Destined

Fifty Two

Pain. I was in a lot of pain. My lower jaw hurt. As though someone had pulled it off me and then tried to sew it back on. The back of my head, yeah that hurt too. I was afraid to open my eyes, afraid of what I'd see. I knew for a fact I wasn't in my house any more. I also knew I was tied up, if the constriction of my movements was anything to go by. I remembered everything all at once. My attacker, the struggle, the drugs. And I could feel, with charring clarity, that I might not make it out of there alive.

"Kristina Sanders,"

I opened my eyes and my eyes met exactly whom I expected to see. He was standing a few feet in front of me. I looked around. I was on a wooden floor of some cabin. My wrists tied together behind my back. I could see boarded up windows, a sofa behind him, a narrow hallway to his side and a closed door further behind him. I looked back at him, he had his arms folded, looking at me like he'd just won the lottery.

"Professor Darke," I mumbled.
"Oh, I'm not a professor anymore, thanks to you. No, now I'm just plain old Godfrey Darke. Lost my job, my freedom, every thing, just because you couldn't keep your little mouth shut,"
"You were abusing your position,"

I don't know why I said it. I knew better. When someone has the upper hand on you, don't play hero. Not when the outcome isn't in your favor.

He laughed, "You girls are all the same. You treat us like dogs. Dangle a piece of meat in front of us, daring us to jump up and bite, but when we do, you act like we were wrong,"

Did he just call me a piece of meat?

"You're delusional," I said.
"I'm perfectly fine my dear. Did you think I'd have just left, without a fight, without a parting gift?"
"I know you raped Alya," I said. "I don't know who else you hurt, but you're going to pay for them all,"
"Will I? And how do you suppose that'll happen? No one knows you're here. I think they just realized you're missing. You think they'll suspect me? They won't even know where to look for you,"
"Have you been hiding here all these months?"
"Didn't have much choice now, did I? But I found ways to entertain myself," he turned and grabbed a laptop from the sofa placing it in front of me.

I watched with morbid horror as my room showed up on screen. And there I was, pulling on pajama shorts. My eyes widened. Vince appeared in the video. We talked for a bit. And then we were kissing. I gasped as I realized it was a video of the previous night. But I couldn't look away, shock and disgust running through me. He'd been watching us. Vince was facing me, not the camera, but anyone who knew him could tell it was him.

On the other hand, I was probably the star of my own porno. The camera showed everything after I'd undressed. My breasts were on display, the rest of me would have been too if Vince wasn't standing in front of me, blocking me. I watched as we moved to the bed, luckily, the camera didn't have much range, but it wasn't hard to figure out what we were doing. Especially since the lower halves of our bodies could still be seen. I frowned. We'd inadvertently made a sex tape.

"You were watching us?" I asked.
He stood straighter, taking his laptop with him, "Oh I've been watching. It's like you knew I was, though. Doing all those little dances for me. Walking around naked after your showers, just taunting me,"

I felt bile rise up my throat. Just how long had he been watching? From the looks of it, the camera was placed somewhere atop my shelf.

"What do you want?" I asked.
"Lots of things actually, but unfortunately, you can't give them all. But that's alright, after I'm done with you, I'll leave,"
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked.

He came to me and bent over to my head level, gripping my chin so tightly it hurt even more.

"Now where's the fun in that? No, I'm not going to kill you, I won't need to. If I'm lucky, you'll probably kill yourself after. But I'm taking what you denied me all those months ago. You can't honestly tell me no, not when I have indisputable proof of your relationship with Delavigne,"