Warning, Mature theme's are still present… This chapter and the next one or two will be much darker, but please understand it was needed for the story to continue.
Chapter Nine
Johnny sat in the living room, not sure exactly what he was suppose to do, but since he had come on, Max had gone home. So he should probably be getting to his post, however, he really wanted to know what was going on. So following is overwhelming sense of curiosity, he walked into the kitchen with the other two men.
Jason and Sonny both turned to him, Jason finding the situation immensely funny, couldn't help but laugh. Considering the strict warning that Sonny had given him, but it did his heart good to know that Johnny went and did something, hopefully though, he didn't kill the whelp, he wanted that privilege.
"So, Johnny?" Jason said, leaving the question hanging, figuring he would allow the bodyguard enough rope, whether he hanged himself with it, was up to him.
"So." Johnny said, his eyes down cast.
"How did it feel, getting to hit him, please tell me he looks worse than you?" Sonny asked, wishing he would have been the one to find Lucky.
"To be honest, it felt great, but the little weasel doesn't fight fair, he had to kick me in the balls to get the upper hand. But I should think his face looks markedly worse for wear than mine. He's a wiry guy, but his punches lack the necessary oomph to make a truly devastating blow." Johnny replied, hoping that he was going to get off for disobeying the boss.
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Elizabeth quickly sat up as soon as Jason left, searching his closet, she found a old pair of jeans that were going to be miles to big, but a old belt also hung in there, so cinching it as tightly as she could, she managed to keep the jeans from cascading to the floor. Next she went to his dresser and pulled out one of his dark blue t-shirts, it was huge, like the pants, but it would do for now.
She stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the quiet conversation, unable to hear everything, but as soon as she heard Jason laugh, she quickly descended the stairs and as quietly as possible slipped out of the penthouse.
Impatient and highly worried that she would be caught, she jabbed the down button for the elevator for a fifth or sixth time. The dinging alerted her to its arrival, standing back incase someone was trying to exit, Elizabeth waited till the doors had slid fully open, breathing a sigh of relief that there was no one inside, She quickly walked in and jabbed the down button inside the elevator.
With ever floor it descended, she feared it would stop, she wasn't worried that she would see Lucky, but it wouldn't do any good if Jason, Sonny or Johnny found her, they would insist she go back upstairs and right now that wasn't something she could do, no matter how badly she wanted to.
Holding her breath and holding on the back bar with white knuckles, Elizabeth once again prepared herself for the sight of one or possibly all three men. What she hadn't been prepared to see was Carly, holding a very unhappy Michael. Perhaps if the child hadn't been with her, she would have had a confrontation, but thankfully, Carly stepped into the elevator, shooting daggers with her eyes, but blessedly stayed silent.
Elizabeth dashed out of the elevator and out on to the street, before the doors even closed. She couldn't be sure, but it felt like her time was slowly running out, she just had to get away.
More than likely, Carly would stomp over to Jason's and ask why in the he!! Elizabeth was leaving his penthouse and at such an early morning, not to mention in what looked like men's clothing. Elizabeth stalled that train of thought, if it came down to that, then she would deal with the repercussions then, right now, she had to get to her loft and into her own clothes, it didn't look right that she kept her hands shoved into the pockets just to keep the pants up.
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"I know you think you did right by Elizabeth, by fighting for her honor, but you should have at least waited till you knew what was going on and who the rightful person was. Making assumptions only causes more problems." Sonny said, his tone slightly sterner than before. "And the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen, try disobeying me again and you will find yourself with warehouse duty for a year, got it?"
"I understand boss, but haven't you ever had a compulsion that you couldn't ignore. That's how it was for me, although, I suppose I never had any plans of not going near him. It's just I couldn't see straight, I was so angry, I just wanted to make the little puke pay." Johnny said, once again casting his eyes to the ground.
"Jason, Jason where are you?" Carly yelled, slamming the front door behind her.
"Carly, what do you want, I am kind of busy at the moment!" Jason said, trying to remain levelheaded, it was hard, especially when Carly was being, well Carly.
"Can it mister, what in the world was Elizabeth Webber doing in your penthouse and at such an hour?" Carly asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Carly, what in the world are you talking about, how did you know Elizabeth's here?" Sonny asked, wondering how the information had leaked so quickly.
"I said was, I am not an idiot. She was here, past tense, which means no longer here and why in the world was she wearing your clothes Jason?" Carly asked, unable to hide the sneer from her face.
"What?" Jason bellowed, his temper suddenly rising.
"Don't get in a huff, she had no right to be here anyway, which begs the question, why was she here?" Carly enquired, caring not for the tone of voice with which Jason was speaking to her.
