Brandon was a few years older than me, but he really felt like a little brother. He picked out the blue track shorts and a white and blue tank top that had blue sneakers printed on it. We could hear Garrett and James talking behind us, but each time they stopped talking, Brandon would pause and turn to see if they were still standing there. I felt bad for him. He still really feared being left alone.
I proudly carried my bag with Tina the unicorn to the car and thanked Garrett for the lunch at Taco, Taco and the stuffed animal factory. We went directly to the restaurant to meet everyone for dinner. Sam, Josh, and Ali were already there, and we started talking about her ankle.
Andrew walked in with James and Brandon. I didn’t know all of the details, but I knew that Andrew had recently separated from his violent girlfriend and had been living at Josh’s house. I liked Andrew and thought he was a really nice guy, but I hadn’t spoken much to him except for a few passing comments here and there. I thought it was nice of him to come to my birthday dinner.
There were a few conversations going on at the table while we waited for the food. I talked some, but I was more comfortable sitting back and listening to everyone. Ali and Josh carried on playfully, and I couldn’t help but notice how James had his hand stretched across the back of Brandon’s chair. Brandon talked basketball with Garrett and Andrew as Sam and James conversed.
Suddenly, I had the idea to go to the ladies’ room and make a quick video for Garrett. I tried to contain my excitement and casually walked to the bathroom. Once I was behind the closed door of the stall, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.
Knowing I didn’t have a lot of time on my hands, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees with my panties. I hit the record button as I pulled my pussy lips apart. The thrill of making videos for Garrett was always so exciting. I’d been making the videos for a while now. He’d go off to work and I’d send him a video of me playing with myself. But rarely did I make them in public. A few times while I was out with Ali, I’d done it. There was something so dirty and sexy, yet liberating, about making him videos while I was out of the house.
When I heard the bathroom door open, the thrill intensified as my pulse sped up. I pushed my finger in and out of my wet pussy, making sure the video captured my glistening finger. I ended the video with an up-close view of my swollen clit. I was eager to get home so he could lick and suck on it to his heart’s content.
Happy with the video, it sent it to Garrett’s cell phone before I pulled my pants up and put my phone back in my pocket. I washed my hands and headed back to the table. As our table came into view, Garrett had his phone in his hand and was staring at me. It was hard for me to maintain my composure, but I managed to sit down without bursting out into laughter. I reached for my soda and sipped on the straw as Garrett leaned toward me.
“I’m going to suck on that clit until you beg me to stop.”
As politely as possible, I hurried through dinner and cake. I was eager to get home to receive the gift of his mouth and take him up on his threat.
14
Garrett
One Month Later
After I cleanedup my hand using some packaged damp cloths, I made my way into the emergency room. Roz and Terrence had brought in three more young adults who had been rescued from some shitty house in the Hollywood area. There was only one man watching these three, and when we entered the house, he took off running out the back door.
I’d chased him down and made sure he knew I was pissed for having to chase him. Fucker. Of course, like all of these other fucking pieces of shit, they all remained silent. None of them ever gave up a name. And since these fucking kink houses seemed to still exist and crop up, I was more wary about Sebastian being the ringleader of the smaller houses.
The three that had been rescued were fresh into the house, though. I knew they were because they didn’t seem to buy into the fact that they were supposedly there for their own good, or a better way of life. They all cried and begged us to get them out of there. All three of them had been reported missing by their families and ranged in age from eighteen to twenty years old. The fact that all of them were from the Malibu area pointed to the likelihood of there being a serial kidnapper out there. I had my suspicion who it was.
I hadn’t originally thought Elijah Hamilton was the ringleader in all of this. But after all three of these kids confirmed that their psychologist had a hand in them ending up at the kink house, I knew that we had to find Dr. Elijah Hamilton. The three kids were being interviewed by Roz and Terrence to find out exactly how long they had known Elijah. There were so many questions.
How long had the bonding and trust relationships been going on between him and his patients?
How early on had he selected the patients? Did some turn out not to meet whatever the fuck his criteria was?
There had to be a way to find this fucker. We weren’t looking in the right place. All of the victims that had been rescued so far had been interviewed, some multiple times. I had pulled everything out of Salem and occasionally asked her things. I decided that I needed to try to talk to Brandon again. Brandon had a photographic memory and had been the most useful with the investigation. I’d hoped that after talking with him again, I’d have some sort of lead.
I was desperate for a lead in the case because I didn’t know how much longer I could continue to find victims who pointed to that prick.
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“I knowwe’ve been through all the questions forward and backward several times, but is there anything else that you can tell me about Dr. Hamilton?” I asked Brandon as I leaned back in the chair.
James sat beside Brandon while I talked to him. I was sure he was focusing heavily on Brandon’s reactions and the way he said things. I would do that with Salem, but I didn’t have near the training that James had with this sort of thing.
“What about your interactions with him before you ended up at Sebastian’s? Did he ever say that he had hobbies, or did he mention that he liked to do certain things in his spare time?”
“Hobbies?” Brandon repeated.
“Yeah. Anything, Brandon. If you can think of anything he said to you, or places that he took you, it might give us a lead as to how we can find him,” I explained.
“Anything, pup?” James asked Brandon.
James had his arm stretched across the back of Brandon’s chair and stroked his shoulder. Brandon’s eyes left mine for a moment, and when he looked at me again, he gave me new info that I thought would possibly come in handy.
“He liked to row.”
