Two days had now passed since Kim was taken at the scene of the fire. No
leads had popped up and everyone was still holding on to hope that she was
somewhere in the city.
Bobby was growing more distant as each day went by, it was extremely
obvious this was having a profound effect on him. One afternoon Alex looked
at Jimmy and said, "We've got to find her. If we don't he's going to keep
going downhill until someone does."
"I'm going out to continue looking after the shift is up, want me to wait on you and we could go together?" he asked, seeing the worry in her eyes as she watched Bobby.
"Sure. I'd planned on doing the same thing." Alex replied.
Meanwhile back in the building, Craig and Tony had gone out for a bit which left Marc alone with Kim.
"So we meet again, this time under different pretenses." Marc snided, standing in front of her; "Maybe we should send your little lover boy a picture of you at our mercy. I wonder how he'd react to that one."
"You sick son of a bitch. What do you get out of this?" Kim hissed, starting to struggle against the tape once more.
"I get plenty out of this. I'm glad I came out here or we would have never had the pleasure of meeting again." Marc sneered, tracing his hand along her jaw; "I do believe if my memory serves me correctly, you owe me a kiss from last time."
"I owe you nothing. You and your friends are sick in the head." Kim snarled.
Marc slipped his arms around Kim's waist and whispered, "I doubt you want to disappoint us honey, for if you do bad things could happen to those that you love and care about."
Marc felt her body tense at his words and knew he'd struck a nerve.
"If I was able I'd kick your ass for threatening my family." Kim ground out, feeling Marc's breath on her neck.
"You're outnumbered darling, you couldn't take all three of us even if you tried." Marc sneered as he began to undo the buttons of her uniform top; "God you have an amazing body."
She felt sick feeling this creeps hands running over her, she still had no clue where she knew him from. She felt him roll her undershirt up to expose her stomach and felt him start to press his lips against her exposed abdomen.
"Get the hell off me!" she ground out angrily.
"Now now, remember who has the upper hand here." Marc replied icily, forcefully kissing her on the mouth.
She tried to fight back, which began to anger Marc immensely.
"You aren't getting out of here any time soon so when my friends get back, tonight you will pay for fighting. From what I hear New York is rather cold during the winter." Marc taunted.
He eventually left her alone and went off to do something else, finally giving her some peace and quiet. Marc heard Craig and Tony return and met them near the door to the building and said, "I think we should teach the wench in there a lesson about not fighting."
"Just how do you propose we do that?" Craig asked.
"NY is cold during the winter right?" Marc questioned.
"Yeah, especially this time of year." Craig replied.
"Nothing a little hypothermia can't fix." Marc suggested.
"Not a bad idea, I like the sound of that." Craig said in response as the three of them headed back to where Kim was.
Tony stood in front of her exerting pressure on her shoulders while Craig undid the tape on her arms. Marc undid the ropes on her wrists and both Craig and Marc held one of her arms so she couldn't struggle as they slipped her uniform top off as well as the turtleneck she had on, which left her wearing only a spaghetti strapped top. They redid the ropes on her wrists and put fresh tape on her wrists that held her to the column.
"Hey have you ever thought of tormenting her husband or colleagues by sending pictures of her tied up like this?" Tony whispered quietly.
"I'll go out and get a digital camera and we can take pictures and print them off back at the apartment and send them the print outs." Marc suggested.
"I like the sound of that, make them bend to our will." Craig said evilly, loving the ideas they were coming up with; "I'm coming with you Marc, Tony you stay with her. Feel free to toy with her a bit."
A wicked smile crossed Tony's face at Craig's words as they left. After the other two had gone, Tony began to torment Kim, taunting her ever so slightly.
"It's really a pity it comes down to all this you know. We really aren't bad people, that is once you get to know us." He said calmly.
"You all are sick. There is no way in hell I'd want to get to know any of you." she spat back at him.
"If I were you I wouldn't make me angry, I have a very short temper." Tony warned.
"Well so do I so you can forget it and leave me the hell alone." Kim ground out.
"Don't think that's an option sexy." Tony sneered, backhanding her across the face for not heeding his warning.
She felt a massive hand backhand her across the face with a lot of force and heard him taunt, "I warned you, but you had to push it didn't you."
