Chapter 84

Lucky

My head is throbbing. The red head is back and she is standing at the end of the bed. “You need to piss?” As much as I do the thought of going in front of her makes me cringe.

She is holding a grey, metal bucket in her left hand. In her right she holds the gun and points it at me. “I would love to blow your fucking brains out right now and watch them splatter all over the walls. It’d be a pretty picture to send to…” she stops. Was she just about to tell me who is waiting for me?

I have had images come to me. A tall, powerful looking man, dark hair, startling blue eyes. He has a regal nose and muscles that should be illegal. His name eludes me right now but at least my memory seems to be coming back to me.

I narrow my eyes at her. “Do what the hell you like, I don’t give a damn. If it makes you happy, shoot me you bitch!”

She raises her eyebrows at me and tilts her head. “Feisty cunt, aren’t you?” Her Russian accent strong. Obviously, it seems she has not spent too much time in my country.

I say nothing. Who knows how unpredictable this woman is. “Here,” she places the bucket on the floor and shoves it with her black boot towards the bed. “You can piss in this. I will untie you but you try anything stupid, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the head.”

My brain tells me that she is full of shit. I am her commodity. Whatever reason she is holding me for like this, makes me worth something. There is no way she will shoot me, she’d have no bargaining chip. That makes me pretty indispensable. All I need to do, when she is gone, is figure out a way how to get out of here.

The woman comes towards me and lowers her chest down. I can feel her warm breath against my ear. I want to turn my head and bite her, only I know that would be the most stupid thing to do. I need to bide my time. There will be a way out of here.

“No funny business, Princess. We don’t want to see your brains everywhere. The mess, can you imagine? And I don’t want to hire in the clean-up gang.” She pauses. “Yet.”

What does that mean? She gets whatever it is she is after then kills me anyway? Suddenly, my heart feels like it has stopped beating. It didn’t cross my mind that death would be my final outcome. Yet as I turn, I can see from the glint in her crazy looking eyes, that she has her plan firmly in place.

She’ll no doubt get what she wants then I’ll be history as they say. Why, I wonder, then do I not fear for my life. It’s like some kind of calmness washes over me. Surely, I would feel scared? What the hell is wrong with me?

She unlocks the cuffs that keep me chained to the bed. I bring my wrists in front of me and rub them. Already, I can see the redness of my skin and dried blood where they have cut in.

“Up,” she says waving the gun in my face. She places the end against my cheek. It feels strangely cold. “Remember, one wrong move and you’re bye bye.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I hiss at her wanting to spit in her face that is perfectly made up. The woman as much as I detest her, is of model quality with her high cheekbones, straight nose and eyes that bore right into you.

Clearly, she isn’t going to give me any space. Desperate not to pee myself, I undo my pants and slide them down my thighs with my panties then squat on the bucket. Degrading much. I swallow the bile that sits in the back of my throat and cast my eyes around the room searching for anything that could be my escape route.

There is nothing. The heavy door she has closed and locked upon entering the room. The small window will take some getting out of and who only knows what is at the other side. It probably doesn’t open anyway.

She holds the gun to the top of my head as I pee. When I am finished, I pull my panties back up and my bottoms doing the zipper up. “Good, now get back on the bed.” Her voice is commanding as I do what she says. Afterall, I’m not ready to have my brains blown out.

Whoever the man is I recall, something tells me he is coming for me.

“I will be back, we are going to make us nice little video to send,” she tells me menacingly.

“What video?” Is she sex trafficking me perhaps? Is that what this is about?

“Not worry your head, Princess. It will be a message to send that I am being serious about chopping your head off if my demands are not met!”

I watch as she leaves me chained back up, locking the door behind her.