Desire For Business

Gun Metal for Duct Tape

As I am walking up to him, his arm are crossed and a slight smug smirk on his face appears. As the distance between us closes my eyes are deadlocked on his. His hair is black and shiny and tied together at the nap of his neck, it probably reaches down to the middle of his back. His facial hair is longer and is now a short length fall beard, his jaw bone is so jagged and sexy that its near distracting but not as much as his near clear blue eyes. Their breathtaking, but I don't let it show and have kept my focus on them since I left the car. My expression is fierce.

"Whoa baby girl calm down...you're not the killer here" I am standing near the column and he is still at the door.
"So you here to what, punish me?" I ask sarcastically with both arms crossed.
"Tragically, not me...I tried to warn you..." he looks a little sadden. I feel a loss of security, maybe its that gut feeling or the empty parking lot or that maybe I underestimated him but above all, the helpless look on his face.
All of sudden his expression hardens and he blows me a kiss and winks. I see him look to the left of my head directly eye level next to me and a hard JOLT and a handkerchief is placed over my nose and mouth. BLACKNESS. I literally, felt like time had escaped me and I was gone from the planet.

I start to open my eyes feeling a little dizzy, I tried to rub my eyes but realized I was tied at the wrist and ankles with chains.
"You better not scream or ill tape your mouth" I hear in a foreign accent, it is mixed. Not like just one accent. I look up, 5 men surround me.
I am little dizzy and unstable but give my best effort not to show it.
"All this for me? You tied me up because you thought I would kill you all? Thats pathetic" I softly sarcastically spit out, unhappy with feeling defenseless.
They all look at each and laugh, except the only familiar face who, just looks away. The man with accent, he was the one wearing a suit, I assumed it was him because all the others looked cliche in their gangstar attire. He walks up to me with a smirk, while reaching in his pocket "such a shame to ruin" and I black out for what felt like forever to return to a deafening pain from the back of my my temple to bottom of
my ear alongside my neck. I look up, searching for help but, only seeing one set of eyes that looked like they wanted to. They were almost as afraid as I was. The man in the suit bring my focus back and begins speaking directly into my face,
"Now I am not requesting you discontinue your product selling, I am demanding it. And maybe, if you learn that you do not back talk me...there might be something in it for you, eh?"
I know I shouldntve said anything especially since it seemed like he was giving me a chance.
My heart its so woman strong though maybe from watching my mother be controlled, verbally and even physically abused by my womanizing father to date...I just couldnt keep my mouth shut. No matter the price.
"Alright 007, maybe we can work something out but I work for no man. I work for myself but maybe with my intellect and your ninja turtle gang we could have a real business...as equals, of course"
The room got so quiet, they all just stood there, then one of the men, heavy set with a full beard, is coming toward with fierce angry eyes. "Uh ah" suit man puts his hand on the man chest. Stopping the man in his tracks. Suit chuckles menencingly
"I don't need your help, Emanuel, though I apperciate your moxie" suit man says calming, while smiling wide. He pulls out a glock but not standard black, It was very shiny and darkest of grey. I search for the eyes, the defenseless ones, they held some comfort. I see them, But I see no comfort in looking at them because his eyes are depleted...like he just watched his childhood dog get ran over. The 007 man comes forward, all smiles gone and with the most calm face. The hairs on my neck were standing.

I made a promise to my mother years ago, to never cry over a man. They weren't worth the tears of my heart. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the fact that I was so good at hiding my emotions, the impulsive reaction to cry never came.

As he is walking, the throbbing of my head seems to be my only focus and I give him a strong look for the pain he has caused me. As if I was going to make him pay for it. Yeah, shackled and wounded. His overwhelming calmness has me so nervous. He then holds my chin in his hand rubs my cheek with his thumb...sticks the shiny piece in my mouth, clicks it back then returns his hand to my chin. (I hear a shuffle of feet from the right side of me, I assume it was coming from "him" the threatening gorgeous blue helpless eyes ) I refuse to break eye contact with suit man though, he now has a finger on the trigger (despite the suffling sound I early heard I couldn't make distant hearing out too well from my head wound). His eyes hardened, maybe even a little sympathetic. My eyes were fogged with blood.

He speaks with the gun firmly in my mouth "You say you never work for man, eh? Yet you spend your summer before secondary learning, being mens little tease, doing the lowest work for men, I actually first saw you there once. You had one of my real estate investors on your side. You had me fooled but I knew he was married."....he is silent..."when I asked him for your agency he became very angry like, I think why? Why for a girl? Some slut." He sees me trying to defend myself by words and raises one eyebrow and shakes his head pushing the gun now to my throat.
"Don't interrupt again!" He says with anger. "As I was saying before you interrupt, the man tells me you do nothing with him. No cock in your mouth, no undress, and for tongue kisses... you limit"
I start to wonder why I wasn't informed by Mr. Kneely, he is one of my regular customers.
He continues "I start to have you watched from your luxury apartment, to work, to helping out that pitiful girl and even saw that you still let these men take you out, outside of the agency"

How could I have been so unaware? So naive, I've been watched for over a month. The last time I went on a paid date was nearly 6 weeks ago. How long has he been watching me?

He doesn't skip a beat or pause his conversation as if he had rehearsed this, which I know he hasn't. Something about me, makes him intrigued or interested. He is a letting out months of his ill feelings for me in this uncomfortable conversation. He continues outside my thoughts like background noise.

"So men pay you so you can tease them, but that income isn't enough, you earn money by honesty in the school as office girl..yet not enough you have a endless supply of huwai and you medicate that one elderly lady weekly with high dose pain meds"
His English is barely broken for how strong this unknown accent is.

"In my all my ways of watching you, I never see you meet the plug, and I wonder how does she supply so much product regularly?"

He removes the gun from my mouth as if he is allowing me to answer. Spit falls from my mouth as removed the gun. I try to put my head down and whipe what I can reach with where dresses shoulder material  is. It hardly works. I then reply "get the duct tape" and he burst out with a gut hard laugh. My face remains emotionless and I am feeling beyond lightheaded all of a sudden. He smacks my cheek. Hard. "Cant sleep if you have a concussion." He continues "I don't know what I am going to do with you yet...don't underestimate me ever again,  because next time "it" will speak..." (he is waving his gun to better demonstrate what "it" is). Fuck off  i think but begin to see black spots..
He looks back at his men and nods his head up towards me to them. "He" comes running to my rescue before anyone tries.  so they let him go alone. He begins unchaineing me quickly and rubbing my ankles after removing the chains without anyone noticing his effort of that small affection. They werent interested in me anymore and gathered for a business conversation, I assume. The more I try to understand it all, all I hear are some mumbles and some chaos. I am lifeless, the throbbing is overwhelming l and the need to rest is taking over.  I barely close my eyes and "he" is carrying me, running and I am out...

I open my eyes for what felt like a seconds later and a paramedic is inserting an IV, "Ma'am you've been in a serious car accident. I need you to remain calm" I look at him...I feel surprisingly calm but, too depleted to mock the obvious. I then see him looking at my wrist and then quickly to my ankles with a confused look on his face. He looks quick back at me, wanting to ask but unsure if he should. Then notices in my eyes that I am aware of the marks left behind from the chains. I close my eyes and stop the fight of sleep, its a better choice than answering questions.