Page 281 of Nobody's Girl

CHAPTER 49

ALYSSA

The room is dark, except for one small light. I see a chair sitting under the light, but no one is in it. I try to move and find I can’t. I look up to see my hands are tied to the headboard of a rusty iron bed. My feet are tied at the bottom of the bed to the rusty rails of the footboard.

Looking down, I see a lacey, blue nightgown which just covers my body to the tops of my thighs. I try to scream for help, but there’s something in my mouth almost choking me. The choking sensation seems to turn on my senses. I feel intense pain all over my body and groan in agony

The smell of cigar smoke fills my nostrils. Someone is in here, hiding in the shadows. I move my head frantically, trying to see where the person might be. I see a red glow from the cigar I smell. It’s not that far away from me. Then I hear a voice—a man’s voice.

“I wouldn’t wear myself out, trying to get out of the bonds I’ve put you in, Mrs. Fontaine,” the man says.

It’s him, the crazy man, Stiles. His chubby, round face with straggly, thin, grey hairs surrounding it comes into the light just enough for me to see him.

His voice a hiss, he says, “Glad you’re awake now. It wasn’t much fun with you asleep, but I managed.”

What? What the hell has he done to me?

I pull at the ropes that hold me tight to the lumpy bed. He comes closer to me. I struggle even harder to get free. His hand reaches out, lifting the bottom of my nightgown up as he looks underneath it.

He holds up his other hand. A light blue pair of silk panties is hanging on his finger. He begins to twirl them around. I realize they’re mine and try in vain to scream.

“I’m afraid the gag was something I had to do to you, as I can’t stand the ugly accent you have. I have to tell you I’m sorry, as it would seem I used maybe a bit too much morphine when I drugged you. You were very unresponsive even as I did the dirtiest things to you, Mrs. Fontaine. Otherwise, you could have enjoyed them too.”

Tears start to run down my cheeks. They burn as they do, making me realize they’re scraped up. He must have beaten me. I can taste blood in my mouth. I look down to see my knees are scraped as well. He senses I’m figuring out he’s hurt me in more ways than one.

“Hope you don’t mind, honey. I like to get rough with my girls.”

I see his hand coming to my face slowly, then he pulls it back up really fast, bringing it down on my cheek with a hard slap. I try to scream again and almost choke as I do. Tears stream down my face.

“That turned a nice shade of red. I like that,” he says to himself. “Stop crying or I’ll do it again!” he yells at me.

His nature changes extremely suddenly as he kneels down beside me, looking into my eyes. “Please stop, please stop crying,” he says. “I just want to make you feel good. I didn’t want to hurt you, but you made me do it. You should have stayed away and let Karen have that rich fucker. She doesn’t have everything you have. She’s plain like her mother. You should have given him up so she could have a chance with him. Now that I’ve taken you away from him, maybe now he’ll take her. I need the money. I have special needs I have to pay for. I can’t afford it on my own, you know. Maybe I won’t kill you. Maybe I’ll just keep you here. You could do the things I need. How about that? I can leave you alive if you agree to not run away and do what I need. It’s not so bad. Lots of people do it. Just nod your head if you agree.”

The tears have not stopped flowing. I nod my head yes, hoping to fool him into letting me go.

“No shit! You agree?  I can’t believe it. You want me, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod my head yes again.

“I knew it. I want to let one of your arms loose. Promise me you won’t try to do anything crazy. I want to see if you can do what I need done.”

I nod my head yes again.

He stands up and takes a knife out of his back pocket. He opens it, then looks at me intently. Somehow I’ve managed to stop my tears. I have a hard time concentrating on what I need to do, as my brain feels fuzzy.

The knife grazes my cheek on purpose as he brings it up to cut the rope tying my right hand to the rusty railing of the headboard. I act like I like the feeling of the knife on my face, as I hope it throws him off.

I feel the freedom as the rope is cut, letting my arm fall. Unfortunately, my arm is asleep. I can’t move it. It falls limply onto the bed. I try to move it, but it just won’t move right.

“Give me your hand,” the sweaty man commands me.

I try very hard, but I can’t move it. I move my head back and forth, trying to get him to take the gag out of my mouth.

“I’ve broken you,” he cries, then tears stream down his chubby, red cheeks.

I shake my head no, hoping he’ll let me go. Suddenly he changes again.

“You stupid piece of shit! Of course you broke her,” he says to himself as he turns away from me.  “You can’t do anything right. Now you have no choice but to kill her. They can’t find her like this, or you’ll go to prison. You can’t go there. They’ll rape you. You’re far too tender to go there, Darren.” His voice is high pitched. It’s as if he’s impersonating a woman.