Disclaimer: I don't own Mort Rainey or anything Secret Window. That belongs to Stephen King.
AN: I'd like to thank Moulin-Rouge-Pirate for all of her support and her reviews...she's reviewed practically every one of my fics, and I want to thank her for that! The rest of you rock, too; thanks for everything! Oh, and this chapter will be sexual, so please skip marked parts if you don't like it! For those who read it, please tell me how I did, as this is my first sex scene. Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 5: A New Home:
The days following my abduction were some of the longest of my life. Despite Mort spoiling me with my favorite foods, getting me CDs to listen to in the car, and buying me new clothes, I still desperately wanted to go home. However, escaping was no longer possible, because after my previous failed attempt and my second drugging, I was rarely let out of Mort's sight. My only moments of freedom were to either go to the bathroom, or to stretch my legs after long hours of sitting handcuffed in the passenger seat of the van. The change in my seating arrangement was due to Mort's belief that I should enjoy the passing scenery; as a result, he let me sit up front so I could listen to the radio and my CDs (though I suspect it was because he wanted me next to him while he drove).
During the bathroom breaks, Mort followed me to the bathrooms and waited outside for me to come back. If I was ever in there for too long, he'd actually have someone check to see if I was alright and then escort me back to him. I would have tried begging for help to escape, but let's face it, who would have believed me, anyway? Many would have thought it a joke and blown me off for wasting their time when they were in a hurry to get where they were going. Then, when it was time to stretch our legs, Mort always got out first and opened my door, since the childproof lock had been activated on the passenger side of the van and I couldn't get out without him unlocking my handcuffs. Somehow, the people at the rest areas ignored the pleading, terrified looks I gave them and simply left me to my abductor, no questions asked about why I looked so scared. Eventually, I stopped trying and let Mort take me to wherever he was taking me.
"So, where are we going?" I asked on our fifth day of travel. I knew we were long out of my state, but I wanted to know specifically where we were going. "You must have somewhere in mind."
Mort smiled as he pulled up to a stop light. "You're right," he said, turning to smile at me. "We're going to my cabin in New York."
My jaw dropped. "New York?" I squeaked.
Oh, my God, my parents would never think to look for me there, and neither would anyone else. From what Mort said in his stories, no one ever visited him in his cabin because they were all too afraid of him, even the local authorities! Plus, he said that the cabin was in the middle of nowhere, so how were people supposed to find me out there?!
I tried to stay calm. "So, how long until we get there?" I asked, looking out the window.
"Just a few more days," Mort replied, focusing on the road. "Probably three days at most."
I nodded and returned my attention to the passing buildings, trying to think of a way out of this. I could try to escape again, but what if I was caught? Mort would be pissed off, no doubt, and I had no idea how he'd react; would he kill me, or simply keep me chained up in the basement of his cabin for all eternity? I wasn't a fan of either option, but I doubt that I would be given a choice in the matter.
Sighing, I let myself fall asleep, dreaming of my little brother and the family moments we shared.
Mort's POV:
Driving down the road, Mort tried to figure out how he was going to keep Amber inside his (soon to be 'their') cabin, preventing her from escaping. He didn't want to tie her up or chain her, but if he didn't, she'd escape for sure, no question about it. He had to think of something before they got to the cabin, or he could lose the one woman in the world he was meant to be with!
'But what can I do?' Mort asked himself, once again focusing on the road.
Suddenly, it hit him. They were going completely out of any territory that Amber was familiar with, so she would be easy to trick into believing that there was no way for her to escape. After all, if she didn't know where she was, how could she escape when she didn't know where to escape to? And since no one ever came up to the cabin anymore, Mort knew that keeping her there would be easy.
Looking over, he saw her asleep in the passenger seat. Smiling, Mort turned his attention back to the road.
The next day, Amber's POV:
I don't know why, but lately, I've been uneasy about falling asleep at night. I was usually a good sleeper, able to fall asleep quickly and easily no matter where I am. However, I began to have this sudden feeling that Mort was "feeling me up" while I was unconscious. Maybe it's because, every night we go to sleep, Mort's right there, watching me as I fluff my pillows and wrap myself up in blankets to keep warm. Or it could be because, every time I wake up, Mort's still there, watching me and stroking my face or my hair. The reason I think that he tries to get a little 'touchy-feely' with me when I'm a sleep is because he's always way too happy in the mornings, more so than the night before. I tried to stay awake once, but failed miserably; I guess the stress of the situation has been getting to me more than I thought.
