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CH. 9 -- Surprise -
Stephanie was waiting in line at the bank to pay off the loan the store had with the bank. When it was her turn, she received an incredible surprise. "But how is it possible? It must be a mistake. I'd like to discuss it with someone please," she asked worriedly.
One hour later, she was driving to Riddick's address the manager had given her, thinking about what had happened just before. "How could it be possible," she had been almost shouting inside the manager's office. "It is possible and it has been done. Mr. Ripley has taken over your debt from this bank. So, from now on you have to pay directly to him. Now I'm sorry, but I have to go. Good day, Miss Baxter," said the manager, leaving her staring at nothing. Now she was furious; her mind racing thinking something really terrible to say to him.
She arrived at the address the manager had given her. She stopped her car and hesitated a little. She took a deep breath, got out of the car and closed the door. She rang the doorbell. A man opened the door. "Good morning Madam. Mr. Ripley is waiting for you," he said. "Waiting for me," she replied, astonished. "Yes. Please, follow me." She followed the man inside the house. The house was beautiful: parquet floors, a big staircase leading to a second floor, where they were now going. They stopped in front of a door. The man knocked twice, then faced Stephanie. "He's waiting inside. Please." He opened the door, inviting her to go inside. She entered and the door was closed behind her. Inside the room, it was dark. She was almost hesitant, trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. When it was better, she noticed that it wasn't completely dark, but there was low suffused light inside the room. The furnishing was very severe, masculine.
"Hi Stephanie." She finally noticed him. He was in front of her, behind a big heavy mahogany desk "Please, come in." He was looking at her seated, relaxed in a black leather armchair. She approached. "How dare you?" She was furious, her voice nearly shaking. "Business," he answered nonchalantly. "Fuck you," she replied angrily. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, amused. "My little cat is showing her mettle," his voice softly taunted. He was very cool, very calm. "What do you want of me," she asked coming directly to the point. "Well, it seems that you owe me. $80,000 to be exact." He said in a casual tone, looking at some documents he had in front of him. "I'll pay you each month." she started to say. "No, hon. I want it all. Now." "Now," she almost shouted, widening her eyes "I don't have such an amount!" She was shocked at his audacity. "In that case." He left his words hanging. "But you cannot ask this of me! It's not legal!" She was now desperately pleading her case. "I'm the owner now. I can do anything with it," he said calmly. "So? You pay?" he continued as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "I.I.no. I cannot pay you," she sadly muttered. "I see." He paused, thinking for a while. "Then I'll have to close the clinic." His voice was so cold. "No!" she shouted worried beating a fist on his table. She was really furious now.
He calmly lifted his head and looked at her. "Please, Riddick." She said. "Don't do it. I beg you" she said softly. Lowering her head. She hated herself for this, and even more so, she hated him for what he was doing to her. "You are begging me?" He smiled, raising an eyebrow. He stood up and walked slowly around his desk, leaning against it, crossing his arms over his chest, with an interested look. "Yes," she said. "Look in my eyes, Stephanie," he ordered her. She obeyed. She lifted her head up proudly, meeting his gaze. She looked at him defiantly. It was very difficult, he was so close to her now. "Yes, Riddick. Look at me I'm begging you. I'd do anything for it!" she said determinedly. "Anything," he asked with an amused smile. "Anything," she repeated firmly. It was a risk, she knew. "I want you to completely obey me," he suddenly said losing his smile and gaining a cold, determined look. "What," she said in shocked disbelief.
"If I tell you, for example." he continued "that I want to have you now, you start to undress immediately, in front of me." "You.already had me," she interrupted him, blushing and lowering her eyes down in embarrassment. "That? It was nothing. Mere games," he simply said. She lifted her head up immediately, wounded by his words. "I want more," Riddick said. "You can't possess me. I'm not an object. You.you can't have me," she tried to reply. It was all so absurd. His lips bent, not quite a smile. "My dear Stephanie. You are already mine. You'll do everything I tell you if you want to save Jackie, Guy and the clinic," he simply replied, articulating her friends' names.
