Rated R
Rules and Broken Trust, cont.
Chapter 12
Full awareness returned slowly as Bosco realized that Vinny, finally finished using his body for his own sick pleasures, had moved away, and was dressing. Bosco watched him silently now still not completely able to think clearly as Vinny pulled his jeans on, then slipped his shirt over his head. Pulling it into place he bent over the front seat, grabbing his coat from the passenger side floor, sliding into it. Reaching down seizing his shoes, he shoved his feet into them, acting as if Bosco weren't lying handcuffed, naked on the seat next to him. Bosco, becoming increasingly aware that the end was coming, his stomach tightening, waited. Terrified of what was to come, as Vinny finished now continued to ignore him.
He had not long to wait.
Finally, Vinny sat back, turning and grinning at Bosco, he opened the door, the cold wind blowing in across Bosco's bare skin bringing a hard shiver with it for him.
Vinny quickly got out, moving from Bosco's line of vision as the car's windows were completely fogged. Leaving the door open, he was hoping to clear the windows before he needed to leave this lot. To cool the car's overheated interior down as dressed it was too hot for him, not caring if Bosco was now freezing in the night's frigid winds.
Bosco, for his part miserable in the cold tried not to moan as the freezing wind brought him completely awake. Clamping down on his desire to scream at him to close the damn door, to prevent Vinny's attentions returning to him as the wind bit his exposed skin. He hated to be cold as much as he hated Vinny right now.
Though his mind still not fully accepting that Vinny was now his enemy, the confusion of the turn of events of the night still on him. Some part of him kept waiting for the nightmare to be over, his trust to be returned unbroken.
Eyeing him intently as Vinny climbed back into the drivers seat. Remaining silent in fear of setting him off again if Vinny heard him, Bosco carefully lifted his right leg, moving it up onto the seat. Drawing it up, with the left, pushing against the seat with his heels. The pain in his extremities making itself known, he bit his tongue trying to remain silent. Attempts to push himself quietly into a sitting position failing, the leather under him slick with his blood and sweat, giving him no purchase. He was only able with his arms numb like they were to push into the corner more. But he was still hoping to have some ability to fight Vinny off, while knowing that so far that had been a losing situation.
Exhausted, beaten, pain racked and terrified out of his mind at what was to come, he waited for Vinny to do whatever it was he was going to do. 'Just do it already, please GOD I can't stand anymore waiting!'
As the minutes grew, as Vinny moved around in the front seat, the car became unbearably cold for Bosco. Having been too hot to breathe in earlier it was now freezing and he was shaking. With the additional assault to his senses he was becoming too afraid to move or to even think. Either about what had happened or what was to come. He only prayed it would soon be over quickly.
Bosco never believed after the first rape was over that Vinny would let him go, or rather, live. He was a cop, how could Vinny believe he would just let this happen without retaliation or was he so delusional that he actually thought Bosco would be grateful for what he had done as he'd said earlier.
Nothing in his entire life up to that moment could have prepared him for what actually occurred.
He couldn't see what Vinny was doing now, but he knew he was digging around in the glove box as he'd heard it open. Bosco lay waiting with dread for the gun to appear. Instead when Vinny sat back he heard something rattling as Vinny appeared to be counting something. Bosco tried to lift his head to see, but his arms were too numb as his neck and shoulders were from the position he was in, his shivering making it difficult to pick his head up without cramping. Vinny turned to him smiling, "Guess what love? We're going on a little trip!"
Opening his door again, Vinny stepped out, closing the door. Climbing into the backseat, sliding over to Bosco, finally pulling the door closed behind him. Thinking now he was soon to die, Bosco pulled his legs up further trying to block Vinny from reaching him as he now found his voice, his senses again alert he began to try to talk him out of whatever the hell Vinny had planned for him, begging, "Don't do this Vinny, you don't want to kill me! I won't tell man, just let me go okay? My Ma needs me!"
"Oh no Bosco," Vinny laughed, "you aren't going to die, just...sleep for awhile! I said we were going an a little trip. Well, actually, you're going to trip, then sleep! Come here baby!" He was cracking up at his sick joke as he reached out for him.
Glaring at him in confusion, Bosco was again fighting him, kicking out as he realized Vinny was holding pills in his fingers. Effortlessly Vinny shoved his legs to the side pinning him against the backseat rest again, slapping him hard across the mouth. Bosco again tasted fresh blood. "You better damn well stop fighting me Bosco, or it will get worse for you," Vinnny snarled his mood changing quickly as he grabbed Bosco's jaw squeezing his fingers into his cheeks, hard, prying his mouth open. Forcing the pills into his mouth, Vinny then held his hand over Bosco's mouth and nose, preventing him from breathing until he'd swallowed them.
After only a minute or so, Bosco could no longer hold out, the pills dissolving, they're bitterness gagging him, he was forced to swallow. Vinny smiled as he released him, listening to him gasp for air and gag. "Don't vomit or I'll just make you do it again," he laughed, "you don't get a choice in this, I told you, I have the control, not you."
Vinny waited a few minutes for the pills to work as Bosco stared at him in fear, wondering 'What the hell did he give me? Is this bastard the last person I'm gonna ever see? Ma, please, forgive me, I didn't mean to die first!'
Several minutes passed as Vinny sat watching him, silent in his study, smiling at Bosco, rubbing the side of his bare leg with his open palm, as if to comfort him. Bosco found it oddly distressing that he was actually more upset and disgusted by that simple act than anything that had happened during the previous hours. 'Please make him stop touching me, just make him leave me be! Please!'
He couldn't help but wonder how that could be possible, his disgust at Vinny's touch now, not understanding that Vinny's 'kindness' was more confusing to his wounded mind than the ruthlessly violent assault, and that indeed it was worse as his emotions so close to the surface, had been made more raw in the betrayal than had his assaulted body.
Vinny was speaking to him now, but he couldn't make out what was being said, his world was slowly spinning out of his ability to focus. The colors at once, shockingly vivid and muted as the drugs Vinny had combined, forced on him, did their work. Vinny watched as Bosco's eyes lost focus, rolling backwards, "That's it baby, don't fight it, just let the pills do their job," he cooed to him, "go to sleep. When you wake up, it will all be okay." Soon not even the colors were left and he was out of it again.
As sunrise approached, Vinny removed the handcuffs from Bosco's raw wrists, dressing his damaged body with his jeans, and coat. He slid Bosco to him, lifted him up and dragged his arms to his back again, recuffing him. Laying him back down, Vinny then sat forward. Reaching over the front seat, he hit the trunk button on his keys, causing it to open.
Pulling Bosco up to him, Vinny backed out of the rear door, taking Bosco's limp body with him. Lifting him in his arms, carrying him, Vinny walked around to the back of the car, placing Bosco drugged, handcuffed and unconscious into the trunk onto his side facing the rear. Placing a large blanket over his body, making sure his head was not covered.
Taking a roll of paper towels from the trunk, along with glass cleaner, Vinny went back to the car. Washing the side window down where Bosco had bled, he looked at the light tan seat. It was dark with sweat stain, and blood, a quick glance at the rear of the seat told the same story. Wiping it as best he could, he gave up. The stains were not coming out. Going back to the trunk he tossed the towels and cleaner in. Removing another smaller blanket he'd brought he went back to the rear door, draping the blanket over the seat to cover the stains.
Shutting the doors, he went back to the trunk, looking down at Bosco, he reached in, wiping his forehead of dampness, "Poor baby, don't worry, it won't be long, you'll be in our bed resting."
