They'd been fighting. Amanda knew that. But she had no idea the outcome. It sounded like one of them had tacked the other and now it was deadly silent outside. But with Wade being here, there were now two sets of keys for the door. If she could trap Kyle in here, she could get them and get the fuck OUT of here.
But how? The mattress trick hadn't worked. She had nothing to use here as a weapon, she could only try to surprise him. She made out a plan in her head and waited for movement outside. It wasn't much of a plan but it was better than nothing. She made sure to pull the mattress in view so he could see that she wasn't going to try that again.
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At 9 p.m., Fontana, exhausted, said that he was going to call it a night. They'd been spending hours trying to find an answer to Amanda's enigmatic statement of watching House with Greg and just weren't getting anywhere.
Officer Pete Davis with the Torrington Police Department had called a couple of hours ago. The Mohawk State Forest had been searched as fully as they could with the manpower present, but there had been no sign of a car, or the kidnapper, or Amanda. They'd arrived even faster than they had thought they would, but still missed them.
At 9:30, Strahm had practically forced Jake to go to bed. He didn't think he'd seen the guy eat since breakfast this morning. He hadn't even left the study for the entire day, Strahm was pretty sure, not even to go to the bathroom. And he'd been as good as his word. He hadn't been underfoot and had interjected in conversations only when asked or prompted.
He was just as stumped at the House with Greg comment as they were, because he was positive that Amanda had never even watched a single episode of the series, which had been on for a couple seasons or so.
"I am tired," Jake said, "Even though it doesn't feel like I've really done anything. I feel bad because if I feel tired I can't imagine what Amanda is feeling..."
Strahm said, "You can't think like that, Jake. Amanda is strong and we both know it. As I've said...She's probably the most unique kidnapping victim I've ever investigated a case on."
Jake was frowning and near tears. He kept his voice low. "He hit her. We all heard it, even my parents heard it. It was already an awful situation before that phone call, but knowing he's hitting her and God knows what else has made it even fucking worse."
Strahm put a hand on his shoulder. "I warned you it was a possibility. I think this is probably the first situation that he's ever done it in. He's folding under the pressure of all this and he's lashing out. Even in that phone call it seemed a bit like a high-strung performance. He's at the end of the rope and trying to sound like a tough guy, like a kidnapper would."
"Which means by tomorrow, when he's ready to call about the money drop, he's going to be in even worse shape mentally." Jake was staring at the floor. He felt completely helpless and all of the strength he had seen Amanda show up to now was not reassuring him in the slightest. She was alone. She would be needing him, and he could not be there for her.
Strahm said, "We're going to hit this hard in the morning, after I've had some time to think it through. I'm going to play that audio of hers over and over until I get it, and I promise you, Jake. I will. I will find her tomorrow before you even have to think about getting the money for that ransom drop. Me, Perez, Fontana. We will crack this. just remember what I told you. When we bring her home, if she needs it...Kid gloves."
Jake nodded and slowly climbed the steps. He took off his shoes and collapsed on the bed. When his arm draped over the side of the bed where Amanda's warm body should be, he cried until his exhausted mind shut off and he drifted into a troubled sleep, the tears drying on his cheeks.
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Kyle wasn't sure how long he'd been out when he finally snapped back to awake. He looked at his watch and it said it was 9:03. The house was silent. He got to his knees and looked forward. Wade was very dead. The carpet underneath his body was soaked with his blood, and the visible skin of his body was pale.
He got to his feet and turned the other way, looking at Amanda's closed and locked door. Then he slowly started walking towards it, sticking his knife in his belt.
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Amanda had been wrapped in the blanket. She had laid against the radiator and had not moved. She watched the door, watched for signs. Her heart beat anxiously. She knew he would come in at least once more tonight, and he was now completely unpredictable.
Which also was making him increasingly more dangerous. And the more dangerous he got, the more likely it was he'd find out the healing secret.
When she saw the shadow of feet she stood up, darted away from the radiator, and threw the blanket onto the mattress, getting into position. She knew it was Kyle. Wade would have spoken to her.
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Kyle unlocked the padlock, opened the door enough to put his hand in, and switched on the light. Then he opened the door wider. The mattress and blanket were in his vision, but the room appeared empty otherwise.
"Come ON Amanda. I'm not in the mood for fucking games right now. Come out where I can see you."