She opened her mouth then closed it again. She had nothing to reply. He was so damn right. Stephanie felt her eyes burn, she was tears, but she didn't want to give him this satisfaction. How did she end up in such a situation? "I got a contract here which you have to sign..." he continued as nothing had happened. "W-what? A contract?" she looked pale now. She swallowed to regain her self-control. "What else," she asked him. She wanted to know it all. "I need you to work for me," he continued, still at gazing her. "Me? Why me?" "I bet you know Count Armagnac," he started to say. "Yes. He's a very rich and powerful businessman. He was at the party." She furrowed her eyebrow not understanding. "The richest man, here." He corrected her. "So?" she still didn't know what he was driving at. "Among all his precious objects, he's got a gold chain with a pendant, in his safe inside this secure room at home. It's controlled by all kind of alarms and private guards." She gave him a questioning look. "Did you know that the Count is interested in you," he asked her. She knew it well. But she'd always avoided him with all her power. He was very attractive, but he also had a slimy look about him that she hated. "What do want you of me, Riddick?" This time it was her turn to cross her arms over her chest, feeling the anger growing.
"I want you to accept his invitation and once inside his house, steal the code to the safe he always carries on himself." He paused for a while, then continued "But you have to be very careful. He's a very suspicious man, and he doesn't like to be cheated." He ironically smiled ending his words, like he knew very well what he was talking about. "Let me see, I'd have to. do what? Seduce him? And steel the codes off his body? Am I wrong Riddick?" she asked in a deceptively quiet tone, but felt really angry inside. Her eyes showed all her inner turmoil. "Yeah," he simply said with a smile, like she'd finally understood. "No," she replied angrily. She turned, deciding it was enough. She walked away from him. She had reached the door and was going to leave him, her hand on the door handle, when he was suddenly there, covering her hand with his, blocking her. "I didn't say you could go," he said in a low menacing tone that made her shiver. "No! You listen to me," she said turning and facing him angrily. "I won't be an accessory to a miserable thief," she said in a sharp, determined tone, staring at him. In an instant Riddick picked her up and slammed her against the door. He held her there. She almost couldn't touch the floor with her feet. His eyes flashed with anger, his jaw twitched, like she'd made something explode inside him. She didn't let her eyes off his, she was scared by his reaction, but absolutely did not want to let him know. "You." he started dangerously to say in a menacing growl. "What," she asked him defiantly, lifting her chin up. "The jewel is mine. He stole it from me, before Johns arrested me again." He explained. "Pretty sure, he might have told Johns where I was" he said with an ironic smile on his lips, as he followed the train of thought. He slowly eased his hold, allowing her to touch the floor again.
"So, it's for this reason that you came to me! That's why you seduced me! Just for a mere, stupid." She felt so wounded and used. "It started like a way to approach you, then things became interesting, and so." he said , smiling allusive. His eyes were fixed on her, so cold. "You.bastard!" She lifted her hand up to slap his face, but with a swift move he stopped her, holding her wrist in the air. Then he twisted her arm on her back, making her stick against his powerful chest. "I like this game." He smiled in amusement. "I want back what is mine," he muttered. Then his head leaned down to her and he covered her mouth with his one. He kissed her, taking all his time, imposing his will. Then he detached his mouth and looked at her, his eyes shining of triumph. She breathed hard, feeling anger mixed with desire. She detested herself for her reaction. " Take your hands off me" she said with disgust, struggling to free herself. He let his gaze run coldly over her again from head to hips, then he finally left her and returned to his desk.
"You owe to me $80,000. You cannot say no," he paused for a while. "You help me take back what's mine, I'll give you the clinic," he offered. "And then? I'll be free?" she asked hopefully. He enigmatically smiled back at her, but didn't answer. Her mind was screaming at her not to accept it. "After that. I'll be a thief." she thought out loud. "There are worse things in life" he coldly said. "But." she looked at him, lost. He was just staring at her silently. Watching her struggle inside. "Sign." he only whispered temptingly. "I.I." she muttered looking at him, bewildered. "C'mon." He was giving her the pen. She uncertainly came near to him and looked at the pen. She looked at the paper and then once more at him. His face was a mask, no feelings showing. "I.I." she repeated again. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She took a deep breath and took the pen. She stayed for a while like that: with the pen in her hand, looking at the paper than with sad eyes she signed. "Good. That's my girl". He said satisfied. She gave him back the pen. He took it, with the contract. A light in his eyes "Now, dear Ephie, you belong to me." He muttered. She shivered with fear. What have I done, she thought desperately.