Stepping back he closed the lid on him, sealing him inside, stood nodding a moment as if satisfied with his work then moved to walk around to the drivers door. Vinny getting back into the drivers seat, started the car, pulling out of the abandoned warehouses parking lot.
Stopping once for gas, he went to the washroom, cleaning the blood from his mouth, chin, and hands. Telling the clerk who asked, "Man what the hell happened to you?"
"Hit a dog back on the fucking bridge!" Vinny lied straight faced, "Busted my mouth on the steering wheel, teach me to not wear my seatbelt! Think I messed up my front end on my car too, damn people can't keep their animals locked up."
"Yeah bro, you right about that, you need something for that cut?" the clerk offered, handing him the receipt for the gas and the two bags of groceries he'd purchased.
Politely refusing, claiming to be going home anyway, Vinny left the store, taking the bags with him, which he brazenly placed in the trunk with Bosco, even shifting him to make the groceries sit against his back to prop him up more.
Re-shutting the lid he walked around again to the drivers door, nodding to a woman who was at the next pump. She smiled at him, as she wondered where he was headed, noticing how good-looking he was. Vinny winked at her, then getting back into the Lincoln, drove Bosco and himself out of city, just as the first rays of dawn broke through the dark clouds to the east.
Four or so hours later arriving at the tidy well maintained two bedroom log cabin, he wheeled the Lincoln down the narrow tree lined path, crossing the pitted dirt drive. Coming upon a large forest green and white shed slightly forward of but next to the cabin, he stopped the car, putting it into park.
Vinny opening his door, stepped out, moving quickly to the shed doors, unlocking and removing the large padlock. Swinging the doors wide giving himself enough room to maneuver the large car through he ran back to climb inside. Getting in shutting the door, he put the car into drive, maneuvering it into the shed. Having now done so, he stepped out again, walking back to the doors of the shed. Pulling them closed, as they scrapped the hard dry ground he padlocked them from the inside, having made the trip out here earlier in the month he'd made sure that there was a hasp to do so. Pocketing the key, he walked back across the dirt floor to open the side door to the shed.
Stepping back over to the trunk, opening it, reaching down, moving the grocery bags aside for the moment. Vinny swiftly lifted Bosco into his arms, out of the trunk, carrying him through the door, out into the side yard.
The sun was shining bright in the early winters day, filtered through the surrounding leafless trees like rays, spreading out across the cabins log walls. Only around 9:00am, the air was cool and crisp.
Vinny made his way carefully with his kidnapped victim draped in his arms like a rag doll. Striding across the dead dried grass still covered with small patches of the early mountain snow, its crunch marking his path as he covered the short distance to the log cabin quickly.
Climbing the slate steps up to the small covered wooden side porch, which he crossed quickly. Reaching the solid log door, setting Bosco, oblivious to what was going on, down on his bare feet. One arm wrapped around his chest to hold him up, he reached into his pocket again. Vinny pulled a different set of keys, unlocking the door. Pushing the heavy door open, he picked Bosco up again, carrying him into the cabin.
Across the large bright kitchen with its butcher block island, smooth pine floors, around the six chaired solid oak dining table, which stood as a divider between the kitchen and the larger living room. Through the living room with its leather furniture, its walls lined with bookshelves as well as hunting memorabilia past the larger than life fireplace that along with the oil furnace was used to keep the cabin warm in the winter. Past the large screen TV, with its DVD and VCR set on shelves surrounding it. He'd taken care of everything, there were movies, and sports events to choose from, plus he'd had cable installed, all under a different name of course. Bosco would be happy here, he was convinced of this fact.
Vinny continued until he reached a door. Opening it he carried him down the short windowless hallway into the master bedroom to the back, depositing him onto the wrought iron beds thick green and gold comforter.
The windows of this room, indeed the entire cabin's windows, were covered with heavy green, gold or red plaid drapes, hiding the bars on the outside of them, keeping the rooms dark for the moment. The kitchen while bright was light from above with skylights, unusual with no windows in the front of the cabin to let anyone who cared to look from the small path or indeed the wrap around porch what or who was within.
Vinny reached over, turning on the bedside lamp, its dark green glass shade throwing a soft glow around the room. Grabbing a thick red down throw from the foot of the bed, he flipped it out over Bosco. The room, indeed the entire cabin was cold. He would start the oil heater in a while, as well as the fireplace, but he had work to do first.
Removing the handcuff from Bosco's left wrist he locked the cuff to the bronzed wrought iron metal frame, making sure that Bosco had room to maneuver around a bit when he woke. The leash would later be lengthened, but not yet, not until his lover understood the rules.
Vinny stepped back looking down at him, a smile flickering across his face, turning he left the room, moving down the hallway, to finish unloading the car.
He finished in only two trips, placing the bags down in the kitchen; he went to the giant rose and yellow slate fireplace.
Taking several logs, placing them on the grate, he soon had a roaring fire going, now he moved to start the oil heater, going first outside to begin the pump.
While he was outside, he went back to the shed, inside he opened the hood of the car, fiddled around a bit, turned moving with what he wanted carried in his hand back to the exterior of the shed. Locking both the side door and the large doors from the outside with padlocks.
He knew the inside of the large doors were already locked, but if anyone were to snoop around, they would never guess that there were two locks. AND more importantly, if Bosco were to actually try to leave, he might get one lock off, but Vinny doubted he could get both off in time.
Nodding, he moved back into the cabin, again using padlocks to make sure the interior of the door was secure.
Now he went to a small safe, opening it with a code, he placed the distributor from the car inside, as well as the keys to the car, and padlocks. Setting inside his cell phone, his guns, as well as Bosco's cell and guns, he closed the door setting the lock. Even if Bosco would get the doors to the cabin as well as the shed all open, the car would never start now. And since he could never know the code, the locks were really not that important, just a safeguard.
They were 100 miles from nowhere, 50 miles from the nearest neighbor. Walking out at this time of year was taking a chance on death, in a few weeks, there would be no chance, death would be certain.
Vinny had thought of everything, Bosco would be going nowhere.
Once he was satisfied that the cabin was heating up, he moved to the kitchen, placing the groceries he'd bought away with the rest he'd put in earlier during the previous visits. They would not have to leave here again this winter. He checked the freezer, making sure it was still stocked, that no one had been here making themselves at home. Again, satisfied, he moved to the bedroom again.
Checking on Bosco to make sure he was still asleep, Vinny then moved to the beautifully worked mahogany dresser, taking out clean clothes. Going into the bathroom he shaved in the navy blue pedestal sink, finishing he moved to the toilet. Later stepping into the oversized glass shower, he let the now hot water run over him as he thought about the previous night, and the nights and days to come. A smile on his face as he reached for the shampoo, Vinny was quite happy with how things were going.
A half hour later, he emerged, yawning, a damp lemon yellow towel in his hands that he was using to dry his hair with. A few swift rubs were all it took to dry his short blonde hair. Tossing the towel back into the bathroom, he moved to the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side of the bed, sitting down, opposite Bosco, Vinny picked up the clock from the end table, setting it for 3:00pm, placed it back down.
Getting up to move around the bed, turning off the lamp on Bosco's side plunging the room into dim. Walking around the bed again, taking another throw, this one green, from an upholstered wingback chair, Vinny lay down, covering himself. Reaching up he turned off his lamp, now plunging the room into complete dark, as the heavy drapes let nothing of the day in.
Glancing over at Bosco, Vinny grinned contentedly, then settled back, asleep in seconds.
