Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Thanks for all the reviews!!!! Keep them coming!! :o) ~*~
Phoebe allowed herself to be dragged across the street, scared of the consequences of screaming or trying to run again. He was almost double her weight and height, and could most certainly do her damage if she tried anything, of that she was sure.
"Just stay calm!" She chanted into herself like a Mantra. Anything to block out the fear of what lay ahead for her.
She could feel his gloved hands tightening around her wrists, which he had pulled around her back, pushing her forward to a destination she was unsure of. Although he was behind her, but she could tell the look on his face was menacing, a look that she was glad was hidden from her.
"We're here, don't try anything silly," Tony gave her one last brash push through a huge red door that was concealed half way up an alley. The hallway smelled of a pungent air of stale urine, lit by a singular light bulb, that hung bare in the centre of the cracked ceiling, swinging slightly from the wind coming through the broken window.
"Get in there," He pushed her again, this time less forceful.
As she fell throw the door he let go of her hands, allowing him to lock it securely behind him, to make sure there was no escaping for her.
"Im sorry I had to do that, but you were being bad, and I don't like it when my girls are bad!" Tony sneered at her as he placed the keys back into his jeans pocket.
Phoebe stood in silence. "One of his girls?" She wondered what he meant by that. Had he kidnapped people before her? If so where were they? The apartment was silent. "Oh my God, he kills them!" She felt the panic rise in her stomach; tears of fear threatening to erupt from her eyes as the realisation hit her, his intentions for her were no good. No one knew she was here, no one could save her. She was going to die, all alone. She had to get out of there. She had to fight him. He was going to kill her anyway, so she may as well try and help herself.
She lunged herself on top of him with all her might, knocking him onto the floor and banged her fists as powerfully as she could into his torso, desperately attempting to disable him in some way. She could feel him make a grab for her wrists, but her movements were so swift he was unable to get a proper hold of her. She was winning! She had overpowered him! Or at least so she thought. His leg rose from the floor and kicked her in the back, sending her flying off his chest and onto the floor next to him. Winded she gasped for breath, clutching her chest praying for her lungs to move.
She watched terrified as he got up from his position on the carpet and walked towards her. She closed her eyes, screwing them up tightly, terrified to see what he was about to do to her. Her hair, it was moving, getting sorer at the scalp as he lifted her head in one swift pull.
"Don't ever try anything like that again, or you will be sorry," he let go of her hair and her head slumped back onto the ground with a thud to rejoin the rest of her body.
The pain was excruciating, like a tiny drum inside her head, banging away at an uninviting rhythm. She could feel it pulsating, like it was trying to break free from her skull.
Her eyes remained shut, but she could sense he was standing over her, watching her lie there in agony. He was smiling, she was sure of it.
Footsteps.
He was walking away. Where was he going?
Silence.
She opened her eyes, slowly at first. The hallway was empty apart from her and a small brown table that held a telephone and from what she could see a notepad with names, numbers and times written on it.
Slowly she pulled herself up to a sitting position, her left hand supporting her lower back that had been so brutally kicked.
She limped over to the front door and tried in vain to open it, knowing fine well it was locked, but she just had to try. Maybe if she pulled hard enough it would unlock? She yanked at the handle with all the strength she had left in her body but it wouldn't budge.
"Argh!" She cried in frustration as she let go, defeated.
"Tony?" A female voice from outside the door called, then a very distinct chap, which was rhythmic, almost like a code rung out causing her to jump back in fright.
"Get out of the way!" Tony, who ran from where ever he had been, pulled at Phoebes top in desperation and yanked her forcefully into a bedroom next to where she was now standing.
Click
He had locked her in.
"Tania, baby! Come on in!" Phoebe listened to what was happening in the hall through the thin plywood door she was trapped behind.
Tony ruffled up his shirtsleeve and looked at his watch.
"You're an hour early, what happened!" He asked in a demanding tone.
"My 11:30 didn't turn up." She looked down at her feet, afraid to look him in the eye. The next 5 seconds of non eye contact were crucial to see what way his mood would swing. He would either take it out on her, or the client.
"Didn't show up huh? Well the next time he calls for an appointment ill be sure to tell him to watch his back, because im gonna HUNT HIM DOWN!" Tony slammed his fist into the door Phoebe had her ear to making her head jerk back in surprise.
"Appointment? Client?" What was going on here, Phoebe wondered. All those men's names and telephone numbers on the pad outside, his "girls", clients. It all fit into place and Phoebe's heart sunk as she realised that his true intentions for her were not murder after all, but something much worse.
He was going to make her sleep with men for money.
He was going to make her a prostitute, and there was nothing she could do about it.
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Im sorry it's taken me over a week to update this fic, but I have been trying to get my other fic finished so I could concentrate on this one. Well the tow chandlers ancestors is all done now, so updates will be daily from now on, Yay :o)
Please leave me a review and ill get chapter 5 up :o)
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Thanks for all the reviews!!!! Keep them coming!! :o) ~*~
Phoebe allowed herself to be dragged across the street, scared of the consequences of screaming or trying to run again. He was almost double her weight and height, and could most certainly do her damage if she tried anything, of that she was sure.
