Authors note: Here's a bit more than last time. Thanks again to all the reviews, they make my day. Also Joseph Nolan and Todd are real radio personalities and they make my morning. Thank you all at WPLJ. No infringment, no money, just wanted to say thanks.
It's been three days and I still haven't seen or heard Wimmer. I have tomorrow off. Allison invited me over for dinner tomorrow night. She's going to cook. I don't have the heart to tell her that she's an awful cook. She's too nice. I tell her that I'm going out with some friends.
"Just don't drink too much. I don't think you got over the bad food you had the other day. What was it you ate any way?"
"Chinese food. And we're going out. I'll have a salad or something. I'll be fine Cameron." She's not convinced. "I'll call you if I get sick again."
That seems to placate her.
As I make my way to my car I breathe a sigh of relief. I made it.
I choke on that sigh when I pull the paper that's under my wiper blade.
Robert, same address, 10pm tonight. No excuses, no telling.
The note wasn't signed. It didn't need to be.
My heart starts to pound. I look back at the hospital. This would be a great place for a heart attack.
Wimmer doesn't answer the door this time. Another man is there dressed in a suit. A big man. Looks like an ex line backer for American football. Is this the butler? He takes my coat, with out a word and waves me ahead of him. Before I can blink something is covering my face. A cloth. I'm trying to breath and fight. The guy has both arms around me and I can't move. It smells sweet and I'm getting really light headed. What the hell is it? Chloroform is my last thought as the world goes dark.
What the hell happened? I have a nasty taste in my mouth and my head feels like it's filled with cotton. I try to move but nothing seems to cooperate. I open my eyes which are still closed, and its still dark. Moving my head from side to side I feel something over my eyes.
As more realization comes to me I realize that I can't move because my hands and legs are tied to something.
"I'm so glad to see you're awake."
I know that voice. No, he wouldn't, would he? This is wrong. This is sick. This isn't going to happen. A hand caressing my chest stops my mind from rambling. "I need to be entertained again."
Looks like I'm wrong again.
"And for a look at this Monday morning traffic here's Joseph P. Nolen."
"Thanks Todd."
Monday already. I start to roll over and my body protests. Oh lord. What did I do?
I open my eyes and look around. I'm on my bed, naked. Okay odd. I never sleep nude. Unless there is someone in bed with me.
Slowly I sit up conscious of all the pains that are coursing through my body. Nope I'm alone so there goes that theory.
Maybe a shower would help. Plus I got to get ready for work anyway.
The image in the bathroom mirror stops me cold. What the hell?
There are small burns on my chest. Some bruising along my sides. There are marks around my wrists. I look at my ankles, marks there too.
I step into the shower. The hot water feels wonderful on my body. I start to lather up when the soap over my behind starts to burn.
Unsure as to why I'm doing this I take a towel and run it between my bottom. Crap that hurt.
I look at the towel. Blood. Why the hell would there be blood. Oh shit.
No, no, no, no. That did not happen. No. It didn't. I refuse. It couldn't have. It was just a nightmare. No.
The fact that my hands are shaking and I find myself on the floor of my bathtub should prove to me that it was real and I had been, no, I won't say it. I won't think it.
It doesn't matter. Just have to do what he says. Saves jobs. I won't sell my friends out. Not again. This is my punishment for the Vogler thing. I just have to take it like a man.
