this doesn't make sense. Surely, Sal should be concerned. He wanted me to have a chaperone just to go the bathroom (granted he had a point seeing as how I got abducted), but when I do indeed get kidnapped, suddenly he's doesn't give a shit? Does that sound right? Not at all. Because he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't do that to me. He couldn't.

Still confused, but a little cocky, I look at Calvin, "Yeah right. As if he would text that back. I bet that wasn't even him. You're just trying to trick me."

He smirked, "Take a look for yourself."

I still had Calvin's phone in my hands so I look down, reread the message, then click on the contact that says Sal. I feel sick. Sure enough, this was Sal. Calvin wasn't lying. I'm looking at Sal's exact phone number. 

"Yes, Alexa, that is Sal's number. I'll give you a moment to take all this in. I told you I got his number through one of my many connections. I know a lot of people. Anyways, you realize that you have no one. Except for me. So, now you don't have your precious Sal on your side, or you're friends, you have to solely rely on me. The truth hurts."

He grabs his phone from my hands, turns around, and leaves up the stairs through that lone door. As I'm left alone I udder three words quietly: 

What the fuck?

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Calvin comes down to check on me every so often. I think a few days has past, but I lost track. I'm still in my dress that I wore to the party; he won't let me take it off. Says he enjoys seeing it on me. One thing's for sure: as soon as I get out of here, if I get out of here, I'm burning it. 

I feel ashamed. How could I believe that Sal could say that about me, but how could I not? The proof was right there. I spend my whole time, thinking about it. The betrayal. 

Calvin brings me food now and again. But only sandwiches. Peanut butter sandwiches and water. That's it. I used to love peanut butter, now I dread eating it because it means that I've lost my freedom.

He lets me go to the bathroom. The first time he dragged me upstairs, I almost thought I could break free and leave somehow. But he had his grip on me the entire time and watched me like a hawk. There's a bathroom right outside the basement where I'm locked up. I can't see what else is upstairs, he doesn't let me look. I can't even have any sense of privacy at all. Calvin comes into the bathroom with me while I pee. He turns around, thank goodness for that, but still. After I'm done, he immediately drags me back downstairs. To my dungeon. 

I sit in my prison cell, doing nothing but stare at the wall and think. That's all there is to do. I can't take a shower, I can only untangle and smooth out my hair with my fingers. Is this how it's going to be for the rest of my life?

The door opens. Calvin's back. He comes down, looks at me for a second, then smiles. "Hey, don't get too comfortable. Now that you're more assured that this is how it's meant to be, you have to do your turn to please me." 

"Don't I please you enough? I mean, you fucking got me, right?" My lips are cracked and my throat is dry. In the last few days, I have only talked occasionally to him. 

"Don't look at me like that. There are other ways to please me. Surely you must know that. Remember our conversation when we first met? Ropes and bondage? I like that shit. You will learn to like that shit."