CH. 9 -- Surprise -
Stephanie was waiting in line at the bank to pay off the loan the store had with the bank. When it was her turn, she received an incredible surprise. "But how is it possible? It must be a mistake. I'd like to discuss it with someone please," she asked worriedly.
One hour later, she was driving to Riddick's address the manager had given her, thinking about what had happened just before. "How could it be possible," she had been almost shouting inside the manager's office. "It is possible and it has been done. Mr. Ripley has taken over your debt from this bank. So, from now on you have to pay directly to him. Now I'm sorry, but I have to go. Good day, Miss Baxter," said the manager, leaving her staring at nothing. Now she was furious; her mind racing thinking something really terrible to say to him.
She arrived at the address the manager had given her. She stopped her car and hesitated a little. She took a deep breath, got out of the car and closed the door. She rang the doorbell. A man opened the door. "Good morning Madam. Mr. Ripley is waiting for you," he said. "Waiting for me," she replied, astonished. "Yes. Please, follow me." She followed the man inside the house. The house was beautiful: parquet floors, a big staircase leading to a second floor, where they were now going. They stopped in front of a door. The man knocked twice, then faced Stephanie. "He's waiting inside. Please." He opened the door, inviting her to go inside. She entered and the door was closed behind her. Inside the room, it was dark. She was almost hesitant, trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. When it was better, she noticed that it wasn't completely dark, but there was low suffused light inside the room. The furnishing was very severe, masculine.
"Hi Stephanie." She finally noticed him. He was in front of her, behind a big heavy mahogany desk "Please, come in." He was looking at her seated, relaxed in a black leather armchair. She approached. "How dare you?" She was furious, her voice nearly shaking. "Business," he answered nonchalantly. "Fuck you," she replied angrily. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, amused. "My little cat is showing her mettle," his voice softly taunted. He was very cool, very calm. "What do you want of me," she asked coming directly to the point. "Well, it seems that you owe me. $80,000 to be exact." He said in a casual tone, looking at some documents he had in front of him. "I'll pay you each month." she started to say. "No, hon. I want it all. Now." "Now," she almost shouted, widening her eyes "I don't have such an amount!" She was shocked at his audacity. "In that case." He left his words hanging. "But you cannot ask this of me! It's not legal!" She was now desperately pleading her case. "I'm the owner now. I can do anything with it," he said calmly. "So? You pay?" he continued as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "I.I.no. I cannot pay you," she sadly muttered. "I see." He paused, thinking for a while. "Then I'll have to close the clinic." His voice was so cold. "No!" she shouted worried beating a fist on his table. She was really furious now.
He calmly lifted his head and looked at her. "Please, Riddick." She said. "Don't do it. I beg you" she said softly. Lowering her head. She hated herself for this, and even more so, she hated him for what he was doing to her. "You are begging me?" He smiled, raising an eyebrow. He stood up and walked slowly around his desk, leaning against it, crossing his arms over his chest, with an interested look. "Yes," she said. "Look in my eyes, Stephanie," he ordered her. She obeyed. She lifted her head up proudly, meeting his gaze. She looked at him defiantly. It was very difficult, he was so close to her now. "Yes, Riddick. Look at me I'm begging you. I'd do anything for it!" she said determinedly. "Anything," he asked with an amused smile. "Anything," she repeated firmly. It was a risk, she knew. "I want you to completely obey me," he suddenly said losing his smile and gaining a cold, determined look. "What," she said in shocked disbelief.
"If I tell you, for example." he continued "that I want to have you now, you start to undress immediately, in front of me." "You.already had me," she interrupted him, blushing and lowering her eyes down in embarrassment. "That? It was nothing. Mere games," he simply said. She lifted her head up immediately, wounded by his words. "I want more," Riddick said. "You can't possess me. I'm not an object. You.you can't have me," she tried to reply. It was all so absurd. His lips bent, not quite a smile. "My dear Stephanie. You are already mine. You'll do everything I tell you if you want to save Jackie, Guy and the clinic," he simply replied, articulating her friends' names.
