No Limit

by L. P. Dover

  Georgia was speaking. “What the hell are we waiting for? Let’s finish this and get out of here. The sooner they find them, the sooner this can be over and we can be together.”

  I moved closer, hoping to hear the other person’s voice. The only reply from him was a grunt. I finally got to the door and peeked through the crack. I could see her with her arms crossed, a disgruntled look on her face, leaning against a long wooden table in her black lingerie.

  Considering there were no windows, we had to be in a basement. However, that wasn’t my biggest concerned. For when she moved away from the table, I got a good view of the ropes and chains on both ends, stained red. The source of the stale blood smell. It wafted to my nose and I threw a hand over my mouth to stop from gagging. I breathed through my mouth, trying desperately to think up an escape plan. There were two of them and only one of me. I couldn’t even see the stairs leading to the upper levels. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Georgia stormed over to a corner, but I couldn’t see that far. “Are you even listening? Turn around and talk to me, dammit!” The next thing I heard was a slap and the sound of her choking. With a hand around her throat, she was hauled back to the table and I hid out of sight, putting my back against the wall.

  “Why don’t you shut the fuck up for once,” he growled. Clothes ripped and she yelped, but it wasn’t in pain.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she moaned.

  The sound of bodies smacking together made me sick. What the hell just happened? I peered around the side and that was when I got a good look at the man who was fucking her from behind, jeans halfway down his legs. No fucking way. I may have only seen the guy once, but he was the spitting image of his father.

  Drake’s son. God, what was his name . . . Blaine? Eww, she was fucking her stepson. You have got to be kidding me. In complete and utter shock, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the disgusting display. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the whole scheme was about. Drake was probably the clueless bastard in the whole thing.

  Blaine was done getting his jollies in just a few seconds, but he held her down on the table with a hand at her neck. She tried to lift up, but he forced her back down. “When are you going to stop wearing condoms? I want to feel you come inside me.”

  His other fist clenched. “You mean like my father does? Did he come inside you when you fucked him last night?” I could hear the anger in his voice and I held back a gasp. The whole situation was too fucked up to even wrap my head around.

  “Blaine, that’s not . . . I didn’t . . .”

  He pulled out of her and before I could even attempt to help, he swiftly grabbed the knife on the table and slid it across her throat. I slapped a hand over my mouth and closed my eyes, trying hard to keep from making a sound. It had to be a bad dream. Surely, I didn’t just see that happen? Unfortunately, I could hear Georgia choking on her own blood and then the sound of her body as it crashed to the floor.

  Think, Aylee. I had to get out of there, but how? Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and peered through the crack again. Blaine ripped off the condom and wrapped it in a paper towel before shoving it in his jeans pocket. The bloody knife was on the table but still within his reach. If I raced out now, he could easily grasp it and attack.

  “I know you’re watching,” he called out. Eyes wide, I stepped back, my pulse racing. His eyes transfixed on mine through the crack and he smiled. “Did you like the show?” Strolling to the door, he pushed it open and leaned against the frame, all cool and casual as if he didn’t just kill someone. His hands were covered in blood and he had droplets on his chest and face. The metallic smell of it made me nauseated. “Can’t speak?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

  “No.”

  His eyebrows lifted in amusement. “No, you can’t speak? Or no, you didn’t like the show?”

  “No, I didn’t like the show. Happy?” I huffed.

  The wolfish smile on his face spread wider as he stepped forward. “Much,” he said, wiping his bloody hands on his jeans. “I couldn’t wait to get rid of that cunt. She never knew when to keep her mouth shut.”

  “So it was her who hit me over the head and you with Jason? Where is he?”

  His eyes raked over my body. “He’s fine, probably in the hospital. I can’t say the same for you though. You woke up a lot earlier than expected.”

  “Trust me, I’d have preferred not seeing you fuck your stepmother and then slice her throat open.”

  His eyes widened. “No wonder my father couldn’t wait to fuck you again.”