Outside, the sounds of the day went on as if nothing out of place had happened. Birds called, the occasional owl hooted. The swishing, flowing sound of a waterfall nearby fed by the pond into which flowed an underground stream, met the small stream that it fed with a gentle splash. But other than that, there were no sounds to speak of. The mountains were quiet now, the nearest neighbor 50 miles away, not interested in what was happening here.
Bosco woke to Vinny's gentle shaking him of his shoulder. His heavy eyelids slowly rising like shades on a window, only this view was unwanted.
At first thinking he was in his own bed, not remembering the events of the night, he startled, wondering what Vinny was doing in his apartment.
As the memories came flooding back, he tried to scramble across the large bed to escape, only to find he had nowhere to go, his right hand, cuffed, held him on the bed he found himself in, jerking his body back with a pained grunt.
Aching from the beating he'd received during the night, he tried to blot out the memories of the rape, attempting to keep his sanity, as well as his rolling stomach from rebelling on him now.
The drugs Vinny had given him at the bar and again for the 'trip' having now worn off, as unknowing to him, he had been here most of the day. It was now late afternoon, Vinny having 'let' him sleep most of the day undisturbed. Had in fact sleep in the bed next to him, but Bosco had no idea about any of that.
"Bosco," Vinny was shaking his head, smiling down at him in the lamplight, "what are you afraid of? I won't hurt you! Well, not as long as you cooperate anyway."
"Stay the hell away from me," Bosco's voice was raspy, thick with emotion, "don't you dare come near me again," his next fearfilled threat cut off as looking wildly around him, he demanded, "Where the hell am I?"
Swinging his head around in a panic, looking for a weapon of some kind, as well as trying to figure out where he was at, Bosco missed Vinny's next comments, but was brought back to him when Vinny reached out and slapped him in the head, "PAY ATTENTION! I ALREADY TOLD YOU ABOUT LISTENING TO ME!"
"DON'T FUCKING HIT ME AGAIN! YOU SICK BAS..." his raging scream at Vinny cut off as Vinny lunged across the bed, slamming him back against the iron bed frame, the bed itself slamming into the log wall behind it with a loud thud. Head striking the frame he yelled in pain, his cries again cut off as Vinny grabbed him again by his bruised throat, the sounds strangled out of him. Bosco was immediately fighting, gasping for air. Fighting for survival now, Bosco was hitting Vinny with all he had in him.
Punching Vinny in the side with his left fist, then rapidly drawing back he hit him again, this time trying for his head, instead catching Vinny's shoulder as he leaned away from Bosco.
Their struggle was this time nearly silent as Bosco fought him, grunts of effort from both as Vinny realizing he'd made a mistake in not keeping Bosco drugged, had to let his throat go. Grabbing his left arm he began to twist it behind Bosco's back, but it was not easy.
Both faces red with exertion, there was only going to be one winner here, and with only one hand free, it was not to be Bosco. But he wasn't going down easy. He was arching his back, trying to head butt Vinny, much as he had done the night before, catching him once full in the mouth. Blood was running again, this time from Vinny's mouth instead of Bosco's.
While roaring in anger, Vinny releasing Bosco's arm, instead of hitting him back, wrestled him until he was able to force him facedown on the bed, laying his full weight on him. Vinny moved until he was sitting straddle Bosco's lower back, one hand firmly on the back of Bosco's head, forcing it into the comforter, leaning down nearly laying fully on him now, he again was squeezing his throat with his right hand wrapped around underneath, much the same as he'd done the night before. Then he shifted his rear until he was sitting on Bosco's rear, trying to keep him from bucking.
Bosco believing that he was either to be raped again, or killed now, went insane on him, reaching his left hand up and behind him, grabbing Vinnys face, clawing at him. Twisting his body, attempting to throw Vinny off of him.
"AAAGGGGHHHH YOU LITTLE SHIT," Vinny roared, "YOU WILL BE TAUGHT MANNERS!"
He held on to his grip on Bosco's throat, but releasing Bosco's head he raised himself to grab Boscos left hand, twisting it until Bosco was screaming in agony through the strangle hold on his throat.
"STOP FIGHTING ME OR I WILL BREAK IT, THEN I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK," Vinny leaning down again loudly growled into Bosco's ear, 'DON'T TEST ME LOVE, I'VE DONE IT BEFORE."
Hesitating, not wanting to die, but, not wanting to give in, Bosco still unrelenting, continued fighting him.
Vinny twisted his hand nearly to the breaking point, squeezing Bosco's throat until he was seeing black spots, his chest burning from the lack of oxygen.
Finally, whimpering in frustration, Bosco stopped fighting, hot tears of pain, hatred, and shame wet his face as he lay limp under Vinny. Taking his hand from Bosco's neck Vinny sat on him for a moment listening to him gasp for air. Moving off of him, he grabbed him by the shoulder and hip.
Vinny flipped him over, quickly returning to sit straddle him, pinning his left arm under his knee, his right arm stretched to its limit held by the cuff, a small trickle of blood was running down Bosco's right wrist where the cuff had dug into his flesh during the fight, Bosco could feel the sting, but gritted his teeth, refusing to let Vinny see his pain. It would only join the rest of the injuries inflicted upon him in the hours since he'd gone with Vinny to the Steakhouse Bar.
Vinny looked down at him, breathing heavily himself, warning in a low angry voice, "Bosco, if you ever hit me again, OR curse me, its done, I will break your neck leaving you out here to rot, and believe me, by the time they find you, if they ever do, I'll be so far away, and so 'in the clear' that it won't matter to anyone I was ever around, or that you even existed. Do I make myself clear?"
Bosco lay looking at him, his mouth set, breathing heavily through his bloodied nose, his lip swollen from the beating the night before again bleeding from the split, his jaw set. Both their faces distorted in the dim light of the bedside lamp, Vinny's with expectation and anger, waiting, Bosco's with hatred and frustration refusing to acknowledge him.
Vinny reached down again, grabbing him again by his throat, but not squeezing, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
Attempting to stare him down, Bosco felt Vinny's hand begin to tighten, his throat protesting the cruelty, bruised from the previous fights and near strangulations. Finally, deciding that he wasn't ready to die just yet after all, swallowing hard, nodded once.
"What," Vinny asked cocking his head to the side, "I didn't hear that. What did you say? 'Yes, Vin I understand you, I won't hit you again,' is that what you were trying to 'say' with that nod?"
His face a mask of anger, torn between defiance and fear, Bosco refused to answer him, he wasn't drugged now, his mind while still in fearful denial of what had happened to him during the previous night, was sharp now, his attitude, his pride in place.
Only now it could get him killed.
Still attempting to stare him down, Bosco refused to answer him, Vinny squeezed harder. Finally seeing the truth in Vinny's eyes, he would indeed kill him right here, right now if Bosco didn't answer him, he gave him what he wanted, "Yes, Vin...I...won't....hit...hit you...again," his voice filled with loathing.
Nodding, Vinny sat back, releasing his throat, Bosco swallowed painfully as his stomach rebelled, Vinny moved off of him, quickly exiting the bed, to stand looking down on him.
Bosco, as Vinny moved off of him, sat up as quickly as his strained and stiff muscles and joints would allow, moving to the headrail, his knees under him, holding his hand to his throat, as he glared at Vinny. Sucking air in rapidly through his mouth, he tried to control his fear as well as his anger.
His body was a mass of aches and pains, and he was caked in places with blood from the beatings as well as other fluids. He stank of fear, blood, sweat and sex. Beginning also to acknowledge against his will the pains from the rape, those having begun to make themselves known in the last few minutes, he began to feel sick as flashes of the previous night flickered in and out of his mind.