Anyway, after nearly a week of being stuck in the van, I felt cabin fever settling in. I was used to being indoors for a long time, but not in such a small space, and for almost a week! It was a nightmare, being stuck in a van with a psychotic kidnapper who kept looking at me and smiling like an idiot. I had tried my best to ignore him by staring out the window and focusing on something else, but after the first few days, I ran out of things to think about. In the end, I just sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery go by and not thinking of anything at all. Thinking only made me depressed, since I typically ended up thinking about my family and friends.
On our sixth day driving, I was pulled out of my daze by a "Welcome to New York" sign flashing by my window. My stomach dropped and my body went cold; we were getting closer to my new prison, the place where Mort would keep me for God-knows-how-long before he tired of me and killed me. Okay, I know that I'd previously thought that Mort wouldn't hurt me, but this was a guy who'd murdered four people, three of whom he knew really well and one a stranger he barely knew! If that could happen to them, what could happen to me, a girl that Mort had known less than a week, if that? I wouldn't even say he knew me, since we rarely talked while he drove. What was even scarier was that, if one were to calculate the entire amount of time we knew each other based on conversation, Mort Rainey wouldn't have known me for more than half a day, at most!
Shuddering at the thought, I turned my attention back to the passing landscapes. Everything looked the same to me, each town and rest stop looking exactly like the one before it. Sighing, I turned my thoughts towards the place Mort would keep me, his cabin at Tashmore Lake, and what it could be like. How big would it be? Where would he keep me once we got there? Would he chain me in his basement, or did he have an actual dungeon that he would keep me in? Would he ever let me go outside and see the sun again?
I continued to ponder about the cabin until nightfall, when Mort pulled into a campground for us to spend the night in. After a trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and use the toilet, I curled up in the back of the van, staring at the ceiling, resuming my thoughts about his cabin.
Mort's soft, husky voice interrupted my thoughts. "What're you thinking about, baby?" he asked, lying down next to me.
I shrugged, not really looking at him. "Just random stuff," I said. I heard him shuffle around a bit, which sort of bothered me. Normally, he'd just sit there and stare at me as I fell asleep, and all of his moving around was unusual. Rolling onto my right side, I saw him holding a rag in his hand and a sad expression on his face. Before I could blink, Mort leapt at me, pinning me down on my back.
"Sorry, baby, but it's for the best," he whispered as he once again covered my mouth with a drug-dosed rag.
I never got the chance to answer him.
Mort's POV:
He felt terrible about this whole drugging thing, but he couldn't let Amber know where he was taking her, or how to get there. Drugging her was the only way to handle this, and the most humane...after all, he didn't want to physically hurt her just to knock her out!
Climbing into the driver's seat, Mort quickly backed the van out of the spot he'd rented for the night and sped for home.
The next morning: Amber's POV:
As corny as it sounds, it was the warmth of sunlight and the sound of chirping birds that woke me. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was lying on a bed, a real wooden bed, in a wood cabin, in nothing but a flannel shirt and my bra and panties. Panicking, I checked myself over, praying that I hadn't been taken raped while I slept. Going over what I'd learned in Health class in high school (which I remember amazingly well), I realized I was fine, and Mort hadn't raped me while I slept.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked around my newest, and more permanent, prison. Sunlight poured from a window above my head. On my left was an open door, which, judging from the light coming from it, had to be a bathroom; a nightstand and chair stood immediately on my right. Across the room was a door that was the exit, a wardrobe close to it. To put it shortly, it was a very boring room.
Sighing, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, extremely glad that Mort had only used enough chloroform to knock me out, but not enough to give me a headache. Stretching the kinks out of my back and legs, I swung my legs over the bed and headed for the bathroom, a strange clinking sound resonating whenever I took a step. Looking down, I was shocked to see that I had been chained to the bed! Checking the length, I saw that there was enough slack to actually get to the bathroom to use the toilet and the sink, with possibly enough to get to the shower and use it as well. Thankful for Mort's consideration, I quickly went to use the facilities.