  “I didn’t fuck your father,” I hissed.

  “No? He said he did. Why would he lie?”

  “Because I made him think we did. I can be quite persuasive.”

  He stared at me. “Intriguing. You’re not reacting the way I thought you would. Most women would be scared right now, especially after watching me kill someone. One would almost think you’ve seen it before.”

  I had seen death and it scared me, but I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of not having a plan. “I have killed people, Mr. Blackwell. So maybe it’s you who should be afraid of me.”

  Holding the door open, he waved me forward, holding back his chuckle. “Whatever you say. Let’s go.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Upstairs. Not unless you want to stay down here with a rotting corpse.” When I didn’t move, he pursed his lips, losing patience. “Either you move those feet of yours or I’ll drag you upstairs by your hair. Personally, I’d rather not because I kind of like that red hair of yours, besides I’m sure you have a screaming headache right now.”

  It was true, I did. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and took my first step. I kept my head held high and walked past him, only for him to grab my arm.

  “Good girl. It’s time to get you cleaned up.”

  “Cleaned up for what?”

  “You’ll see. But I think right now we could both use a shower.” He winked down at me and my stomach clenched.

  Gripping my arm tight, he walked me past Georgia’s corpse and the torture table, managing to get us by without stepping on the blood. I could only imagine the kind of torment the other women had endured while being stuck down there. He flipped off the lights like it was no big deal to leave a dead body on the floor. There was a long hallway with multiple doors. The one he chose led up a set of stairs to another shut door.

  I willingly followed him up, knowing very damn well anything was going to be better than the basement. When he opened the door, I squinted my eyes away from the sunlight. My heart sank. It was daylight, which meant I’d been gone for hours, if not days. “Who’s house is this?”

  He jerked me across the marble floors. “My father’s. He never came up here.”

  “Let me guess, it’s where you and Georgia came to kill the other women? This house reeks of death.”

  Stopping mid-step, he turned to face me, eyes narrowed. “What do you know about that? There hasn’t been anything in the media.”

  Pushing me into one of the bedrooms, I tripped over the carpet and fell. I looked around the room for anything I could use as a weapon and smiled. I had lots of choices. “Yes, I know. Your daddy made perfectly sure it wouldn’t be. However, secrets only stay hidden for so long. Tell me, does he have any idea about your extracurricular activities?”

  “No, but he will soon. Now get undressed and get in the shower. We need to clean up.”

  “We?”

  He scoffed. “Surely you didn’t think I was going to leave you out of my sight.” Undoing his jeans, he let them fall to the floor. I made no move to get out of my bra and underwear. “We can do this the easy or the hard way. Your choice.”

  I was a good distance away from him and if I could just get to the door, I might have a chance at escape. He stepped forward and I stepped back toward the dresser, reaching behind my back like I was unlatching my bra. All I had to do was grab the lamp. As fast as I could, I twirled and snatched it, swinging it around with my body, smac
king him across the head. The thing shattered and I took off.

  “Son of a bitch,” he growled, grabbing his head.

  I didn’t waste time racing out the door. The house was huge and I had no idea where to go. If I had to dive out of a window I’d do it. He wasn’t behind me and I breathed a sigh of relief as my salvation seemed within reach. I was so close to the front door. Then Blaine flew out of nowhere and tackled me to the floor.

  “Looks like you want it the hard way.” His fist lifted high in the air and it was the last thing I saw before it connected to the side of my cheek. I saw stars as pain exploded in my head, but then the darkness took over. I had failed.

  My jaw throbbed and I groaned as I tried to lift my head, the silky sheets below me sticking to my face with dried blood.

  “You are going to be one brain dead bitch by the time I get through with you,” Blaine griped. He grabbed my bound wrists and roughly hoisted me to stand on my shackled feet. The room spun and I almost fell, but he lifted me in his arms.

