“Nope.” Prue looks at me, tears still pouring down her face. Her tears remind me why I’m picking a fight with a man whose family is worth a billion dollars.
“You want me to get the case back open? Have you arrested again, add kidnapping to your rap sheet?”
“Kind of. But I’m hoping we can make a deal.”
“What deal do you think you could possibly offer me? I have all the power here.”
“Not really. What’s your master plan? Keep Prue as your little housewife to make Mommy and Daddy happy? Beat her insecret, force her to take your small cock and just get everything you ever wanted?”
“Yes. Pretty much. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to beat her too much, but judging by how she keeps running off with you, I’m thinking it’s going to take like six or seven times to get the message through to her.”
My blood boils and I take a moment to study the shape of Prue’s face. The bruise from the first night we met is gone, but I still remember the way it looked sitting below her eye.
“She didn’t run away with me,” I say. “I took her. She put up quite a fight too. Wouldn’t shut up about how much she wanted to stay put and marry you, but I’m just so damn crazy about the girl. I couldn’t stand it, so I took her.”
“So, you’re admitting to kidnapping her.” Charles laughs. “Going to angle for mentally unstable?”
“No need to angle for it. Anyone who knows me can see I’ve clearly gone insane for her.” Prue stares at me, biting her lip. “But that’s not the fucking point.” I sigh. “You don’t deserve her, you know that, right? She is far too good for either of us, but if you’re who she wants.” Prue shakes her head, pressing her hand to my chest. I cover it with my own. “Then I guess I have to let you have her, but I have conditions.”
“Conditions?” he snaps.
“You can’t beat her. Violence isn’t how you control a girl like Prue. She response better to pleasure. She’ll do anything you ask after you make her cum a half a dozen times. I’m sure that’s going to be a bit of a struggle for a guy like you, but just buy her a vibrator and I’m sure she will find a way to reward herself.”
Prue’s eyes do one loop, almost against her will, before resting back on me. A single tear rolls down her cheek.
“You are such a piece of shit,” Charles mutters.
“You can’t hurt her, okay? If I ever find out, and I will find out, that you laid a hand on her, I will come and cut off the micro penis we both know you have and make you eat it.”
“So, if I promise to never beat her, you’ll give her back, just like that?”
“If you promise to never beat or rape her, I will drop her off at her father’s doorstep in an hour.”
“Fine. Deal.”
“I need to hear you say it, Charles.”
“Fine,” he groans. “I will never beat or rape her…”
“Who?”
He groans again, “I will never beat or rape Prue, again.”
“Hmmm. So, you admit you did it before?”
“Fuck you,” Charles yells. “Yes, okay? The little bitch couldn’t just let me have my fucking fun, and I beat her. I hurt her bad too. You should’ve seen her. It was fucking great, watching that little slut bleed and scream in pain. Then I fucked her. Just tore that little pussy up.”
I’m glad Prue can’t hear what he is saying. I don’t want those words running around in her pretty little head. It’s bad enough she had to live it.
“Woah there, buddy,” I say, cutting him off before he can say anything else. “Almost sounds like you’re going to have a hard time keeping your end of the deal.”
“You fucking asshole!” he screams. “You’re just dicking me around, aren’t you?”
“Trust me. I would never dick you around. You’re not my type.”
“You fucking piece of shit. When I get my hands on you, they won’t be able to identify you from anything but the blood that soaks the earth I kill you over.”
“Kinky,” I say, hanging up.
