A/N: All righty then. I was bored tonight and I have just finished reading As Good As Dead and it was fabulous. It's by… Beverly Barton. Good book. Any who, I thought that I would give you a short chappie on the "kidnapper" and what's going through his/her mind and how things are going with Roxie. Also, I'm going to start a new Chicago story… one with pain, betrayal, heartache, romance, and once again, suspense. I'll give you updates on that in a few. Any ways, as always R&R…
"So Roxie. Have you got any questions as to why you are here?" The person asked. They appeared to be male, she guessed. About oh, 5'11", maybe 6 foot. They always wore a ski mask so she didn't know what they looked like. Well, blue eyes. That's it though.
"Yeah, why me? What do you want with me?" Roxie demanded. He just laughed.
"You? You are just the bait. It's Velma I want. That trashy whore turned me down a lot so now I'm going to get even. She spread her legs for every other man in town, why not me?" Roxie howled with laughter. "You think that's funny? Being made fun of by friends and co-workers, ridiculed by her. No matter. It's only a matter of time before I'm all she can think about."
"Actually, and I have two things to point out, she didn't spread her legs for every man, just the ones with money. And second, I think you ARE all she thinks about. You keep sending her things…" Velma bit on her tongue. She wasn't supposed to say that.
"What did you say?" The man asked. "What did you say?" He yelled. Then he backhanded her. "What did you fucking say?" Slapping her again, he screamed, "What did you say?"
"I said," Roxie sniffled through tears of pain and sorrow, "that you're sending her things. That's what the other guy said anyways."
"What other guy?" He asked carefully through bated breath.
"Hell if I know," she said, "He wears a mask just like yours! He said that he's sent notes and tape recorders and stuff."
Pulling off Roxie's rope from her hands he pulled her up and thrust her to the bed. Before she could gather her wits he was there. Pushing her back and tying her hands above her head. Then he slapped her again so hard that she saw stars and stopped struggling for a few seconds. Those few seconds were all he needed to pull her legs down and tie them apart. He pulled up the huge shirt she was wearing and looked down at her naked breasts. Then he pulled her pants down. She watched him with a mean expression on her face.
"Finally getting the nerve up huh? I expected this a long time ago." She taunted. "I guess you just didn't have the right tool for the job huh? Well, guess what? You can't rape the willing and guess what. I want it more than you do."
Thus far he hadn't said a word while he watched her struggle at her bonds and tease him.
"You're right. You can't rape the willing so I guess I'm having sex with you then aren't I?" He then pulled his shirt out of his tailored pants. Unbuttoning his pants, sliding down the zipper, and freeing his rapidly swelling sex to her gaze.
"Hmm, you definitely don't have the right one. I need a screwdriver and a hammer not a, well, I guess there isn't a tool quite that small yet." Roxie faked a grin and thought that if she made fun of him long enough and made him mad enough maybe he'd just go away again. Oh thank god, as he angrily pulled his pants up and started tucking in his shirt. Then he unties her foot, which was a mistake on his part. She took her leg and kicked him square in the nose. She definitely felt something give and sure enough here comes the blood.
"You bitch." Coming around the bed he hit her again in the face. "That's only a taste of what you did. Be lucky it isn't more." When he untied her other foot he made sure that he was well out of kicking range. Getting her back onto the chair was going to be a problem all on its own. Putting his knee in her chest and holding her in place he undid her wrists and twisted her over as quick as he could move off her. It worked quite well actually. He pulled her up and lifted her up to take her to the chair but she pulled the dead weight stunt. She just let all her weight go, but he merely grunted tied her hands back in place. Suddenly a door slammed above their heads. That's a pretty incredible feat as the ceiling was concrete. They had had to move the day before because Roxie kept shrieking up a storm when she saw one of them. So they moved to the basement of a two story building. Here she could scream and yell and holler all she wanted but it didn't do her any good. A shout and a thundering of footsteps later she heard two men shouting at each other but only caught every other word and didn't understand any of it.
"You… orders…. don't… up… you know what… she… us."
"I don't… if… me… I… part… it… any more."
"Well… too bad… even… hasn't… face… you're… too deep."
Suddenly the voices got quiet and even by straining her ears she couldn't hear a word of what was going on. Then the door opened and the other guy came down with something in his hand and a fiery look in his eyes.