"You all are really starting to piss me off." Kim hissed, figuring she was going to have a huge bruise from where this asshole had hit her.
"You must be a glutton for punishment bitch." Tony sneered; "The more you make me angry the more I'm going to have to hurt you, plain and simple."
"Just wait till my husband finds me. You all will be in for one hell of an ass kicking." Kim replied angrily.
"That my dear won't happen. We've gone to great lengths to make sure of that." Tony sneered; taking the pocketknife he had out and traced it over her stomach, pressing hard enough to draw a little blood to enhance the turnout of the pictures.
She clenched her teeth as she felt him press the knife across her stomach, knowing there was enough pressure to draw blood. She heard Craig's voice returning and felt him stop and leave to talk to the other two men.
"I did what you said and toyed with her a bit, but she started pissing me off so I enhanced the pictures we're about to take." Tony said, glaring back towards Kim.
"What did you do to her?" Craig demanded.
"Nothing too much." Tony replied as they returned to where she was restrained.
Craig saw the crimson line across her undershirt from where the blood was seeping through and said, "How deep is that cut?"
"Not deep, just enough to draw a little blood that's all." Tony replied.
"It better not be, for your sake." Craig snapped, getting everything ready.
Kim saw the flash of a camera through the blindfold and said to herself, "Please don't tell me they are going to send pictures of me like this to Bobby."
"Soon lover boy will know your alive but won't be able to do a damn thing to help you." Craig sneered.
They took a total of six pictures to start with and selected the best three to print out to send to Bobby and the company at the 55.
"You any good with computers?" Craig asked Marc.
"Yeah," Marc replied.
"I haven't even set up the one I have in my apartment. We can get it up and running and print these off." Craig said; "Tony, put the gag back on her and come with us."
Tony did as he was told and forced the gag back into her mouth and tied it tightly against her head and rejoined the others. They were gone for at least five hours, which meant five hours of peace and quiet for her. She was starting to get extremely tired. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the morning she'd been kidnapped, which was zapping her energy levels quickly.
The three returned to Craig's apartment and got the computer up and running and connected the printer and installed the software that came with the camera. Once everything was ready Marc downloaded the pictures from the camera to the computer and they selected the three best ones and printed them off. After everything was done they headed out and picked up two envelopes that they could slide the pictures into without having to fold them but was thin enough to slip under a door. They stopped at the complex that Bobby and Kim shared, seeing his car gone and Craig ran up and slipped the first envelope under the door and quickly left. The next stop was at the 55. They let Tony out with the second envelope and told him to put it on one of the trucks in the bay since the doors would probably be open. Tony did as he was told, not seeing any cops across the street paying attention or anyone in the station and met Marc and Craig at the end of the street.
Jimmy and several of the guys had gone out into the street and were passing a football to pass some time when one of them noticed the envelope sitting on the truck.
"Hey guys, check this out." D.K said, heading towards the envelope.
Walsh and Jimmy headed over to where he was and said, "Who on earth put that there?"
"Dunno, anyone want to open it?" Walsh asked.
"Here I'll do it." Jimmy said taking it from D.K and opening it, seeing three pieces of paper inside.
"What the hell!" Jimmy exclaimed, looking at the pictures he held in his hand.
"What is it Jimmy?" D.K asked, seeing the look of anger cross his face.
He flipped through the pages, his heart just about stopping when he looked at the picture where Kim had been beaten and had the crimson line running across her undershirt.
D.K and Walsh said nothing because they honestly didn't know what they could say at the moment when they looked at them. Jimmy stormed upstairs and headed straight for the punching bag. Walsh headed upstairs, D.K following close behind, having replaced the pictures in the envelope.
Bobby was upstairs lying across the bunk and Alex had just come downstairs and was almost run over by Jimmy.
"Jeez what's up with him today?" Alex asked, watching Jimmy beat the hell out of the bag.
"Everyone come in here," D.K said heading towards the T.V room.
"Want me to go get Bobby?" Alex asked.
"Not right now, just come here first." D.K replied.
"The three of us just found this envelope down on one of the trucks, the contents of it are what has Jimmy all riled up." D.K explained.
"What is in it?" Alex asked.
D.K handed her the envelope and watched the look of horror cross her face as she removed the pictures.
