"Mrs Music"

Chapter 4

Mr Smirky stands up and nods at 'The wall' who turns and walks out of the door he came in. I watch him leave and I turn back to Mr Smirky, who has stood up and is just circling round to the back of my chair. I sit still, turning my face forward again, looking at the seat of the chair he has just vacated. I wonder if it's still warm, he's been sat on it for a while. I lift my freezing bare feet and place them onto the chair. It is still a little warm. Where the hell did that thought come from?? For all I know he's just about to bash my head in, shoot me or cut my throat, and I'm not even scared. I should be thinking of ways to stay alive but I can't. I am a little unnerved as he is standing directly behind me, and I'm wondering what his intentions are, but actually, despite being convinced I'm going to die here, I don't feel afraid. I have been wanting out of my marriage for many years, but being murdered by someone else wasn't the way i visualised finally being free of Shaun.
Being murdered BY Shaun however did regularly cross my mind, so much so that I had quietly been making plans for my kids futures if I am ever missing or found dead.
I'm not about to waste what are likely to be my last moments on earth thinking about Shaun, and the wasted life I have led with him.
I close my eyes and instead focus on the images of my beautiful kids, and hear their voices. My 18 year old daughter Bo telling me she's lucky to have me as her mum, and my 19 year old son Shay telling me he will always keep me safe.
My eyes still closed I smile to myself. At that moment i feel warm breath on the right side of my neck, and smell that same woody scent I noticed on the fleecy blanket wrapping my shivering form. My eyes snap open and I attempt to stand up, but my head is held in place...... Mr Smirky has my loose bun in his hand and tugs on it just firmly enough to keep me in place. I gasp at that unexpected development and feel an electric sensation between my legs, as if my scalp is directly attached to my core! He quietly laughs.
He has the nerve to fucking laugh!! Arsehole!

"Are you going to tell me your name at least? Oh, and maybe you could tell me what you hope to achieve by killing me too?" I snap

Silence

I feel warm soft moisture on my neck and realise he is very gently licking me, his tongue barely touching me, from the neckline of the gown, up to my ear. I shudder. Oh come on!!! Really??? Abducted, soon to be murdered for unknown reasons isn't enough? He's going to rape me too!?
Not if I have anything to do with it!
I make a fist and whip my left hand up directly above my head, connecting with the top of his head. This obviously shocks him as he stands up allowing my right fist to make contact with his abdomen. Christ...... that is one firm stomach!
He lets out a groan and in a second is moving around the chair to take up a position infront of me. At the same time I jump up and attempt to run, but trip on the bloody fleecy blanket and fall forward, colliding with him. He grips me to his chest and holds me still. When I stop fighting he sets me on my feet and steps back from me. The blanket is now at my feet.
He bites his bottom lip and stares at me....... I remember my present state of undress and bring my arms up across my chest to hide my very stiff nipples. Strange because under his gaze I don't feel cold anymore?!
This causes him to laugh out loud at me. Covering my chest has just shortened my gown by at least 3 inches, leaving my knickers exposed! Fuck my life!

"I think we should start over" he says, holding out his right hand.

"Do you seriously want me to shake your hand?" I reply, turning my head away from his gaze and slapping out at his hand.

He ignores my question.
"My name is Yoongi. No matter you won't tell me your name.... I know all about you" he says whilst grabbing my hand between both of his.

I turn and look at him, shock apparently clear on my face, as he says "oh yes, I know who you are Mrs Santana", his face expressionless. He guides my shocked form into the chair behind me and bends to pick up the blanket. He hands it to me and watches me as I pull it up under my neck and over my legs, more as protection than for warmth. He steps forward and I flinch and close my eyes. Here it comes.... the violence! The beatings i regularly get from Shaun often start with me giving him some lip, and he also wears that very same face. But Yoongi doesn't hit me.
Ok, so he's going to emotionally torment me first, he'll let me think he isnt going to slap me for so long, waiting until I eventually let down my guard and that's when it will come. I've played this game long enough to know how it goes. He is leaving it a very long time though. I open my eyes and he is one pace away from me, just dispassionately looking down at me. In a flash he moves forward, I expect the crack across my face any second and turn my head to the right to try to avoid the inevitable explosive pain on its way, but again it doesn't come. Instead he is standing over me, his legs either side of mine, locking me in position. I turn my head back to face him and come face to face with his groin! He raises a hand to my left cheek and trails his thumb along my jaw, down my neck and then around to my low bun, gently gripping it in his hand. He lets out a low growl, then sucks air through his teeth and steps back from me.
Ok Mr, you are certainly toying with me, enjoying tormenting me. I resolve to not show him my fear. That always infuriates Shaun and my beating is inevitably worse, but I have a feeling that isn't going to be the case here.

I consider what he has just said about knowing me. Ok, he knows my married surname. Lots of people do. I am married to the owner of one of the UK music industries top agencies. I'm at lots of parties and awards ceremonies with the most talented and well known artists in the world, often papped at events and appearing in newspapers and magazines. Knowing my surname isnt information...... half of the UK know it too!

I smile at him. He looks surprised.

"Ok" I say. "Let's start again. You're right, I am Mrs Santana, but if we are going to be spending any period of time together then I guess you can call me Mackenzie". I've learned from watching real life crime shows that a kidnap victims survival rate can be greatly increased if they form a bond with their captor. I hold out my hand for him to shake, but he grips it between both of his again, and then lifts it to his mouth to kiss the tips of my fingers. Is that just manners for him? He is clearly not English.

I'm shocked, and confused....... and honestly, a little excited!
Wait...... what?! My kidnapper is behaving like a man in love after half an hour and I'm impressed and turned on by that?!
Jesus, it's true that I've been deprived of any loving, physical contact for a number of years now, but surely I'm not so desperate for love and attention that I'm going to fall into the arms of this Kidnapper, Am I?
I try to mask my surprise. I hope that the small gasp I felt my throat make was not audible, and control my thoughts by sending a small smile his way. All those years of practice I have had in the art of appearing sincere and engaged, shaking hundreds, if not thousands of hands, making small talk with over privileged, self absorbed and spoilt artists, their managers, PR staff, record execs and producers. This role had been forced upon me by Shaun, my 'job' as his wife. I hear Shauns voice in my head.
"Shut up, smile, speak if spoken to only and don't make a fuss if anyone touches you........ anywhere! You're mine to do with as I please, and you'll do as I say, no question" he says.
I have found that it has been useful though. Controlling my feelings of nausea as Shauns gross old associates paw at my body, keeping my smile in place, laughing at their jokes and listening to their ever so dull stories with interest etched into my features is just too easy now, and has helped Shaun become the most successful music producer and promoter in England, earning the media nickname of 'Mr Music'.
He tells me I have only one talent, which is being able to size a person up within a couple of minutes of talking to them. I have an instinct. I instinctively know how to behave around people to get from them the information Shaun requires. I have yet to fail any given task, always getting what Shaun wants, although I'm not proud of the myself for helping my husband to dig up dirt on his competitors for the purposes of blackmail. I have not yet had my instincts about people proven wrong ....... not even with Shaun, although I chose to ignore my gut when it came to him because I was certain I was in love. He truly did pull the wool over my eyes!