After using the toilet and washing my hands, I tried testing the length of the chain. It was long enough to get to the shower, and had more than enough slack to go past the door leading to the rest of the cabin. I found a stack of new clothes on the chair by the bed, but couldn't put on the pants Mort had left me because of the binding around my ankle. I decided to just keep the shirt on and make sure it was hiding everything while I walked. A pair of white sandals lay next to the chair, and I quickly slipped them on, too. After all, I didn't want to get slivers in my feet while exploring my new prison.
Opening the door, I saw that I was on the second level of the cabin, a study area across from the bedroom with stairs to my left. The chain around my ankle wasn't long enough to go far down the steps, but it was long enough to get to the desk. The desk bore a laptop, a Slinky, and various papers scattered all over it. I picked one up and saw that it was the ending to a story; the other papers also held various story ideas and endings, some good, some bad, and some which had some potential.
'Will I turn out like one of those bad endings, tossed aside and left to die?' I thought, returning the papers to the desk. I certainly hoped not! First, though, I had to wonder if I was alone in the house.
"Mort?" I called, "are you here?" No reply. Fantastic...now I could escape!
Okay, so I didn't know where I was, who cares? I'd find a road someplace and follow it until I got to a nearby town and could get to a phone. I'd call home and be back in my own state before the week was up! Nodding, I went back to the bedroom, the chain clanking behind me.
Once safely in the bedroom, I closed the door and checked for a lock on it. Unfortunately, there was none. Instead, I took the chair and stuck it under the knob, creating my own lock. That should keep Mort busy. If I needed to, I'd escape through the window, consequences be damned! I know I wasn't being totally rational, but did I really want to spend the rest of my life here with this guy? No way!
Taking a good look at the chain, I saw that a lock held the chain in place around the bed, and a smaller one held my ankle. The one on my ankle was too tightly bound for me to wiggle out of, and the lock was difficult to maneuver, so I'd have to focus on the one around the bed leg. I was lucky that the lock on the bed was large and old, so all I needed was something to pick it with. Even though I'd never picked locks before, there wasn't a choice in the matter. I ran into the bathroom to look for anything small and sharp. Miraculously, I found a small, pointed metal nailfile in the bathroom cabinet and raced to pick the lock with it. I hadn't made it very far before a knock on the door distracted me.
"Amber, are you okay?" Mort called. "Are you dressed?" The doorknob began to rattle. "Amber, did you lock the door?" He began pounding on the door. "Amber?"
"I...I'm getting dressed!" I said, trying to sound calm. "I wanted some privacy, and there wasn't a lock on the door!" Mort stopped knocking, and I swear I could hear him thinking through the door.
"Open the door, Amber," he demanded, once again pounding on the door.
"I told you, I'm-"
I never got to finish my sentence.
The door burst open and the chair went crashing across the room as Mort ran in, his eyes catching me picking the lock around the bed. What could only be anger and hurt flashed in his eyes, and I began fearing for my life. He was suddenly beside me, and I was on my back on the bed before I could blink, the nail file skittering across the floor and the chain still around my ankle. I held my breath and waited as Mort positioned himself above me, my wrists pinned above my head and my legs trapped under his.
"You'll never escape me, Amber," he whispered to me, brown eyes so dark they were almost black. "You're mine...I'll make you mine...right here, right now..."
Amber's POV: rated (R) moment:
Mort forcefully pressed his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of my lips against his. I felt him reaching down with one hand and could feel his hand on my thigh, slowly pushing my skirt up. Since I could feel something very hard and very hot pressed against my stomach through the cloth of the flannel shirt, I could tell that Mort was enjoying the feel of skin against skin. The shirt was quickly and easily pulled off of me, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. I blushed, but Mort simply grinned down at me as he reached with both hands for the front clasp of my bra, fully releasing my hands in the process.
Once my hands were released, I reacted by trying to push him off of me. However, it only made him more aggressive and turned on. My bra was pulled off me and sent flying across the room. There was a rip sound, and my panties soon joined my bra on the floor, cool air caressing my exposed lower body. I heard Mort groan, pressing his lips to mine, his hands stroking and caressing my naked breasts, massaging them with callused fingertips. I tried to stay angry at what was happening, but it was impossible; I'd never been touched this way before, and the feel of his body against mine made me want more than I was getting. Then he gripped my breasts, hard, my body arching up willingly into his hands, causing Mort to smile at my reaction. His right hand quickly drifted down in between my legs, gently stroking the inside of my thighs. That caught my attention, and not in a good way!
