Play Along

by T L Swan

  Then I run.

  As fast as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.

  “Get off me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip. They are too strong.

  They drag me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness, guiding me back to the car.

  One man has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.

  One man is leaning on the car watching me intently.

  I glare at him and he smirks back.

  “Let me go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them hold me down.

  “You’re coming with us, bitch.”

  “She’s going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.

  “Fuck you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.

  He doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out loud.

  My eyes glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.

  Their leader.

  He smirks as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and shakes his head.

  “I don’t have time for this shit.” He sighs.

  I kick out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking control.”

  The tall man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”

  I shake my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I kick out.

  His eyes hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.

  Fear runs through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.

  “Get the cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him. The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.

  “No.” I scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.

  I struggle.

  I fight.

  I feel faint.

  I lose consciousness.

  I wake as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.

  Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see it is tied to a post.

  I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.

  Oh my God.

  I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.

  My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He is looking through my wallet from my handbag.

  What the fuck?

  I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.

  He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and reads it.

  “Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.

  “Get out of my things,” I snap.

  He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies dryly, arching his brow.

  My eyes close. Oh God. I don’t remember.

  Shame fills me.

  “Let me go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.

  His hand travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.

  I screw up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg. What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”

  He bites my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.

  “I haven’t started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.

  “Untie me. Please, untie me,” I beg.

  He shakes his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have I had sex? “Did you…?” I hesitate.

  His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”

  My eyes widen in horror.

  He bends and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off me.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers. “A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.” He lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing straight.” He sneers.

  I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face and drags my eyes to meet his.

  “I’m the boss here.”

  I glare at him.

  “You do what I want, when I want.”

  “Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.

  He smiles an evil smile. “If what I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not fucking yours.”

  I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.

  “Go to Hell,” I whisper.

  “I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”

  2

  His eyes hold mine before he stands and pulls a t-shirt over his head and zips up his jeans. He walks toward the door.

  “Where…. where are you going?” I stammer.

  “Out,” he grunts.

  I look around the cold room. “You can’t leave me here like this. Please. Please let me go. Untie me.” I shake my head in a panic. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I swear, I won’t.”

  His eyes hold mine for a moment before he turns toward the door again.

  “I’m cold. Please. Let me get some clothes on,” I plead.

  Without a care or one smidgen of remorse, he disappears out the door. It clicks as he turns the lock from the outside.

  Silence.

  The sound of my breath quivers through the air. I pant as I try to control my erratic heartbeat. Petrified tears of despair roll down my cheeks.

  What do I do now?

  * * *

  The glow of a small lamp is the only light in the large room and it’s been hours since my captor left. To the right of the door is a sliding doorway that I’m assuming leads to a bathroom. I can see the reflection of a towel hanging up in a mirror. A small desk, lamp, and chair are in the corner and a small two-seater lounge is at the foot of the bed. The room is cold and unwelcoming. The walls are painted a dark, charcoal grey, and I have this weird sensation that the room is moving. I know it can’t be, it must be the drugs they gave me to knock me out. It feels as though it’s nearly morning, although I have completely lost track of time. I hear a commotion outside and then the key turning in the door.

  Oh no. He’s back. My heart rate picks up and I stop breathing as I watch the door slowly open. He comes into sight and flicks the light on
, smiling darkly as his eyes scan my body.

  “Honey, I’m home.” He smirks.

  Fucking asshole.

  I turn my head away from him and stare at the wall. I can’t even look at this monster. Suddenly, a group of drunk men stumble into the room behind him and I screw up my face in fear. The smell of alcohol is pungent and I know they are here to take turns.

  “We came for our dessert.” One of the men smiles as he unzips his jeans.

  They all start to wolf whistle as one gropes my breast and another puts his hand between my legs.

  “No,” I whisper. “Please, no.”

  “Hands off.” The tall man growls. “Get out.”

  “Fuck off, man. You’ve had your fun. It’s our turn.” He unzips his pants and holds his dick above my face.

  The tall man pushes him away from me. “I said… get the fuck out. I’m not sharing. I told you already.”

  Another man takes my breast in his mouth and the tall guy pushes him to the floor violently and kicks him while he’s down. Another one launches himself over my body and the tall guy punches him hard in the face. They all start to argue.

  “We brought her here for all of us,” one man yells.

  “The rules have changed. Get out!” He growls angrily as he pushes one man toward the door.

  Another man takes one last attempt to touch me and the tall guy goes ballistic and punches him hard three times in the face. After a lot of pushing, shoving, and arguing, the men finally leave. He locks the door behind him and then turns back toward me.

  I let myself breathe and then I see arousal flash across his face and my relief is short lived.

  Now he’s going to have his fun.

  I feel sick.

  I can’t do this.

  He walks over to the side of the bed and stares down at me. I look at him through blurred vision.

  “Drug me,” I whisper as I turn my head away from him. “Knock me out.”

  “You don’t want to enjoy me?” he asks flatly.

  I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at the wall, the tears running down my face. I can’t believe he just asked me that.

  I turn back to look at him and my cold eyes hold his. “If you think being raped while tied to a bed is every woman’s fantasy, you’re as dumb as you fucking look.” I sneer.

  His face remains emotionless. He bends and begins to untie one of my feet. He loosens it and I just want to kick him in the head.

  Stop it. Wait until you are completely free, I remind myself. He moves to my other foot and unties it and I bring my legs together instantly. Ouch, I’m sore from being stretched out for so long. I wait patiently while he undoes one wrist and then he moves to the other and frees me completely.

  I sit up and instantly grab the blanket to cover my body. “Where are my clothes?” I whisper with shame.

