Lost

by Ker Dukey

  And I do, I watch him thunder inside me as we both fall into a blissful state of mind caught between the realms of fantasy and reality. Everything else falls away. All worries, pain and sorrow evaporates as he takes ownership of my body and I take ownership of his soul.

  The water cascades over me, running between my thighs and down my sensitive clit, eliciting further pleasure with the pain of the cuts and his intruding cock in my ass.

  When we both spiral over the edge, his body collapses over mine, his teeth biting into my shoulder as his body shudders and his hot cum floods my ass.

  Un-cuffing me from the faucet but leaving them around my wrists he grins at me. “You look good in cuffs.”

  “We flooded the bathroom,” I point out as I turn the water off and look down at the pool coating our feet.

  He shrugs and throws some towels down on the floor. “It was worth it.” He turns the shower on and tells me to get in.

  When I finally get out of the warm spray he’s fully dressed and holding clothes for me. “I want to put some cream on those cuts, baby.” He gestures to the counter for me to lean over and I have to bite my lip at the images of me just being cuffed there with him balls deep inside me.

  “Don’t do that or I’ll never get to the precinct,” he warns on a low growl.

  After treating my cuts, he helps me slip into my clothes, and then before I come down from the moment he’s managed to handcuff my wrist to the towel rail.

  That was over three hours ago.

  I’m going insane being trapped in here and so freaking mad at him for leaving me cuffed like some kind of animal. My wrist is red raw from my failed attempts to pull it out of the cuff and I’ve been working up the courage to dislocate the thumb to set myself free.

  Picking up a bottle of his aftershave I take a couple of deep gulps of courage before bringing it down on the knuckle of my thumb. A scream rings out from my lungs and I throw up onto the tiled floor. I think I may have broken it rather than dislocating it but I hold my breath and squeeze it through the cuff, shouting out a fuck into the room when I do.

  Grabbing a towel, I make a poor man’s sling to prevent any more damage and go in search for my cell. There are no missed calls from Cole and considering it was him that left me locked up without my phone makes sense that he wouldn’t have tried calling.

  I check the duffle bag with Denny’s cash in is still there and sigh in relief when it is. It’s not the safest way to carry money but somehow I don’t think Frank would take a check.

  Shivers rock through my body as I pull up at the Crimson Apple. Thoughts of Obsidian getting the better of me and then waking up to find myself covered in his blood makes me check my surroundings a few times before getting out of the car.

  I go to the side door I’d seen him and Frank use and tap at the door. A camera turns and glares straight at me. “I want to talk to Frank,” I tell the camera and then wait.

  The door flies open nearly knocking me on my ass. “You have a lot of nerve coming back here.” Frank stands in front of me radiating pure anger.

  “I need help,” I state.

  His lip curls in a snarl. “Are you stupid or just gagging for punishment?”

  “Neither, I have cash for information.”

  “Does this look like an information booth?”

  “I know exactly what this place is, Frank, it’s why I’m here.”

  He approaches me and then looks around the car park. “Where’s your cop friend?”

  “It’s just me.”

  Grabbing my shoulder, he shoves me through the door. It’s an office. A liquor cabinet sits fully stocked to one corner and there’s a huge desk with TVs adorning all the walls.

  “What’s to stop me from killing you?” The deep pitch of his voice should instil fear but I was past people trying to kill me.

  “How about a hundred grand?” I throw the bag on the table. “I just want the CCTV I know you have of the night I was here.”

  His deep laugh leaves a cold echo around the room. He steps up to the bag, opening it and quirking a brow at the stacks of cash inside. “Don’t want anyone seeing what a dark slut you are?”

  “I couldn’t give a shit what people think of me, I know what I like and I explore that, it’s what these clubs are for. I’m looking for someone else on the tape.”

  “You do know the police are all over this club after the stunt you pulled?”

  I look at the monitors on the wall and notice there are no customers in the club, no scenes on display.

  “The guy that did that, that’s who I’m looking for,” I tell him.

  He’s eyes narrow on me. “You’re playing with fire.”

  “I know.”

  “I’ll let you see the tape of that scene but it doesn’t leave here. I have to keep this club protected.”

  “Okay.”

  “And it will cost.”

  “The money is there.” I point to the money he already has.

  “If it gets out that I gave you any information. What do you think got Obsidian killed?” Before I can respond he presses a button on an intercom. “Annalise, get in here now.”

  A few seconds later a door on the far wall opens and Annalise, the girl who is supposedly Obsidian’s sister and the one he lied about being missing, walks through. Asshole.

  Her long legs flow from a skirt that barely contains her ass cheeks. Her tits are pushed up under her chin in a leather bra, showcasing a midriff that’s flat and tanned with a jewel decorating her belly button. Long brown hair cascades down her back and blinding, bright blue eyes give her a unique goddess appeal.

  “Annalise, cater to this client,” Frank commands before leaning right into my space and whispering into my ear. “If it gets out that you got information here, she will be the price. I’ll cut her throat myself.”

  My eyes go from him to her and I nod my head in agreement. I didn’t plan on telling anyone where I got the information, and if he was worried about Angel coming for any of them he shouldn’t be because I planned to find out who and where he was, and after I make him take me to Summer, I was going to kill him.

