Chapter 6
The next two days were filled with nothing but torture, anguish, and downright fear for my life. The Undertaker allowed me to rest that first night, but that next morning I found myself still chained to the bed but this time…I was naked and blind folded. I whimpered and sniffled as tears filled my blinded eyes. I could hear men from his gang snickering while others said things like, "Looks good enough to eat," or, "They say cheerleaders will do anything for freedom." He left me like that the entire day letting his boys touch me in places I never let any man cross. I had never felt so violated in my entire life.
The second day, I woke up to find him alone in the room with me. He was standing in the far right corner leaning against the wall with his hands tucked neatly in his pockets. He had a curious gaze in his eye as I came to the realization that my hands and ankles were free and the tape from my mouth was gone. I was also wearing an oversized shirt that came down over my body and stopped just below my knees. I sat up in bed and wrapped my arms around my legs turned away from his soul piercing gaze.
"Your uncle has accepted my challenge…" he said. "If he wins…I'll return you to him."
I squeezed my arms around my legs wondering what would happen should he happen to lose. I didn't have to wait long for the answer because he pushed himself away from the wall and walked up behind me. I closed my eyes as he gently rubbed the back of my head.
"And if he fails…you'll be my new pet so to speak." He said before laughing. I didn't bother to turn and look at him as he turned and left the room. Fear and the uncontrollable pounding of my heart kept me up throughout the night. I tried to scream as loud as I could but it seemed as though nothing could reach the floor above me. I could hear my kidnapper walking around heavily, probably planning his next move. I was scared of what he planned to do to me should John lose the challenge whatever it was. Better yet…what would he do to me until then?
I ended up falling asleep for what seemed like an hour or two before waking up to the sound of two people arguing above me. I had been shackled and gagged like before too.
"Sara I don't know anything about a missing girl ok?" The Undertaker yelled. "Why do you care about this girl so much anyway?"
"Because she's one of the girls on my cheerleading squad, and she's a wonderful person."
My heart leaped into my throat. Sara…my coach, she was here in the house but why? I started wiggling my wrists hoping that the sound of the handcuffs against the iron bedpost would reach her ears.
"Oh…well I don't know anything about it and if I did…don't you think I would have told you about it?" he asked her.
"No I don't actually. I know this girl which is why I know you wouldn't tell me." She said. "Please Mark…where is she?"
He sighed and stomped off to my left. "For the last time…I don't know anything about the damn girl! Sure her uncle has been a thorn in my side for quite some time, but I would never put an innocent girl's life in danger over him!"
She sighed and I began rattling the handcuffs vigorously. I then heard her gasp and then her footsteps quickly approached the door to the basement.
"What the hell are you doing?" The Undertaker asked.
"I hear something in the basement Mark." She snapped. "If I find this little girl down here I swear to God-"
"-Sara I'm a bad man I admit that…but I wouldn't kidnap a girl that I knew you would go to the police for. Come here." He said in the softest voice I had ever heard.
She walked back to him and together they walked to another part of the house, so much for being discovered. That man had her wrapped around his finger so there was no way I was getting out of this. A few moments later I heard Sara leave the house, giving him a sweet kiss in the process. Once she was gone, he went back to what I assumed was the kitchen and shuffled around for a while. Shortly after,
I heard his footsteps coming towards the basement. I shrieked a little at the sound of the door opening and his footsteps descending the steps. I closed my eyes tightly, silently praying to myself, "Please don't let him hurt me….please God."
When he finally got to the door I was behind, he unlocked it and then said, "Lights."
Suddenly the lights popped on and the door shut behind him. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the bed.
"You know…you almost got me caught." He said as he whipped open the curtains to my right. He was dressed differently than I remembered, holding a gallon of water in one hand and a cloth of some sort in the other. He laughed as I turned my head in the opposite direction. He sat down the water and the cloth and then walked back to the front of the room. I couldn't see him but I could hear him digging through something.
"I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with you today…I let you rest last night." He said before reappearing back to my left. In his hand was a video camera that had three long legs sticking out the bottom of it. I watched as he got it set up in the corner and turned it on. My body tensed as he slowly stepped closer to me. I kept my frightened eyes on him as he picked up the cloth from the table.
"I think we should make a little video for your uncle….he really has no idea who he's dealing with and I think you and I could show him just the type of man I am."
I groaned while he reached over and ripped the tape from my mouth. "You're fucking crazy!"
He laughed and backed away, "I'm not as crazy as that uncle of yours. Did he really believe that he could get away with what he's been doing to my crew?"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Rap battles shouldn't have to come to this."
He raised his eyebrow at me before taking off his white beater. I became breathless a little at the sight of his body. Sure I've seen John without his shirt, but I felt some type of way seeing the leader of the biker gang without his. He was perfect and dashingly handsome…yet, so evil.
"Rap battles?" he chuckled and unfolded the cloth. "Do I really look like a man who raps? Better yet, do any of my boys look that way?"
I balled my hands up into fists and clenched my teeth, "I just know what he told me."
"Well he told you wrong sweetness." He said as he mounted me, crushing my lower half with his weight. "Your uncle is more into brawling with the big boys and taking their money than he is into rapping. The rap game wasn't making enough money for him to take care of his pretty little niece…so he turned to fighting."
My breathing started to pick up as he covered my face with the cloth. It was then that I came to the realization of what he was trying to do.
"Oh please don't...I had no idea what he was doing!" I screamed.
He laughed, "Well now you do and when your uncle gets this…he'll realize that this isn't a game to me. He's fucking with my crew and my money and that alone is enough for me to take his most precious asset from him."
"Please don't kill me, I'll do anything you say!" I cried.
"Hmmm, anything?" he asked.
I sniffled and nodded my head, "Yes anything!"
He laughed and started pouring water onto my face. I shook my head, trying to keep it from running into my mouth but it still went down my nose making me choke. I coughed and spit up water from under the cloth. I needed air, and I needed it fast. He stopped after a few seconds that felt like minutes. He took the cloth from my face, letting me gasp for air.
"Say it…say you'll do anything I say." He said.
I coughed and fought to catch my breath before saying, "I'll do it…I'll do anything you say."
"Not loud enough." He said before covering my face again and pouring more water on my face. My body struggled under him as he continued his game, forcing me to eventually scream that I surrendered to his power. Once the torture was over he unshackled me and then turned off the video camera.
"Your uncle will be fighting me Friday night…when he loses…we'll see if you do as I say."
I curled up on the wet mattress as he left me alone. I cried to myself hoping that John would win this challenge and I would be away from this monster forever.
