Author's Comments- Here comes some angst and darkness. Just like to warn people because it can be triggering. I can't just stop writing this story now... gotta see this through to the end!

Chapter 11

Lisa groaned as she could smell something so rancid. She felt her eyes begin to open as if she had just been sleeping a long time. But why had she been sleeping? The last thing she remembered was being at Rico's with Tina—and then…

'Oh shit'

Her body hurt. It felt like she had been hit by a bus. It was as if she had drank all day but she barely finished her first one. Her mind was cloudy and she couldn't remember much. Her eyes were still fighting slowly to open as she couldn't really see anything. It was dark. It was cold. She went to move and let out a soft groan as she realized she was restricted of her movements. Her feet were barely touching the ground, and her arms and hands were dangling above her head. She tried to step back, but nothing. Her legs felt weak—everything felt weak. She couldn't help but wonder what happened. Her body and mind still weren't with it and she wasn't in panic mode yet. It must have been a nightmare again and she was going to wake up right next to Hank holding her.

She tried to shift again and felt a chill. She wasn't wearing what she was wearing earlier. Someone had changed her. She couldn't tell what she had on but it wasn't the dress. Her thighs were exposed with only a little material running up them. Her hair was in her face and she had heels on. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Wha-where am I…?" she mumbled, her head hanging down as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. She winced, feeling like her head had been beaten in. Lisa let a groan cross her lips as she tried to step forward again, her knees gave out and all her weight was on her hands and arms. She let out a soft cry. All the blood was rushing out of her arms and hands from hanging there for some time now. She couldn't tell how much time had passed but she knew she had been there for a while with how she was beginning to feel. Her mind was cloudy, but she was alert enough to know that she was in terrible danger.

At that moment lights clicked on. Her eyes shut quickly, hissing at the light burning her eyes. Slowly she opened them, letting her eyes adjust but her vision was so blurry still. "What the fuck is going on…?" she mumbled, her head tilting and resting against her right arm. Slowly she opened her eyes again and looked where she was. It was a small room, like a basement—with not a whole lot in it. There were no windows. There was a metal cot in the corner with a dirty mattress on it- no sheets or pillows. There was a bucket sitting on the floor next to the bed. She slowly looked right in front of her and saw a woman—a woman who looked terrified, dressed in nothing but black lingerie, stockings, and heels, and chained up.

After another moment Lisa's eyes widened as she realized that woman was her. "Oh god…" she whimpered, fighting against the restraints again as she looked at herself in the mirror. All of a sudden she stopped as she heard something.

I can't stop this feeling

Deep inside of me

Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me

When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything's all right

I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me

Lips are sweet as candy
It's taste stays on my mind
Girl, you got me thirsty
For another cup of wine

Got a bug from you, girl
But I don't need no cure
I just stay affecting
If I can for sure

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up girl
Yeah, you turn me on

The song was loud, filling the room. She winced, closing her eyes for a moment as she fought against the restraints again. Her eyes flew open as she heard a door opening. She tried to turn and she realized the door must have been behind her. Lisa let her eyes drag up to the mirror as she looked in it and could see a door opening slowly. The song continued to play as she saw a figure come into the room. He was dressed in a black suit, he was tall, and had very broad shoulders. But that wasn't what caught Lisa's attention—it was the ski mask over his face. She whimpered softly, closing her eyes as she didn't even want to look anymore.

All of a sudden she heard a voice, "I'm hooked on a feeling…"

The voice was deep, dark-and sent a shiver right down her spine. All of a sudden the music stopped. Her eyes slowly opened to come face to face with the man in the ski mask. All she could see were his dark eyes staring back at her. Her body adjusted, taking a few steps back in her heels but almost falling as the restraints didn't let her move very far. Lisa stopped moving as she heard an audible groan leave the man standing in front of her. Her eyes glared into his.

"What the fuck do you want?" Lisa hissed.