  Frank leaves with the bag of cash through the same door Annalise entered through.

  “So,” Annalise smiles, sauntering towards me. “What is it you desire?”

  She reaches behind her and unfastens her bra letting her two very large and very fake tits bounce on display. I hold my hand up before she can get too close and take off anything else. “I’m here for information, not…” I point my finger at her exposed flesh, “…Those.”

  Her body tenses and she quickly puts her bra back into place.

  A monitor comes on and Cole and me come into view. It was of the night we came here and did a scene. The camera switches to inside the room and then outside the glass walls to the audience that had gathered to watch. I step closer and survey the unfamiliar crowd. It takes a little while but eventually I spot him. The man from the diner… Angel.

  “You look like you enjoy yourself,” Annalise pipes up from behind me. There’s a sadness in her eyes and it reminds me of the look in mine when I lived with my birth mother.

  “Obsidian is dead; why do you stay here?” I find myself asking.

  Her eyes mist over, making them shine impossibly brighter. “He, this, is all I’ve ever really known. I wouldn’t survive outside these walls.”

  “It’s him inside your head that makes you think that. Don’t let him keep you here from beyond the grave. You’re free now,” I tell her but I’m not sure if she’s ready to believe that. I point at the screen to where Angel’s face bleeds into sight. “Do you know who this man is?”

  She shifts on her feet and looks away from the screen.

  “Annalise, please. My baby sister is missing and he’s my only link.”

  Her brows crash together as her arms wrap around her middle. “If that’s the case then she’s probably lost forever. There are worse men than my brother. He was the front for this club but the real man
behind these clubs is beyond your worst fears. I will never be free and if they have your sister neither will she.”

  Grabbing her by the arms and pleading with my eyes I stare at her and whisper, “Please Annalise, please help me and I swear I kill everyone who’s behind this.”

  “Marlon, he is the man who runs the dark underground stuff, he is the man that the fixer works for.”

  “The fixer?” I query.

  “Yes, that’s what they call him, some call him the acquirer.” She nods to the screen. “He’s not just a bad man, he’s the one they send to kill men that threaten Marlon’s business. He cleans up messes, loose ends, acquires the merchandise.” She whispers the last bit, trying to instil fear I think, but it doesn’t work. I’m just confused.

  “He’s a serial killer,” I point out.

  “Yeah, he is, but not the kind you think.”

  “You’re talking in riddles,” I grate.

  “He gets Marlon whatever he needs, mainly young girls to torture for his snuff clients, and then he disposes of them in a way that won’t lead them to any client or Marlon or the clubs.”

  “So the Angel killings?” I breathe.

  “Are just a front, to throw off what really happened to those girls.”

  I want to throw up, why go to such extremes? He clearly gets off on what he does, but what the hell happens to those girls before he butchers them to hide the truth, the evidence of the sick twisted acts they’ve been subjected to beforehand?

  “Where can I find this Marlon?”

  She laughs at me and then stops abruptly when she sees I’m not playing around. “You can’t find Marlon; he finds you or sends his fixer to.”

  “How do you know all this?”

  She looks to the floor and stays silent for a few seconds before looking up at me with a tear running down her cheek. “Obsidian took me to their cabins one time. They needed…” She chokes on a sob and then collapses into a chair next to the desk.

  “Needed what?”

  She shakes her head but then looks up at me. “This client wanted a woman with one of the girls, he was a voyeur. They made me do things…” She shakes her head. “…I’ll never forgive myself for.”

  “Why have you never reported them, this, your brother?” I sound disgusted, and I am. I can’t hide it. They are everything I lived through as a child only a hundred times worse.

  “And what?” She looks at me with incredulity. “Become one of those girls on the news? Become a problem they send the fixer to remedy? Have you been listening to anything I said?”

  “Yeah I have, now tell me where these cabins are?”

  “You can’t go there; he will kill you.”

  “Just fucking tell me, Annalise, the only one dying today is him.”

  It’s a forty minute drive, that is all. In forty minutes I could find Summer and bring her home where she belongs. Adrenaline pushes me forward. Annalise knew where this shit takes place, she acted scenes on victims for client’s pleasure to appease her sick as fuck brother, all the while knowing how much the victims were suffering and what the end game would be for them. She knew and she kept quiet. Fear is a strong motivator to keep your mouth shut but not in these circumstances, these were children being raped, tortured, and killed for pervert’s pleasure. Daughters, sisters, friends. How could another woman allow this to happen when she could have spoken up? I know I shouldn’t judge her for being so broken down by her brother, that there is almost nothing left inside, but I can’t help thinking if she had the courage to speak up and go to the police Summer would never have been taken.

  My cell bleeping pulls me from my thoughts. I hope it’s Cole returning my call that I made just after leaving the club, but it’s not.

  “If you go into the woods today you’re sure to have a surprise,” Angel taunts down the line.

  “Where are you?” I ask, ignoring the fact he obviously knows I’m coming - and how he knows is something I don’t want to ask.

  He tuts down the line. “Where is the fun in that?”

