He turns to face me. “Grab her.”
Her frightened eyes find me. They’re pleading for a second chance before it goes too far.
“Please,” she begs, crawling away until her back connects with the wall. “Don’t let him do this. I’ll talk, I’ll try to remember something. Just please, don’t let it go any further.”
I do my best to ignore her. My muscles tense as I walk over and roughly grab her arm. She fights like a stray cat that’s just been caught by their scruff. Nails rake across my wrist, her body twisting violently as she tries to wrench free. Her tears run down her pale face as she mumbles the same beseeching pleas over and over in a frantic mess. Dante moves in from the other side, pulling her backwards until her ass falls into the chair.
She screams, “No, no, no. Please stop!”, as we zip-tie her to the chair with her hands behind her back.
The chair almost falls back as she bucks trying to escape us.
Dante plants his weight behind it, stepping on the bottom piece to hold it steadily to the concrete below.
“I want you to hold her still while I finish this,” he snaps.
I don’t give myself time to hesitate.
She cries out as I pitch forward, hands clamping down on her shoulders, driving her back into the chair to keep herrestrained until Dante is finished zip-tying her lower and upper arms to the wooden brackets.
“Please,” she cries, tears streaking down her face. “I’ll do anything. I’ll call my father. I’ll find out whatever you need to know!”
Dante stands behind her firmly after finishing the restraints. He then tosses a nod over toward the water bucket beside the chair. “Your move.”
With that, my hands leave her shoulders. His hands replace mine, but instead of going back to her shoulders, they go to her hair. He grabs it all in one swift notion, wrapping it around his hand. Her head darts backwards as he grips it tightly.
She chokes out a sob, hands pulling uselessly against the restraints as I lean over to grab the bucket from the ground.
Before I can reach it, she starts to buck crazily again. She kicks me one good time in the shin causing me to grunt and buckle slightly.
Dante lets out a loud chuckle. “Did you really fucking forget to restrain her legs?” He kicks the remaining zip-ties on the floor over to me.
My eyes roll in annoyance as I grip her left ankle, pinning it to the chair’s leg. After grabbing the zip-tie, I secure it firmly around that ankle and repeat it with the other one as well.
This is the first time I’ve ever had to do this to a woman, and I truly did not like the feeling of committing this act. Idon’t even want to be here, but fucking Dante had to skip to this shit.
I know she would fall apart with just a few simple threats. We don’t actually have to follow through with physical assault.
But we are.
Dante stands behind her, waiting on me as he holds her in place.
With a faltered breath, I take the rag from the side of the bucket, tossing it onto her face. That helps the guilt I feel since I won’t be able to see her expressions as we do this to her.
With that, I lift the bucket up above her and tilt it forward, dumping water slowly over her face. She gasps instinctively.
I’m sure her lungs are seizing and fighting for air. She coughs violently as she thrashes against the chair. Dante doesn’t let up, his knuckles turning white as he clings to her brunette hair, holding her head back firmly.
Her cries dissolve into gurgling wet sounds, her whole body jerking in place as she battles for a breath.
“Ready to talk?” he asks calmly, lifting her head back up. I pull the bucket back to stop the flow of water as he does.
She shakes her head, continuing to cough roughly.
She wanted to talk moments ago just because of the fearof being suffocated by water, but now she isn’t wanting to budge at all.
Dante looks up at me from her, before nodding his head in approval to continue.
We do this over and over. Each time having to go and fill up the bucket, just to come back and restart and do it all over again.
