Red Tiles

chapter 10

   I woke up still in the strange room, groggy from sleep. I was all sprawled out, covered only by a thin sheet. The only light in the room came from a dimly lit candle.

I tried to get up, panicked, but was stopped by something. My hands, I couldn't move them. My wrists were tied to the corners of the headboard, my ankles tied to the end railings. Is that...cord?

No, no no no no, how could this be happening? I'd been with that agent the entire time! With every tug I made, the burning sensation around my wrists and ankles became worse. I was tied with cords. What the heck? This is not something I would have ever agreed to. I had an odd, somewhat-warm feeling in my lower area. There was a wetness. I lifted my torso up, and realized what it was.

Did I have sex with someone last night and just don't remember? I was quite sore down there. Judging by the amount of body fluid I secreted, I must have gotten a little too friendly with someone. I tried hard to remember, but it was all just a blur.

*flashback*

There were loud, heavy breaths. Cold, eager hands rubbing my torso as a fairly thin woman crawled over my body, propping herself up on my waist. She leaned over me on all fours, sliding a gentle hand down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my underwear. Goosebumps formed on my body. She tugged my waistband a bit then let it go. The elastic snapped against my skin, causing me to wince. Her gentle laugh sounded distant, as if it were miles away. I stared up into the woman's eyes and froze. Jinx.

She leaned her face close to mine, then moved down, pressing her red lips against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. She slowly kissed my chest, making her way lower ever so slowly. As one of her hands slid under me, touching my back, the other one inching it's way past my waist band, gently rubbing over the thin fabric; my whole body tensed. Before I could protest, Jinx sat up on my waist and reached over to her nightstand, grabbing scissors from the drawer. My heart began to race.

"Jinx," I breathed, shaking my head. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't form words. Quickly, Jinx cut the center and straps of my bra, then the sides of my underwear, throwing both shredded articles on the floor, and proceeded look my body over, scanning every inch of me with her eyes. She dropped the scissors on the floor and continued where she'd left off, kissing my lower stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force my legs closed but it was no use. I was tied tight. She laughed at my struggles, obviously enjoying the sound. As she moved her frigid hands lower, I could feel the pressure building inside. A pressure deep inside my gut that I'd only experienced once before. Then, as I felt her fingers entering my heat, a loud, harsh gasp escaped from my mouth.

*End of flashback*

I heard footsteps coming closer to the room, and started to feel relieved. But, as soon as Jinx's face appeared, that feeling of relief was quickly replaced with fear and confusion.

"Well good morning, sleepy head. I thought you were never gonna wake up." She sat on the edge of the bed, a big smile on her face. She had just a little bit of makeup on, and it was smudged around her eyes a bit, and her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. I noticed how she had on a loose t-shirt, clearly no bra, and no pants. Odd.

"How do you feel?" I was tired, sore, and confused.

"What do you mean how do I feel?" I exclaimed. "I'm tied to a bed, naked, while you did God-knows-what to me while I was asleep! Why did you do that to me!?" She smirked, rubbing her hand up and down my stomach, which was only protected by the thin, cotton sheets.

"My Love, I only did what you wanted. You never said 'no'. And I know for a fact you enjoyed it just as much as I did," she taunted.

Jinx quickly yanked the sheet back. I squeezed my eyes shut, looking away as she glanced down at my quivering legs.

"Would you like me to untie those for you?" She asked, already knowing what my response would be. She slowly made way towards the end of the bed and untied the tight cords from my ankles, rubbing the bruised ligature marks very gently. It felt kinda nice, actually. She slid her hand up a bit, rubbing my legs.

"My my, someone's feeling pretty good, I see," she teased. I looked at her, and saw the most horrifying thing; even though her eyes were glaring, all I could find was love and kindness. This wasn't right. How could someone who has a heart do such horrid things?

As my mind wandered, I was hit with a sudden realization. Those eyes. I'd seen them a hundred times!

"You! I-I know you! I've seen you. You're the one who picked Chance up from work a few days ago, you were supposed to take her to the airport!"

Finally, I knew she looked familiar.

Wait a minute, I thought, stopping myself. Chance never made it home that night...

My eyes widened and suddenly, I was hit with a wave of coldness and nausea.

"Did you kill Chandler?"