  “I’m coming for you and you will give me my sister back.”

  “Such confidence. I like a woman with confidence, it’s appealing.”

  “I didn’t think women were your thing at all, aren’t harmless, innocent, little girls more your speed?”

  His laugh is dark and haunting. “Don’t fool yourself into thinking those girls are innocent. I handpick them because they’re sinners, and when they’re used up in the manner in which they think they wanted, I show them the release they need, they earn in return.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you say they want what you do to them?”

  “They seek out the danger, they whore themselves out to any boy or man who shows interest. They have daddy issues or are just little brats.”

  “Lies,” I breathe in anger. “Summer is nothing like that and you stole her.”

  “Summer.” He says her name as if testing it on his tongue. I hate hearing him speak her name. “Tell me more about the Summer you know. Is she like you, dark beautiful sinner?”

  “No,” I growl.

  “No, of course not because there is no one like you, that’s why you fascinate me, intrigue the man and beast inside me.”

  “You said you’d give her back. Winner gets an angel you said.”

  “Have you won?” he taunts.

  “I’m close.”

  He laughs again, sending a chill up my spine. “That you are, impressive really. No wonder Marlon wants me to kill you.”

  “I don’t see you for one taking orders.”

  “Mmm, requests would be a better term. No one orders me around. I kill because I enjoy it, getting paid is just a bonus.”

  “So are you?”

  “Am I what?”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  “I’m going to keep you.” His voice drops in tone and then the line goes dead.

  I try Cole again but after a few rings it goes to his voicemail. “Cole, I need you to call me back straight away, or better yet, track my cell and come to where I am. I’ve found him, Cole. I’m going to get Summer back.”

  Checking the pistol I brought with me and placing it on the passenger seat I prepare myself as I come to the off-road turning towards the cabins. The quaint signs leading up to the place mislead into thinking it’s some sort of Snow White retreat. Posts with lights leading the way give me shivers.

  The cabins come into view and my nerves heighten. I should have left the car and walked through the trees to approach unannounced. I have no idea how many people might be here and here I am driving up like a guest.

  Stopping at a set of gates my heartrate spikes when they suddenly open. I decide to get out rather than drive in in case the gates close and I have no way of getting my car out of there if I need to flee in a hurry.

  I will my hand not to shake as I grab the gun and push it into the back of my jeans. The road beneath my boots crunches as I step out of the car.

  The grounds are icy and pinpoint my position with every step I take, not that he isn’t already watching me anyway. I was the mouse. This wasn’t me finding him, this was him allowing me to find him.

  What was his end game?

  There’s a huge log cabin to the left with a welcome sign out front. You’d think I came to visit someone’s Grandma, not somewhere that hosts sick snuff events. There are smaller cabins scattered around the grounds but I find myself walking up the stairs of the biggest.

  I try the handle and it gives under my palm. Pulling my gun, I point it inside as I slowly enter. There’s soft music playing throughout the house. It’s old fashioned and creepy as hell. Searching the open space, I don’t hear any movements or see anyone here. There’s a reception desk to the far right and a sitting area to the left. A familiar scent is pungent in the air and it takes my mind a moment to link the smells… it’s blood.

  Going over to the desk I ready myself as I notice blood on the counter. Taking a breath, I look over the
counter to see an older woman with her hands tied behind her back. She’s face down in a pool of blood. Rounding the desk, I try not to step in the blood but it’s impossible. I check for a pulse but her throat has been slit and she’s cold, the blood congealed.

  Suddenly, noise blasts from a door behind me. Horrific sounds of screaming, cruel laughter and gurgling override each other like it’s multiple people.

  I run towards the door without thinking and kick the door open. A multitude of monitors line three walls and there’s a desk in the centre of the room. Every monitor is playing despicable acts to young girls. The monitors have labels on them that bring the bile in my throat spilling to the floor.

  Rape. Sodomy. Virgin. Knife murder. Asphyxia. Torture.

  The lists went on and on and my anger grew with each one. Running from the room and cabin, I race towards the nearest cabin, shooting the lock and barging inside. There’s no one there. The room is like any motel room only it’s lined in see-through plastic. Every inch of it, from the floor to the walls, the bed, the windows, the entire space is under a coating of plastic, and a video camera is aimed at the bed which has shackles fixed to each corners.

  Bastards.

  My cell buzzes in my jean pocket. I quickly slip it out and answer it on a shaky breath, “Cole?”

  “Is that who you were hoping for?”

  “You sick son of a bitch!” I scream down the phone, searching my surroundings, expecting him to appear at any time.

  “My mother was actually a lovely woman, until I suffocated her in her sleep.”

  “Did you kill that woman in here?”

  “Mmm, now she was a bitch, a sick, twisted woman. Don’t feel bad for her.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Close,” he whispers.

  “Where is Summer, did she end up here in one of these rooms?” I beg for information even though I’m not sure I could cope with knowing.

  “Do you want your Angel, my sweet angel?”

  “Yes!” I shout down the line, my voice breaking with the desperation of my need.

  “I’ve made it easy for you, I’ve killed everyone here that would stop you.”