Baron stood half hidden in the darkness with a glass of jack and coke in his hand, slowly taking in the scene in front of him. He had only arrived 5 minutes earlier but he knew the place very well. It was his scene but even though he came there from time to time, he would stand back a little, not interested in actually being recognized by annoying fans.
He let out a little sound of satisfaction and acknowledgement as his theme song "I bring the darkness" started playing. He looked up at the DJ, knowing he had been spotted when that song was put on. The DJ always did that as a little greeting.
He lifted the glass and emptied it, slowly moving his hand downwards to place it on the table next to him as his eyes suddenly were glued to a person who had stepped out in front of him to dance. She danced slowly and sensual as if the words were written for her and not for him.
She had her back against him and hadn't noticed him at all. She was in a short black dress with an open back. To the dress she wore long black silk gloves and although he had never cared much about accessories, they seemed to work for her. Her long hair was also black and covered most of the open back but he could see a big tattoo hidden under it. He continued to stare at her back and when she swung her hair to the side, a big beautiful phoenix had him suck in his breath.
He forced his eyes up when she slowly turned around and when his eyes met hers, he felt breathless. Metallic dark blue eyes stared straight into him and he felt like she pierced him through. She continued her little twirl, clearly not having any clue to who he was and that was the dealbreaker for him. It was game on. He had to have her.
He caught the attention of one of the waiters going around. He lifted his glass with one hand and put two fingers up to show he needed two more drinks. They knew him in this place. He came there everytime he travelled through this town. He only ever drank beer or jack and coke so the waiter nodded and went to pour the drinks. One minute later they were placed on the table next to him. He watched her finish her little sexy dance to his theme song and once it ended, she once again spun around slowly and met his eyes and he waved her over. To his surprise she actually came to him without hesitation.
"I bought you a drink," he handed her one of the glasses.
"That's really kind of you," she said. "Thanks."
"I'm Baron," he said.
"Mina," she said.
"Mina? Like in the Dracula movie? Are you gonna turn evil and devour me?" He joked.
"You have the roles mixed up. Lucy was the one who turned into a vampire," she said.
"But Mina was the one who stole the heart of Dracula and in my book that makes her the dangerous one," he said.
"Ah, you do know your horror movies," she smirked.
He chatted her up for a little while and their drinks were gone too fast for his liking. He didn't want her to leave him standing there and he had two choices now. Offer her another drink or do a bold move.
"You wanna get out of here?" He asked.
"Where to?" She asked.
"I'm staying at a hotel just around the corner," he answered.
"You're here on vacation?" She asked.
"Yes," he lied.
"Sure, let's go. Can I raid the mini bar?" She giggled lightly.
"You can raid anything you want in that room," he said.
They went to the wardrobe to get their stuff. He had a normal jacket while she had a big bag and a floor long black coat. She pulled up the hood and basically disappeared under the coat. He chuckled to himself. Although she was almost hidden, the look sure was cute on her and he chose not to say anything but instead enjoy it.
As they went outside, he automatically reached for her hand and she didn't protest. The walk to the hotel was short and when he found himself inside the elevator with her, he went through all the things he'd like to do to her in his head.
Once inside his room she finally let the hood down. She placed her bag on the little table and then got out of her coat. Back was the sexy woman in the little black dress and the silk gloves.
"There's something familier about you but I've never met a Mina before," he said.
"Maybe I just have one of those faces," she said.
"One of those gorgeous faces," he said.
He got out of his jacket too and immetiately went over to her, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her close to kiss her. He slowly walked her towards the bed but before he reached it, she broke the kiss and ducked out of his arms. He looked at her confused as she bit her lip and took a step backwards.
"You seem like a guy usually in control of things. Are you willing to give up some of that control?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
She smirked as she moved to her bag, opening it and pulling out some scarfs.
"You wanna blindfold me?" He chuckled.
"No, I wanna tie you up," she answered.
He knew it was a dangerous move with a complete stranger but she just looked so needy and he felt his dick rise by that look in her eyes. He looked at the scarfs again. Surely he would be able to rip his way out of them if needed. He was strong and a simple knot couldn't hold him down.
"Alright," he licked his lips.
"Then get naked and get on the bed," she demanded.
He kicked off his shoes and stripped down with pride. She eyed his dick and he couldn't help but grin when he saw how she seemed to like what she saw. He placed himself on his back and she moved over, pulling his arms to either side and tying them to the headboard. First then did he realize she still had two scarfs in her hands but before he could ask, she moved down and pulled his legs to either side, tying them and securing the other end of the scarfs to the legs of the bed.
"Can you get out?" She asked.