There was silence in reply. It was 50/50 on where she was hiding. He gambled. He put his right shoulder against the door and shoved it open quickly with his body weight and relished Amanda's surprised squeal as he squeezed her between the door and the wall behind her back. Once he had her pinned, he squeezed her with his body weight three more times and those times she cried in pain instead of squealing.
"Get out here! Get the fuck out here goddamnit!" He pulled the door away from the wall and she fell to her hands and knees. The rope that Wade had untied from her wrists was nearby so he picked that up too. "I think someone needs to lose another layer. Too warm in here." He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, leaving her in the blouse and slacks only. Her feet were still bare.
"No more rescue attempts, Amanda, just you and me till the payoff. Just you and me." He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her and started to carry her and she surprised him with a sharp headbutt. It was a good thing she was short and that he had his head raised. She whacked his chin and his lower lip, but it was still a solid blow and he rocked backward a step.
He responded by viciously backhanding her and throwing her to the floor hard, then he bent over, grabbed her hair and dragged her around the loveseat he'd brought in. She'd moved the mattress so there was now a gap between the radiator and the loveseat facing it. She gripped his wrist and struggled and kicked and screamed and fought him the whole way, but he was stronger.
The metal had plenty of gaps that he could snake the rope through. He held her down by a knee and cut two sections of rope off with his knife, now caked in Wade's dried blood, then tied one of her wrists tightly to the radiator, and then the other.
He stood up. Amanda kicked her legs and pulled at the ropes, but she wasn't going anywhere. The rope was strong, the knots were tight, and the radiator was firmly bolted to the floor. She screamed at him, obscenities that he'd never have expected could come from the mouth of such a small, beautiful woman.
He touched the lip where she'd headbutted him. Christ, where had she learned how to fight? She was like a fucking wild cat, and completely the opposite of the girl who's virginity he'd taken. He waved the bloody knife at her, thinking she'd get the hint and yet she still screamed curse after curse.
Amanda knew she was cornered and she kept fighting but was getting nowhere. Kyle flopped on the loveseat with the leftover remnants of the rope and the bloody knife in his hand and stared off into space, thinking. Amanda eventually stopped cursing and simply glowered at him in her rage. The fucker. Why couldn't he have gone into the fucking bathroom like she'd hoped?
"I'm a murderer now." Kyle was still staring off into space, as though the words surprised him. "He wasn't going to let me keep you and after I stabbed him he tried to choke me. For you. He tried to kill me even with a knife wound to save you."
Amanda kept glaring at him, uncertain of what his fucking point was. Was he going to blame her for murdering Wade as well, in addition to trying to blame her for him kidnapping her?
"If you'd given me the money after Starbucks...I wouldn't be a murderer now. I've had brushes with the law, but now I've committed two felonies."
Amanda wanted to puke. Yep. He was blaming her for having to kill Wade, when all he would have had to do was have Wade let her go. She'd have probably let Kyle go off back into his miserable existence, and at the time, she had no idea that Strahm, Perez, and Fontana had figured out who Kyle was already, and that even if she had not pointed the finger at him, he was getting arrested.
Kyle looked at her. Her sexy, firm body. He could see the dark nipples of her breasts hidden only by the white silk of her expensive blouse. Even after almost two days here, he realized that for as much as he hated her for making him kidnap her to get money...She really was a beautiful woman.
"Two felonies, Amanda," Kyle told her, hollowly. "Two felonies I've committed since all of this started." Amanda was looking at him, her eyes losing some of the glare, becoming wary.
"You really are beautiful, Amanda. So, so beautiful...And now that I'm facing two felonies when I'm caught, one of them being murder...It really makes no difference if I add one more...does it?"
"No." Amanda pulled at the ropes binding her to the lukewarm radiator. "No, Kyle, don't you even FUCKING think about it." She knew what he was going to do. And she couldn't stop him.
But she tried.
He knelt beside her and she kicked her legs viciously and kept them spread so he couldn't pull her slacks down, so he just took the knife, cut them as he needed, and pulled/ripped them off of her until they were in tatters and the entire lower half of her body was naked and exposed.