  I didn’t even have the strength to fight. “You’re not going to get away with this.” Laughing, he kicked the bathroom door open and dropped me to the floor. I couldn’t break the fall since my hands were tied and ended up landing on my hip. “So help me God, if you put another bruise on my body I’m going to rip your dick off.”

  He turned on the shower and the steam started to fill up the room. “Not if it’s inside your pussy,” he taunted, lifting me up by the arm. I could only take tiny steps with my bound ankles. Once I got to the shower, he pushed me the rest of the way in, my shoulder slamming into the tile wall. “Do you think anyone’s going to care what happens to a worthless whore? Look how easily the other ones were tossed to the side.”

  That might’ve been true in the way our world was fucked up, but my people were going to make sure I was found. Jason would find me. I had to believe he would. With his hand on my neck, he forced my head under the water and it turned pink with my blood. “I’m perfectly capable of taking a shower by myself,” I growled.

  His body brushed up against my backside and I clenched my thighs together as hard as I could. Thoughts of him raping me ran through my mind. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

  “I know you can, but I thought it’d be more enjoyable this way.” He washed my hair and more blood ran down the drain. Adrenaline surged through my veins so hard, I didn’t even notice the pain. I concentrated on keeping my body alert and my legs tight. Taking the bar of soap, he reached around my waist and rubbed it over my stomach. I tensed and hissed when he lifted it to my breasts. “Just relax,” he murmured in my ear.

  “Fuck you.”

  Slamming me against the wall, he forced his cock between my legs, sliding it against my thighs. “I bet you want me to fuck you right now. If I was to jam my dick inside you I’m sure it’d slide right in, wouldn’t it?” My breaths came out in rapid pants as I prepared myself to fight. Luckily, it didn’t come to that. He pulled back – letting my neck go – and washed himself off, chuckling under his breath. “Before I fuck you, we’re going to have some fun first.” Shutting off the water, he jerked me out and I stood there as he dried off his body and then mine, smiling at my torment. “I think it’s time we say hello to our guest of honor.”

  Lifting me in his arms, I felt exposed and completely vulnerable not wearing any clothes as he carried me through the house. I had a feeling I knew who the guest of honor was going to be. Once up the stairs, he carried me into another bedroom, but this one was larger, almost exactly like the same room I had been in back in Vegas.

  Drake was on the bed, pale and struggling to breathe. When his eyes caught mine, they widened. “What’s going on?”

  Blaine dropped me into one of the chairs and marched over to a dresser. He pulled out a set of lingerie and a pair of clean jeans from a duffle bag hidden in the corner, along with a large knife. “You’re about to die. That’s what’s going on,” he announced.

  Drake furrowed his brows, clearly delusional. “I don’t understand.”

  Rolling his eyes, Blaine came over to me and slid the knife through the cable ties, freeing me. “Fucking idiot,” he mumbled under his breath. Then to me he said, “If you so much as try to escape again, I will gut you nice and slow, so you feel every fucking rip of your muscles.” He tossed the black, lacy babydoll lingerie onto my lap. “Put that on.”

  Not wasting any time, I slid it on, thankful I wasn’t naked anymore. “What did you do to him?”

  Blaine walked over to his father. “He took a few too many pain pills this morning.”

  “No,” Drake choked out. “I did no such thing.”

  Blaine lifted Drake’s chin with the knife. “Yes, you did. You’ve been distraught over murdering those whores you’ve been sticking your dick in and now you went over the edge after murdering your wife. You couldn’t handle the guilt.”

  “This makes no sense. Wh—why are you . . . what is going on? Where’s Georgia?”

  Watching Blaine torment his father made me sick to my stomach. I never noticed it the night I met him, but he looked at Drake with utter disdain. What could’ve ever made a son turn on his own father like that? Blaine licked his lips and sneered. “She’s dead. After I fucked her in the ass, I slit her throat. You should thank me. It was her idea to blackmail you in the first place.”

  “She wanted to kill the girls?” I gasped.