"What kind of perverted joke is this!" Alex hissed, as she looked at the pictures and then up to D.K.
"I wish I knew Alex, I wish I knew." Walsh replied sadly.
"I'm going out to continue looking after the shift is up, want me to wait on you and we could go together?" he asked, seeing the worry in her eyes as she watched Bobby.
"Sure. I'd planned on doing the same thing." Alex replied.
Meanwhile back in the building, Craig and Tony had gone out for a bit which left Marc alone with Kim.
"So we meet again, this time under different pretenses." Marc snided, standing in front of her; "Maybe we should send your little lover boy a picture of you at our mercy. I wonder how he'd react to that one."
"You sick son of a bitch. What do you get out of this?" Kim hissed, starting to struggle against the tape once more.
"I get plenty out of this. I'm glad I came out here or we would have never had the pleasure of meeting again." Marc sneered, tracing his hand along her jaw; "I do believe if my memory serves me correctly, you owe me a kiss from last time."
"I owe you nothing. You and your friends are sick in the head." Kim snarled.
Marc slipped his arms around Kim's waist and whispered, "I doubt you want to disappoint us honey, for if you do bad things could happen to those that you love and care about."
Marc felt her body tense at his words and knew he'd struck a nerve.
"If I was able I'd kick your ass for threatening my family." Kim ground out, feeling Marc's breath on her neck.
"You're outnumbered darling, you couldn't take all three of us even if you tried." Marc sneered as he began to undo the buttons of her uniform top; "God you have an amazing body."
She felt sick feeling this creeps hands running over her, she still had no clue where she knew him from. She felt him roll her undershirt up to expose her stomach and felt him start to press his lips against her exposed abdomen.
"Get the hell off me!" she ground out angrily.
"Now now, remember who has the upper hand here." Marc replied icily, forcefully kissing her on the mouth.
She tried to fight back, which began to anger Marc immensely.
"You aren't getting out of here any time soon so when my friends get back, tonight you will pay for fighting. From what I hear New York is rather cold during the winter." Marc taunted.
He eventually left her alone and went off to do something else, finally giving her some peace and quiet. Marc heard Craig and Tony return and met them near the door to the building and said, "I think we should teach the wench in there a lesson about not fighting."
"Just how do you propose we do that?" Craig asked.
"NY is cold during the winter right?" Marc questioned.
"Yeah, especially this time of year." Craig replied.
"Nothing a little hypothermia can't fix." Marc suggested.
"Not a bad idea, I like the sound of that." Craig said in response as the three of them headed back to where Kim was.
Tony stood in front of her exerting pressure on her shoulders while Craig undid the tape on her arms. Marc undid the ropes on her wrists and both Craig and Marc held one of her arms so she couldn't struggle as they slipped her uniform top off as well as the turtleneck she had on, which left her wearing only a spaghetti strapped top. They redid the ropes on her wrists and put fresh tape on her wrists that held her to the column.
"Hey have you ever thought of tormenting her husband or colleagues by sending pictures of her tied up like this?" Tony whispered quietly.
"I'll go out and get a digital camera and we can take pictures and print them off back at the apartment and send them the print outs." Marc suggested.
"I like the sound of that, make them bend to our will." Craig said evilly, loving the ideas they were coming up with; "I'm coming with you Marc, Tony you stay with her. Feel free to toy with her a bit."
A wicked smile crossed Tony's face at Craig's words as they left. After the other two had gone, Tony began to torment Kim, taunting her ever so slightly.
"It's really a pity it comes down to all this you know. We really aren't bad people, that is once you get to know us." He said calmly.
"You all are sick. There is no way in hell I'd want to get to know any of you." she spat back at him.
"If I were you I wouldn't make me angry, I have a very short temper." Tony warned.
"Well so do I so you can forget it and leave me the hell alone." Kim ground out.
"Don't think that's an option sexy." Tony sneered, backhanding her across the face for not heeding his warning.
She felt a massive hand backhand her across the face with a lot of force and heard him taunt, "I warned you, but you had to push it didn't you."
"You all are really starting to piss me off." Kim hissed, figuring she was going to have a huge bruise from where this asshole had hit her.
"You must be a glutton for punishment bitch." Tony sneered; "The more you make me angry the more I'm going to have to hurt you, plain and simple."