She kicked her legs in earnest, and he went over to the leftover section of rope that he had still available and cut it in half. She refused to stop kicking at him and landed a few decent blows with her left foot before he gripped it tightly and knotted one end around her ankle as she struggled. Then he took the other end and had left himself enough play to knot it securely to one of the ornate wooden legs of the loveseat. With both her hands and one leg out of play, it was easier for him to knot the other rope around her right ankle, and then secure it to the other ornate wooden leg of the other end of the loveseat.
She pulled at the ropes and the muscles of her arms and legs stood out, taut, but she couldn't free herself. She was spread-eagle, virtually naked, and trussed up like a chicken. From his pocket he pulled her panties and she wondered how long he'd been walking around with them in there.
He leaned over her, seemingly trying to decide whether he wanted to stuff them in her mouth or not, and then he decided against it and tossed them away. He grabbed the collar of her silk blouse and pulled, and the buttons snapped and popped off from top to bottom and the blouse hung open, leaving her stomach and breasts exposed.
Yet she felt no fear. She felt at the most anger that she hadn't been clever enough to get the drop on him. She did not beg, she did not cry, she knew that's what he wanted her to do and she also knew that it would make no difference at all if she did. He'd made his position clear. If he was captured, he would be in prison for life on the kidnapping and murder charges that he would surely be convicted of, and he'd decided that he might as well rape her too.
He stood up as she glared at him, pulled off his shoes, unbuttoned his work pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, exposing his seven inch dick. As he looked at her tanned lower body and her shaved pussy, he got hard. Amanda looked at his cock. It was a little bigger than Frank's, but not nearly as big as Jake's, nor as thick. And it was not appealing at all.
"Three strikes, Amanda. I've done two, now the third. After all, if this all goes south, yours will be the last pussy I'm ever inside of." He grinned maliciously at her. Amanda did nothing but glare at him. The smile faded. "You're not going to beg me not to, are you? you think you're a bad bitch, don't you? Fuck you. I'll make you beg. I'll make you cry."
She was pissing him off. He'd screamed at her, cursed at her, made her bleed, physically assaulted her, made her suffer in the cold, and now he was about to rape her and he still could not get the bitch to fucking break down and beg and let him finally have power over her. He really did not understand where she got her resolve from in the intervening years, and if he did not know for sure it was her, it would be impossible for him to reconcile the girl he'd met at 18 with the 36-year-old woman she had become.
Amanda was lost in her own world, her mind flashing back to the Legion camp with Frank, and what she did. Steeling herself for what she knew was about to come. But she did not feel the guilt she had during that time at all. Only rage. If he followed through, it meant nothing. It was shitty sex and would not break her. It would only make her hate him more.
And it would make her kill him. She knew that now. She would find the time, and she would kill him. Even if she had to use her bare hands, she would find the way. This pile of shit, who had decided to fucking rape her just because he knew it wouldn't really fucking affect his prison time, would not fucking live to leave this house. She would fucking make sure of it. She just needed to figure out how.
He was standing over her, hard as a rock as he leered over her mostly-naked body. And suddenly, at that moment, her mind cleared. She felt no fear of what he was about to do to her, but she realized in that moment that she needed to start. That would be her window of opportunity, she hoped. That would allow her the freedom to get access to something that would allow her to viciously murder him.
She'd been basically locked in a room with no weapons whatsoever at her disposal. Even the old toilet in the bathroom did not have a lid to remove to club him with. She'd considered yanking the plug from the bathroom and using it to strangle him in that hour or so interval between him murdering Wade, and before he came for her, but it was too risky.
In the movies, strangling someone seemed to take less than a minute, but she knew from when she'd suffocated Adam that it took far longer to strangle or suffocate someone than that. Also, he outweighed her by 80 pounds at least, and could easily slam her into walls or just let himself fall and crush her to the floor and shake her off of him.
The house had a kitchen. In that kitchen, there would be knives. And in her hand, no one was better than her in being effective with a knife in the real world. When she held one in her palm, it was basically an extension of her wrist. If she got a knife in her hand, she would easily end him. Kyle sat on the floor beside her as her mind plotted, and he rubbed her clit with his fingers. Amanda allowed herself to shudder in revulsion and fear, and he smiled.
Finally, Kyle thought. Finally she's starting to realize that this is no joke, and I'm going to take her and there's nothing she can do about it. He decided to keep touching her for a bit, enjoying watching her continue to shudder in horror, despite herself.
