Round Robin

Chapter 23 (Directorofchaos)

STEPHANIE

Things had gone from bad to worse once I'd convinced Bolan to bring our "party" to the kitchen. He'd decided my reaction to him biting my nipple was one of encouragement, so I was now naked in the kitchen with my hands bound together behind my back, and he was giving me more hickeys and bite marks while he used one of the paring knives to make shallow cuts across my skin. They weren't life-threatening, but he apparently had sadistic tendencies and really got off on seeing people react to pain. Thankfully, none of them seemed to be deep enough to be concerning, but they were all oozing blood, which was disconcerting. Seeing no other option, I decided to go on the offensive. I pressed my breasts into his chest and gave him a bite on the soft part between his neck and shoulder. He growled, completely into it. I pulled back, noting some of my blood was now smeared across his own chest.

"I want to touch you," I purred.

I guess I was a better actress than I thought because immediately he ran his hands down my arms and untied my wrists. I pressed forward again so his erection was pinned against my stomach. Gross, but a better alternative than it going anywhere lower…

I grabbed onto his biceps and nuzzled at his neck, leaving little bites across his shoulder, which caused his dick to throb between us. Blessedly, at that moment, my body decided to join in the mission, and my stomach growled. Loudly. I've heard cars backfire with less noise than my body emitted.

"Oh, Baby," Mickey said. "You really are hungry. Let's get you fed. I didn't have time to stop for fresh ingredients, but there are several shelf-stable items in the pantry."

He spun me around, placed his hands on my hips, and steered me through the kitchen to a large walk-in pantry. On the left were shelves filled with canned vegetables and meats, canned soups and stews, canned fruit, and a number of jars of my own jams and preserves. On the right, the shelves held dried pasta, various bottles of pasta sauce, boxes of off-brand mac and cheese, rice, dried beans, and an entire shelf filled with every conceivable flavor of instant Ramen noodles. What I couldn't seem to find was anything that could be used as a weapon. Shit. Piss. Fuck.

I moved to the shelves and studied them, wracking my brain for a plan. Think, Stephanie! You've got to survive this and get back to Carlos. He'll be looking for you - maybe already figured out where Bolen took me. My eyes rested on the boxes and boxes of dried, instant Ramen noodles and an idea flitted across my mind. It was the best one I'd had so without second-guessing myself, I decided to roll with it. I grabbed the small yellow package of noodles labeled "Creamy Chicken" and turned to Mickey.

"I know it's not much, but it will be ready quickly, so we can get back to…" I cleared my throat. "What flavor are you in the mood for?" I asked, turning to him.

"I like how you think, Baby, and I'll take the beef flavor."

I grabbed the red package off the shelf and turned to walk out of the pantry. He fell in step directly behind me, so close I could feel his dick poking my ass. I suppressed the disgusted shudder that wanted to run through me, but just barely. I stopped at the counter, looking at the various cabinet doors. I needed to move this along.

"Glass bowls?" I asked, thankful I was facing away from him so he couldn't see the cringe cross my face when he palmed my breasts and began rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I was also thankful he was keeping things above the waist. If I could just keep him at second base for another seven minutes…

"Second door on the right there," he said, scraping his nails across the tender pink buds.

"Ah," I squeaked.

"Yeah, my baby likes some pain with her pleasure."

Jesus, he was completely unhinged. I mean, yes, this psycho killed at least 2 other people, and probably more, but how is he this bad at reading the responses of a woman's body?

I found two medium-sized glass bowls and moved to fill them with water.

"Why don't you set the table," I suggested, hoping for a few minutes without his grimy hands all over me. It was only a matter of time before he moved onto third base. "Maybe find some candles? Make it special for our first meal together in our home."

"Oh, Baby," he said, grinding his cock into my naked ass, making me stiffen. "I was planning to use you like my plate."

As if the idea of doing anything sexual with Mickey wasn't vomit-inducing enough, now he wanted to eat instant noodles off my body? Fucking gross.

I ripped open the red package, removed the little silver seasoning packet and dropped the dried block of noodles unceremoniously into the bowl of water on the counter. I opened the microwave mounted above the stove, sending up a quick prayer for its placement as it upped my chances of success. I set the timer for six and a half minutes and pressed start.

"Cereal bowls?" I asked Mickey.

"Oh, Baby, but we've got six minutes to kill. I can think of a few ways to pass the time." He tried to pull me closer, so our chests were touching again while his hand slid precariously low on my belly.