Then came the laugh, that evil dark laugh. He was laughing? He moved around her slowly as if he was the lion zeroing in on his prey. "You are…" he began but paused as he stood behind her. Lisa could feel his eyes on her- and could see him in the mirror. "You are breathtaking my dear…" he finally said. She inhaled slowly, swallowing hard as she tried to push her fear to the side. People like him fed off fear. The ski mask reminded her the day she met Hank—he saved her in her own office from the hostage situation. Lisa had gone to therapy for so long to work out the PTSD…but now…seeing this man in a ski mask brought back those vivid terrifying moments. As the man spoke Lisa knew immediately who this was. This had to be Dominic…the one Hank was looking for. Lisa shivered visibly and the man smirked through the mask.

"Cold beautiful…?" he asked as his hands slowly slid up her body. She felt his fingers start from her knees, and move up slowly against her thighs, where he played with the guarder that connected the stockings to the lingerie. His fingers played with the flimsy straps against her thighs until she felt him move to her waist where he gripped her.

"You have goosebumps…" he whispered in that deep and dark tone. She whimpered softly before trying to fight against the touch. "You don't want to do that…" he threatened, his hands leaving her hips slowly. Lisa looked back in the mirror and realized that this was her lingerie that she had brought with her. "Hope you don't mind I borrowed your attire…it's much better than what I had for you…" he said as he moved back around in front of her. He smirked as he noticed the look on her face.

"Oh yes Lisa Nolan…I have been following since you got to this island with your husband…too bad he likes to golf more than he likes to be around your beautiful figure…I would pick you every time…"

Lisa looked away from him, moving against her restraints. She heard him almost growl as he gripped her chin with his hand. She fought against his touch but he just gripped tighter, grabbing her around her neck. "Don't fight this…you will learn quick not to…" he hissed as he was now closing the space between them. Lisa had to think fast, she leaned back against the restraint and lifted her one leg quickly and kicked him as hard as she could. He lowered himself to the ground with a groan as he grabbed himself.

"Poor Lisa…can't take my word for it…" he hissed. She tilted her head in confusion before she realized what he meant as she felt pain like no other rattle through her body. Her head fell back as she cried out in pain—and her body tensed with every volt. He was shocking her-It felt like it lasted forever but it was only a few moments. She went limp, her body dangling there as she felt tears streaming out of her eyes.

Dom stood, gripping her chin again and forcing her to look back at him. "I don't want to hurt you…but I will if you can't behave. This is your new home so get comfy. You aren't going anywhere" he glared at her as her eyes met his. His eyes trailed down her body slowly and she trembled, feeling his eyes burn through her.

"You are definitely the best I have had the pleasure of meeting in quite some time…" his hands slowly moved back to her hips before slowly running up her sides. She fought against the touch for a moment before hearing him clear his throat. "You are lucky…" he stated, causing her to look up at him in confusion. "With a body like yours…I won't get bored for quite some time…."

Lisa swallowed hard before looking away from him again. She felt his hand on her shoulder before running up against her neck and around, grabbing the back of her neck. She groaned as she felt him tighten his grip. "I am so glad you have some fight in you too…makes it that much more fun for me…" he hissed. Her eyes peered into his, her lips pressed into a tight thin line. His grip loosened as he ran his hand into her hair before taking a handful and yanking her head to the side.

"I am going to make you beg…." He paused, letting his hot mouth trail up her jaw line to her ear slowly. Lisa stayed still, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "I am going to make you beg and plead for your life…" he hissed into her ear.

Her body trembled at the sound of his voice. He smirked, knowing that she was fearful. He hummed in approval as he moved his face back, looking down her body again. "You sleep tight doll…I will be back in the morning…" he touched her cheek, pinching it before slapping it gently a few times and walking away. He stopped at the door, sighing as his eyes took in her figure hanging there. "You won't have to be like that for long if you learn to listen…" he stated plainly before closing the door. Lisa's body shook as she began to sob. She tried to stay quiet but then began building in volume as the lights all went out and she was left in the pure darkness, alone—in fear for her life…..again.