As she continued to show her "fear" and "revulsion," Inwardly, her cunning and calculating mind was working out the details. She needed a knife. She would not get that access if she did not pretend that he'd finally done the one thing to her that had finally broken her. And that one thing, she realized, needed to be this. If she continued to act the way she had for all the time before, he would never let her out of the room. If he believed she had finally broken, and that he had finally destroyed every leftover bit of her resolve, he might become lax at his guard.
He might start not bothering to lock her door. Or he might become so emboldened at seeing her in her "broken and fragile" state that he actually let her out of the room, just keeping her under his watchful eye. Parade her around the house naked and gloating over the fact that the bitch with ice water in her veins had finally been twisted beyond the final breaking point.
But if he didn't believe that, he would never let her leave this room. She'd beaten Frank by letting herself appear weak and broken, and his ego had bought it and killing him had been easy. If she did that with Kyle now, his ego would buy it and that would be his downfall. She was sure of it. And even if she wasn't sure of it, she was out of cards to play. Her verbal clue had not been deciphered, and poor Wade was now somewhere in the house, cold and dead. This was her last card. It was time to play it and go all in.
Kyle had finally tired of playing with her clit and moved his body between her legs. She felt the head of his rigid cock against her entrance. Despite all the time he'd fucked around with his fingers, inside of her, she knew she was as dry as the fucking Mojave Desert. She shoved in her chips, and threw down her card, saying, "Please. Kyle. You don't...Have to cross this line. I'm...Don't do this. Don't do this to me."
Kyle smiled. "It's far too late for you to beg now. Now I want you to scream. I really want to hear you scream and I really want to hear you crying for me to stop, even though I'm not going to." He pressed his cock to her, teasing her, as she pretended to freak out and pulled against her restraints in fake desperation, allowing herself to whimper and act as though she was in panic and fear. He grinned at her. "You ever been raped before?"
Amanda, who had let the memory of Jewelsysmooch move to the front of her mind so that her eyes leaked tears, shook her head as they ran from the corner of her eyes, down her temples, and dripped onto the carpet. "And this...Please, Kyle, this doesn't have to be the first...Please just stop it STOP it Kyle."
Kyle smiled even more broadly. "Oh no, Amanda, we've really come full-circle. now, and it's just too good of an opportunity for me to pass up. I was the first manto fuck you, and now I'll be the first to rape you...And remember Amanda...You ALWAYS remember your first."
He pressed the head of his cock further into her entrance. Amanda gave him the reaction he expected. She pulled at the ropes and shook her body and yes, she realized that not all of it was just performance, she was revolted and horrified that he was going to rape her, but she was enraged also and she would make him suffer for it later. She would make him suffer more than Frank did. That was the price he would pay for this...As soon as her performance got him to lower his guard.
He shoved his cock, inch-by-inch, into her dry pussy and grinned as she screamed and struggled. She kept screaming and struggling and pleading as he groaned in pleasure. Fuck she was tight. A bit dry, but eventually her pussy got wet and made his movements easier.
Amanda kept up the act and derided him in her mind. He was about as good of a lover as Frank. He groaned and moaned and kept up his pace, and she turned her face away as he attempted to kiss her but he grabbed the sides of her head and twisted it firmly and held it in place until he made contact with her lips with his own. Then he pulled at her breasts and sucked on them sloppily.
Amanda felt like puking. Yep, that was a Frank move. Christ, did every fucking asshole motherfucker mistreat tits the same way? They were SENSITIVE. They weren't just funbags to squeeze and twist like fucking Play-Doh. Was Jake the only fucking man in the world who knew how to play with her tits in a way that was erotic and sexy and fucking turned her on even fucking more when he was filling her with his cock?
Amanda closed her eyes tightly, whimpering, and he shoved himself up with one arm as he continued to thrust and slapped her until she opened her eyes. "No, bitch," he told her threateningly. "You look at me. You look at me while I'm doing this to you. You don't get to fucking run and hide way from me now." She let her eyes freeze open in "terror."
He was in hog heaven. Christ she was tight. And now that he was forcing her to watch him she was really crying now as he took her and he could practically see and feel the fight going out of her. It was charging him up and his orgasm was building and building and he knew he would not last much longer. But before he exploded, he had to get in one last dig in to really fuck with her head. "You on the pill?"
