She's The Man

(Chapter 9)

Okay, so I'm in some deep shit. But I've done worse, so it can't be that bad right?

"I've looked over some of your documents. Well, the legal ones anyway. From what we've seen, you have no real records, birth certificate, or any other form of real identification. You said you were going to leave this business because you wanted to close this chapter in your life, not because you wanted to steal over 500,000,000,000 dollars from this whole company and change yourself into some overly built, provocative woman! We have reported you and now you can either pay us back the money that you have stolen, or you can do up to 35 years in prison. Your choice." Vince said. Busted? Hell yeah. I don't think I'll ever find my way out of this one…

"How did you steal that much money?" Randy exclaimed out loud. Maybe even too loud. "I'll tell you that later, but right now, we need to find our way out of this office!" I whispered. Vince obviously heard me. "You're not going anywhere. We know how you got ahold of our money you had no business getting ahold of! You simply stole the pay checks from your fellow co-workers and went through our monthly to yearly taxes. Those are NOT for anyone to see except for me! You also have no legal proof of who you are now. Everything to social security numbers, birth certificates, and other identification cards are all false! Why in the hell would you put yourself through so much damn bullshit and expect not to get caught? Now this business will have to be shut down until we are out of debt! Everyone that is employed here can thank you for making them lose their jobs! Do you have any idea how hard it will be for some of these people to find jobs after this? These people have families to support and kids to put through college! They can't afford to lose everything they have because of you!" Vince yelled. I heard a loud slam behind me and noticed that randy was gone.

"We'll get him back in here a little later. Right now I have to deal with your thief ass! So tell me, how much did all this plastic and cosmetic shit you did to yourself cost?" Vince asked. "About 33,000 dollars all together sir." I managed to choke out. "And what did you do with the rest of the money?" Vince sputtered. I could tell he wanted to lose it. But he managed to keep his cool. "I-…I spent it all on a new house, new cars, clothes, I spent some on family and friends, and I went on plenty of vacations! I laughed nervously. "And how much do you have of it left?" Vince asked, on the verge of going ballistic. "About 1,000 dollars." I replied nervously. "Get. Out. Of. My. Office. Now. Please." I knew I was in danger of a beating and whatever else was to come. So I stood up and quickly exited the office.

I walked out and left for my hotel room. It was quiet, cold and very dark. I was almost to my room when something hit me really hard in the back of the head. I screamed and fell to the floor. I was knocked out.

A short while later, I opened my eyes and I was on top of a bed. I was naked, tied up, and held down by chains. This was very uncomfortable. The room was pitch black and I heard someone come up next to me. They rubbed their hand from my chest all the way down my legs and kept repeating this over and over. The touch was familiar. The person had stopped rubbing me and whispered. "You liked that, yeah?" I just whimpered out a quiet "no" and pretty much remained silent after that. The person laughed again. Suddenly I felt a huge fist punching my face over and over. I couldn't help but scream and cry for them to stop. The punching continued then followed by something slicing it's way through the skin on my stomach. I screamed even louder. "No one can hear you baby, It's just you and me all alone. Don't you enjoy this love?" the person asked. Then I felt another slice all the way down both of my legs. By now I was in so much pain that I couldn't even speak or scream. The cutting and slicing continued all over my body. My arms, hands, shoulders, legs, scalp, face, stomach, vaginal area, and feet. But finally, the sharp object was brought up to my left breast. It was cut open. I felt a strange object slip out. The same thing was repeated to my right breast. I felt something dripping on my face. Then a huge splash. Like water or something. Oh god no. My implants! That's when I gathered myself together and started screaming hysterically.

This person released me from my restraints and pulled me to my feet and led me over to a small area with something in front of me. I stepped over hard, stiff, fleshy type things. A light was turned on. I was standing in front of a mirror. I saw how I looked. I looked like something off of a horror movie! My whole body was cut up, I was missing pieces of my scalp and hair, and my chest area had huge gashes and holes from where my implants used to be before they were popped on my face. I felt my knees buckling and my body getting weak from so much blood loss. I glanced around the room and saw all of my friends dead and rotting away. Some of them even missing their heads or other body parts. They looked like they have been tortured, hung, shot, and stabbed to death. I looked back into the mirror and the person who did this to me was Randy. He had a wicked smile upon his mouth and blood coming out of his mouth and dripping down his body. "Why?" is all I could get out. He didn't respond. He just walked towards me and shoved his mouth against mine. I tried to escape with what strength I had. It didn't work. He pulled away and I fell to my knees and started puking like there's no tomorrow. Randy cut his own tongue out of his mouth. It was bloody and gushy.

I finally quit puking and looked up at him. He got down on his knees in front of me and pushed me down on my back. He got on top of me and tried fingering me. I bucked my hips away from him. He cut me up too much down there so it's pointless of him to try and get anything out of it. He eventually gave up on that and shoved a gun in my mouth. He pulled the trigger and at that split second, everything went black.