“I would like to tell you, but let’s just say right now I’m not Abel.” He laughed.
“You think this is funny?” Chris shouted. “Think this is a fucking joke?”
“Genesis!” He barked back, startling the captive. “I’m Genesis! Now, enough with the questions. Just fucking get changed.”
Chris put the jacket on the chair and began to undress. He suddenly stopped when he realized that his captor was staring at him. “You going to watch me get dressed? Is that how you get your kicks?” He tried to get a rise out of him. Anything that would give him a clue as to his identity. It didn’t work. The aggressor merely waved his gun to signify he wanted more haste from him.
When he had finished getting changed, he turned to face the wolf.
“Now the pig mask,” he growled.
“What?” He looked confused.
“Put the mask on!” He pointed the gun at the latex disguise on the chair.
He reluctantly removed the baseball cap and slowly put the mask on before replacing the cap.
“Perfect.” He beamed. “Now, it’s time to reunite you with your niece.” He paused. “Yes, a nice little intimate family reunion.” He laughed, then loudly grunted and squealed like a pig. “Come on, little piggy.”
Chris was thinking that whoever this guy was, he had finally gone over the edge. He quickly decided if an opportunity arose to overpower him, he would take it.
Genesis stepped into the darkness halfway across the room. “Don’t do anything stupid, Christopher. Remember, I still have your niece.”
Before he could react to the comment a light came on, illuminating a table. What was more horrifying was the sight of his niece bent over the table, with her ankles tied to the table legs at one end and her body stretched across the top, with her wrists tied to the legs at the opposite end. She lay there staring at him through tear-filled eyes.
His anxiety rose. He looked around the room, desperately searching for something, anything, that would suffice as a makeshift weapon. As he looked around the room he had a sense of familiarity coming over him. He knew this place. He had been here before. Then he realized where he was; his dad’s cabin.
“Christopher!” the aggressor called out. “We’re ready for you.”
“What the fuck have you done to her?” he screamed, and made a move towards her.
“Hold it right there.” Genesis stepped closer to Jen, lifted his arm, and placed the gun on her temple. “Let’s not be making any sudden movements like that, because I get very jumpy.” He looked down through the sinister wolf mask at the gun in his hand. He then looked back at Chris. “Accidents happen when I get jumpy, and we don’t want that, now do we?”
“Jen, are you okay?” He glared at the weapon as a feeling of helplessness swept over him.
“I’m okay,” she spluttered through sobs. “As soon as Dad gets here he’s going to kill this bastard.”
“I wouldn’t count on your father being part of a rescue mission.” He laughed behind the mask.
“What does that mean?” Chris looked at him.
“Nothing for you to worry about right now.” He calmly reached over and stroked the back of Jen’s head. “You shouldn’t worry either, little girl. As long as Uncle Christopher cooperates, you’ll be fine.”
“Of course I’ll cooperate. Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” he pleaded, then turned his attention to his niece. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever he wants. I love you.”
“Do you, Christopher?” he asked, and tilted his head to the left, inquisitively looking at the concerned relative.
“Do I what?” he answered, somewhat confused.
“Do you love her?” He tilted his head to the other side.
“Of course I do, she’s my niece.” Chris was puzzled by the question.
“How much?” he pressed.
The varying thickness of the Southern accent made the questioning seem even more sinister to the struggling software executive. The heat of the Florida swamp, the wearing of the latex mask, the intense questioning, and the general fear he was experiencing from the whole situation had caused Chris to sweat profusely. He lifted his mask in an attempt to wipe his brow.
“Leave the mask alone and answer the question. How much do you love your niece?” Genesis barked.
He slowly replaced the mask. “To answer your question, I love her immeasurably. What is this? Why are you asking ridiculous questions?” His eyes began to sting from the sweat, but trying to rub them through the mask didn’t make much difference.
“What would you do for her?” he continued.
“Anything!” he snapped back.
“Show me.” He nodded towards the girl.
“What?” he exclaimed.
“Show me how much you love her,” Genesis ordered.
“I don’t follow you; what do you mean?” He was blinking frantically beneath the mask, trying to clear his eyes of sweat.
“Show me how much you love your darling niece.” He removed the weapon from Jen’s temple and waved him over with it. “Get over here and fuck her.”
“No!” Chris protested. “Are you completely insane?”
Jen, who had been crying the entire time suddenly stopped. “You’re one sick fucker. Dad is going to kill you when he gets here,” she said through sharp intakes of breath.
Genesis sighed. “I’ve warned you before. You say no to me one more time and I will shoot both of you.” He pushed the gun barrel hard into the back of Jen’s head. “Starting with her.”
Chris looked at his niece and noticed her face had visibly changed. She struggled momentarily when the muzzle of the gun touched her skull.
“Shhh!” the aggressor hissed. “Calm down, Jennifer.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed at him.
“You should tell your princess to take it easy.” He looked at the uncle, who stared in disbelief.
Under his mask, Chris was open-mouthed. The stinging sweat in his eyes began to make his head reel. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Moreover, he couldn’t comprehend what he had been ordered to do. “Jen, I can’t do it.”