Amanda shook her head and played along as her body shook from his thrusts. She let herself cry and said, "No...Not since...Not since I got married. Jake...He...We can't have kids. "
Perfect. Kyle smiled. Her hubby had a low sperm count, and so they'd deemed birth control unnecessary. But while Jake may be lacking in that department...Kyle knew that he wasn't. "Oh...Amanda...You have no idea how happy that makes me. Who knows? Maybe if you're lucky, you'll have the next nine months to remember this night."
And her eyes widened, and she begged for him to stop as he quickened his pace. "It's coming Amanda. Oh fuck it's coming." And he reveled in the fear he'd drawn from her, even stronger than everything else. She was terrified that she was unprotected and that he would fill her with his potent seed and give her a gift to remember him by. In that moment, he genuinely hoped that he would.
Jesus, Amanda thought. What a dirty fucking disgusting fucking pig. What a piece of fucking shit. She went all-out in her playacting. She begged him not to. She begged him to pull out and he ignored her, letting the orgasm build, and build, and then when he was about to cum he growled, "Here comes my present, you bitch."
And then he thrust deeply a few more times as she struggled and he screamed in satisfaction as his sperm rushed from his balls, and he savored the agonized scream of horror and defeat she let out as his dick twitched inside of her and he spurted his seed in her as deeply as possible. Jet after jet shot into her and she went limp and crying and he held himself in her until his dick stopped twitching.
He rolled off of her and laid next to her on the floor, then turned his face to look at her. Her eyes were still streaming tears, but they were frozen in shock and horror and she barely even blinked. He untied her legs. They were limp and stayed parted where they fell on the floor. The fight was out of her. It had taken him almost two days, but he'd finally broken down the bitch's defenses. He looked between her legs and saw he'd cum in her a ton and it was leaking out of her onto the dirty carpet. Slowly, she turned to her side and tried to curl into a fetal position, but it was impossible with her wrists tied above her head.
Seeing her like this made his dick get rigid again almost immediately. He wasn't done yet. He untied her wrists and she made another attempt to curl into the fetal position and wrap her arms around herself but he pulled her wrists together above her head and tied them together with the rope. He dragged her over to her mattress and it was like hauling a sack of potatoes. He laid her on it on her back and her limp thighs parted like water as his dick got hard again in it's excitement.
Of course, Amanda was not broken at all, and she was pretty disgusted that after he'd done what he had the first time, he was going to do the same thing again to her almost immediately. She wished she was in the realm because of she was, she WOULD take Kyle's balls and wear them on a necklace, that was for sure.
When he shoved himself in her again his dick slid in easily from the leftover remnants of the first time he'd forced himself on her. She whimpered as he started violating her again, and somewhere within her struggled weakly but not nearly as much as the first time. It took a great deal of resolve from Amanda's angered mind to only weakly try to struggle against him then basically lay there and take it with little fight.
The one good thing about it, she realized, was that Kyle was already lowering his guard around her. The first time, all of her limbs had been tied and had held her in place. Now he felt she had become so pilable that he'd released all of her limbs from their rope prisons, and while he had tied her again, her arms were still free to move around, even though her wrists were tied. It was working, and no matter how much she hated having to act like a broken weakling, if her plan worked, it would damage him far more when she got to him later. She had to play the long game. Her card was played and all her chips were now in the pot.
He was fucking her so shortly after cumming that it seemed like it only took about five minutes before he was grunting loudly in her ear, "I'm very fertile bitch. VERY fertile," and then moaned and groaned in satisfaction as he came his second load of sperm, less than the first, but still decent, into her cunt to join the first one.
He'd watched her face closely as he'd cum, and her eyes had barely registered anything as his dick had twitched and he'd filled her the second time. He'd finally broken her down completely. The violation, the thought that he might end up making her pregnant had been too much for even her strong resolve to survive. He smiled. He felt like it was one of his crowning achievements, and he'd had doubts that she would ever break for much of her prior time as his captive.
He grabbed his clothes, got up, and left her there, locking the door behind him.
Immediately Amanda dropped the weak act and dug as much of his disgusting spunk out of her as she could. Ugh, why was it during intolerable sex that she had been forced to give the performance of her lifetime to two fucking douchebags with miserable, useless dicks?