"Just wait till my husband finds me. You all will be in for one hell of an ass kicking." Kim replied angrily.
"That my dear won't happen. We've gone to great lengths to make sure of that." Tony sneered; taking the pocketknife he had out and traced it over her stomach, pressing hard enough to draw a little blood to enhance the turnout of the pictures.
She clenched her teeth as she felt him press the knife across her stomach, knowing there was enough pressure to draw blood. She heard Craig's voice returning and felt him stop and leave to talk to the other two men.
"I did what you said and toyed with her a bit, but she started pissing me off so I enhanced the pictures we're about to take." Tony said, glaring back towards Kim.
"What did you do to her?" Craig demanded.
"Nothing too much." Tony replied as they returned to where she was restrained.
Craig saw the crimson line across her undershirt from where the blood was seeping through and said, "How deep is that cut?"
"Not deep, just enough to draw a little blood that's all." Tony replied.
"It better not be, for your sake." Craig snapped, getting everything ready.
Kim saw the flash of a camera through the blindfold and said to herself, "Please don't tell me they are going to send pictures of me like this to Bobby."
"Soon lover boy will know your alive but won't be able to do a damn thing to help you." Craig sneered.
They took a total of six pictures to start with and selected the best three to print out to send to Bobby and the company at the 55.
"You any good with computers?" Craig asked Marc.
"Yeah," Marc replied.
"I haven't even set up the one I have in my apartment. We can get it up and running and print these off." Craig said; "Tony, put the gag back on her and come with us."
Tony did as he was told and forced the gag back into her mouth and tied it tightly against her head and rejoined the others. They were gone for at least five hours, which meant five hours of peace and quiet for her. She was starting to get extremely tired. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the morning she'd been kidnapped, which was zapping her energy levels quickly.
The three returned to Craig's apartment and got the computer up and running and connected the printer and installed the software that came with the camera. Once everything was ready Marc downloaded the pictures from the camera to the computer and they selected the three best ones and printed them off. After everything was done they headed out and picked up two envelopes that they could slide the pictures into without having to fold them but was thin enough to slip under a door. They stopped at the complex that Bobby and Kim shared, seeing his car gone and Craig ran up and slipped the first envelope under the door and quickly left. The next stop was at the 55. They let Tony out with the second envelope and told him to put it on one of the trucks in the bay since the doors would probably be open. Tony did as he was told, not seeing any cops across the street paying attention or anyone in the station and met Marc and Craig at the end of the street.
Jimmy and several of the guys had gone out into the street and were passing a football to pass some time when one of them noticed the envelope sitting on the truck.
"Hey guys, check this out." D.K said, heading towards the envelope.
Walsh and Jimmy headed over to where he was and said, "Who on earth put that there?"
"Dunno, anyone want to open it?" Walsh asked.
"Here I'll do it." Jimmy said taking it from D.K and opening it, seeing three pieces of paper inside.
"What the hell!" Jimmy exclaimed, looking at the pictures he held in his hand.
"What is it Jimmy?" D.K asked, seeing the look of anger cross his face.
He flipped through the pages, his heart just about stopping when he looked at the picture where Kim had been beaten and had the crimson line running across her undershirt.
D.K and Walsh said nothing because they honestly didn't know what they could say at the moment when they looked at them. Jimmy stormed upstairs and headed straight for the punching bag. Walsh headed upstairs, D.K following close behind, having replaced the pictures in the envelope.
Bobby was upstairs lying across the bunk and Alex had just come downstairs and was almost run over by Jimmy.
"Jeez what's up with him today?" Alex asked, watching Jimmy beat the hell out of the bag.
"Everyone come in here," D.K said heading towards the T.V room.
"Want me to go get Bobby?" Alex asked.
"Not right now, just come here first." D.K replied.
"The three of us just found this envelope down on one of the trucks, the contents of it are what has Jimmy all riled up." D.K explained.
"What is in it?" Alex asked.
D.K handed her the envelope and watched the look of horror cross her face as she removed the pictures.
"What kind of perverted joke is this!" Alex hissed, as she looked at the pictures and then up to D.K.
"I wish I knew Alex, I wish I knew." Walsh replied sadly.