Putting my hands on his shoulders, I shoved, trying to get him off me, but he was too strong. Instead, his hands pushed me down, hard, onto my back before going to remove his shirt. After his shirt was flung aside, I couldn't help but stare at Mort's chest: it was very well sculpted, perfectly tan, and had a very light dusting of hair. His shoulders, usually hidden by his loose shirts, were very muscular, showing how he managed to overpower me so easily. Mort grinned down at me, knowing that I'd been admiring his body, and reached for his pants, quickly undoing his belt. I gasped and turned away, closing my eyes. The sound of the belt and his pants hitting the floor told me that Mort was now as naked as I was.
A pair of firm, yet gentle, hands grasped my chin and turned my head back towards him. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to focus on Mort's face and not...lower down. Looking into his eyes, I saw something I couldn't identify, but knew it couldn't be good.
I was right. As I swallowed, nervously, I was pinned even harder to the bed, Mort forcing himself between my legs. Looking up at him, I could feel his length rub insistently against my opening, his muscular arms braced on either side of me.
"I love you, Amber," Mort whispered, looking into my eyes before he forced himself into me.
Pain exploded within me, and I cried out. Never having had a boyfriend, I was still very much a virgin...well, not anymore. I could feel Mort's erection move inside me and heard him grunt as he thrust into me, again and again, slowly, his breathing and pace speeding up as he moved inside me. I heard someone moan, but couldn't tell who it came from, me or him.
"Amber," I heard him gasp as he pushed again, this time thrusting so hard my hips lifted up off the bed. The sensation of him brutally pushing into me was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and the pleasure was unbelievable.
"Oh, God," I cried, eyes rolling into the back of my head. Was it supposed to feel this amazing? I knew sex was supposed to be good, but not this good! Groaning, I unintentionally wrapped my arms around his neck and let him have me.
Mort's POV: Still rated (R)
Pure bliss filled him the moment he entered Amber's warm body. Grunting repeatedly, he pushed himself into her, again and again, loving every minute of it. Oh, it'd been so long since he'd had a woman, but this more than made up for it...god, the pleasure was almost unbearable...
"Amber," he gasped, pushing himself deeper into her body, harder than before. He could feel her hips lift off the bed from the force of his thrust, and loved the fact that he had made it happen.
"Oh, God," she cried out from under him. Mort watched as her eyes rolled from pleasure, her arms drifting around his neck as she gave herself to him completely, groaning in pleasure. He grinned and began to move faster, their breathing increasing with his pace and a familiar pressure building quickly inside him. As their gasps filled the room, he could tell that she was nearing the end as well.
The ending came too quickly for him. Throwing his head back, Mort cried out as he came, Amber's screams merging with his. His hips continued to thrust against hers as he finished, feeling her hips rise up to meet each finishing plunge. Slowly, they came down together. Collapsing on the bed, Mort was barely able to keep his body from crushing hers. Groaning, Mort moved himself off of her, watching as she caught her breath.
"Are you alright?" he asked, stroking her face. She looked at him with tired eyes before nodding. "Sleep," Mort murmured to her. Amber nodded again before rolling away from him and falling asleep. Sighing with contentment, Mort joined her.
Amber's POV:
Lying on my left side, turned away from him, I heard Mort's breathing deepen as he fell asleep. Oh God, what have I done? I'd always been a firm believer in the "no sex until marriage" idea, and now I'd broken it. What would my parents think? Oh, God, my mom would freak out...I feel like I've gone against every moral I believe in...what do I do now? What if I'm pregnant after this? I'm not even married to this guy, and I've slept with him and could be pregnant! Okay, so I'm old fashioned for not wanting to have sex until after I'm married and wanting to be married to the father of my kids, but that's what I believe in...well, that's what I believed in before today.
Sighing, I closed my eyes to get some rest. I felt Mort stir and mutter something in his sleep. Turning over onto my back, I looked over and saw him smiling. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep, so different from the man who'd kidnapped me and took my innocence. Not wanting to look at him any longer, I rolled back over onto my left side, away from Mort. Closing my eyes, I felt his arm slip around my waist as he pulled me close against his body. Too tired to resist, I drifted off to sleep.
AN: Well, how was that? Please tell me, but be gentle...it was my first intimate scene. The next chapter also has an intimate scene, so beware!