Her mind was active, and she thought of what she would do to him when she had the chance. Kyle was a dead man, and he didn't know it. She didn't know yet when the opportunity would arise to strike, but it would. And once he was dead, nothing that he had done to her would matter.
She wanted to wash but she knew it would betray that she wasn't as affected by him as she was pretending to be, so she just kept laying there and eventually she somehow dozed off from laying on the mattress and doing nothing.
Kyle got dressed in the hallway and walked up towards Wade's corpse. He stared at it a moment, feeling nothing, and then walked into the kitchen. Sex made him hungry, and he'd just had it twice. He opened a can of store-bought chili, heated it on the portable burner, and walked into the big former conference room that still had open books on the table, like the prior occupants had left in some sort of hurry. He set the bowl down, then went back to the classic fridge, got a beer, and returned to the bog conference table.
He ate heartily, drank his beer, and then tossed the can and washed out the pot and the bowl. He wondered if Amanda needed any food. He hadn't given her any breakfast, and now that he thought about it, hadn't given her any lunch or dinner either. But she was in no condition to eat now herself, he'd have to probably feed her and he was too lazy. Besides, if one of those two loads of sperm he'd pumped into her did her job, she wasn't going to want to damage her figure any further by eating high-fat, high-calorie canned goods. He smiled. If she got thirsty, she could get water from the tap.
He put on his coat, went outside, and pulled Wade's car back behind the gate and locked it. There were no police around. They hadn't picked up on her Craig House signal on the call. The FBI wasn't as smart as Wade had feared they were, apparently. Too bad Wade, you could have been a multi-millionaire, Kyle thought. He drove the car off the driveway, through the grass, and parked it behind the mansion, then went back around and went inside, locking the main door behind him.
He walked to the door to his own room, then glanced at Amanda's locked door. He unlocked it, cracked it open, and saw her. She had her arms above her waist, and she hadn't even covered herself with a blanket. She was passed out, her legs spread open, and it was so inviting that he felt his dick get hard again and knew he had to have one more round with her. He stripped naked in the hallway and crept towards her on the mattress.
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Amanda wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she felt the rope around her wrists untie and she kept her eyes closed. He fondled her breasts, squeezing them roughly, and then rubbed her clit with his fingers again. He slapped her, and slapped her again, and after the third slap she pretended to wake up.
He was naked and hard again and she pretended to look at him with unfocused eyes as he climbed between her spread thighs and pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head. Jesus fucking Christ, Amanda thought angrily while keeping her face blank, how many fucking times was he going to do this to her tonight before his balls were finally empty and he'd let her fucking sleep in fucking peace? What a fucking shitty motherfucker.
He rammed himself into her hard and she involuntarily screamed, and then he pounded into her with the same sloppy speed that Frank Morrison had done, and she was grateful that she didn't have to pretend to be turned on. She just laid there limply and moaned with faux pain as raped her as hard and painfully as he could until his body went rigid and he jammed his balls against her pussy lips and added one more load of his disgusting spunk inside of her before pulling out.
He pulled the comforter over her ruined body as she curled into the fetal position and stared at the wall with blank, unfocused eyes, "I'll be back in the morning for my breakfast, you cunt. I finally found your weakness. After all this is done, and you're carrying my kid, make sure you name him...Maxwell. I've always liked that name." He tilted her face up, and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. When he took his hand away, her head dropped immediately back to the mattress. She was totally defeated.
He left her there, and Amanda heard the door shut and the click of the lock. She scraped what she could out of her, never more grateful that the powers of the realm prevented her from ever getting pregnant. It was definitely one of the few high points in all this horseshit.
He'd left her untied. Further progress. Now all she needed was for him to leave the door open for her tomorrow and let her have the run of the place. Then he would pay. Still feeling disgusted she had to play this role, she let her eyes close so she could drift back off to sleep. Every fiber of her being wanted to soak in the tub for hours, but she knew that if he came in tomorrow morning to find her clean, he would question how out of it she was.
No, no shower. She wanted him to find her in the same exact "ruined" state as he'd left her. Tomorrow she would bathe. She would add some of his blood to the bathwater as she cleaned herself of him entirely and then after, she would call the police.
