Chapter 22 Punishment
Present Day
Sade
I am parked with my equipment, taking photos and videos of my next target. This process will take me a while. I am meticulous and don’t leave things to chance. Tomilono knows this, so he gives me a generous timeline to have it accomplished.
In between doing that, I watch Rain on the cameras. She seems more upset tonight than she has been, so I am watching more closely. I know I have removed anything sharp she may use to harm herself, anything she could use to try to remove the cuff, anything she could possibly turn into a weapon. So, I’m not sure what she’s going to do. Sometimes she still manages to surprise me.
My target is now at a local bar with his friends. It’s a small bar so I can keep tabs on him and see him through the front windows of the establishment. Tomorrow I will need to go and install some cameras around his door, and have Angelino, Tomilino’s IT guy, hack any alarm systems he has.”
My phone pings and I look at the incoming text message, “Did you get the information?”
“Yes, I am watching the target now.”
“Good, keep me informed.”
“I will.”
“How is your domestic situation, is everything in place?”
“Yes, I have contingency plans in the works should I need them as well.”
“I would expect nothing less. Let me know if you need any assistance with your project.”
With that and without waiting for a reply, the messages cease and the contact is terminated.
I am settling in to take more video, when something on my personal tablet screen catches my eye. I focus on it and pick it up to watch. Rain is throwing things around the bathroom and bedroom, and though I don’t have the audio on right now, I can plainly see she’s screaming. I find that I am still fascinated. She’s clearly enraged, and I did expect her to react somewhat like this.
I see her start to tug at her ankle cuff over and over, trying to yank her leg out of it or get it to come off. She’s pulling viciously at the chain attached to the wall. Over and over again, and I can clearly see she is injuring herself by doing it. I start the car worried that if I don’t get there and stop her she might actually seriously hurt herself in her frenzy.
The next moment she surprises me, and this surprise I very much do not like. I see her grab a lamp from the side table, she rips the shade off, then grabs it like a baseball bat. She rears back and slams it into the wall, and it makes a dent. She starts hitting it over and over again. I suddenly realize what she’s trying to do and what she’s figured out on some level.
She’s breaking open the wall, thinking she can get in and remove the section of wall the metal plate is connected to. So, she thinks if she removes that she’ll run, ankle cuff, chain, and wall all together. Now, I am angry.
I pick up my phone and dial a number, “Yes.”
“Execute the agreed-upon protocol, just the boy this time, but make sure she gets the message loud and clear, so make it brutal.”
“Understood, on my way now.”
“Wait until my signal before you execute, she needs to witness it.”
I disconnected the phone and raced to the house, focused on stopping her from hurting herself and destroying the room in her anger. This moves up my other plans. I will need to concentrate on taking out this next target so I can wrap everything up here.
When I park I jump out of the car. I’m surprised I can hear her screaming out here. I also hear all of the banging, so she’s still at it. I open the front door and race up the stairs. There’s no door so I am faced with the room that has been tossed, there are chunks of the wall scattered about the floor. I get behind her and grab the lamp as she swings it at me. Then I body slam her on the bed, and get the restraints and gag on her, and she’s screaming, kicking, hitting, scratching, and biting the whole time.
By the time she’s taken care of, we are both bleeding and all disheveled. I look around and just shake my head. I can see that she has torn open her ankle in several places, so I’ll need to see to that, however one other thing needs to happen first.
While I am looking her straight in the eye, I make a phone call, “Do it.”
Then I use my phone to pull up the live streaming camera in an apartment, in another town. As soon as I transfer the camera feed from my phone, as soon as she recognizes him, her eyes get huge and she’s shaking her head, and screaming through the gag in her mouth. “I told you that you wouldn’t like it if I had to punish you. So, observe your punishment."
As we watch there’s an 18-year-old boy sitting at his desk playing on his computer. There’s no one else in the apartment right now, and then you see a figure on another camera as they enter through the front door, and they are wearing a mask and gloves. The figure makes its way to the boy’s room.
The door is flung open, and the masked intruder attacks the boy. He beats him repeatedly, kicks him, and throws him around. Then he looks at the camera before he simply walks back out, leaving the boy beaten and bloody on the floor.
The whole time she screamed, she begged, and cried as much as she could through the gag. Now, she’s still, tears still streaming down her face in rivers. She’s still and now no longer making noise, just staring at the ceiling as the tears flow.
“Now you know I was very serious. Their lives are in your hands. The next time you pull shit like this or hurt yourself, I’ll have him go to Sarah and that will be more physical of an altercation, not just a beating. So, don’t push me Rain. You are mine. You will always be mine. I will never let you go, you belong with me. Now, be good, and don’t fuck with me.”
She doesn’t move, she doesn’t make a sound, and I just clean up the room as she lies there, and she doesn’t stop crying.