Torn

Chapter 5

We rode hard into the night, taking the back roads of our town so he could keep me hidden. I wanted to jump off of the motorcycle and risk getting myself seriously hurt just to get away from him. However, his massive arms kept me perfectly in place. Whenever he sped up, I gasped from the sudden burst of speed and ended up leaning back against his body. My hands rested on his thighs and my hair blew wildly against him. I never felt a body like his before...I couldn't believe how solid his thighs felt. He was a pretty strong man...why did he need the others to do his dirty work?

Around 10:30 we arrived in an area just on the outside of town. There was a massive field of fresh cut grass leading up to a beautiful ranch style house in the distance. the surrounding area was pretty dark.  A nervous chill went up my spine as He stopped in front of the gate and parked the bike. I sat up as he got up from the bike and approached the gate to punch in some numbers. I almost took a chance to run but I didn't know anything about this part of town nor did I want to piss him off.

When the gate opened he returned to the bike and drove me up to the house. As we got closer, I started taking in my surroundings. I noticed right away just how well put together it was. It was at least two stories with a farm like feel to it. There was a small garden of flowers growing near the porch and a massive garage just on the other side of that. He took me straight there, opening it up slowly before pulling in.

I looked around the place when the lights popped on. There were motorcycles everywhere along with a few pick-up trucks. He parked next to the black truck I saw him driving in before and got off the bike, this time with me in his grasp.

He held my wrist tightly as he walked me towards a door that I was sure led into the house. He stopped for a moment when he opened the door. The lights were off in the house and it was very quiet.

"Good, she's not home." He said almost in a whisper before pulling me into the house.

"Who's not home?" I asked. 

He glared at me, "You honestly have no idea how to be a hostage do you?"

I shrugged as he walked me through the big kitchen and to a door that was in the hallway. "It's not like I'm always getting kidnapped or something."

He chuckled,  "That's surprises me. Your uncle talks a pretty big game in these streets, and everyone knows he has the perfect leverage to shut him up."

"You mean me?"

"Exactly," He took out a key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, opening it with a click.

"Welcome to your new place for the week." He said before yanking me down the steps.

I gasped as he shut on the lights, revealing a very interesting basement. There were chains hanging on the walls along with pictures of him and his biker gang. The walls were dark blue and the floor was smooth red oak. Off to my left was a pool table with the billiards set up in a perfect triangle. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall behind the stairs with a couch big enough to sit five people in front of it. This was definitely a man cave...one of the nicest ones I had ever seen. In the far back corner to my right, there was a black door leading off to another room. He took me to it and placed his hand on the screen that was in the middle of it. The screen came to life, scanning his hand and then unlocking the door.

Inside was a small dark room with pictures on the walls and there was a massive bed surrounded by black curtains. He pulled me over to it and parted the curtains showing me more than just a bed. There were handcuffs attached to each bedpost and a thick roll of duct tape resting on the big black pillows. Who was this man? Why did he have a room like this?

My heart started pounding and I started fighting to get out of his grip, but he just threw me on the bed like a rag doll. Man I couldn't believe the strength that he had. It was almost inhuman and unreal. I crawled up towards the headboard, partially forgetting that there was nothing behind it but a wall. He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him, laughing as I kicked and screamed.

"Where do you think you're going toots?" He said before grabbing each of my arms and pinning them on either side of my head.

"Please let me go!" I pleaded as he took his time shackling each of my arms down.

"Didn't I tell you I didn't want to hear a peep out of you?"

I looked at him through tearful eyes before he head-butted me. I shrieked upon impact and my head slumped back onto the bed. I felt weak and helpless as he got me in position to shakle my ankles.

"P-Please....Please let me go." I cried as he picked up the duct tape.

He looked at me with a blank face. "I don't think so toots. Your uncle wanted to play with the big dogs and now he has to deal with the biggest dog of them all."

I sniffled as a tear fell out of my eye, "What are you going to do with me?"

He smirked and pulled some tape from the roll. "Let's just say if your uncle doesn't comply to my rules...then you'll be paying some very interesting prices."

"Oh please don't hurt me," I cried, "John will give you what you want, I swear he will!"

"Oh he better little one, because if he doesn't...I'll make your life a living hell" he said as he placed the tape over my mouth. "Now...get some sleep. You've got one hell of a week ahead of you."

I watched him as he backed up and shut the curtains. I could hear his heavy footsteps leaving the room and shutting the door. I also heard him going up the steps slowly. The lights shut off shortly after he reached the top and then the basement door shut with a thud. I couldn't believe I was now trapped in the clutches of this madman. I knew nothing about the business John was into nor did I want to be a part of it. I was so unsure of who to be upset with. Do I blame the two guys that were supposed to take me home? Do I blame The Undertaker for being so conniving....or do I blame the one person who was supposed to keep me safe?