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And on the opposite end of the spectrum, Kyle was celebrating his ultimate victory. He should have raped her that first night after he tried to drown her in the bathtub. Oh well, better late than never. He anticipated raping her again in the morning. Maybe a few times before he went off to organize the drop location for the money. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
But tomorrow is the last day you'll be able to do that to her, his mind told him. You realize that now, right? You're in for a penny, and in for a pound. She's a witness to the kidnapping, and you raped her, and she knows you murdered a man. She knows too much. She can identify you. What if they find her before you're safely at an airport? What if they find YOU?
His eyes flew open in the dark. He thought back to when Wade had first noticed her and screamed at him that she had seen them both and could identify them. That had not changed. She still knew exactly who he was and if he got caught collecting the money, or at any time before he could leave the country...
Shit. He could have maybe cut a deal for a lighter sentence if it had just been kidnapping and they hadn't found her location yet at that point. Especially if he was picked up around the time of the money drop. Using her as leverage for a lighter sentence would have been a realistic consideration before. But now he'd added at least second-degree murder to his felonies, and added to the list further with three counts of felony rape.
If he was caught and cut a deal, it would immediately be thrown out once the authorities came here and saw Wade's corpse and found the half-naked and raped kidnapping victim. Of course he was still facing that, but if he did get the money and escape...If they found her before he skipped the country, she'd identify him and the sentence would be waiting.
Also, and he should have realized this before, If he left her alive, even if the police didn't catch him, her father-in-law might. There would be a record when he cashed the checks. Jackson Park was a billionaire. He might hire people to track him down, and he might further pay those people astronomical sums of money to make sure he was dead, and recover the ransom money for good measure. No one in the country he hid out in would care to figure out what happened once it was revealed he was a fugitive from kidnapping, rape, and murder charges in the U.S.
But if he got the money and escaped clean, if she was dead, she couldn't identify him. Eventually they would, but he'd be long gone by then. And now that he'd gotten his first kill out of the way, murdering her would be far easier. Before she'd finally snapped over what he'd done to her, she'd only been worried about being pregnant with his kid. He wondered how she'd feel right now if she knew that he was now deciding that he was going to have to murder her?
Getting caught at the money drop meant he'd face the charges for sure. Leaving her alive also meant he'd potentially face the charges. But if he came back here and murdered her before he left, then if he successfully got his money, he was free and clear and would have plenty of time to make sure he escaped before they discovered his involvement. It would take time to collect the fingerprints and run them, and/or collect his DNA from her and run it.
Nope, murdering her was the best option. He wasn't even bothered by the thought. He'd have 30 million reasons to quickly get over it. He'd rape her some more tomorrow, leave her tied and locked up when he went for the money drop, and if he pulled that off, he'd come back here. He'd strip her naked and tell her that after he raped her one more time, he was letting her go, and then after he had, stab her to death. Or he could tie her up and drown her in the bathtub.
But one way or the other, it was decided. Tomorrow would be the last day of Amanda Young's life. He would leave her no chance to find out in a month or so whether or not he'd left her with an unwanted pregnancy. He'd seen her reaction when he'd suggested the possibility after he'd raped her. He wouldn't know for sure if he had now, but he could speculate he had, and that would be enough.
Plans made, Kyle felt tired and let himself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow, when he'd done all he needed to, he'd leave the house for the final time as a well-laid multi-millionaire.
Of course, if Amanda had listened to his reasoning for wanting to kill her, she would have immediately called him out for his bullshit. Ultimately, she would have told him that his sudden desire to see her dead was because his mind had snapped from the stress.
He'd broken her, so he thought, and the ultimate victory over her and the ultimate rush from his actions would be to watch the shock and horror in her face as he murdered her. That was what it was all about.
He was right, his identity couldn't be hidden. His fingerprints were all over the place, and his DNA would remain inside of her to be collected and used to identify him as well. Jackson Park, if he felt malicious enough to seek revenge, would be far more likely to use his considerable wealth to do so if the man he was pursuing had murdered his daughter-in-law, rather than just assault her and leave her alive.
But that was not where Kyle Donner's mind was at. He'd reached the point where Amanda's own life had been as valueless as Wade's. He had decided he had to murder her tomorrow not to protect himself, but because he could, and watching her face as the life drained out of her would be far more satisfying than watching her face as he'd violated her.
Kyle drifted off to sleep, a smile on his face.