  Drake was clearly out of it and not understanding a word that was being said. Blaine slid the knife away from Drake’s chin – cutting it – before focusing on me. “She was jealous when she found out my father was cheating on her with common whores. That’s when I came into the picture and started fucking her. Together we came up with a plan to get him out of our lives for good.

  She was one evil bitch when it came to those cunts. After I was done with them, she liked to fuck them up. And as you’re aware, nobody cares if someone like you shows up dead. We tried to pin the murders on my father, but money and power in this city buys silence. That’s why I had to step it up a notch.”

  “I bet Georgia didn’t know she was going to see the edge of your knife on this deal,” I countered.

  He scoffed. “She was falling apart. When I caught her fucking him last night,” he said, pointing the knife at Drake, “I knew she had to go.”

  “What was all of this for? Why would you kill your own family, not to mention countless other women?”

  His lips spread into an evil grin. “Money, power. I’ll finally have it all once I take over his part of Randall Enterprises. I’ll be untouchable.”

  I shook my head, appalled. “Untouchable, my ass. You’re nothing but a spoiled, greedy bastard. This plan isn’t just going to blow up in your face, it’s going to fuck you in the ass.”

  “You are so clueless, it’s sad. Let me guess, you flunked hair school. Is that why you became a whore?”

  I wasn’t about to tell him who I was, but even if I didn’t escape, he’d left around so much evidence that he was involved. His DNA was everywhere. Talk about being fucking clueless. Instead, I lied. “Actually, it was dental school, asshole.”

  Blaine laughed. “You sure do have a smart ass mouth. I’m surprised you haven’t already been beaten to death.”

  Clenching my teeth, I kept my wits about me and waited patiently for the right time to strike. Something had to give. I had no energy, but I sure as hell had the determination. Drake started convulsing on the bed and I shot up out of the chair. “Oh my God!”

  Blaine circled around and rushed over to him. With his attention temporarily distracted, I sprang into action. I didn’t go for the door like a normal person; instead, I charged toward him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I tackled him into the wall, slamming his head against it. The knife fell from his grasp and he growled in anger. I hit him in the nose with my knee, his blood splattering all over me. As hard as I could, I struck my elbow down on his kidney, and his knees hit the floor. I tried to jump around him, but he grabbed my legs
and I toppled like a ton of bricks.

  “You stupid, goddamn cunt,” he spat. He tried to pull me toward him, but I held onto the bed post and reached for the knife.

  It was so close.

  Letting out a guttural scream, I kicked him over and over until his grip loosened just a bit. It gave me the leverage I needed to move that last inch. With the knife in hand, I swung it back and sliced him across the chest. Blood poured from the wound and his eyes grew dark.

  “You’re gonna wish you were fucking dead by the time I get through with you.” He slapped me so hard across the cheek, I saw stars and dropped the knife. It went skittering across the floor, but now I had his weight on me. His hands were everywhere, his blood smearing across my skin as he pushed his body into mine.

  “Get off of me,” I screamed, trying desperately to push him away. I jammed my finger into the gash on his chest and he roared in pain. Elbowing him in the face, I slid out from under him and scrambled to get to my feet. Before I could even get my footing, his body tackled into mine and we came down hard. I cried out in pain, knowing my body was close to shutting down.

  Pulling my arms behind my back, he roughly pushed me into the floor, his hot breath on my ear. “I thought I was going to have a little fun with you, but it looks like I’ll be fucking your dead corpse instead.”

  “Good luck trying to pin it on your father,” I hissed.

  He pushed his arousal into my backside. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. As soon as I’m done, I have plenty of my father’s spooge to put inside you, thanks to his many fucks.”

  “You’ve seriously lost your goddamned mind.” In that moment, I knew my time had come to an end. I envisioned the last time I saw Jason smile and held that memory in my mind. If I was going to die I wanted him there with me, even if he was just in my heart. But there was one thing for certain, I would go down fighting. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do to me,” I hissed. “I’m happy knowing that once Jason finds you he’ll rip you into fucking pieces.”