“You said you would do anything for her, Christopher,” their attacker said to him. “You said you loved her and would do anything.”
“Yes, but—” He didn’t get to finish his protest.
“Then fuck her!” the wolf shouted. “Now!”
The uncle tried to force himself forward but was frozen to the spot. “I can’t.” He quickly shook his head.
Genesis reached under his jacket and pulled out a knife. Keeping the gun pressed into her head, he moved around to behind the girl, lifted up the hem of her skirt, and holding the knife an inch away from her body, slowly moved his hand down. When the blade neared her buttocks, Chris feared she was about to be mutilated.
“No, stop!” he yelled, shaking his head.
Genesis looked at him. He moved the knife closer to her skin. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again.”
“Stop! I haven’t disobeyed you!” Chris pleaded.
The aggressor ran the blade under the waistband of his niece’s panties and jerked the blade up, cutting through the flimsy material. The panties dropped to the floor, leaving Jen naked from the waist down. “That’s why I’m not shooting yet.”
Jen began to cry even louder. She tried to wriggle her hips to try and get her skirt to fall back into place.
Genesis looked at the girl and saw what she was trying to do. He slipped the knife back into his pocket, and in one swift movement he pulled the skirt completely away, leaving the young girl totally exposed. “Now, get over here and fuck her.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” Chris cried beneath his mask.
Genesis raised his gun. A loud bang echoed around the cabin as he fired a shot into the ceiling. He then pressed the barrel of the gun hard against Jen’s temple. The youngster screamed in pain at the hot metal, and the smell of searing skin fille
d the room.
“Please, Uncle Chris, I don’t want to die!” she screamed as the intense burning pain grew.
“Jen. I just can’t do it,” Chris sobbed uncontrollably. “I just can’t.”
“Please make it stop!” she squealed. “It hurts!”
He glared at his niece being tortured, but how could he do what was being asked of him? On the other hand, failure to comply would almost certainly result in both of them being killed. As he toiled with his conscience, he heard her voice.
“Uncle Chris. Just do it. I don’t want to die!” she screamed.
Unable to take it any longer, he snapped out of his daze. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt her.”
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Chris reluctantly stepped forward, unzipping his trousers, and dropped them, along with his underwear, to the floor as he did so. He tried one last-ditch attempt to reason with their captor.
“You don’t have to do this. I have money. I’ll give you everything if you just let us go,” he begged, and pointed at Jen. “If not both of us, let my niece go. She hasn’t done anything wrong to you.”
“Stop sniveling, Christopher,” Genesis snapped. “I’m getting bored of repeating myself. My trigger finger is warmed up now, so, either fuck her, or you both die. Right here, right now. The choice is yours.”
With a shaking hand he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “You do know I don’t want to do this. I love you, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He stood more upright, placed a hand on her shoulder and, staring straight into the wolf’s eyes through floods of tears, he carefully entered his niece.
Jen let out an undistinguishable sound as her uncle penetrated her. Her sobs filled the room and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Suddenly she fell silent, and turned her head to look at the captor. Through bloodshot eyes she glared deep into the eyes. She had stopped crying, her face enraged.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” she scowled. “You limp-dicked fucker?” Her fear had well and truly transformed to anger. “That’s it. Come on Uncle Chris, give it to me.”
Her uncle, incessantly sobbing, kept his rhythmic hip movement going. “Don’t, Jen. Don’t say that. Please don’t.”
“Ooh yeah, that’s it, Uncle Chris.” She wasn’t listening. “Fuck me harder!” she shouted, still staring at the wolf mask.
“Do as she says, Christopher,” the aggressor urged. “Give it to her harder.” He laughed out loudly.
“You sick bastard!” Chris snarled at him.
“I’m a sick bastard?” he huffed. “You’re the one fucking your niece, and enjoying it too, by the looks of things. Ah, the irony,” he tormented Chris.
“He’s not the only one enjoying it,” she said, maintaining her stare. “Come on, Uncle Chris, do it to me.”
“I knew you two wanted to do this by the way you act around the office.” The wolf laughed.
“My God, you were so right. Harder, do it harder. Give this fucking pervert a proper show.” She licked her lips while letting her eyes burn into the mask of the imposing figure standing above her.
Her uncle, meanwhile, experienced a varied amount of emotions. Fear, guilt, embarrassment, and worst of all, as much as he hated himself for it, enjoyment.
“You are enjoying yourself more than you care to admit, aren’t you, Christopher?” the aggressor teased.
Chris tried to focus on him through tear-drenched eyes. “You’re going to pay for this.”
The kidnapper raised the weapon to within an inch of Chris’s face, who instantly froze. The faint sound of intermittent buzzing could be heard. With his free hand he went into his pocket and pulled out his cell. He held the phone up so he could check the screen while still keeping his victim in sight, then pressed the answer button and slipped the phone under his mask. As he did so, Chris strained to see if he could get a glimpse of the face. No good; the mask hadn’t been lifted high enough.