Vinny watching him closely, reached out and turned on the other lamp, seeing him go pale, seeing his eyes dart around as if to escape something asked, "Are you getting sick? Don't you do that in here, we both have to share that bed! Damn it Bosco don't you....SON OF A BITCH, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
It was too late; Bosco was vomiting where he knelt, not having made it out of the bed because of the handcuffed wrist.
There wasn't really anything in his stomach, the meal from the night before unfinished to begin with long gone, but what there was, now on the comforter. He almost immediately went into dry heaves, already dehydrated because of the injury and shock from the rapes, his body having had enough with this latest battle.
He thought that Vinny would kill him now, and was crying in fear as well as from the reaction of vomiting, his mental status again slipping into survival mode, he began to try to pled with Vinny, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he rasped as the vomiting paused, seeing Vinny loom over him with his fist raised, "I didn't mean it!"
Standing over him, Vinny hearing his pleas lowered his hand. Silently he walked to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a wet towel, as well as new linens for the bed. He placed the linens on a small chair next to the end table, turning now to Bosco.
Bosco was sitting at the head rail again, waiting for the repercussions to come. Flinching away, as Vinny, instead of the expected beating, came close reaching over with the wet cool navy towel wiping his face for him.
Bosco closed his eyes at Vinny's touch, not able to look at him for fear of giving himself away, afraid if Vinny saw his rage it would bring more violence.
"It's okay," Vinny soothed him, "I should have held my temper, you were only just waking up, I should have been more patient with you."
Bosco kept his eyes closed as Vinny finished asked gently, "Does your hand hurt? Do you need some ice?"
Shaking his head no, refusing to let him see his pain, Bosco leaned his head back against the rail, eyes still shut, hoping he would just leave him in peace.
"Fine," Vinny replied his voice suddenly cold again, as he stepped back, "get up, you have a bed to make."
Bosco opened his eyes at that, staring at him, as if he'd lost his mind, "What? Are you insane? I'm not making this fucking bed you assh
"I'm warning you for the last time," Vinny stepped closer his hand again raised, Bosco blinking rapidly flinched back that time. Vinny paused, obviously attempting to control himself, "you puked on it, you make it," Vinny told him in no uncertain terms.
Bosco started again to argue, this had to be the most surreal point in his entire life, in a life filled with them, but the look of serious anger now on Vinny's face stopped him. So instead he looked pointedly at his right wrist, still handcuffed to the bed. At least if he was 'set free' he might stand a chance of getting the hell away.
Reaching into his pocket, Vinny pulled the key from it. Face relaxing, nodding, he smiled, "Of course," stepping up to him, quickly unlocking it, removed it from the bed, but not Bosco's wrist.
"Now," Vinny said distancing himself quickly from him, "make the bed. And love? Don't even think about trying anything, you know what I can do to you. This can go easy, or hard. Your choice. Myself, I get off either way."
As he turned to actually leave the room, Bosco sat there stunned, his mind refusing to translate that last remark. Before he walked through the door, Vinny turned back, "Oh and in case you were wondering, the windows have bars on them, as do the doors. I have the only key to the front and side doors, oh and no guns, knives or anything else you can think to use are within your reach. So get it done, I'll be back in a few. It better be finished, and it better be right. I don't think you want to see what I'll do if it isn't, Bosco."
Then he was gone, leaving Bosco to himself. As Bosco knelt there a moment, he heard a key in the lock, and footsteps as Vinny moved away from it.
'Oh my god, I've taken the insanity train, and gotten off in hell!'
But for once, he decided that it would be in his best interest, no matter how badly he wanted to kill that bastard, to just do what he was told. Vinny had already proven how vicious he could be, Bosco at that moment had no desire for an encore.
So, slowly Bosco stripped the bed as his arms, shoulders and back screamed in pain. Trying not to think about it, he tossed the soiled sheets and blanket into a pile in the corner, and just as slowly remade the bed. Vinny's words about 'better be right, you don't want to see what I'll do to you if it's not' ringing in his head, Bosco made double sure that it was, some part of him wanting to sit on the floor and laugh, the other wanting to run hysterical out the barred window Vinny mentioned.
He kept looking at the bathroom from which Vinny had brought the linens and the towel, but glancing at the door Vinny had disappeared through earlier, made no move to it. Instead after finishing he moved to the aforementioned window.
Pulling aside the heavy drapes he closed his eyes in frustration as he saw the bars were of heavy wrought iron, and set well into the walls of the cabin.
Opening his eyes, looking beyond the bars, standing stunned as he saw they were on a mountain, or to be precise, on the side of a mountain. The cabin overhanging the mountainside, he could see all the way into a valley as the mountain immediately dropped off behind the cabin.
Although the sun was beginning to set, which he could see, 'Okay that means this is the west side?' Not sure what help that thought was, he soon saw that the entire area was desolate of human habitation.
'Oh great, just what the fuck I need, a mountain and a psycho. Maurice how the fuck did you get yourself into this nightmare!'
Still avoiding the reality of what had happened, he only focused on the 'what's next', as he waited for Vinny's return. He had to use the head, but had avoided that part of the bedroom so far, he wasn't ready to go in there just yet. He wanted to make sure he would be alone first.
He didn't have long to wait. Hearing a key in the lock, Bosco moved to the furthest corner of the room as fast as his cold aching cut feet would carry him. Standing in the shadow, he watched the door.
Vinny walked in, saw the made bed, but not Bosco. Quickly moving into the room, his head darted back and forth, finally seeing him standing defiantly in the dark corner. Instead of speaking to him, or making him come out, Vinny simply went to the bed, walked around it, nodded, then said, "Do it again, it's not right." And walked out again, pausing, "I thought you were in the army once? Make it again, don't think I won't hurt you if you don't do it the way it needs to be done. Oh and when you finish this time? Take a shower, you smell."
And again was gone, the lock turned, his footsteps moving away.
Bosco stood there, panicked down to his bare feet, realizing now that he was in his worst nightmare. Correcting that idea, he'd never dreamed anything this horrible, coming to the understanding against his will that it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
'What the hell is he talking about? Make it AGAIN, I did it right! And I wouldn't SMELL if he hadn't..." 'hearing' what he'd just thought, he spoke aloud, his voice shocked at his own thoughts and actions, "Oh my god, I'm losing MY MIND!"
Looking down at himself, bare feet, bloodied jeans, no shirts, his coat on, a handcuff on his bleeding wrist. His ass reminding him with burning stinging pain and numbness every unbelievable second he was awake what had happened to him during the last night. Covered with crud. Hot tears stung his eyes. Glancing at the barred window, now covered with the drapes again, at the locked door. Realizing he was in a log cabin, on a mountain, who knew where! No one knowing what had happened to him, as it was Friday, he had tonight off. No one would even know he was missing until tomorrow night when he didn't show up for work, Bosco leaned against the wall behind him, as tears of frustration, which he swiftly swiped away, flowed.
Sliding down the wall to sit in the corner on the wooden plank floor, on his hip, in too much pain to sit otherwise, Bosco pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them staring at the door, waiting for his nightmare to begin again.
There was no damn way in this world or any other he was going near that bed again. His mind now reeling at the fact he'd done as told to begin with.
With the shock and denial of the brutally violent attack from last night quickly wearing off, and the horror of his situation today beginning to fully grip him, he began to rock back and forth.
Attempting to hold himself together, trying desperately to figure out how to get out of this nightmare, he put his head down. Sliding his hands now up over the back of his head lacing his fingers tightly together, a low humming moaning could be heard, his grip on his emotions slipping as he fought against the memories of the night, the fear of what was coming overtaking him.
After 30 or so minutes, the door began to open again
TBC...