"Enough Carly, go home. Johnny, upstairs, see if she is indeed gone, Sonny, phone the rest of your guards, get them looking for her now. I am going to go and try and find her. Any news whatsoever, call me, immediately, got it?" Jason said, racing for the front door.
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Elizabeth hurried up the back stairs and quietly slipped inside her apartment, once inside she quickly stuffed random clothes into her small duffel bag, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. The clothes she was in would do for now, besides, in some way, they made her feel closer to Jason, which in turn gave her the strength to do what she needed to do.
Locking the door, Elizabeth took two steps and collided with a hard body, her eyes never reached the person in front of her, but her scream, pierced the still morning.
Fighting with everything that was left within her, she flailed her arms against the person restraining her. It was of no use, this person was skillful in the art of restraining and didn't give her a chance.
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Lucky wasn't sure what compelled him, but he returned to the loft, something within him screamed that he must. Just as he climbed the final stair and turned down the short hallway, his eyes were blessed with a beautiful sight.
Elizabeth was just turning away from the door, but he didn't give her a chance to see him and try to run, he surprised her, her small fists tried to pound ineffectually upon his body, which only stirred his desire. It had been far too long since he last showed her the price one would pay for disobeying him.
Knowing he couldn't waste a moment, he quickly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, her screams deafening him. For that indiscretion, she would pay, but there was time no for that. First off, they had to get out of the city and away from Morgan and his flunkies.
He tossed her into the passenger seat, but for some reason, the little vixen decided today was the day she would fight back. To silence her for the time being, he punched her in the temple, where she slouched forward in the seat, unconscious. He quickly belted her in, then ran around to the driver's side door, and jumped in.
Gunning the engine, Lucky raced out of the city with his precious package, delighting in the fact that he would now have all the time in the world to finish breaking her. And with that done, he would finally cast her aside, taking the woman he really wanted, why not, it wasn't as if Nikolas would fight him for Emily, Nikolas was liable to back down and if he didn't, so be it.
A smile alit on his face, a chance to bed Emily was something he had dreamed of for a long time, just the right time had never presented itself and who was to say he couldn't keep Sarah on the side. She was lovely, perhaps he could use her like he had used her sister, that way, he could break her enough, so that she never spoke, then his anger would never have to touch Emily. Yes, life could not get better than this.
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Jason never even made it to the ground floor before his cell phone went off, grabbing the contraption, he flipped it open and answered with a snarl, "Morgan!"
"Jason, Elizabeth, she isn't here, she's gone." Johnny said, hating that he had let them down.
"Crap." Jason yelled, closing the phone and ending the call.
Not sure where to start looking, Jason headed in the only logical direction, back to her loft, and for once wishful thinking began to take hold. 'Please let her be there, please let her be alright and please let me be strong enough for the both of us.' He had never been one for hoping or wishing, but he cast that aside for these hopes and prayers. For some reason, nothing in his life had required this amount of faith, now he was running blind, but he would not fail her now, too much weighed on his shoulders.
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Lucky made one stop before he left the city limits, but once he was on the open road, he drove with no sense of caution. He felt invincible, like nothing could touch him, praising his patience, he couldn't help the diabolical smile that took up residence upon his lips, thirty minutes later as he pulled to a stop at his destination, the smile was still on his lips, but an insane glee shone in his eyes.
Delighted that she was still unconscious, Lucky quickly moved her body next to the tree, then turned and went back to the car, picking up the objects that he had purchased in Port Charles, he took them over to where she lay, making one last trip back to the car.
With everything laid out in front of him, he set about cutting pieces of rope, first to bind her hands and legs, with that job out of the way, he worked on making numerous lengths of rope with carefully positioned knots.
Next he laid a tarp upon the ground and underneath the tree, making sure it was placed precisely how he wanted it and finding the need to perfect the scene, he began to be methodical in his actions, taking a few extra moments for every task, almost as if he was relishing it the games to come.
Next he took the knife from its sheath, slowly and with great deliberation he removed Elizabeth's clothes, his lips curling up in fury as he noticed they were men's clothes.
Lucky made one last trip back to the car, where he grabbed a case of bottled water and a one liter Pepsi. He was hung-over, so keeping himself hydrated was the first thing, besides, he wanted to make sure that this day lasted as long as possible.
Pulling from the case, the first bottle of water, Lucky poured the contents over Elizabeth's head, dousing her in the cold water.
Immediately she came to, sputtering as the water found its way into her mouth and nose. When the coughing fit had passed, she finally lifted her eyes towards the man kneeling in front of her, failing miserably to hide the sickening look from her eyes. Which in the long run, only made his smile widen.