He tried pulling on the scarfs a little, not really putting much strength in it.
"No," he answered.
"Good," she said. "On to phase 2."
She moved to her bag again and pulled out a knife.
"Jesus, fuck, what are you doing with that?" He yelled.
"Ssh ssh ssh," she shushed him as she moved towards the bed again. "We're just gonna talk."
He yanked on the scarfs again, this time putting all his strength into it, but the knots didn't move at all. Too late he realized she had to be a girl scout or something like that, knowing how to tie bad ass knots.
"Help!" He screamed.
He immetiately went quiet as he felt the knife under his dick.
"No, please," he begged.
"If I hear you scream again, I'm gonna cut off your dick and force it into your mouth to keep you quiet. Do you understand?" She stared at him.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Good," she said.
She crawled up and straddled his stomach, putting her feet on either side of him and resting her arms on her knees. It gave him a clear view under the little black dress but he kept staring in her eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"We met before, you know. Many years ago. That's why you thought I looked familiar. Granted, I had red hair back then and you and your two buddies didn't care to know my name. After our meeting I got known in the news as alley girl since I was in a coma the first three days and couldn't tell them my name," she said.
"No," he whispered.
"I'm afraid so," she said.
"No, you have got to be kidding me," he said.
She let out a loud snort and shook her head.
"Kidding you? Oh my fucking god! You and your friends dragged me into that alley, beat me and raped me, and you put your hands around my throat to kill me. You didn't do a good job at that, by the way," she raged. "So no, Baron, I'm not fucking kidding you."
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry. It was a long time ago and I'm not that man anymore," he said.
"But I'm still that woman. Do you know how it felt to be asked by the police if I had actually asked for this? If I had been out drinking and leading you on? No one believed me when I said I had just taken a walk and been jumped by three strangers. I didn't know your names but I never forgot your faces. And then one day I zap through the channels on tv and there you suddenly are. Turns out you're a fucking famous wrestler now. You were given everything while I still suffer," she said.
"Please, don't hurt me," he pleaded.
"The names and whereabouts of your two friends," she said.
"No, I won't give you that," he said.
She put the knife to his chest and started cutting slowly. He gritted his teeth and tried to keep the scream of pain within.
"Here's the deal, Baron. You can choose to take the torture for all three of you or I can go easy on you if you give me what I want. I got all night to play with you," she said.
He gave her a cold stare and she just shrugged her shoulders and put the knife to his chest again, once again cutting slowly.
"Dennis and Martin!" He shouted. "All their info is in the contact list on my phone."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" She pulled the knife away from his skin.
She moved out of bed and found his phone in his jeans on the floor. She scrolled through it until she found the two men she was looking for.
"There you are," she smirked.
"You won't get away with this," he said.
"Sure I will. I got gloves on and this is a wig. I even shaved my head so I won't accidently drop any of my hair. And all the security cameras have is a hooded figure next to you. Don't think that coat will ever be shown in public again," she said.
She moved over to her bag, took out a notebook and a pen, wrote down their info and put the phone back in Baron's jeans before crawling up to straddle him once again, only this time she rested her knees down on the bed so she could lean further over him.
"So tell me what you put inside me after I blacked out," she said.
"I don't know what you mean," he said.
"Yes, you do. I went through several surgeries but the doctors couldn't do anything. I can't have children. I can't even have sex due to all the scars inside me. The pain is unbearable. That didn't come from your three mini dicks. You put something else inside me to mess me up completely," she said.
"That was Martin," he cried. "Please, he's married. Don't put his wife through this."
"I'm not gonna touch his wife," she said. "What did he put inside me?"
"A baseball bat with nails," he let out a loud sob.
The memories flooded his brain. So much blood had run out of her once Martin had had his fun. He and Dennis hadn't tried to stop him. They had just stood there, watching and laughing. Back then he had found some weird comfort in her being dead already. It wasn't until next morning he found out that she was actually still alive.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "We thought you were dead. You were supposed to be dead. I choked you out."
She leaned down so she was inches away from his face. She waited for him to regain control and stop the loud sobs before she spoke.
"You sick fuck!" Her tone was cold.
"Please. You promised to let me go if I gave them to you," he said.
"I promised no such thing. I said I would go easy on you with the torture which I have," she said. "I never said I wasn't gonna kill you."
She moved her hand up fast, slicing his throat before he knew what was happening. He started gurgling and struggling against the scarfs again. She leaned back up, just watching him while he bled out on the bed.
Once he stopped moving and his eyes stared into nothing, she moved away from him again. She washed the knife in the bathroom sink and then removed all the scarfs. She put away all the items in her bag, put on the coat, pulled up the hood and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.