The thick Southern drawl returned as Genesis began to speak. “Hello... There are no more deliveries; there will be no more deliveries, ever. This business has closed down.”
Chris thought about shouting for help to whoever was on the other end of the phone but dismissed the idea quickly, figuring that the caller was probably in on the whole thing. Plus, shouting for help would only agitate their aggressor further.
He did have one act of defiance in him. As the call was ended, he pulled out of his niece, bent down, and pulled his trousers up.
Genesis put the phone on the shelf immediately behind him and pressed the gun into the captive’s cheek, pushing his head sideways. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“I’m done,” he said, afraid to make eye contact.
“Well, I’m not,” he hissed, and pulled out the knife.
“No. Wait.” Chris panicked. “You said you would let her go if we did what you said.” Pressing the weapon harder into the uncle’s face, he looked down and slid the length of the blade slowly over Jen’s exposed buttocks. Menacingly, and yet, at the same time strangely seductive, he continued to run the knife down the inside of her upper thigh. He looked back at the trembling detainee. “Move back. Over there.” He removed the firearm from his face and waved towards the chair where he had earlier changed clothing.
“What are you going to do? Don’t hurt her,” he pleaded again.
“I’m a man of my word, Christopher,” he said, keeping the gun pointed at the hostage’s head as he slid the knife down to Jen’s ankle. With a quick flick of the blade, he cut one ankle restraint, then quickly moved to the other one.
“You’re not a man of anything, you piece of shit!” Jen shouted, trying to kick out at her assailant. Her legs were almost useless from being tied to the same place for so long. Her attempts to strike out were hindered by the restraints on her wrists.
“You need to calm down, young lady, or I’ll leave you there.” Genesis moved out of range of the flailing limbs and flicked the weapon, signaling to her uncle to move around the table. “You, untie her arms, then put her in the room over there. You and I need to have a private chat.”
Thinking quickly, Chris shot a glance at the discarded phone and adopted a nervous manner. He slid past his captor and slowly walked around to the front of the table, swiping the phone up as he did so, and quickly secreting it in his jacket pocket. He held his breath for a few moments, waiting to see if he had been caught taking the device. No, he was in the clear. Satisfied he had gotten away with it, he proceeded to untie his niece’s wrists and help her stand up. As she stood up, she pressed herself into her uncle’s chest for some form of protection.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated.
She burst into tears and held on tightly to her uncle. “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault,” she sobbed. “You did what you had to do.”
He loosened the grip the girl had on him and took half a step back, took off the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling it down slightly to hide her modesty.
“Aww, how touching,” Genesis mocked. “Now put her in that room. We have things to discuss.”
He huddled his inconsolable niece into his chest again and led her to the door, briefly stopping to pick up her skirt and panties. He opened the door to the soundproof room, gave her a reassuring hug, then gently pushed her into the dark room.
“Please don’t leave me here, Uncle Chris,” she begged through streaming tears.
His heart sank at the sight of his niece in such a state. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. Your dad and Maria will figure out where we are.”
“Yeah, the legendary Detective Cooper will save you.” Genesis laughed out loud. “Now close the fucking door.”
He took one last look at his terrified niece. “If you get cold in there, sweetie, wrap yourself in the jacket and put your hands in the pockets. Don’t be scared; just keep telling yourself your dad is coming. He’ll save
us.” He took a deep breath and closed the door.
“Move away from the door,” the attacker ordered.
Doing as he was told, Chris shuffled awkwardly to the area where he had changed clothes earlier, keeping his gaze on the aggressor continuously.
Genesis locked the door and put the key in his pocket. “We have a lot to go over, Christopher.” He waved the gun in his direction. “You have no idea at all how much worse your day is about to get, do you?”
Chris closed his eyes and said a silent prayer. Please, God, let Jen find that phone. And quick.
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Genesis pointed to a couple of chairs at the far side of the room. “Grab those two and sit at the head of the table,” he ordered.
Chris was deflated. He was beginning to lose hope that he would get out of this alive. Nonetheless, he reluctantly dragged the chairs to the table and awaited further instructions.
His aggressor took one of the chairs and placed it at the head of the table furthest away from the door to the room containing Jen. “Sit down.” Once his captive was seated, he sat at the opposite end and deliberately placed his gun on the table. “Now, you and me are going to have a nice little chat and clear a few things up.”
The software executive’s attention was suddenly piqued. The annoying Southern drawl had gone completely. He recognized the voice, or at least he thought he did. He must be imagining things; fatigue must be playing games with his mind. I can’t give up, he told himself. Fight back.
“If you’re going to kill me then just pull the fucking trigger!” he shouted. “Just let Jen go! She has nothing to do with this.”
“You are in no position to be demanding anything,” the antagonist sneered, and banged his hand down on the table. The accent was back.
“Whatever you say.” He leaned forward, his newfound anger rising. “My brother will find you. He will make sure you suffer when he finds out what you have done to his daughter.” He paused. “If Andy doesn’t get you, one of my associates will. Either way, you’re a dead man walking.”
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