She could hardly believe what she was seeing as she quickly looked through the webpage but there it all was. A picture of him, a short description about him being the ultimate bad boy fantasy, the safe word, what he was willing to do, his price.
"You really charge that much?" She asked.
He held a chuckle within. He had expected some sort of questions but he hadn't expected that to be the first one.
"For a normal kidnap and rape, yes. If people want extra, it costs extra," he answered.
"Like what?" She asked.
"Like... the knife for instance. John asked specific for it. It was 50 dollars extra," he answered.
"Jesus," she muttered.
He placed the laptop on the table and looked at her.
"John contacted me. I thought you had picked me out yourself and sent him to set it up. That's usually how it goes," he said.
"Does women really want this? To be raped by a stranger?" She asked.
"You have no idea how many women has that fantasy," he answered and smirked.
"That's sick," she said.
"Hey, don't judge other people's sexlife. It might not be for you but if other people like it, let them have it," he said.
"Can I go home now?" She asked with a sigh.
Of course she could. She was free to go. She wasn't his prisoner. There was just something he needed to get into her head first that seemed to not get through at all.
"Halina, do you understand what John did?" He asked.
She looked at him confused.
"John set this up. He knew you didn't want it," he said.
Still all he got was a confused look.
"Jesus, Halina," he said and ran his hand down his face. "John wanted you to get raped. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him but he's sick. Do you understand? Do you understand what he did and what almost happened to you because of him?"
"I don't believe you," she said lowly.
"You don't believe me?" He laughed, not in amusement, more in disbelief. "Fine, I'll prove it to you."
He took out his phone and dialed a number. As it was answered in the other end, he gently placed his index finger on her lips.
"Hello John, it's Dean. The job's done. Where do you want to meet to settle the rest of the payment? Your house? Sure, I'll come around back. See you soon," he said and hung up.
"The rest of the payment?" She asked.
He stared at her. Again, not the question he had expected to be the first one.
"I charge half before the show, like a deposit only they're not getting the money back. Some women wants out and uses the safe word so that's my way of still getting paid," he explained.
She just nodded and he let out a little sigh.
"Let's go," he said.
"I don't wanna go back into that van," she said.
"You're not. The van is only used for picking up clients. I have a normal car. I'll even let you drive it if it makes you feel more comfortable," he said.
"No, no, that's alright," she said.