Rules and Broken Trust, cont.
Chapter 12
Full awareness returned slowly as Bosco realized that Vinny, finally finished using his body for his own sick pleasures, had moved away, and was dressing. Bosco watched him silently now still not completely able to think clearly as Vinny pulled his jeans on, then slipped his shirt over his head. Pulling it into place he bent over the front seat, grabbing his coat from the passenger side floor, sliding into it. Reaching down seizing his shoes, he shoved his feet into them, acting as if Bosco weren't lying handcuffed, naked on the seat next to him. Bosco, becoming increasingly aware that the end was coming, his stomach tightening, waited. Terrified of what was to come, as Vinny finished now continued to ignore him.
He had not long to wait.
Finally, Vinny sat back, turning and grinning at Bosco, he opened the door, the cold wind blowing in across Bosco's bare skin bringing a hard shiver with it for him.
Vinny quickly got out, moving from Bosco's line of vision as the car's windows were completely fogged. Leaving the door open, he was hoping to clear the windows before he needed to leave this lot. To cool the car's overheated interior down as dressed it was too hot for him, not caring if Bosco was now freezing in the night's frigid winds.
Bosco, for his part miserable in the cold tried not to moan as the freezing wind brought him completely awake. Clamping down on his desire to scream at him to close the damn door, to prevent Vinny's attentions returning to him as the wind bit his exposed skin. He hated to be cold as much as he hated Vinny right now.
Though his mind still not fully accepting that Vinny was now his enemy, the confusion of the turn of events of the night still on him. Some part of him kept waiting for the nightmare to be over, his trust to be returned unbroken.
Eyeing him intently as Vinny climbed back into the drivers seat. Remaining silent in fear of setting him off again if Vinny heard him, Bosco carefully lifted his right leg, moving it up onto the seat. Drawing it up, with the left, pushing against the seat with his heels. The pain in his extremities making itself known, he bit his tongue trying to remain silent. Attempts to push himself quietly into a sitting position failing, the leather under him slick with his blood and sweat, giving him no purchase. He was only able with his arms numb like they were to push into the corner more. But he was still hoping to have some ability to fight Vinny off, while knowing that so far that had been a losing situation.
Exhausted, beaten, pain racked and terrified out of his mind at what was to come, he waited for Vinny to do whatever it was he was going to do. 'Just do it already, please GOD I can't stand anymore waiting!'
As the minutes grew, as Vinny moved around in the front seat, the car became unbearably cold for Bosco. Having been too hot to breathe in earlier it was now freezing and he was shaking. With the additional assault to his senses he was becoming too afraid to move or to even think. Either about what had happened or what was to come. He only prayed it would soon be over quickly.
Bosco never believed after the first rape was over that Vinny would let him go, or rather, live. He was a cop, how could Vinny believe he would just let this happen without retaliation or was he so delusional that he actually thought Bosco would be grateful for what he had done as he'd said earlier.
Nothing in his entire life up to that moment could have prepared him for what actually occurred.
He couldn't see what Vinny was doing now, but he knew he was digging around in the glove box as he'd heard it open. Bosco lay waiting with dread for the gun to appear. Instead when Vinny sat back he heard something rattling as Vinny appeared to be counting something. Bosco tried to lift his head to see, but his arms were too numb as his neck and shoulders were from the position he was in, his shivering making it difficult to pick his head up without cramping. Vinny turned to him smiling, "Guess what love? We're going on a little trip!"
Opening his door again, Vinny stepped out, closing the door. Climbing into the backseat, sliding over to Bosco, finally pulling the door closed behind him. Thinking now he was soon to die, Bosco pulled his legs up further trying to block Vinny from reaching him as he now found his voice, his senses again alert he began to try to talk him out of whatever the hell Vinny had planned for him, begging, "Don't do this Vinny, you don't want to kill me! I won't tell man, just let me go okay? My Ma needs me!"
"Oh no Bosco," Vinny laughed, "you aren't going to die, just...sleep for awhile! I said we were going an a little trip. Well, actually, you're going to trip, then sleep! Come here baby!" He was cracking up at his sick joke as he reached out for him.
Glaring at him in confusion, Bosco was again fighting him, kicking out as he realized Vinny was holding pills in his fingers. Effortlessly Vinny shoved his legs to the side pinning him against the backseat rest again, slapping him hard across the mouth. Bosco again tasted fresh blood. "You better damn well stop fighting me Bosco, or it will get worse for you," Vinnny snarled his mood changing quickly as he grabbed Bosco's jaw squeezing his fingers into his cheeks, hard, prying his mouth open. Forcing the pills into his mouth, Vinny then held his hand over Bosco's mouth and nose, preventing him from breathing until he'd swallowed them.
After only a minute or so, Bosco could no longer hold out, the pills dissolving, they're bitterness gagging him, he was forced to swallow. Vinny smiled as he released him, listening to him gasp for air and gag. "Don't vomit or I'll just make you do it again," he laughed, "you don't get a choice in this, I told you, I have the control, not you."
Vinny waited a few minutes for the pills to work as Bosco stared at him in fear, wondering 'What the hell did he give me? Is this bastard the last person I'm gonna ever see? Ma, please, forgive me, I didn't mean to die first!'
Several minutes passed as Vinny sat watching him, silent in his study, smiling at Bosco, rubbing the side of his bare leg with his open palm, as if to comfort him. Bosco found it oddly distressing that he was actually more upset and disgusted by that simple act than anything that had happened during the previous hours. 'Please make him stop touching me, just make him leave me be! Please!'
He couldn't help but wonder how that could be possible, his disgust at Vinny's touch now, not understanding that Vinny's 'kindness' was more confusing to his wounded mind than the ruthlessly violent assault, and that indeed it was worse as his emotions so close to the surface, had been made more raw in the betrayal than had his assaulted body.
Vinny was speaking to him now, but he couldn't make out what was being said, his world was slowly spinning out of his ability to focus. The colors at once, shockingly vivid and muted as the drugs Vinny had combined, forced on him, did their work. Vinny watched as Bosco's eyes lost focus, rolling backwards, "That's it baby, don't fight it, just let the pills do their job," he cooed to him, "go to sleep. When you wake up, it will all be okay." Soon not even the colors were left and he was out of it again.
As sunrise approached, Vinny removed the handcuffs from Bosco's raw wrists, dressing his damaged body with his jeans, and coat. He slid Bosco to him, lifted him up and dragged his arms to his back again, recuffing him. Laying him back down, Vinny then sat forward. Reaching over the front seat, he hit the trunk button on his keys, causing it to open.
Pulling Bosco up to him, Vinny backed out of the rear door, taking Bosco's limp body with him. Lifting him in his arms, carrying him, Vinny walked around to the back of the car, placing Bosco drugged, handcuffed and unconscious into the trunk onto his side facing the rear. Placing a large blanket over his body, making sure his head was not covered.
Taking a roll of paper towels from the trunk, along with glass cleaner, Vinny went back to the car. Washing the side window down where Bosco had bled, he looked at the light tan seat. It was dark with sweat stain, and blood, a quick glance at the rear of the seat told the same story. Wiping it as best he could, he gave up. The stains were not coming out. Going back to the trunk he tossed the towels and cleaner in. Removing another smaller blanket he'd brought he went back to the rear door, draping the blanket over the seat to cover the stains.
Shutting the doors, he went back to the trunk, looking down at Bosco, he reached in, wiping his forehead of dampness, "Poor baby, don't worry, it won't be long, you'll be in our bed resting."