"Just stay calm!" She chanted into herself like a Mantra. Anything to block out the fear of what lay ahead for her.
She could feel his gloved hands tightening around her wrists, which he had pulled around her back, pushing her forward to a destination she was unsure of. Although he was behind her, but she could tell the look on his face was menacing, a look that she was glad was hidden from her.
"We're here, don't try anything silly," Tony gave her one last brash push through a huge red door that was concealed half way up an alley. The hallway smelled of a pungent air of stale urine, lit by a singular light bulb, that hung bare in the centre of the cracked ceiling, swinging slightly from the wind coming through the broken window.
"Get in there," He pushed her again, this time less forceful.
As she fell throw the door he let go of her hands, allowing him to lock it securely behind him, to make sure there was no escaping for her.
"Im sorry I had to do that, but you were being bad, and I don't like it when my girls are bad!" Tony sneered at her as he placed the keys back into his jeans pocket.
Phoebe stood in silence. "One of his girls?" She wondered what he meant by that. Had he kidnapped people before her? If so where were they? The apartment was silent. "Oh my God, he kills them!" She felt the panic rise in her stomach; tears of fear threatening to erupt from her eyes as the realisation hit her, his intentions for her were no good. No one knew she was here, no one could save her. She was going to die, all alone. She had to get out of there. She had to fight him. He was going to kill her anyway, so she may as well try and help herself.
She lunged herself on top of him with all her might, knocking him onto the floor and banged her fists as powerfully as she could into his torso, desperately attempting to disable him in some way. She could feel him make a grab for her wrists, but her movements were so swift he was unable to get a proper hold of her. She was winning! She had overpowered him! Or at least so she thought. His leg rose from the floor and kicked her in the back, sending her flying off his chest and onto the floor next to him. Winded she gasped for breath, clutching her chest praying for her lungs to move.
She watched terrified as he got up from his position on the carpet and walked towards her. She closed her eyes, screwing them up tightly, terrified to see what he was about to do to her. Her hair, it was moving, getting sorer at the scalp as he lifted her head in one swift pull.
"Don't ever try anything like that again, or you will be sorry," he let go of her hair and her head slumped back onto the ground with a thud to rejoin the rest of her body.
The pain was excruciating, like a tiny drum inside her head, banging away at an uninviting rhythm. She could feel it pulsating, like it was trying to break free from her skull.
Her eyes remained shut, but she could sense he was standing over her, watching her lie there in agony. He was smiling, she was sure of it.
Footsteps.
He was walking away. Where was he going?
Silence.
She opened her eyes, slowly at first. The hallway was empty apart from her and a small brown table that held a telephone and from what she could see a notepad with names, numbers and times written on it.
Slowly she pulled herself up to a sitting position, her left hand supporting her lower back that had been so brutally kicked.
She limped over to the front door and tried in vain to open it, knowing fine well it was locked, but she just had to try. Maybe if she pulled hard enough it would unlock? She yanked at the handle with all the strength she had left in her body but it wouldn't budge.
"Argh!" She cried in frustration as she let go, defeated.
"Tony?" A female voice from outside the door called, then a very distinct chap, which was rhythmic, almost like a code rung out causing her to jump back in fright.
"Get out of the way!" Tony, who ran from where ever he had been, pulled at Phoebes top in desperation and yanked her forcefully into a bedroom next to where she was now standing.
Click
He had locked her in.
"Tania, baby! Come on in!" Phoebe listened to what was happening in the hall through the thin plywood door she was trapped behind.
Tony ruffled up his shirtsleeve and looked at his watch.
"You're an hour early, what happened!" He asked in a demanding tone.
"My 11:30 didn't turn up." She looked down at her feet, afraid to look him in the eye. The next 5 seconds of non eye contact were crucial to see what way his mood would swing. He would either take it out on her, or the client.
"Didn't show up huh? Well the next time he calls for an appointment ill be sure to tell him to watch his back, because im gonna HUNT HIM DOWN!" Tony slammed his fist into the door Phoebe had her ear to making her head jerk back in surprise.
"Appointment? Client?" What was going on here, Phoebe wondered. All those men's names and telephone numbers on the pad outside, his "girls", clients. It all fit into place and Phoebe's heart sunk as she realised that his true intentions for her were not murder after all, but something much worse.
He was going to make her sleep with men for money.
He was going to make her a prostitute, and there was nothing she could do about it.
~~*~~~
Im sorry it's taken me over a week to update this fic, but I have been trying to get my other fic finished so I could concentrate on this one. Well the tow chandlers ancestors is all done now, so updates will be daily from now on, Yay :o)
Please leave me a review and ill get chapter 5 up :o)