"Uh, I have to pee," I said brashly.

He took my hand and tugged me toward a half-bath off the kitchen. My sigh of relief choked in my throat when he followed me inside.

"I'm so amazed that you're finally here and finally going to be mine," he said. "I can't stand to let you out of my sight."

"I'm, uh, a little shy," I stuttered as I moved to sit on the toilet, thinking at least I'd be safe there for a minute.

"Piss or get off the pot," he said.

Turning my attention to the toilet paper roll, I pulled off a length and concentrated hard. Never, ever in my adult life had I used the toilet with another person in the room. Talk about vulnerable and humiliating.

"Tomorrow I'm going to shave that pretty pussy bare," he said while I was in mid-stream.

I have so got to get out of here pronto! I quickly wiped, washed my hands, and walked back to the kitchen, relieved to see 1 minute 10 seconds remaining on the microwave timer. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw movement outside of the back door, but it was too dark to be sure. I couldn't just sit around and wait to be rescued. Maybe Carlos doesn't even care at all the cynical part of my brain supplied. Maybe you're falling for him and he's just enjoying a fuck buddy. No, I know that isn't true. He cares or he wouldn't have spent so much time and effort to keep me safe.

I quickly made my way back to the microwave, and just as I expected, Mickey was hot on my tail. He pressed himself firmly against my ass while his hands resumed groping and pinching my breasts and nipples. The mic beeped, and I opened the door, practically breathing a sigh of relief when I saw the water was at a full rolling boil. I grabbed a dish towel sitting nearby on the counter and carefully reached up to open the microwave. I placed the towel so that I didn't burn myself and carefully picked up the bowl. I only had one shot at this.

I started to pull it down slowly, just like I normally would. Except, when I reached shoulder height, in a quick but calculated motion, I jerked the bowl up and backward, sending the scalding hot water over my shoulder. The ear-piercing shriek that escaped from Mickey was like nothing I'd ever heard, and I barely resisted the urge to cover my ears. Instead, I bolted.

I'd intended to hit him in the face but had a slight miscalculation of the water's trajectory. If the way Mickey was doubled over, clutching his crotch wasn't enough indication, my own ass was completely on fire, having caught a bit of the scalding water itself, because of its proximity to Mickey's dick and balls. I stumbled through the house as quickly as I could, banging my knee on the corner of the coffee table in my haste. Lovely, a giant bruise to go along with the second-degree burns on my ass and the blood smears across my face and chest. When I reached the front door, I flung it open and sprinted into the yard, heading for the tree line, hoping I could get enough of a head start on Mickey that he wouldn't be able to find me before I found help.

I heard voices then, and I glanced over my shoulder to see two dark shadows. The moonlight only gave enough light for me to see they were quite large, and, unfortunately, armed with rifles. Well, shit. I'd just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I kept sprinting for all I was worth, not daring to slow as the tree line came closer and closer. I was sucking air and starting to slow as I approached the tree line, but a noise behind me had me looking over my shoulder to see not only the two figures I'd seen on the lawn now chasing me but two more that had materialized from nowhere.

Great. Now I have 4 unknowns to worry about, plus the psycho deranged kidnapper/would-be-rapist I'd left in the house. Somehow, I made it to the tree line, and quickly dodged and weaved left, away from the house, but not worrying about going too deeply into the woods. For one, I didn't want to get lost. But I was also hoping the guys following me would assume I was going deeper into the woods and that this would throw them off the trail. I was vaguely aware of shouts, and my heart continued galloping in my chest as I heard them getting closer and closer to me.

The voices continued getting louder, and suddenly I realized they were calling my name. I froze in my tracks, backing up against a tree, and immediately regretting it because of the burns on my ass. I held a breath and waited, my eyes scanning the trees, hoping they were going to move right past me in the darkness the cover of the trees provided.

"Stephanie!"

"Steph!"

"Stephanie! Where are you?"

I couldn't really identify the voices, and even though they'd used my nickname, I was still hesitating, because everyone knew I preferred Steph, and most people called me Steph. Everyone at the salon. Everyone at the farmer's market. Everyone but my mother. I crouched to the ground, hoping to make myself smaller so my pale skin was less of a beacon in the night. The voices were starting to move further away, and I blew out a sigh of relief. I stood up, ready to move again, and put more distance between the house and the group of men when I felt a tingle shoot from my neck all the way down my spine.

"Babe!"