Stepping back he closed the lid on him, sealing him inside, stood nodding a moment as if satisfied with his work then moved to walk around to the drivers door. Vinny getting back into the drivers seat, started the car, pulling out of the abandoned warehouses parking lot.
Stopping once for gas, he went to the washroom, cleaning the blood from his mouth, chin, and hands. Telling the clerk who asked, "Man what the hell happened to you?"
"Hit a dog back on the fucking bridge!" Vinny lied straight faced, "Busted my mouth on the steering wheel, teach me to not wear my seatbelt! Think I messed up my front end on my car too, damn people can't keep their animals locked up."
"Yeah bro, you right about that, you need something for that cut?" the clerk offered, handing him the receipt for the gas and the two bags of groceries he'd purchased.
Politely refusing, claiming to be going home anyway, Vinny left the store, taking the bags with him, which he brazenly placed in the trunk with Bosco, even shifting him to make the groceries sit against his back to prop him up more.
Re-shutting the lid he walked around again to the drivers door, nodding to a woman who was at the next pump. She smiled at him, as she wondered where he was headed, noticing how good-looking he was. Vinny winked at her, then getting back into the Lincoln, drove Bosco and himself out of city, just as the first rays of dawn broke through the dark clouds to the east.
Four or so hours later arriving at the tidy well maintained two bedroom log cabin, he wheeled the Lincoln down the narrow tree lined path, crossing the pitted dirt drive. Coming upon a large forest green and white shed slightly forward of but next to the cabin, he stopped the car, putting it into park.
Vinny opening his door, stepped out, moving quickly to the shed doors, unlocking and removing the large padlock. Swinging the doors wide giving himself enough room to maneuver the large car through he ran back to climb inside. Getting in shutting the door, he put the car into drive, maneuvering it into the shed. Having now done so, he stepped out again, walking back to the doors of the shed. Pulling them closed, as they scrapped the hard dry ground he padlocked them from the inside, having made the trip out here earlier in the month he'd made sure that there was a hasp to do so. Pocketing the key, he walked back across the dirt floor to open the side door to the shed.
Stepping back over to the trunk, opening it, reaching down, moving the grocery bags aside for the moment. Vinny swiftly lifted Bosco into his arms, out of the trunk, carrying him through the door, out into the side yard.
The sun was shining bright in the early winters day, filtered through the surrounding leafless trees like rays, spreading out across the cabins log walls. Only around 9:00am, the air was cool and crisp.
Vinny made his way carefully with his kidnapped victim draped in his arms like a rag doll. Striding across the dead dried grass still covered with small patches of the early mountain snow, its crunch marking his path as he covered the short distance to the log cabin quickly.
Climbing the slate steps up to the small covered wooden side porch, which he crossed quickly. Reaching the solid log door, setting Bosco, oblivious to what was going on, down on his bare feet. One arm wrapped around his chest to hold him up, he reached into his pocket again. Vinny pulled a different set of keys, unlocking the door. Pushing the heavy door open, he picked Bosco up again, carrying him into the cabin.
Across the large bright kitchen with its butcher block island, smooth pine floors, around the six chaired solid oak dining table, which stood as a divider between the kitchen and the larger living room. Through the living room with its leather furniture, its walls lined with bookshelves as well as hunting memorabilia past the larger than life fireplace that along with the oil furnace was used to keep the cabin warm in the winter. Past the large screen TV, with its DVD and VCR set on shelves surrounding it. He'd taken care of everything, there were movies, and sports events to choose from, plus he'd had cable installed, all under a different name of course. Bosco would be happy here, he was convinced of this fact.
Vinny continued until he reached a door. Opening it he carried him down the short windowless hallway into the master bedroom to the back, depositing him onto the wrought iron beds thick green and gold comforter.
The windows of this room, indeed the entire cabin's windows, were covered with heavy green, gold or red plaid drapes, hiding the bars on the outside of them, keeping the rooms dark for the moment. The kitchen while bright was light from above with skylights, unusual with no windows in the front of the cabin to let anyone who cared to look from the small path or indeed the wrap around porch what or who was within.
Vinny reached over, turning on the bedside lamp, its dark green glass shade throwing a soft glow around the room. Grabbing a thick red down throw from the foot of the bed, he flipped it out over Bosco. The room, indeed the entire cabin was cold. He would start the oil heater in a while, as well as the fireplace, but he had work to do first.
Removing the handcuff from Bosco's left wrist he locked the cuff to the bronzed wrought iron metal frame, making sure that Bosco had room to maneuver around a bit when he woke. The leash would later be lengthened, but not yet, not until his lover understood the rules.
Vinny stepped back looking down at him, a smile flickering across his face, turning he left the room, moving down the hallway, to finish unloading the car.
He finished in only two trips, placing the bags down in the kitchen; he went to the giant rose and yellow slate fireplace.
Taking several logs, placing them on the grate, he soon had a roaring fire going, now he moved to start the oil heater, going first outside to begin the pump.
While he was outside, he went back to the shed, inside he opened the hood of the car, fiddled around a bit, turned moving with what he wanted carried in his hand back to the exterior of the shed. Locking both the side door and the large doors from the outside with padlocks.
He knew the inside of the large doors were already locked, but if anyone were to snoop around, they would never guess that there were two locks. AND more importantly, if Bosco were to actually try to leave, he might get one lock off, but Vinny doubted he could get both off in time.
Nodding, he moved back into the cabin, again using padlocks to make sure the interior of the door was secure.
Now he went to a small safe, opening it with a code, he placed the distributor from the car inside, as well as the keys to the car, and padlocks. Setting inside his cell phone, his guns, as well as Bosco's cell and guns, he closed the door setting the lock. Even if Bosco would get the doors to the cabin as well as the shed all open, the car would never start now. And since he could never know the code, the locks were really not that important, just a safeguard.
They were 100 miles from nowhere, 50 miles from the nearest neighbor. Walking out at this time of year was taking a chance on death, in a few weeks, there would be no chance, death would be certain.
Vinny had thought of everything, Bosco would be going nowhere.
Once he was satisfied that the cabin was heating up, he moved to the kitchen, placing the groceries he'd bought away with the rest he'd put in earlier during the previous visits. They would not have to leave here again this winter. He checked the freezer, making sure it was still stocked, that no one had been here making themselves at home. Again, satisfied, he moved to the bedroom again.
Checking on Bosco to make sure he was still asleep, Vinny then moved to the beautifully worked mahogany dresser, taking out clean clothes. Going into the bathroom he shaved in the navy blue pedestal sink, finishing he moved to the toilet. Later stepping into the oversized glass shower, he let the now hot water run over him as he thought about the previous night, and the nights and days to come. A smile on his face as he reached for the shampoo, Vinny was quite happy with how things were going.
A half hour later, he emerged, yawning, a damp lemon yellow towel in his hands that he was using to dry his hair with. A few swift rubs were all it took to dry his short blonde hair. Tossing the towel back into the bathroom, he moved to the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side of the bed, sitting down, opposite Bosco, Vinny picked up the clock from the end table, setting it for 3:00pm, placed it back down.
Getting up to move around the bed, turning off the lamp on Bosco's side plunging the room into dim. Walking around the bed again, taking another throw, this one green, from an upholstered wingback chair, Vinny lay down, covering himself. Reaching up he turned off his lamp, now plunging the room into complete dark, as the heavy drapes let nothing of the day in.
Glancing over at Bosco, Vinny grinned contentedly, then settled back, asleep in seconds.
