Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twentyseven ||

Riele -

This bastard has been drugging me. The thought whirled around and around in my head like the faded notes of a broken record. The heat in my body, the sudden lust for him, the burning sensation between my legs and sharpness of my nipples. All because of a small, pink female Viagra pill. I could have been angrier than anger itself, I could have damned my chances of ever getting out of this fucking apartment by lashing out on him, wanting to kill him with my bare hands. But I wasn't going to ruin anything, if there is one thing I learned about Jace is was that he was always somehow one step ahead of everything. All I had to do was be one step ahead of him. When Jace and I went to bed he didn't touch me at all. He barely looked at me, and I was glad for that because if he had I was 99.9 % sure I would bitten his hand off. Morning approached, and I knew it because I hadn't been able to close my eyes next to him. Jace shifted next to me, and sat up.

I heard the television on, he would have usually just gotten up to get dressed but today was different. I counted the days in my head, but nothing made since in there anymore. I had lost track of time. The sunlight blazing in from the window warmed the side of my face, closed my eyes against the glare and just listened to the quiet newscast on the television.

"On Manhattan boulevard a VP executive of Norman Enterprises was found dead in his apartment Sunday February 13th at 11:00 pm. Sources say there was a 911 dispatch call but no actual evidence of a homicidal struggle. FBI agency inspectors and police say the internal scene was brutal, concise, but definite grounds for a suicide-"

Sean. That name sounded familiar to me. Beside me Jace began to chuckle, I wanted to open my eyes but I kept them closed took a deep, quiet breath. Sean was one of the men that held me down that day when Jace left the apartment for work. I almost shuddered. He was dead now. And something deep within me told me that Jace had been the one behind it. Just like the death of that woman. She was said to have gone missing after dropping Promise. And I had seen it myself- Jace ha beat her to death and then he dragged her away. My blood went cold. I heard shifting again.

"You can run but you can't hide forever, Xander."

I hear Jace mumble to himself, as he rose from the bed to get ready. Time was up. There wasn't a doubt in my mind, there wasn't a question left. I have to get out of here. It felt like hours, dragging by and waiting for Jace to leave for work. He kissed my cheek and smoothed my hair back before he closed the door. My eyes popped open, I looked around the room deeply in thought, and that's when I saw it. The black, pitless eyes of a motion sensored camera. I squinted, and then suddenly everything became clear to me. Like wiping away the fog on a mirror after a shower. Holy shit. I sat up quickly and leaped from the bed to run to the closet.

He's been watching me when he wasn't home the entire time. My heart was racing as I grabbed the closest thing that Isabela had to backpack and began stuffing some of her clothes in it. Meanwhile, my mind was struggling to figure out a way out of the apartment without triggering the alarm. And more than that how the hell was I going to get out of the building before he came back. I zipped the Gucci knapsack shut and pulled my shirt up over my head, slipping into a plain white t-shirt. I stuck my feet into a pair of tennis shoes, tied my hair back with an elastic hair band and rushed out of the bedroom. I had no time to think, or breathe, he could be on his way back at any moment.

In the kitchen I grabbed that damn box filled with pills and took tetius, hesitating minutes to fill the leftover bottles in the refrigerator. On the counter I used a small black Sharpie to scrawl: "Suck my dick!" Dropping the marker I scurried back into the bedroom and grabbed the knapsack, pulling the straps over my shoulders. I paced the room, racking my brain for ways of an efficient, quick escape. My stomach convulsed, I felt my head swirling and ran to the bathroom to vomit in the toilet. I stayed hunched over that porcelain toilet bowl for several minutes. My nerves were getting worse.I looked up, wiping my mouth with a toilet paper. My eyes were drawn to the window. I forced myself to my feet and held my stomach, wobbling over to the window. There was a fire escape attached underneath it. All I had to do was get the window open. Another pulse of nausea caused me to wretch. What the fuck is going on? I can't get sick now, I can't!

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Jace -

"Mr. Norman? Is there anything I can get you this morning?"

I sat at my desk, papers in one hand, a clear ceramic globe in the other. My eyes were glued to the actions happening on my computer screen. I looked up at Alyssa and smiled.

"Yes, you can go home for the rest of the day. I won't be needing you."

Alyssa's smile faltered, she pushed her glasses up on her face and squeezed at the folders cuddled tightly against the bosom of her open blouse.

"But-But sir, you have meeting with a lab technician on the results of the hammerstein productions and I've written several notes-"

I slammed the stack of papers down on my desk and stood to my full height, locking eyes with her.

"I'm only going to say this once more. Go. Home."

I said calmly, my voice was tainted by anger and I was surprised by how well I was doing. I felt as if I could have leaped over my desk and strangled her.

"Y-yes sir."

She nodded quickly, and disappeared from the doorway within a moment. I looked back at my screen, squeezing that ceramic ball in my hand before throwing it as hard as my strength would allow against the wall where it shattered like a thousand teardrops. I sank back down in my chair and played the video of Riele being fucked on my dresser again. On a separate monitor I could see her running frantically around my apartment.

"I'll tell you want Angel, I kicked by feet up on my desk and folded my hands.

"I'll give you a head start, let's see how far you think you can get."

Despite my leanecey, this was no contest. I glanced at the watch on my wrist and grinned to myself. When I got back she would be there, and then then it was over. My emotions began to vary from unquenchable anger to tears welling up in my eyes and balancing on the edges of my eyelids. I was in love with her, there was no question in that. I wasn't hurt as much as I was generally disappointed. Because now I have to kill her for what she's done, and killing someone you love was hard. I watched that video until I made myself physically ill. I studied the intense expressions of pleasure in her eyes as Chance shoved himself into the softest part of her body, over and over again. I wondered... What was the least painful way that I could take her life? Ah, it doesn't matter anyways. Maybe wanted her to suffer. I wanted to make her feel exactly how I felt at this very moment. I made a private vow to myself sitting there, clicking the rewind button again. No mercy. Not this time.

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