She opened her mouth then closed it again. She had nothing to reply. He was so damn right. Stephanie felt her eyes burn, she was tears, but she didn't want to give him this satisfaction. How did she end up in such a situation? "I got a contract here which you have to sign..." he continued as nothing had happened. "W-what? A contract?" she looked pale now. She swallowed to regain her self-control. "What else," she asked him. She wanted to know it all. "I need you to work for me," he continued, still at gazing her. "Me? Why me?" "I bet you know Count Armagnac," he started to say. "Yes. He's a very rich and powerful businessman. He was at the party." She furrowed her eyebrow not understanding. "The richest man, here." He corrected her. "So?" she still didn't know what he was driving at. "Among all his precious objects, he's got a gold chain with a pendant, in his safe inside this secure room at home. It's controlled by all kind of alarms and private guards." She gave him a questioning look. "Did you know that the Count is interested in you," he asked her. She knew it well. But she'd always avoided him with all her power. He was very attractive, but he also had a slimy look about him that she hated. "What do want you of me, Riddick?" This time it was her turn to cross her arms over her chest, feeling the anger growing.
"I want you to accept his invitation and once inside his house, steal the code to the safe he always carries on himself." He paused for a while, then continued "But you have to be very careful. He's a very suspicious man, and he doesn't like to be cheated." He ironically smiled ending his words, like he knew very well what he was talking about. "Let me see, I'd have to. do what? Seduce him? And steel the codes off his body? Am I wrong Riddick?" she asked in a deceptively quiet tone, but felt really angry inside. Her eyes showed all her inner turmoil. "Yeah," he simply said with a smile, like she'd finally understood. "No," she replied angrily. She turned, deciding it was enough. She walked away from him. She had reached the door and was going to leave him, her hand on the door handle, when he was suddenly there, covering her hand with his, blocking her. "I didn't say you could go," he said in a low menacing tone that made her shiver. "No! You listen to me," she said turning and facing him angrily. "I won't be an accessory to a miserable thief," she said in a sharp, determined tone, staring at him. In an instant Riddick picked her up and slammed her against the door. He held her there. She almost couldn't touch the floor with her feet. His eyes flashed with anger, his jaw twitched, like she'd made something explode inside him. She didn't let her eyes off his, she was scared by his reaction, but absolutely did not want to let him know. "You." he started dangerously to say in a menacing growl. "What," she asked him defiantly, lifting her chin up. "The jewel is mine. He stole it from me, before Johns arrested me again." He explained. "Pretty sure, he might have told Johns where I was" he said with an ironic smile on his lips, as he followed the train of thought. He slowly eased his hold, allowing her to touch the floor again.
"So, it's for this reason that you came to me! That's why you seduced me! Just for a mere, stupid." She felt so wounded and used. "It started like a way to approach you, then things became interesting, and so." he said , smiling allusive. His eyes were fixed on her, so cold. "You.bastard!" She lifted her hand up to slap his face, but with a swift move he stopped her, holding her wrist in the air. Then he twisted her arm on her back, making her stick against his powerful chest. "I like this game." He smiled in amusement. "I want back what is mine," he muttered. Then his head leaned down to her and he covered her mouth with his one. He kissed her, taking all his time, imposing his will. Then he detached his mouth and looked at her, his eyes shining of triumph. She breathed hard, feeling anger mixed with desire. She detested herself for her reaction. " Take your hands off me" she said with disgust, struggling to free herself. He let his gaze run coldly over her again from head to hips, then he finally left her and returned to his desk.
"You owe to me $80,000. You cannot say no," he paused for a while. "You help me take back what's mine, I'll give you the clinic," he offered. "And then? I'll be free?" she asked hopefully. He enigmatically smiled back at her, but didn't answer. Her mind was screaming at her not to accept it. "After that. I'll be a thief." she thought out loud. "There are worse things in life" he coldly said. "But." she looked at him, lost. He was just staring at her silently. Watching her struggle inside. "Sign." he only whispered temptingly. "I.I." she muttered looking at him, bewildered. "C'mon." He was giving her the pen. She uncertainly came near to him and looked at the pen. She looked at the paper and then once more at him. His face was a mask, no feelings showing. "I.I." she repeated again. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She took a deep breath and took the pen. She stayed for a while like that: with the pen in her hand, looking at the paper than with sad eyes she signed. "Good. That's my girl". He said satisfied. She gave him back the pen. He took it, with the contract. A light in his eyes "Now, dear Ephie, you belong to me." He muttered. She shivered with fear. What have I done, she thought desperately.