Outside, the sounds of the day went on as if nothing out of place had happened. Birds called, the occasional owl hooted. The swishing, flowing sound of a waterfall nearby fed by the pond into which flowed an underground stream, met the small stream that it fed with a gentle splash. But other than that, there were no sounds to speak of. The mountains were quiet now, the nearest neighbor 50 miles away, not interested in what was happening here.
Bosco woke to Vinny's gentle shaking him of his shoulder. His heavy eyelids slowly rising like shades on a window, only this view was unwanted.
At first thinking he was in his own bed, not remembering the events of the night, he startled, wondering what Vinny was doing in his apartment.
As the memories came flooding back, he tried to scramble across the large bed to escape, only to find he had nowhere to go, his right hand, cuffed, held him on the bed he found himself in, jerking his body back with a pained grunt.
Aching from the beating he'd received during the night, he tried to blot out the memories of the rape, attempting to keep his sanity, as well as his rolling stomach from rebelling on him now.
The drugs Vinny had given him at the bar and again for the 'trip' having now worn off, as unknowing to him, he had been here most of the day. It was now late afternoon, Vinny having 'let' him sleep most of the day undisturbed. Had in fact sleep in the bed next to him, but Bosco had no idea about any of that.
"Bosco," Vinny was shaking his head, smiling down at him in the lamplight, "what are you afraid of? I won't hurt you! Well, not as long as you cooperate anyway."
"Stay the hell away from me," Bosco's voice was raspy, thick with emotion, "don't you dare come near me again," his next fearfilled threat cut off as looking wildly around him, he demanded, "Where the hell am I?"
Swinging his head around in a panic, looking for a weapon of some kind, as well as trying to figure out where he was at, Bosco missed Vinny's next comments, but was brought back to him when Vinny reached out and slapped him in the head, "PAY ATTENTION! I ALREADY TOLD YOU ABOUT LISTENING TO ME!"
"DON'T FUCKING HIT ME AGAIN! YOU SICK BAS..." his raging scream at Vinny cut off as Vinny lunged across the bed, slamming him back against the iron bed frame, the bed itself slamming into the log wall behind it with a loud thud. Head striking the frame he yelled in pain, his cries again cut off as Vinny grabbed him again by his bruised throat, the sounds strangled out of him. Bosco was immediately fighting, gasping for air. Fighting for survival now, Bosco was hitting Vinny with all he had in him.
Punching Vinny in the side with his left fist, then rapidly drawing back he hit him again, this time trying for his head, instead catching Vinny's shoulder as he leaned away from Bosco.
Their struggle was this time nearly silent as Bosco fought him, grunts of effort from both as Vinny realizing he'd made a mistake in not keeping Bosco drugged, had to let his throat go. Grabbing his left arm he began to twist it behind Bosco's back, but it was not easy.
Both faces red with exertion, there was only going to be one winner here, and with only one hand free, it was not to be Bosco. But he wasn't going down easy. He was arching his back, trying to head butt Vinny, much as he had done the night before, catching him once full in the mouth. Blood was running again, this time from Vinny's mouth instead of Bosco's.
While roaring in anger, Vinny releasing Bosco's arm, instead of hitting him back, wrestled him until he was able to force him facedown on the bed, laying his full weight on him. Vinny moved until he was sitting straddle Bosco's lower back, one hand firmly on the back of Bosco's head, forcing it into the comforter, leaning down nearly laying fully on him now, he again was squeezing his throat with his right hand wrapped around underneath, much the same as he'd done the night before. Then he shifted his rear until he was sitting on Bosco's rear, trying to keep him from bucking.
Bosco believing that he was either to be raped again, or killed now, went insane on him, reaching his left hand up and behind him, grabbing Vinnys face, clawing at him. Twisting his body, attempting to throw Vinny off of him.
"AAAGGGGHHHH YOU LITTLE SHIT," Vinny roared, "YOU WILL BE TAUGHT MANNERS!"
He held on to his grip on Bosco's throat, but releasing Bosco's head he raised himself to grab Boscos left hand, twisting it until Bosco was screaming in agony through the strangle hold on his throat.
"STOP FIGHTING ME OR I WILL BREAK IT, THEN I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK," Vinny leaning down again loudly growled into Bosco's ear, 'DON'T TEST ME LOVE, I'VE DONE IT BEFORE."
Hesitating, not wanting to die, but, not wanting to give in, Bosco still unrelenting, continued fighting him.
Vinny twisted his hand nearly to the breaking point, squeezing Bosco's throat until he was seeing black spots, his chest burning from the lack of oxygen.
Finally, whimpering in frustration, Bosco stopped fighting, hot tears of pain, hatred, and shame wet his face as he lay limp under Vinny. Taking his hand from Bosco's neck Vinny sat on him for a moment listening to him gasp for air. Moving off of him, he grabbed him by the shoulder and hip.
Vinny flipped him over, quickly returning to sit straddle him, pinning his left arm under his knee, his right arm stretched to its limit held by the cuff, a small trickle of blood was running down Bosco's right wrist where the cuff had dug into his flesh during the fight, Bosco could feel the sting, but gritted his teeth, refusing to let Vinny see his pain. It would only join the rest of the injuries inflicted upon him in the hours since he'd gone with Vinny to the Steakhouse Bar.
Vinny looked down at him, breathing heavily himself, warning in a low angry voice, "Bosco, if you ever hit me again, OR curse me, its done, I will break your neck leaving you out here to rot, and believe me, by the time they find you, if they ever do, I'll be so far away, and so 'in the clear' that it won't matter to anyone I was ever around, or that you even existed. Do I make myself clear?"
Bosco lay looking at him, his mouth set, breathing heavily through his bloodied nose, his lip swollen from the beating the night before again bleeding from the split, his jaw set. Both their faces distorted in the dim light of the bedside lamp, Vinny's with expectation and anger, waiting, Bosco's with hatred and frustration refusing to acknowledge him.
Vinny reached down again, grabbing him again by his throat, but not squeezing, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
Attempting to stare him down, Bosco felt Vinny's hand begin to tighten, his throat protesting the cruelty, bruised from the previous fights and near strangulations. Finally, deciding that he wasn't ready to die just yet after all, swallowing hard, nodded once.
"What," Vinny asked cocking his head to the side, "I didn't hear that. What did you say? 'Yes, Vin I understand you, I won't hit you again,' is that what you were trying to 'say' with that nod?"
His face a mask of anger, torn between defiance and fear, Bosco refused to answer him, he wasn't drugged now, his mind while still in fearful denial of what had happened to him during the previous night, was sharp now, his attitude, his pride in place.
Only now it could get him killed.
Still attempting to stare him down, Bosco refused to answer him, Vinny squeezed harder. Finally seeing the truth in Vinny's eyes, he would indeed kill him right here, right now if Bosco didn't answer him, he gave him what he wanted, "Yes, Vin...I...won't....hit...hit you...again," his voice filled with loathing.
Nodding, Vinny sat back, releasing his throat, Bosco swallowed painfully as his stomach rebelled, Vinny moved off of him, quickly exiting the bed, to stand looking down on him.
Bosco, as Vinny moved off of him, sat up as quickly as his strained and stiff muscles and joints would allow, moving to the headrail, his knees under him, holding his hand to his throat, as he glared at Vinny. Sucking air in rapidly through his mouth, he tried to control his fear as well as his anger.
His body was a mass of aches and pains, and he was caked in places with blood from the beatings as well as other fluids. He stank of fear, blood, sweat and sex. Beginning also to acknowledge against his will the pains from the rape, those having begun to make themselves known in the last few minutes, he began to feel sick as flashes of the previous night flickered in and out of his mind.
