A New Beginning

Chapter 75: Trapped

Chapter 75: Trapped

"Please be careful with her Riptide!" Cal hisses as the manservant carries the bound, unconscious, and heavily pregnant woman through the back door of his house. All the other servants had gone home for the night and the mansion was as dark as its master's soul. The two men had driven home in complete silence, knowing what they had now become a part of, literally, selling their souls to the devil himself. But to Cal, it was still a victory, Dawson would never ever defeat him and the steel tycoon would have everything no matter how many people he had to stomp on in order to get it. Rose was his and always would be.

"My apologies Mr. Hockley, but please keep in mind she is incredibly heavy and I cannot move without harming the infant."

"I understand your pain, but what I meant was don't hit her head on the door frame. It might wake her up, and I want to be the first thing she sees when it happens. I could care less about what happens to Dawson's bastard spawn in her. We'll take care of that later."

Riptide bites his lip, he's not sure if his master has thought through what this could mean for him in terms of consequences or how would he expect to marry Miss Dawson and have the life he wanted if he'd already kidnapped her and was holding her against her will. He shuddered slightly at the man's comment of "taking care of" the baby. The manservant may do a lot of things, but he would certainly not murder an innocent child, much less an unborn one. He pants and readjusts a few times to ensure that he did not drop the pregnant hostage.

The two cut through the back kitchen, Cal unlocking doors and holding them for his servant. His eyes often went hungrily back to the redheaded prey, helpless and finally could not run away. He should have tied her up a long time ago and kept her in the mansion always, she was like a wild animal, not being able to stay in one place to be domesticated.

Mr. Hockley opened the door to the furthest cellar/basement, which was cold and very dark. The steel tycoon lit a candle and supported his manservant with the heavy load down the stairs.

The cellar was an awful place, made almost completely of concrete, with no windows, a few large wine vats lined the back wall and a single light bulb swinging on a chain, which Cal pulled as they entered the room. Since the invention of the icebox, there was no need to store food down here anymore, so it sat dormant until now. It was one of a few that was now a prison cell for a woman who had been trapped more times than one could count. And this would be one more.

"Set her here," Cal says, pulling up an old chair. The man had prepared the room to his liking, complete with everything he would need to hold Rose hostage.

Riptide sat Rose in the chair, her head lolling from one side, still unconscious. The manservant then went to the corner of the room to rest. Cal then lifted her bound arms and put them over the back of the chair until it appeared that she'd been tied to it. He then grabbed some more rope from the corner. He wound it around her upper body, not caring how tight it might be that it would ruin her wedding dress or that it would compress her baby bump. She shouldn't have a child inside her anyway. He then ties her already-tied feet to the legs of the chair. He then stands back to admire his work.

Rose looked completely helpless, almost like a rope sculpture, there was no way she would escape or that anyone would be able to find her. Then he leans down and kisses the top of her head.

"She probably won't wake until morning," Cal says confidently. "We can go and rest, you certainly earned it. Then tomorrow, I can bring some more tools down here."

"Very good sir," Riptide says, still sounding slightly out of breath. The manservant goes towards the steel door that is locked from the outside and pauses.