I stood quickly and a chain rattled. I took a step and realized that I was shackled. The chain was around my ankle, and my pants and shoes had been removed, leaving me in my boxers and nothing else.
"What the fuck is this?" I snarled. A loud click echoed in the room and a harsh light turned on, illuminating... I wasn't quite sure what this room was.
"Where am I?" I scanned the room. It was damp in here. The walls were pure stone, the floor cold cement. Across the room was Domino, strapped to a flat medical bed with no rails. I hurried over, finding that the chain was long and reached just fine. "Oh, my Little Doll. Thank fuck. Are you okay?"
I brushed her hair back. She shook her head. "No, Swayze, Grace is?—"
"Psycho? If I am, it's because you made me. You seem to do that to a lot of people. You have way more enemies than friends, Domino Risky." Grace stepped into the room, holding Domino's camera, wearing a Jason mask. She clicked, and the flash went off, blinding us. "This is a perfect moment to capture forever. The calm before the storm."
I turned away from Domino. "What are you doing with us?"
"I'm not doing anything with you." She smirked. "It's quite the opposite. It's what you're going to do with her." Grace pointed to a tripod across the room. It was the red dot I'd seen when I first woke up.
"Why are you filming us?" My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I didn't feel like she was going to kill me, but she had something nefarious planned. Somehow, I felt like this was worse.
"I thought you liked being filmed. Both of you spent all summer making videos and going live at the park, making thousands of dollars, all at the expense of my family's pain. You two shouldn't be together. It's the ultimate betrayal. Seeing you, Koi, and her all happy and in love. It makes me sick to my stomach."
I licked my lips. She was unhinged. Something in her eyes told me her sanity was completely gone. I had to tread carefully. "What is your plan for us, Grace? We'll do whatever you want if you'll let us go."
"My plan? My plan is to ruin your life like you ruined mine. Like Dennis's. You are currently being streamed live on your website. Last time I looked, you had over twenty thousand people watching you right now. Congratulations."
I looked at the camera. "Hello? Someone call the police! She's kidnapped us!" I screamed, and Grace laughed.
"It's muted. They can see you, but you can't talk to them. They are going to see you for the monster you truly are, not the charming, handsome man you pretend to be for them."
"Grace," I sighed with exasperation. "Please, just tell me what you want."
"Every time I see you all together, it's like being assaulted. I feel violated, and every night I sob myself to sleep. I want you to feel like I feel, so you are going to get on that bed and make her hurt."
A chill went down my spine.
"What?" I blinked. I looked at the camera. Surely, she didn't expect me to...
"Did I stutter? Hurt her like you've been hurting me. Every single day since she returned, it's been torture." She went to a table I hadn't noticed before and picked up a nail gun.
"Grace…" I lifted my hands. She raised the gun in my direction and pulled the trigger. Domino howled in pain and jerked wildly.
"Stop!" she shrieked. I flipped around and watched her thigh oozing blood. She'd been changed into a white nightgown and blood stained the fabric. "Please, god, don't shoot me!"
"Tell your boyfriend to do what I told him!" Grace bellowed.
"Swayze!" Domino screamed.
"I can't just getitup!" I threw my hands up and tore at my hair. "What the fuck do you expect from me? Violently raping someone doesn't get me off."
"Could have fooled me. I'd suggest you fucking try." She lifted the gun again and quickly my hands shot to my boxers. I pressed my lips together. My hands were shaking.
"Show the world what you're packing, Dennis," Grace ordered.
"Grace, I'll catch a charge." I motioned to the camera.
"You already should be arrested. I wouldn't worry about this crime. What you'll be arrested for is much worse if you don't do what I say."
With trembling hands, I slid my boxers down. My cock was flaccid, and I covered it with my hands and turned away from the camera.
"Now, get on the bed."
I closed my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Domino," I said. My emotions got the best of me, and a tear slid down my face as I climbed on top of her, resting my body between her splayed legs. "Please don't be mad at me. I love you."