Vinny watching him closely, reached out and turned on the other lamp, seeing him go pale, seeing his eyes dart around as if to escape something asked, "Are you getting sick? Don't you do that in here, we both have to share that bed! Damn it Bosco don't you....SON OF A BITCH, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
It was too late; Bosco was vomiting where he knelt, not having made it out of the bed because of the handcuffed wrist.
There wasn't really anything in his stomach, the meal from the night before unfinished to begin with long gone, but what there was, now on the comforter. He almost immediately went into dry heaves, already dehydrated because of the injury and shock from the rapes, his body having had enough with this latest battle.
He thought that Vinny would kill him now, and was crying in fear as well as from the reaction of vomiting, his mental status again slipping into survival mode, he began to try to pled with Vinny, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he rasped as the vomiting paused, seeing Vinny loom over him with his fist raised, "I didn't mean it!"
Standing over him, Vinny hearing his pleas lowered his hand. Silently he walked to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a wet towel, as well as new linens for the bed. He placed the linens on a small chair next to the end table, turning now to Bosco.
Bosco was sitting at the head rail again, waiting for the repercussions to come. Flinching away, as Vinny, instead of the expected beating, came close reaching over with the wet cool navy towel wiping his face for him.
Bosco closed his eyes at Vinny's touch, not able to look at him for fear of giving himself away, afraid if Vinny saw his rage it would bring more violence.
"It's okay," Vinny soothed him, "I should have held my temper, you were only just waking up, I should have been more patient with you."
Bosco kept his eyes closed as Vinny finished asked gently, "Does your hand hurt? Do you need some ice?"
Shaking his head no, refusing to let him see his pain, Bosco leaned his head back against the rail, eyes still shut, hoping he would just leave him in peace.
"Fine," Vinny replied his voice suddenly cold again, as he stepped back, "get up, you have a bed to make."
Bosco opened his eyes at that, staring at him, as if he'd lost his mind, "What? Are you insane? I'm not making this fucking bed you assh
"I'm warning you for the last time," Vinny stepped closer his hand again raised, Bosco blinking rapidly flinched back that time. Vinny paused, obviously attempting to control himself, "you puked on it, you make it," Vinny told him in no uncertain terms.
Bosco started again to argue, this had to be the most surreal point in his entire life, in a life filled with them, but the look of serious anger now on Vinny's face stopped him. So instead he looked pointedly at his right wrist, still handcuffed to the bed. At least if he was 'set free' he might stand a chance of getting the hell away.
Reaching into his pocket, Vinny pulled the key from it. Face relaxing, nodding, he smiled, "Of course," stepping up to him, quickly unlocking it, removed it from the bed, but not Bosco's wrist.
"Now," Vinny said distancing himself quickly from him, "make the bed. And love? Don't even think about trying anything, you know what I can do to you. This can go easy, or hard. Your choice. Myself, I get off either way."
As he turned to actually leave the room, Bosco sat there stunned, his mind refusing to translate that last remark. Before he walked through the door, Vinny turned back, "Oh and in case you were wondering, the windows have bars on them, as do the doors. I have the only key to the front and side doors, oh and no guns, knives or anything else you can think to use are within your reach. So get it done, I'll be back in a few. It better be finished, and it better be right. I don't think you want to see what I'll do if it isn't, Bosco."
Then he was gone, leaving Bosco to himself. As Bosco knelt there a moment, he heard a key in the lock, and footsteps as Vinny moved away from it.
'Oh my god, I've taken the insanity train, and gotten off in hell!'
But for once, he decided that it would be in his best interest, no matter how badly he wanted to kill that bastard, to just do what he was told. Vinny had already proven how vicious he could be, Bosco at that moment had no desire for an encore.
So, slowly Bosco stripped the bed as his arms, shoulders and back screamed in pain. Trying not to think about it, he tossed the soiled sheets and blanket into a pile in the corner, and just as slowly remade the bed. Vinny's words about 'better be right, you don't want to see what I'll do to you if it's not' ringing in his head, Bosco made double sure that it was, some part of him wanting to sit on the floor and laugh, the other wanting to run hysterical out the barred window Vinny mentioned.
He kept looking at the bathroom from which Vinny had brought the linens and the towel, but glancing at the door Vinny had disappeared through earlier, made no move to it. Instead after finishing he moved to the aforementioned window.
Pulling aside the heavy drapes he closed his eyes in frustration as he saw the bars were of heavy wrought iron, and set well into the walls of the cabin.
Opening his eyes, looking beyond the bars, standing stunned as he saw they were on a mountain, or to be precise, on the side of a mountain. The cabin overhanging the mountainside, he could see all the way into a valley as the mountain immediately dropped off behind the cabin.
Although the sun was beginning to set, which he could see, 'Okay that means this is the west side?' Not sure what help that thought was, he soon saw that the entire area was desolate of human habitation.
'Oh great, just what the fuck I need, a mountain and a psycho. Maurice how the fuck did you get yourself into this nightmare!'
Still avoiding the reality of what had happened, he only focused on the 'what's next', as he waited for Vinny's return. He had to use the head, but had avoided that part of the bedroom so far, he wasn't ready to go in there just yet. He wanted to make sure he would be alone first.
He didn't have long to wait. Hearing a key in the lock, Bosco moved to the furthest corner of the room as fast as his cold aching cut feet would carry him. Standing in the shadow, he watched the door.
Vinny walked in, saw the made bed, but not Bosco. Quickly moving into the room, his head darted back and forth, finally seeing him standing defiantly in the dark corner. Instead of speaking to him, or making him come out, Vinny simply went to the bed, walked around it, nodded, then said, "Do it again, it's not right." And walked out again, pausing, "I thought you were in the army once? Make it again, don't think I won't hurt you if you don't do it the way it needs to be done. Oh and when you finish this time? Take a shower, you smell."
And again was gone, the lock turned, his footsteps moving away.
Bosco stood there, panicked down to his bare feet, realizing now that he was in his worst nightmare. Correcting that idea, he'd never dreamed anything this horrible, coming to the understanding against his will that it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
'What the hell is he talking about? Make it AGAIN, I did it right! And I wouldn't SMELL if he hadn't..." 'hearing' what he'd just thought, he spoke aloud, his voice shocked at his own thoughts and actions, "Oh my god, I'm losing MY MIND!"
Looking down at himself, bare feet, bloodied jeans, no shirts, his coat on, a handcuff on his bleeding wrist. His ass reminding him with burning stinging pain and numbness every unbelievable second he was awake what had happened to him during the last night. Covered with crud. Hot tears stung his eyes. Glancing at the barred window, now covered with the drapes again, at the locked door. Realizing he was in a log cabin, on a mountain, who knew where! No one knowing what had happened to him, as it was Friday, he had tonight off. No one would even know he was missing until tomorrow night when he didn't show up for work, Bosco leaned against the wall behind him, as tears of frustration, which he swiftly swiped away, flowed.
Sliding down the wall to sit in the corner on the wooden plank floor, on his hip, in too much pain to sit otherwise, Bosco pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them staring at the door, waiting for his nightmare to begin again.
There was no damn way in this world or any other he was going near that bed again. His mind now reeling at the fact he'd done as told to begin with.
With the shock and denial of the brutally violent attack from last night quickly wearing off, and the horror of his situation today beginning to fully grip him, he began to rock back and forth.
Attempting to hold himself together, trying desperately to figure out how to get out of this nightmare, he put his head down. Sliding his hands now up over the back of his head lacing his fingers tightly together, a low humming moaning could be heard, his grip on his emotions slipping as he fought against the memories of the night, the fear of what was coming overtaking him.
After 30 or so minutes, the door began to open again
TBC...