  He shrugs, turns to face away from me, and takes his shirt off over his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. Get out.”

  He’s finished with me.

  Hatred drips through my every pore. Unable to help myself, I push him hard in the back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snap.

  He turns on me like the devil himself and I instinctively flinch away from him.

  “Be very careful, Miss…” He pauses for effect. “Roshelle.”

  “Is this how you get your pathetic kicks? Kidnapping and raping girls?” I murmur.

  His lip curls in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

  I glare at him.

  “You don’t have what I want.” He smirks sarcastically as his eyes drop down my naked body and I try to cover myself with my hands. “I like my women to be…” He pauses again. “Women.”

  My heart drops.

  Of all the things he could have said.

  His words cut me like a knife and my thoughts go to Todd, my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, now. I obviously wasn’t woman enough for him, either. I drop my head as sadness steals the air from my lungs. Just shut up and get out of here. He drops his pants and his large erection hangs heavily between his legs. He walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

  I stand still as I try to regain some sort of composure. The tears are running down my face. I have never been so humiliated in all of my life.

  A rapist doesn’t want me.

  He hops into the shower and under the water, facing away from me, I see he’s huge and muscular and his whole back is covered in tattoos. If he wanted to kill me with his bare hands… he could.

  I wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

  I walk around the room in search for my clothes. I have got to get the hell out of here. Suddenly frantic, I open a drawer and quickly pull the t-shirt over my head as he walks out of the bathroom. Shit, that was the quickest shower in history.

  “Where you going?” he asks as he dries his hair with the towel.

  “Home,” I snap as I pull up the shorts.

  He raises an eyebrow. “You a good swimmer?”

  I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “We are fifty miles from shore.”

  Huh? I frown.

  “You’re on a container ship.”

  I start to look around in a panic. “W-what do you mean?” I stammer. Oh my God.

  I run to the cabin door and jiggle the handle. “Let me out. Let me out,” I cry.

  He opens the door. “Have fun with the crew.” He pushes me out and slams the door behind me.

  My eyes dart from side to side as I try to focus on my surroundings that are all metal. It’s dark with only a row of small orange lights on the floor along the wall. To the left is a wide corridor that must be at least one hundred meters long and I can see a large lit up room at the end. Noise and laughter echoes down the corridor. I can hear men’s loud laughter. Oh God, those are the animals that were just in my room. I look to the right and see an exit sign. I have got to get out of here. I quickly dart across the hallway to the safeness of the dark and make my way up toward the exit sign.

  He was lying.

  He had to be lying. I’m not on a boat. I can’t be on a boat.

  I tiptoe like a mouse up the three flights of stairs until I get to large double doors with small round windows in them. I peer through and my heart sinks.

  It’s dark and raining, and for as far as I can see shipping containers are piled up miles high on top of each other.

  Oh my God, what do I do?

  I stand back as I think. I know one thing for certain: if I stay on this ship I will be dead before I see land again.

  Fuck this. I burst through the doors and run outside into the pouring rain as I frantically look around at the surroundings. I run to the side of the ship and look over the side… water for as far as I can see.

  With my heart hammering in my chest, I run to the other side of the boat… water for as far as I can see. I look to the back and see a tower with lights on in it and I know that the captain must be in there. He will have a radio.

  Yes.

  He will help me.

  I run toward the watchtower and trip over a large rope thingy that is raised from the metal deck and I go flying across and fall onto the hard floor.

  I lie for a moment in the rain as despair fills me. I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough to get through this.

  My head hurts from earlier and I feel disorientated. I don’t need this fucking shit.

  What am I going to do? I have no idea how I am going to get myself off this ship.

  How did they get an unconscious girl onto a shipping deck through customs? What the fuck is going on with our border protection? With renewed purpose, I stand and start to head toward the control center. Somebody from there will help me. I know they will. They have phones and can call for help. I open the door and am greeted by another large metal staircase. I take the steps two at a time until I get to the top. I look around nervously and I see a man sitting behind the control center of the boat.

  “Hello.” I pause. “Can you help me?”
I ask.

  The man turns around and my face drops. Oh God, it’s the man who tried to rape me on the bed downstairs. I step back in fear and he picks up the radio.

  “He’s finished. She’s out of his room.” He hangs up and smiles darkly as his hungry eyes drop down my body.

  Oh my fucking God, he just called for the other men. I turn and run.

  I run for my life down the stairs two at a time and I can hear men yahooing in the distance.

  No. No.

  I run as fast as I can and I burst through the doors and back out onto the deck. I run over to the side and hide behind one of the shipping containers. The rain is coming down really hard.

  I hear the double doors burst open and all the men yell excitedly. “She’s here somewhere. Find her.”

  * * *

  Mac

  I am just drifting off to sleep when I hear a commotion outside in the hall. The boys are all cheering.

  I hear her scream.

  They found her.

  I roll over and shake my head as uneasiness passes over me. She screams again and I hear one of the men cry out in pain. I smirk to myself. She’s obviously just hurt someone. Feisty little bitch, I will give her that.

  I start to drift off again and I hear her cry out in pain.

  I frown. For fuck’s sake, I don’t need this shit. I’m tired.

  For another ten minutes, I doze, and then the sound of a frantic bang on the door wakes me.

  “Help me. Help me!” she screams as the door handle jiggles frantically.

  Go away.

  I close my eyes again.

  “He won’t fucking help you,” I hear Ian call out. The hairs on the back of neck stand to attention. Fuck, I hate that guy.

  I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling through the darkness with my hands behind my head as I listen.

  I hear her struggling and fighting the group of men in the hallway. She’s a hellcat all right.