She tried to lunge for him, but was pulled back to her position, until then she had not noticed that she was bound nor that she had a noose around her neck. The noose had pulled tighter around her neck, not completely cutting off her air supply, but her body was one again rocked by vicious coughing. Tears poured from her eyes as she fought gallantly for each breath she took.
Lucky laughed at her absurdity, taking joy in her pain, but knowing that he had to loosen the knot around her throat, stole some of the joy, it was either that or allow her to die and that didn't suit him at all, he had games to play, and that was exactly what he planned on doing.
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Jason pounded loudly up the stairs, not caring that he was making unneeded noise, only knowing he had to reach her door now.
He pulled to a stop at the closed door, wondering if he should knock or just barge in. if she was there, then knocking would alert her to his presence, but barging in could scare her, and while the latter didn't sound all that good, he knew it was the only way, he couldn't allow her to escape if that was her plan.
Squaring his shoulder, he backed three paces from the door, with little thought to the damage that he could sustain, he rammed his shoulder into the door. The door was solid and didn't so much as budge, retreating again, he took another run at the door, always keeping his shoulder in front of him, it would do him no good to brain himself.
The fifth hit finally had the wood groaning in protest, three hard kicks later, the door pushed inwards, the hinges barely holding on and the frame mere splinters of its former self. No sooner had he entered than he understood that she was nowhere to be seen, the closet was not empty per se, but it lacked a certain feel, it was the feeling of hasty packing.
Turning in grief stricken circles, Jason fell to his knees, unable to think. His mind was plagued with what ifs and should haves. Slowly pulling himself to his feet, Jason walked back out into the hall, where he met an older man with graying hair.
"Excuse me son, but that is not your place, what are you doing there?" The older gentleman asked.
"She's a friend, I am worried about her. I don't suppose you know where she went, do you?" Jason asked, praying for a little divine help.
"That boyfriend of hers, he grabbed her as she came out of the loft. She tried to fight him, but he over powered her, he carried her down the stairs and out to his vehicle. I would have tried to stop him, but I am but an old man and as cowardly as it sounds, I still value life enough, to wish to remain of the living." The old man said, looking sadly at the floor.
"And rightly you should. The way Lucky has been acting, you did right, I just wish I knew where he took her." Jason replied, already looking longing at the exit, knowing the longer he stood around and talked, the farther away Lucky was likely to get. "I must be going, but if you hear anything, please call this number." Jason quickly jotted his number down on the back of a receipt, then rushed from the apartment building.
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Lucky took great pains to play with her mind, taunting and teasing, explaining how, when he was done with her, he would be moving on to Emily, but keeping Sarah around for this sort of play. Describing in detail how he planned to make Jason pay for his roll in her disappearance and how Audrey would fair no better.
Tired of talking, Lucky descended upon her, taking her with such ferocity that she blacked out, for the noose had grown too tight around her neck, but not so tight to kill her.
He plunged into her hot body, delighting in the silky sweetness of her inner core. So hot and bothered, the session did not last long, but that was okay with Lucky, they had all the time in the world, it wasn't likely someone would come upon them here.
Besides, plundering an unconscious body, wasn't nearly as fun. She was always so lively when she tried to fight back, which lately she had begun to do again, but not with the real fire that she had first fought him off with, lately, she existed, but didn't thrive.
Grabbing the small sachet that sat on the grass, Lucky opened it and pulled a very sharp scalpel from inside.
Moving over her still form, Lucky didn't bother to loosen the noose, she wasn't in any real danger, at least not yet, perhaps after his play began, but for the moment, she was okay.
Lucky made the first cut small, just above below her navel, taking special pleasure in the welling of the dark red liquid.
His next cut came to her left breast, then the right. Keeping the cuts small, so as not to drain her, he only wanted to mark her. He wouldn't have believed he could take such joy in something so perverse, but he liked it very much so.
With the fourth cut going to her inner right thigh, Elizabeth came quickly awake. The excruciating pain, finally delving deep enough to rouse her. A scream poured forth from her lips, contorting her face in abject terror.
Lucky allowed her the luxury of the scream, no one was near enough to hear her cries, on that he was positive and even if he wasn't, what of it, he could handle a stranger or two. Briefly he registered the fact that something had happened to him, he had never been this diabolical or twisted, but now it seemed the only thing that excited him was pain, the more he inflicted the better he felt, whatever the reason, he wasn't going to question it, he felt better than he had in years.
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A.N. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback, it has inspired me more so than I can ever explain. You inspire me to write better, because it is because of you that I take such joy in unfolding this tale and all others. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.