Part 25

NOTE: There is some disturbing content in the next couple of chapters... You can choose to try to read them wholly, try to read them and skip some stuff, or just skip them altogether and I will include a brief note with chapter 28 with the very basics of what happened. Whatever you prefer!

Natalie looked nervously around the room as Jenkin's 'men' walked her in.

"You can wait on the bed," one said gruffly, nodding towards it. "We'll be right outside the door." With that, both walked out of the door and closed it.

Turning, Natalie took in the bed. It was queen-size, covered with a red velvet comforter and matching pillows. It matched the rest of the room, which was small and had walls of the same color red.

She had just decided to sit on the floor when she heard the doorknob turn. Swallowing hard, she raised herself from her half-sitting position to face the door.

"Shane," Natalie breathed in horror as she saw Jenkins walk in carrying her son in his arms. A guard followed closely behind, a gun pointed straight at the sleeping boy's head.

Jenkins smiled at the terror in her voice. "We certainly created a beautiful child, didn't we Natalie? I would really hate for anything to happen to him." The threat was evident in his voice as he stared at her.

Natalie bit her lip in frustration. She had known from the moment she had walked into this room that something bad was happening, but she never would've dreamed that she would be in this situation.

"What do you want?" she finally choked out and Jenkins smiled cruelly. "That's more like it. I'm going to give Shane to my friend here so that he can take him to another room.

One wrong move on your part during this conversation or the following… activities," he said, his gaze sliding up and down her body, "Will not end well for our son. Is that clear?"

She swallowed hard as she nodded and watched the guard slide his gun into the holster so that he could take Shane into his arms and out of the room. As soon as they had left Jenkins shut the door and locked it.

"Natalie?" John called out worriedly as he walked in the front door. He had known something was wrong when he'd called and nobody had answered, and the open front door did little to relieve his fears.

Walking through the living room, Natalie's hastily scribbled writing seemed to jump out at him from the pad beside the phone. John read through it quickly.

"Damn it, Natalie!" He grabbed the phone and dialed the station. "Bo, Jenkins has Natalie."

"What do you want from me?" Natalie asked, forcing her voice to remain steady despite her certainty of what it was that he wanted. Her suspicions were proven to be correct when he began to talk.

"You were so good, Natalie. I've had a lot of women in my time, but none of them affected me the way that you did, hell the way that you still do." He moved to stand beside her.

"I've dreamed about you so many times. I always wondered what it would be like to have you again… with no time restraints." His hand reached out and snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "I trust that you have no objections?"

Natalie could only stare at him in anger and, much to her chagrin, fear as he leaned down and took her mouth in an animal kiss.

She gagged as he forced her lips open, sliding his tongue inside. One hand moved to cup her breast through her blouse, squeezing it gently as he ran a thumb over her nipple. "God, Natalie," he groaned against her mouth, suddenly pulling back.

"Undress. Now," he demanded as he pulled his shirt off and quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down around his ankles and kicking them off.

Natalie's eyes filled with tears as she watched him disrobe. "Undress," he said through gritted teeth, his tone making it clear that he wouldn't say it again.

Startled out of her numb stillness, Natalie's hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. She slowly undid the first button, hoping that somehow, some way, somebody would come along to save her.

As she continued unbuttoning her blouse and finally came to the last, she realized that she was going to have to get herself out of this. But as Jenkins came nearer, his hands brushing her skin as he pushed the blouse over her shoulders and to the floor, she wondered how she was going to do that.

TO BE CONTINUED